Incest Divorced Dad Moves in with Daughter

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I had no idea there were any bedroom problems between Eileen and me. We still had sex several times a week and did everything except anal because I was too big. It seemed like she was happy.

It was bad enough that she was fucking around on me, but when I confronted her, she was indignant that I would accuse her of such a thing. Her moral outrage was a sight to see. It was an Academy Award performance! I was impressed. She should have been an actress.

Then I showed her the video footage, and her face blanched but only for a second! Her emotions pivoted instantly to remorse.

"It was just sex, honey!"

"There was no love involved."

"It only happened once!"

She begged me to give her a second chance, but I didn't want to see her face again; nevertheless, take her back. Once the trust was gone, it was gone.

When I played more clips of her infidelity, she knew the gig was up and stopped her bullshit act.

We split our assets, and I moved into a tiny apartment. Fortunately, lady luck smiled at me. A position opened in the LA branch of my company, and my boss knew I no longer had any local ties, so he offered me the job.

He warned me about the cost of real estate in LA, but I assumed my increased pay would cover the increased living expenses. WRONG! But I didn't care. I thought of it as an opportunity to start afresh. Most importantly, I'd be close to Gracie again. I couldn't wait to see her!

Gracie had a two-bedroom apartment, and because of our frequent chats, I knew she was between roommates, so I was hoping it would be okay for me to crash with her until I found something of my own. She was thrilled when I told her about my job and offered to share her place before I even asked, which confirmed my opinion of what a good daughter she was.

I was delighted the minute I exited the airport. It was seventy degrees, the sunshine was brilliant and warm on my skin, and there was no humidity. Good riddance to cold, damp Michigan winters and hot sticky summers! I was pumped about the weather and just sat for a while, soaking in the sun.

The original plan was for Gracie to pick me up, but because I was early, I hailed a cab. It wasn't cheap, but I couldn't wait to surprise her.

I couldn't believe it when I saw palm trees on the way to her place! There were no palm trees in Michigan!

Her apartment was in an old neighborhood, and it had a Spanish look. It was three stories, and each unit had a covered balcony, so you could sit in the shade if you wanted. The walls were covered in stucco, and the roof was terracotta tiles. There was a small courtyard in the center with a fountain and palm trees. It was gorgeous! Gracie's unit was on the upper level, and I slowly dragged my heavy suitcases up the stairs and knocked on her door.

To say I was surprised when she greeted me would be an understatement! She wore sheer mauve nylons, a mauve garter belt, mauve panties, and a mauve demi-cup bra that highlighted her almost D-cup breasts. She had long lustrous eyelashes, and you guessed it, mauve eyeliner! Somebody liked the color mauve! Her mauve heels made her as tall as me.

There was a brief smile on her face until she realized it was me, and then her eyes got big as saucers.

"DAD! I wasn't expecting you so early!"

I smirked. "Would you like me to come back later?"

She looked in the hallway, quickly shuffled me in, and closed the door. Then a big smile crossed her face, and she gave me a huge hug.

"I'm so glad to see you, dad! I've been counting down the hours until you arrived! I've missed you so much! Someone is coming soon, though. Can you leave for a bit or wait in the spare bedroom? We'll only be an hour. Is that okay?"

Before I could answer, someone knocked on the door. Gracie put a finger to her mouth and pointed towards the bedroom. I quietly lugged my stuff into the room and closed the door.

Of course, I was curious. My daughter was dressed for sex. I tried to hear what they were saying, but the walls were thick, and I couldn't hear much. I didn't unpack, in case her visitor heard me. I was up early, so I lay on the bed. I was just going to rest my eyes, but before I knew it, Gracie was sitting on the bed beside me, shaking my arm.

"Dad! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes, and Gracie had changed into a t-shirt and faded jeans. Thank God! It wasn't healthy for a dad to see his daughter dressed like before! Gracie inherited her mom's body, which meant she had an innocent girl-next-door face with a killer body. She looked like a sex Goddess earlier.

"Sorry about that, dad! I wasn't expecting you until later."