No Place Like Home Ch 01

James was in his study, working diligently on a new novel, when he heard the front door of his house open and slam shut again. Glancing at his computer's on-screen clock, he realized that he'd spent the entire afternoon hard at work, barely coming up for breath for long enough to do more than fetch himself a couple of cups of coffee. It was just past six in the evening, and the steady thumping of footsteps sounded in the hallway, approaching his study.

"Mom? Dad? Is anyone home? Hello?" came a familiar voice that brought a smile to his face. This was, of course, the day his daughter, Molly, was to arrive, spending her Spring Break back at home. She'd been away at college for two years, and her visits had been too few and too short for James' liking. As his only child, James was both very fond and very protective of Molly, and when she was away at college, a good eight-hour drive away, he missed her greatly.

"In here, Punkin!" James called, using Molly's childhood nickname. He saved the work he'd done, closed the file, and swivelled his chair to greet his daughter as she entered the room. Molly was fresh-faced and very pretty at twenty-two, with her mother's thick, ink-black hair, enchanting hazel eyes, and womanly, top-heavy figure.

"I should have known I'd find you in here, Dad. If you keep this up, you'll end up with square eyes, you know." the lovely young brunette said, jerking a thumb toward his computer's monitor. "Those things are hard on your eyes, you know."

"I know, and I keep the room well-lit, so I don't end up squinting like Mr. Magoo. Besides, it's this computer that's paying the bills, and your college bills. So you should treat it with a little more respect." James joked, smiling as he took in the sight of Molly. She was wearing a lightweight pink summer dress with thin spaghetti straps, a snug fit around her bust and middle, with a swishy skirt that stopped just short of her knees. Lots of the milky skin of her shoulders and upper chest was on open display, and James couldn't help but be reminded of his wife, Linda. Molly wore a pair of black-and-pink sneakers on her feet, and had her hair gathered into a pair of thick pigtails with pink elastic hair-ties. Looking at her and admiring the touch of little-girl innocence, James couldn't keep the smile off of his face. Pink had always been the one color he loved to see his little girl in, more than any other.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop picking on your second wife." Molly said with a giggle, and stroked the top of the monitor's case gently. "Sorry about that, Mom two-point-oh!" she joked, and the two of them shared a laugh.

"Anyway, do you have your bags all in?" James asked once the laughter calmed. "Once we get your things in the house, we can go out to dinner like we'd planned. I tried to talk your mother into coming along, so you two could spend some time together, but she's busy. That new job of hers keeps her running a lot, you know."

"I've gotten used to travelling light, Dad. I only brought one suitcase and that big Army duffel I got from that rummage sale a few years back." Molly replied. "I didn't need to make a second trip, so I'm ready to go when you are. And I'm hungry enough to eat most of a cow, too."

"I know the feeling. Before I heard you come in, it was almost one o'clock the last time I bothered to look at the clock. And I meant to get around to at least a sandwich, but, well...you know how it is for me. I just got into the zone." James replied, and got up from his chair. He wasn't tall, but he was solidly built. At fourty-two, his brown hair was thinly streaked with grey along the sides, and his brown eyes always seemed warm and friendly. He put his fists at the small of his back and stretched, a soft crack coming from his back. He relaxed with a sigh, and moved to wrap his arms around Molly, hugging her and pressing a kiss to her soft, thick hair. He could smell the strawberry shampoo she'd used that morning, and he took a moment's pause to delight in it.

"Well, let's get going, then. Otherwise I'm gonna end up pulling a Mike Tyson, and biting off one of your ears to snack on!" Molly joked, squeezing James back and then stepping away, turning towards the door.

They both chuckled as they left the house, and Molly got a break from driving while he drove her to a local steakhouse for dinner. They were seated after only a short wait, with the restaurant being mostly full for the dinner-time rush. The decor was eclectic, a mix of various old road signs, signed celebrity photos, and movie posters, and Jimmy Buffet played softly in the background. They had just settled into the cushy seats of their booth when a perky, red-haired waitress approached.

"Hi there! Welcome to Sully's!" the waitress chirped happily, smiling brightly as she set two menus on their table. "Can I start you two off with something to drink?"

"I'll take a Blue Moon, with a slice of orange." James replied, barely needing to pause for thought. "Whatever you want, Punkin. It's on me."

