Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 102

Introduction:

Father and daughter spend another night together after all these years and Tom is surprised by how much his daughter grew up.

How Traditions Start - Part 102

An original story by Starrynight.

The heavy door to the house swung open and Presley walked in, carrying a large duffle bag. She looked around, smiling to be back at her parents' house, and put the bag down with a thud. "Hey, I'm home. She called out, looking around, but there was no answer, the only sound coming from the animals outside.

It was strange weather, like nature had not decided if it was leaning towards summer or towards winter, and despite the sun shining, there was a chill in the air. Presley closed the door behind her, hauling the heavy bag up to her old bedroom, and dumped it there. The last time she was home and slept in her room was at Christmas, and it was amazing to see that it stayed exactly like she left it

Presley knocked on her younger sister's door, opening it when there was no answer, but found the room was empty. She looked around confused, then headed downstairs. It was still empty, and after checking her parents' bedroom and finding no one there as well, she grabbed a jacket and headed outside.

"Dad!" Presley called out cheerfully after she finally spotted a familiar face. He was in their small stable, tending to the horses.

"Presley!" Tom called out happily and held his gloved hands out as his daughter hugged him. "I thought you were getting here tomorrow. He said with a wide smile, smelling her fragrant feminine scent as her hands lingered on him for another moment.

"Yeah, I had some last-minute change and decided to surprise you. Where is everybody?" She asked and pulled away, looking up at her old man.

"Well, your mother went with your little sister to checkout college, they were supposed to return this morning, but ran into some bad weather. Their flight was cancelled. Hopefully the weather will get better over there and they can catch tomorrow's flight. Molly was supposed to join them there and come with them. The boys should be coming either tomorrow or the day after, I can't remember which one of them is getting here when. And that's it guess. Tom said chuckling, his eyes lighting up.

Presley and her father caught up on everything as he finished up in the stables, Tom filling her in on everything that's been going on around the farm, and Presley updated her father on her new job, and how she was getting along.

"Any boys I should know about?" Tom asked with a teasing grin.

"There is this guy I'm dating, but it's still new, we'll see." Presley answered blushing and her father nodded, not pushing the subject anymore.

Presley went to take a shower, then a nap, tired from her long drive, as her father finished taking care of things around the farm. He was excited to have his girl home, a wonderful surprise after assuming he would spend another night alone.

Tom finished his work, exhausted as usual, and entered the house. He wiped his dirty hands on his work jeans, grabbed a beer, and sighed as he sat back on the couch, enjoying the first cold sip. Не kicked off his boots, placing his feet on the footrest, and reclined on the couch, sighing as he took another sip of the cold beer.

Presley woke up from her nap refreshed. She noticed she always slept best in her childhood room and threw off the covers. She was wearing just a bra and panties and stepped over to her bag. She grabbed a tight red flannel shirt, the kind she would only let herself wear at home, a pair of tight blue denim jeans, and grabbed her old slippers from the closet, running her hands through her dark hair. She had started cutting it shorter a few months ago, into a medium bob cut, and though she liked her new look, it still felt strange not having her long hair to play with.

The stairs creaked and Tom looked up from his daydreaming to see Presley climbing down, a sleepy look on her face. He was still drinking his beer and smiled at her as she got to the bottom of the stairs and sat down on the sofa across from him.

"Dad, what did you have planned for dinner? Presley asked, looking at her father, and eased herself into the sofa. She hadn't eaten much all day and was getting quite hungry.

"Um...well, to be honest, I didn't really have anything in mind. I've pretty much been having beans and bacon or eggs for dinner for the past days. You know I'm not much of a cook," Tom said, smiling apologetically as Presley frowned at him. "Oh, you know what, we have some steaks Carl brought over yesterday, I can grill those up for us. What do you say?" Tom suggested.

"Mmm, yummy, steak sounds good." Presley said smiling. "Why don't I make us some mashed potatoes and a salad to go along. You can go take a shower while I do." She added grinning.

"You're just like your mother." Tom said laughing and chugged the last of the beer. He got off the couch, shaking his head in amusement and headed for his room.

Tom striped out of his dirty clothes, throwing them into the hamper, and stepped into the shower. It was an end to another long day, and he let the warm water caress his tense muscles. As Tom stood naked under the shower, his mind wandering, he could not help thinking about his youngest daughter's upcoming eighteenth birthday. It was a troubling subject to think about, one that was often on his mind these last weeks, and as much as he tried to fight it, he could not help imagining what it is going to be like to have sex with his little girl. It was almost a week since Liz went off with Lisa, and the lack of sexual contact with his wife made him have disturbing thoughts even more often.

Tom stood in the shower, eyes closed, letting the warm water cascade down his strong body, and before he noticed, he was starting to get hard. He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and looked down at his penis as it began to harden. He tried to calm down, taking deep steamy breaths, but seeing his dick harden got him thinking about his youngest daughter and what her reaction to seeing it might be, which only made it worse, and within less than a minute, Tom was completely hard.

He sighed in frustration as he looked down at his thick six-inch shaft standing in full salute. He took a few deep breaths, trying to get it to come down, but his impressive manhood refused, sending signals all across his body, begging to be touched. Tom gasped as he gave up and finally wrapped his hand around his hard shaft. He grumbled with pleasure as he ran his hand along his it then released it. He squeezed some soap on his palm then returned it to his thick shaft, stroking it timidly.

Tom slowly masturbated his thick hard penis, building up the

pleasure inside of him. Though he didn't need much

encouragement, he thought about his beautiful wife as he jerked

off, imagining her naked body under his. He started stroking faster,

the pleasure growing as he recalled her image. He found his youngest daughter slipping into his thoughts as he continued to masturbate, tugging on his fat dick, but each time was intent to think back to his wife.

Tom released a loud groan as he came, intense pleasure hitting him as he squirted his first load down the shower drain. He then remembered Presley was home, and though he was quite certain she wouldn't hear him, he stifled his sounds of pleasure, clenching his teeth as he stroked his spouting penis, ejaculating all over the shower floor as the warm water washed it all away..

The mirror was fogged up and Tom took in the steamy air as he stepped out of the shower. His penis softened in satisfaction and he grabbed the large towel, rubbing his wet body. He stepped out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, the towel at his waist, and walked over to his closet. He pulled on a pair of boxers, black jeans and a plain navy-blue t-shirt. When he opened the door, he felt a chill and went back to get a light brown jacket.

Presley was mashing potatoes as her father came into the living room, looking fresh and clean. "Smells good." Tom sald, smiling towards his daughter and walked over to the front door. He opened it and looked outside. 'It's quite chilly tonight, you want me to light the fireplace?' Tom asked his daughter, closing the door behind him.

"Sure dad," Presley said cheerfully and looked up at him. "The potatoes are done so I just have to finish up the salad, you want to get the grill running?" she asked her father.

"Yeah, okay sweetie." Tom said as he kneeled next to the fireplace and organized some firewood. He put some Firestarter, lit it with a long match, and watched the flames lick the wood until it caught. Tom smiled to himself then walked out the backdoor and turned on the grill. "You want me to open us a bottle of wine?" Tom asked as he walked back in to get the steaks.

"Ooh, really?" Presley asked wide-eyed.

"Sure, if we're going to have a nice meal we might as well do it right. Tom said smiling.

"Yeah, okay." Presley said cheerfully and watched her father disappear into the storage room and come back with a bottle of red wine. He brought out two large wine glasses, opened the bottle, and poured each one of them a glass.