Homecoming [M/F] [Incest] [Dad/Daughter]

There are moments you can pinpoint when your life went completely sideways. For Diana, it was the day she had to move back in with her dad after her college campus had closed because of the plague that shall not be named. She and her dad had always had a somewhat distant relationship after her mom left them out of nowhere. Diana had been a teenager then, confused about everything in life, and this had just pushed her further into uncertainty. She didn’t blame her father, but it was like they no longer knew how to be in each other’s life without feeling her mother’s absence. They slowly drifted apart, and life’s mundane routines made it easier. Next thing she knew she was off to college after an awkward hug from her father and a reminder to check in regularly.

A year had passed, and she had blossomed into herself during this phase of her life. She was no longer the quiet girl; she had made friends, she was religiously going to the gym, even had had a healthy amount of sex after losing her virginity to a sweet junior from the engineering program. So she wasn’t really happy when the public health equivalent of Voldemort hit, and her classes had all shifted to online for the foreseeable future.

Assuming her father had already found out and knew that she’d be heading home, and honestly unaware of how to have the conversation with him, Di just packed her bags and in silent fuming anger, caught the train back home and took an Uber to her dad’s place. She had been travelling for about 6 hours, and frustrated at life in general, when she entered the dimly lit childhood home she remembered with mixed feelings. It was around 7 pm and she was surprised to find the front door unlocked. Her dad’s car was in the driveway, so she assumed he was in the study or the basement gym. So she continued on her way upstairs towards her bedroom. That’s when she heard it.

The unmistakable sound of sex.

From her father’s bedroom.

It sounded frenzied, almost animalistic, and the way the woman was moaning, no begging, made the blush even brighter on Di’s face.

What she heard next almost made her knees buckle.

“Cum for daddy. Come on, give me one more, sweet girl.”

That was her father’s voice, sounding entirely different, dark somehow.

She was frozen to the spot. A mixed rush embarrassment, curiosity, confusion, and well, arousal, was swirling through her blood, making her breathing ragged, her ears ring, and her decision-making non-existent.

She was jolted out of her state of mind at the literal scream of ecstasy that came from her father’s room, and she quickly yet quietly made her way back downstairs, hoping to get back outside and ring the doorbell. Her brain was a consistent chant of “what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck” as she went down the steps. In her rush, her bag strap tangled with the banister, yanking her backwards and making her drop the suitcase in her other hand as she tried to regain her balance. The commotion would have been heard upstairs, she was sure.

“Fuck!” She panicked, picking up the bag, turning its face so it would seem she had just walked in. Sure enough, her father came rushing out, in just his jeans, and holding a baseball in his hands. The scene would have been funny if she hadn’t just heard her father fuck the shit out of a woman. It would have been funny if she hadn’t heard him say “Cum for daddy” like two seconds ago, while he stood there shirtless..*are those abs??? Since when does dad have abs? Shut up!”*

“Uh, It’s just me Dad”, she said while actively trying to avoid staring at his torso, as her mind kept looping back to the auditory memory of “Cum for daddy”.

“Diana! What are you doing home? Is everything OK?” He dropped the bat and raced down the stairs, his expression of extreme worry. Again, this would have been sweet, but.. *stop thinking about that!*

“Well, due to the global pandemic, my college campus is closed. School is going to be online until who knows when.” She said with a dejected shrug, her disappointment clear and apparent in her slumped posture.

“Aw honey! I’m so sorry, I know how much you were enjoying being on campus.” He said, encasing her in a hug, which she didn’t know how much she had needed until it was happening. She even forgot about the little audio show earlier for a moment. She let herself enjoy the hug, wrapping her arms loosely around him, and mumbled, “So you don’t mind me showing up out of nowhere?”

“Last I checked this was your home too, that’s a dumb question! I just wish you would have called or something first… I would have prepared.” Her father said, stepping back from the hug and looking a little sheepish for the first time since he stepped out. Diana wanted to say something of the smart ass nature, but right on cue the woman walked out to the stairs with nothing but a robe on, looking very confused. “What’s going on here, David?”

Di looked between her father and his lady friend, trying so hard to look confused, but her tongue shot out, “Yeah, what’s going on here, Daddy?” She quickly schooled her expression to that of genuine confusion, while mentally scolding herself for giving her knowledge away. She had not called him daddy since she had been a little girl. He was going to know she had heard them. Her dad shot her a curious glance, but gestured for the woman to come downstairs. “Rose, this is my daughter, Diana. Di, this is my .. friend, Rose.”