"Thanks, Daddy." Molly said with a pretty smile of her own. Looking over the drink list, she pursed her lips. "Oh, yum! I'll have a mudslide, please!" she said to the waitress.

"Okay, I'll be right back with those. If you have any questions about the menu or specials, you can ask me in just a minute." the waitress replied, and hustled off to the horseshoe-shaped bar at the center of the dining room.

"I hope you go slow on that drink. They don't skimp on the liquor here, and I don't want to have to carry you out to the car." James said, perking one dark brow Molly's way.

"Oh, don't worry so much, Daddy! I'll admit, I've done some drinking with my college friends, and it was Raquel that turned me on to mudslides. They're so yummy." she said with a smile. "And yes, I've already had too many one night, so I have an idea of my limit. I'll be fine tonight."

"Well, if you're sure, I'll trust you. You are a big girl, after all." James conceded as he browsed over his menu. His brow was furrowed, and he chewed at his lower lip steadily.

"Daddy? You look all tense and worried. Is there something bugging you? You know you can talk to me, right?" Molly asked, and reached out to squeeze her father's hand in an encouraging gesture.

"Ah, it's nothing you'd want to hear about right now, sweetie. It wouldn't do our appetites any good. Besides, it'll be easier to talk about after I've had my beer. Later." he replied, as the waitress returned with their drinks.

"And here we go! One Blue Moon with orange, and a mudslide! Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes yet?" the redhead, whose name tag read Annie, asked.

"I think I'll try the Surf 'N Turf platter." Molly said, closing her menu and pushing it to the end of the table for Annie to take.

"And I'll have the New York Strip." James added, mirroring Molly's gesture.

"Okay, those will be up in just a bit!" Annie said, writing the orders down. With another smile, she took the menus and strutted off toward the kitchen.

"Wow. She's so sweet, I think I might need to get tested for diabetes." James said in a low murmur, leaning slightly over the table.

"Yeah, I know! I wonder how much coffee she has left in her IV bag!" Molly said with a giggle. "Still, she is cute...that makes up for a lot. And I do like redheads. Some of them have freckles in really fun places." she added with a wink.

James' eyes widened, and he nearly choked on a swallow of his beer. He managed to cover his mouth with one hand, though, and after a couple of deep breaths through his nose, he managed to swallow the cold, foamy drink without incident. Molly giggled as she watched him fight for his self-control, her cheeks flushing.

"Sorry, Daddy! I really didn't mean to say that just as you were drinking!" she said.

"Molly, sweetie, there are some things a parent shouldn't have to learn about his little girl. I think a taste for other girls is one of them." he said, trying to sound stern. "I guess this means grand-children are out of the question. Your mother won't like that at all."

"Oh, no, no. Don't worry about that, Daddy! I like boys and girls. I don't have a steady boyfriend right now, but it could still happen. Mom might still end up with a grand-son or grand-daughter to spoil." Molly replied, shaking her head. Her pigtails swayed heavily, and the motion caused a notable bit of jiggle in the bust of her pink dress.

Dinner was a pleasant experience, with the two of them chatting happily. Molly helped to catch her father up on what she'd been doing at college, both in and out of her classes, and James told her about the latest chapters of his new novel. The trip home was uneventful, with a companionable silence settled between them. As they arrived at home, James noticed that the garage door was still open, and Linda's car wasn't parked there. If she'd been home, she would have closed the garage door. It was one of the quirks of her OCD. The two of them settled down onto the couch in the living room to watch TV, and Molly sat close enough to rest her head on James' shoulder.

"So, Daddy, just what was it that had you all worried-looking before? From the sound of it, it can't be your writing." Molly asked over the background noise of the TV.

"Well, it's...hard to talk about, baby. See, with our schedules being as busy as they are, your mother and I don't get a lot of time together any more, and I've been feeling like we're drifting apart. I'd love to give her more attention, but she's on the road so much for the cosmetics company. Most of the time, she doesn't even get home until I'm already dead alseep." James explained, starting slowly. "I can't even remember the last time we had a nice, intimate night to ourselves. I miss how things used to be, but you know how your mother is. What other people think is so important to her, so she has to give more than everyone else at work, make more in sales, and just prove that she's better than everyone around her."

