Peter sat at the window watching the rainfall on the front walkway of his sprawling ranch house. A successful businessman, Peter was the kind of guy that people naturally want to work hard for. His real estate development corporation had exploded after ten years of hard work and sacrifice. The pleasures in his family life had waned, but he was finally at the point where he was able to enjoy the simple pleasures he'd missed.
His wife, Martha, had left him a year ago for her overpaid therapist. He'd paid thousands for some schmuck to steal away the love of his life. No, Martha hadn't been the love of his life. Yet she had been his loyal and devoted wife for over twenty years, and that said a lot.
He got up from the couch and headed toward the wet bar, but not before he picked up his drained scotch on the rocks and wiped the water marks off the oak end table. At the wet bar he poured himself another and swished it around in the glass. He'd drink this one slowly he thought to himself, but when he heard a car door slam he downed it.
Peter's oldest daughter, Alise, was due home. She was on vacation from her job as a police officer up north. Peter had always been proud of his children. His two sons had gone into business together; they were now married to beautiful women and had started families of their very own. Alise's younger sister was in her third year of law school. He thought it was great that Alise was happy with her career, but he couldn't help but think she could have done better.
Alise had lived up north since college and Peter saw her rarely. When they did get a chance to catch up it was often strained and not as comfortable as he would have liked it to be. His wife had always complained about Alise's love life, or lack there of. Peter knew exactly why Alise wasn't as popular with the boys as his wife had wished her to be. It wasn't that she was ugly, she was gorgeous. The problem was that people, especially guys, had a problem looking past her job. Guys were afraid of her. His wife had suggested that Alise's bad luck was due to the few extra pounds she'd always carried, but Peter wasn't convinced. He'd never known a guy who didn't like a woman with curves.
Peter cleaned the glass and set it back with the others like it. He made his way to the front door, stopping to check his appearance in the hall mirror. Same old lady-killer, he thought. He opened the door and headed toward the driveway. Halfway there he met Alise, giving her a big fatherly hug, "How are you sweetheart?" He grinned.
"Great dad, how are you?" She smiled, trying to wiggle out of the bear hug.
"Aw, I'm just great, especially now that I've got my girl home." He brushed past her and grabbed two of the huge bags she had set on the driveway. He hoped that this visit would be better than the rest.
A few hours later Peter stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for his daughter. They were going to go out to dinner at a swanky new restaurant owned by one of Peter's lady friends. When Peter was finally going to yell for Alise to hurry up she appeared at the top of the staircase. She was wearing a short black dress, tight enough to show all her curves; including her ample breasts. Peter took a deep breath, calm down Peter, he thought as he tried to subdue the tingling of his cock springing to life. He could have any woman he wanted, what was wrong with him?
"You're wearing that?" He finally managed to say out loud.
She stopped walking down the stairs and frowned, "yes, what's wrong with it?"
Peter sighed; he couldn't afford to have this visit go badly, "I'm going to have to beat them off with a stick. We'll never get through dinner!" He smiled; hoping that smoothed it over.
It worked like a charm and Alise blushed. "Come on, that's not funny," she playfully pushed him as she reached the bottom.
He smiled and went to open the door for her. It would be an interesting night.
Dinner had been nice, but Peter could tell that Alise had feigned enjoyment. Her pasted on grin became especially cheesy when Lois, the restaurant's owner and one of Peter's 'friends,' came over to make small talk. They'd left shortly after that and not said a word on the ride home.
When they reached the house Alise got out, thanked him for the dinner, kissed him goodnight and headed up to bed. She was tired from her long drive. Peter let her go and decided it was for the best, he had a lot of paperwork to do. He put his keys away and changed into his pajamas before he made his way down the hall, past Alise's room, toward his library where he spent the next few hours.
When the last of the paperwork was filed Peter stood up and stretched. He needed to go to the bathroom so he headed toward the closest bathroom. It was so late he figured it would be all right to use the bathroom connected to Alise's room, it was closer after all.
He yawned as he turned the handle and stepped into the muggy bathroom. It was dark except for a small sliver of light that shone through the slightly opened door connected to Alise's bedroom. He quietly walked in farther toward the other door where the light switch was. When he reached the door he nearly cried out in surprise. Alise lay spread out on her bed, her toes curling with pleasure as she passionately worked a huge vibrator in and out of her glistening pussy.
Peter stood there, his head clouded with a million different conflicting feelings. He was amazingly turned on, his flaccid cock had roared to life, creating a huge tent in his pajama pants. But this was his daughter. He couldn't bring himself to look away. He continued to watch as she became more aroused. She was only wearing a soft terry cloth robe, which was pulled up around her pelvis.
"MMMMmmmm, yes daddy, fuck me daddy," she moaned.
Peter couldn't believe his ears. Was this actually happening? He took a deep breath, desperately trying to decide whether he should quietly leave and relieve himself in his room, or whether he should walk into the room and take her up on her offer.