Rose huffed at being qualified as a friend, but quickly recovered and smiled sweetly at Di. “Hi sweetheart, I’ve heard a lot about you! Thank God you’re safe during all of this!” For some inexplicable reason, Di didn’t like her overtly friendly tone. Or she just didn’t like this woman. So she smiled right back, in her best impression of Regina George, and said, “Yes, I’m looking forward the peace, quiet and privacy of my own home.” Rose’s no-doubt threaded eyebrow quirked at that, and before the tension could rise any higher, her father interjected. “Di, why don’t you freshen up, I’ll order us some take-out and call Rose an Uber.”

Rose pretty much stomped back to her dad’s bedroom, as she sheepishly smiled at her. Di wanted to tease him so bad. “So, a friend huh? She seemed pretty comfortable in her robe to be just a friend” She said while wiggling her eyebrows. She almost laughed at the way he started blushing and stammering. It was such a contrast to that hoarse, deep voice commanding Rose to cum. *We’re not thinking about that!* “it’s OK dad! , it’s .. you’re .. I mean, It’s OK.” Now it was her turn to stammer, as she tried and failed to convey how strangely relaxed she felt at this moment. This may have been the first time in years she had joked with her father, smiled openly in his presence. Hoping he understood, she rushed upstairs to shower and change.

Dinner was a new experience for the both of them. She was unusually chatty, talking freely about how much she had loved freshman year, how she was going to miss her gym buddies. If her father noticed the change in her confidence and demeanor, he didn’t mention it. But there was a fond smile on his lips the whole time, he kept looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time.

His daughter had grown, found herself to an extent. He was happy. He was happier that this newfound certainty in herself had allowed her to be his daughter again. He happily fed off her energy and kept the conversation up, telling her about the new equipment in the home gym, about his current projects at work, etc. They both carefully danced around the topic of love life, not wanting to disturb this newfound peace.

When it was time to say goodnight, they hugged again, the weirdness of having heard her father now almost completely gone. He was putting away the dishes when Di started going upstairs. She paused, not really understanding what compelled her to do so, and looked back at him, “Goodnight Daddy.” He looked up, as if jolted, his eyes trying to search for something in her face. She just smiled, some shyness creeping in now under his gaze. His eyes softened, and he answered, “Goodnight Di.” She went upstairs, almost in a daze following her unexplained actions and went inside her bedroom.

She changed into her old pj’s, loose satin shorts and a ratty tank top. She was too tired to unpack. Sleep took over immediately, but it was somewhat restless. She kept finding herself in vivid dreams. Dreams where she was either being denied pleasure, or being given too much of it. Dreams where she was begging for more, something, anything. Dreams where she was tied, blindfolded, clamped. Dreams where she saw a familiar naked torso looming over as she was being fucked at a vicious pace. Dreams where someone was telling her to “cum for Daddy” and she wanted to, so fucking bad. “Please Daddy, I want to cum, please let cum,” she was begging, but nothing was happening. She was growing frustrated, the heat at her core was getting unbearable. She begged again, her hand pinching her nipple over her tank top, as she looked up at his face, now clearly visible amidst the haze of the dream, “Please Daddy!”

There was a noise, like a door being closed with too much force, and she awoke abruptly, her breathing ragged, and her face slick with sweat and her pussy wet with need. “What the fuck!” She whispered, while her hand still snaked down to her pussy and started rubbing at her clit for some release. Her toys were in her bag, so she just had to use her hand tonight. She set a punishing pace, entered two fingers and started fucking herself desperately. She needed to cum, she didn’t care what had caused her to be horny like this. Her other hand started pinching her nipples again, hard. She set the pace of her hand in a way that her palm would hit her clit just right, and soon she was clenching around her fingers, close to where she needed to be. A chant of “please please please” left her lips, until she brought her fingers out and started rubbing her clit with a frenzy. She couldn’t control her words at that point, spilling “Daddy please” like a prayer as she brought herself closer to the edge. Her mind supplied the memory of her father’s voice commanding her, “Cum for Daddy” right on time.

“Fuckk! Me!” she whimpered, as she came off the high of her orgasm. *Well that just happened.* She thought, as she licked her fingers clean like she always did after a self-love session. While debating the moral implications of her actions, and trying to justify it as just a natural reaction to hearing some good sex, she fell asleep again. This time, soundly and completely unaware of her father standing right outside, having heard every single thing that had just happened in the past few minutes.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sfyz76/homecoming_mf_incest_daddaughter