"Oh...well, Mom's always been pretty gung-ho about work, but I didn't know it was messing you guys up...you know, that way. I'm really sorry to hear it, Daddy." Molly said, cuddling closer to his side and wrapping her arms around him. "I can try to talk to her, if she'll stop running around for a few minutes. Maybe I can help."

"Maybe...but I don't know, baby. She just doesn't seem to have time for anything but work lately. And the last time she came to bed and I did wake up, things didn't work out very well." James said, wrapping an arm around his daughter's shoulders in a firm side-hug. He blushed as he remembered that night, and let out a long, slow sigh of regret. "She wasn't feeling very...affectionate, if you know what I mean."

"Ohh. So you woke up and tried to put a move on her, but she wasn't horny?" Molly asked bluntly.

"Molly Elizabeth Malone!" James snapped, his face reddening even deeper at her words. "Even if that's the way it was, you don't just say it like that..." he said, the sudden anger in his voice fading away. His grip on her shoulder slackened, and he sniffled quietly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Really. About the whole messy thing. I wish there was something I could do." she answered, and held him tightly, feeling his shoulders starting to hitch. "Shh, shh...it's okay. If you need to, you can cry on me, Daddy. I won't tell Mom."

James' self-control broke then, and he did just that, holding his daughter in his arms and crying against her shoulder and the crook of her neck until he'd purged himself of the bulk of his pain. After his sobs had dried up and turned into soft, occasional sniffles, he reached for a tissue and wiped at his face, cleaning his tear-streaked cheeks.

"Thank you, baby. You don't know how badly I needed that. I feel a lot better...but tired out, too." he said, once his voice was steady again.

"Yeah...a good cry does that to you. Why don't you go to bed, Daddy? I'll turn things off for you. The drive and that big dinner have me feeling kinda sleepy, too." Molly offered.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Thanks, baby." James said, giving Molly one more squeeze and kissing her forehead gently before getting up from the couch. "Sleep well, Molly, and thanks so much. I love you."

"I love you too. Sweet dreams!" Molly said cheerfully, and got a tired but sincere smile for her extra perkiness.

It was later that night that Molly awoke, her bladder aching. She groaned softly and cursed under her breath, then pushed the blanket off and got out of bed. Blinking, she switched her bedside lamp on, left her room, and started down the upstairs hallway toward the bathroom. She had her thick, dark hair down, and was only wearing an oversized powder-blue t-shirt and a pair of simple, white cotton panties.

She padded her way down the upstairs hallway, and rubbed at her eyes when she saw a sliver of light from under the bathroom door. She let out a frustrated sigh as she walked closer, and was just about to knock on the door when she heard sounds from behind it. There was a steady rhythm of dull slaps, and quick, deep breathing could be heard as well. For a moment, her sleep-fogged brain failed to add the simple equation up, but then her cheeks turned hot as she realized what was happening behind one simple door. Her own father, with no one to tend to his needs, was seeing to himself.

She froze where she stood, shock keeping her knuckles from falling and hitting the door. She strained with her ears, not only to hear him, but to listen for any signs of her mother arriving home late. The house was quiet, however, and there was no humming-grinding sound from the garage door. Curiosity tugged at her, and she lowered her arm, then lowered herself to her knees outside the bathroom door. Wetting suddenly-dry lips with her tongue, she leaned closer and put her eye to the keyhole, to see what she could through it.

Molly had a side view of her father sitting on the toilet, his boxers around his ankles. She couldn't see him up past his chest, though, and she had to hunker down and strain to get that high a view. Indeed, the sight that greeted her curious eyes was that of her father, stroking his cock with lustful, desperate pumps of his hand and arm. She nearly gasped when she saw the size of his erect shaft. It must have been at least nine inches long, a thick handful for any woman, and topped with a big, fat, red-purple glans. Putting a hand over her mouth, she leaned closer to the keyhole, fascinated by the erotic sight of him jerking on that huge dick.

"Oh, God...oh, baby, oh, baby..." James moaned softly to himself, mind lost in some hot fantasy as he pumped at his throbbing length. His pace quickened, and the muscles of his legs tensed. He shifted in place, straightening his back as he pushed against the floor with the balls of his feet.

Molly felt a sudden, forbidden rush of heat bloom in her young pussy and spread through the rest of her lush body. Her nipples stood out stiff and thick under her t-shirt, and her need to urinate was forgotten for the moment. Instead, she felt her pussy heating up and starting to moisten. She pressed a hand to the crotch of her panties, one fingertip finding the hood of her clit with ease. She bit her lip against a moan of her own, and rubbed her knees against each other, squirming in place.

