Inspired by L.A. Wicker's A Visit With My Daughter
AN: Dearest Readers, while this story borrows the premise, character concepts, and some lines of dialogue. from the above-mentioned story, I have changed it to make it my own. The character portrayals have been changed to suit my writing style and many other things were fleshed out.
I sought the author's blessing but after waiting a month with no response (they haven't been active here since 2012) so I am going ahead with my story.
I hope you enjoy my take on this tale.
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It was evening time in the home I bought for my family what seems like ages ago. The only problem is that I have a nice-sized home but have no family to share it with at this moment. My name is Alexander "Alex" Michaels. I am 38 years old standing six feet tall weighing a good 180 pounds and the majority of it is muscle. I am Caucasian with blue eyes and chestnut brown hair. I am clean-shaven and don't have much hair on my body which is how I like it. Up until a few years ago, I worked in commodities but after several investments made me a substantial amount of money I cashed out, put most of my profits into several low-risk long-term investments, and the rest into gold and silver, and retired.
One would think with my money and being single I would run out and splurge. Not me. I simply bought a few new clothes, I traded in my sports car for a new SUV and that was it. I married right out of college and we were happy for a few years but my long work hours wore on my wife quickly. We were divorced before I turned twenty-seven. My marriage had one bright spot, it got me Cecilia Marie Michaels, my only child, my beautiful daughter. Cecilia is currently twenty years old and is a junior in college. It has been two years since I last saw her and I miss her terribly.
I was sitting in my study looking at photos of my baby on the large flat screen tv that was connected to the computer when the house LAN line rang.
"Hello," I said into the phone, waiting for a reply from the other end.
"Hi, Daddy, it's me." The voice on the other side of the line stated.
Even if she hadn't called me daddy I would recognize my sweet daughter's melodious voice anywhere. I could hear the happy tone of her voice which in turn made me happy. Her voice brought a smile to my face as she has been away at college for the last two years. When the school sends me her grades I am very proud that she is doing very well in all of her classes.
"Hello, baby... how have you been?" I ask my daughter.
There is a long silence before Cecilia says, "I'm sorry daddy!"
I can hear the shift in my daughter's tone and mood. She has taken an emotional 180 and as I await her next words I can hear her sobbing like a little girl on her end of the phone. We hadn't spoken a word to one another since she left for college and she hasn't been home in all of that time. The night before she left for college, my sweet daughter wanted me to make love to her and for some reason, I refused her. Hell, she was one of the sexiest women I had ever laid eyes on. Her light, brown hair was just to the middle of her neck, and always found a way to cover one of her lovely hazel eyes.
Cecilia cried for several long minutes and I let her work it out of her system before I finally said, "It's ok baby."
"Oh, daddy... I never should have tried to seduce you." I could tell she was still crying intermittently. "I'm your daughter for goodness' sake." Her sweet-sounding voice made me hard as hell. Her voice was just so soft, so sweet, and always so full of love for me.
As she is balling on the other end of the phone my heart was breaking. Over the last two years I have relived that evening over and over again and every time I do I scream at myself for doing the right thing when I wanted to fuck her sexy ass. The main reason (besides our familial bond) that I didn't was that if I had, she would never have gone away to college. I knew she was scared about leaving home but she needed to go venture out into the world, even if only for a little while. If college wasn't for her I would rush out and bring her back in an instant. If we had made love that night I know that I would have made her stay home and be my lover.
"Sweetheart... I was so very tempted by you." I inform her for the first time.
"Really daddy?"
"Really baby. I've been thinking of you non-stop since you left. But you had to go out and experience the world, or else you would just have lived a sheltered life."
"Ohhh daddy... I've missed you so much." Cecilia declared and this time she let out a loud cry. Once she had done this she managed to recompose herself and hearing her sniffle a bit she says, "I finished my associate's degree dad. I know you paid for the semester but I've decided that I don't want to stay here for another two years... I want to come home." Cecilia informs me.
"Are you sure honey? Two more years and you can have a bachelor's degree." I remind her. I personally don't care but I feel I have to at least encourage her to go for it.
"I would stay if I thought that it would matter dad. But I know what I want in life and a Bachelor's degree isn't necessary for my chosen path." My daughter adamantly states.
"Ok honey, so what precisely do you want to do with the rest of your life?" I ask her.
"I don't need a degree to be a mother... I want to have children... Specifically, I want to have YOUR children!" Cecilia declares. As soon as she says this I heard her let out a sigh of relief.
"Cecilia... are you sure that's what you really want?" I ask in a husky tone. The thought of taking my daughter in every sexual position that I know has me so hot and hard that I can barely keep myself standing straight.