And then, it happened. James let out a cry, then a series of animal grunts and groans as he brought himself to his bliss. Strong jets of thick, white cum shot from his fat cock-head, some landing on the knuckles of his pumping hand. Others splattered on his thigh, and one very hard burst arced up and landed on his stomach. Shuddering and groaning and gasping in release, James squeezed at his erupting member even harder, wringing every drop of his essence out of it. Finally, after what seemed like an erotic eternity, he relaxed with a long sigh. He unrolled some toilet paper and wiped off his cummy knuckles, then his thigh. He dabbed at his shirt, and muttered softly as he decided to strip it off and toss it in the hamper.

Molly was flushed with sudden arousal and passion, and she swallowed hard as her finger rubbed tight little circles over her clit. Then her eyes widened as she realized that she didn't have long until he left the bathroom. She got to her feet as quietly as possible, and started to sneak her way back toward her bedroom. However, she turned too sharply, and the doorknob gave the side of her elbow a sharp knock. Surprised and hurt, she couldn't hold in the yelp of pain that the blow startled out of her.

"Molly? Is that you?" James called from behind the bathroom door. His voice sounded a little shaky, but reasonably close to normal.

"Yeah, Dad. I guess I just bumped into the door. If you're almost done, I gotta pee." she said, trying to add a little extra slur and mumble to her words, to sound half-awake instead of half-consumed by raw, taboo lust.

"Okay, sure. Give me just a sec." came James' reply. A moment later, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, naked except for his boxers. "Do what you gotta, then get to bed, kiddo. It's late, and you'll want to be up and running all day tomorrow."

"Well, I wanted to do an errand or two, but I was thinking of spending most of tomorrow tanning and swimming in the pool. If that's okay, of course." she said with a sweet smile.

"Yeah, of course. If you forgot a swimsuit, I think there are a couple in your dresser." he said, and reached out to give her a quick squeeze around the waist. "I'm off to bed. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Daddy." she replied, leaning up to kiss his cheek before he shuffled down the hallway to his room. Then she darted into the bathroom, closed the door, and slid her panties down to her ankles. She sighed in relief as she finally unloaded her bladder, and leaned back against the toilet tank. "It's still warm..." she mused to herself with a little giggle, and couldn't help but feel an extra thrill at the fact that she was sharing the heat of her own father's impassioned body.

With one urgent need taken care of, she lowered a hand to her lap as her thighs spread open, and started to rub at her clit again, making it swell and thicken with lust. She sighed and drew in deep breaths, savoring the act of masturbation as she always did. Since she'd gone to college and done her share of experimenting, she'd discovered that she had quite a powerful sex drive. Sometimes she almost worried that she might have full, clinical nymphomania, but she usually quieted such fears with the help of her fingers and one of her toys, if one of her fuck-buddies wasn't available.

Angling her wrist, she plunged two fingers up into her wet, tight pussy, working them in and out as she used her thumb to keep rubbing at her clit. Her left hand slid up under her shirt, and she squeezed at her fat right breast tightly, her nipple stiff and hot against her palm. Her mind kept replaying the sight she'd seen through the keyhole, over and over. Even though she should have been repelled by the idea of thinking of someone in her family in a sexual way, the mental image of that huge cock and those thick, glistening streams of sperm only fanned the flames of her heat. She pumped her fingers in and out of her hot little tunnel, soft moans rising from her throat.

"What if Daddy knew I was like this? That his sweet little girl was such a horny little slut?" she wondered to herself. "He'd be shocked, I'm sure...but maybe it would make him hot, too. Maybe...it would make him want me. Maybe he'd fuck me with that huge cock...oh, God..."

That thought was all it took, and Molly tightened up all over, her pussy juicing up and clamping down around her pumping fingers. Her clit swelled and throbbed under her thumb, and she pulled her left hand out of her shirt suddenly. She clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling her cries of orgasm down to soft little whimpers as she rode out the shuddering spasms of lust that shook her bountiful body. When the last quake of ecstacy finished rolling through her, she sighed happily as her muscles relaxed. She sat on the toilet for a long minute, just enjoying the afterglow of her powerful climax.