Coming Back Home
by writer101
Copyright© 2025 by writer101
Pedo Sex Story: when you come back home, and then this happens
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story .
Me and my wife have a daughter together, she’s 14 now.
My wife and I both have a very successful career and therefor travel alot too.
We always try to carefully plan it, so there’s always someone at home for our daughter, but this time it was impossible, and this is what happened.
At the last day of my business trip, my daughter texted me that she’ll come pick me up from the airport. My plane would arrive around 5 in the morning, so it would’ve been very early for her to do so. She still insisted, I’ve been gone for over 3 weeks and she told me she missed me very much and wanted to see me as soon as I landed. Besides that, my wife had to fly that same morning around 3, my daughter told me she’d drop off mom and then just wait at the airport for me, no big deal she said. She promised me to bring me my favourite bread, a recipe that she’d invented herself, but its really good and I’m not just saying that as a father. Its the type of bread that’s made, so you can eat it without anything on it.
She texted me that she’s very excited about tomorrow, she can’t wait to see me again, its been so long.
I had to get on my airplane that same night around 11.30, I knew my sleeping pattern would just be completely screwed when I get back home. I was already tired, even before I boarded the airplane. Before I boarded, my daughter texted me; I hope you’ll have a safe flight daddy, I miss you and I hope you’ll be on time!
As I arrived at the airport and I turned on my phone, I texted her that I’ve landed safely, I’d be out soon. She texted me a picture of her sitting in one of the chairs at the airport, saying: I’m waiting for you daddy. She ended the message with a heart and a kiss. I really wanted to see her, it’s been too long and I missed her alot too.
Once I walked out of the baggage claim, my eyes instantly noticed her. She started jumping and waving at me with both arms. She was wearing a small black spaghetti top that showed her belly with short black yoga pants. As I kept walking to the exit, she started running towards me and she jumped straight into my arms, her legs above my hips and her arms around my neck. She screamed a bit: DADDY, IM SO HAPPY YOU’RE FINALY HERE AGAIN! I told her I really missed her and we gave each-other a kiss on the cheek. We hugged each-other firmly. One of my hands was supporting her back and my other hand was on her ass. She starting to cry from happiness, she said; I’ve missed you so much daddy, I’m so happy you’re back home!
Its been a while since I have touched any woman, and she being a grown woman by now, got me aroused a bit. I quickly corrected myself and I told her: ok hunny, lets go. She looked in my eyes, smiled and said – okay daddy, lets go home, you must be very tired too.
I asked her how my wife was doing, she said it really bothered her that our flights overlapped, so that we couldn’t see each-other first. I told her, I agreed, because I really wanted to see her too, I’ve missed her for too long. My daughter jokingly said: SEE her is what you want after 3 weeks? I laughed and jokingly told her to shut her dirty mouth. As she smiled, she layed her hand around my back and layed her hand against my arm, while we were walking to the taxi’s.
As its around 5am, taxis aren’t lined up yet, so we had to call and wait for a taxi. We talked a bit with each-other during the waiting. She just held my arm with both hands, with her head leaning against my arm. After about a minute or 10, she asked me if she could have my phone to make a picture for her instagram. Her own phone ran out of battery while waiting, but a picture at the airport would look nice for her she said. I told her its fine, but I didn’t think about the fact that girls her age take 2000 pictures before they can find one that they like. As she was scrolling through my pics, she saw a few pictures that I had made for my wife. She said: ehm, dad? For who are you making these pictures? I looked at her in shock. She asked: are you cheating on mom? I told her I’m not, I would never, I pulled my phone out of her hands and told her those pics were for her mom. She laughed and said: It’s very big tho, I can see why she likes it. I looked at her and I didn’t know what to say. She smiled and said: must be a big disappointment for you to know that she’ll be gone for another 2.5 week? I told her that yes, its a very big disappointment, but its none of her concern.
She kept teasing me with it. She said; When you’re home, I can hear you two sometimes, now I know why she’s making so much sounds. And; I wish I had a guy with one like that. And; How often do you talk with mom about it? I told her its been a week since, but its none of her business. She made fun of me by saying: A WEEK? Even I talk more about it ... I looked at her and said; what?! She said, yes – what do you think? I’m 14 – hello! Its 2023.
As we were still waiting for the taxi, I looked at the time on my phone, it’s been 30 minutes already. My daughter asked me; why are you in such a rush now? Getting nervous?
I told her to really stop about it right now, it’s really weird. She smiled, raised her shoulders and said; not that weird, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here I guess. I smiled at her in desperation, I told her; look, yes – its been a while for me, it happens, but at least I won’t cheat on her. Yes its tough, and I asked her to kindly stop talking about it – as talking about sex wasn’t really necessarily helping after these weeks, and I still had a few more weeks to go.
I could see the taxi approaching, finally. I told her, come honey, there’s the taxi.
As she stood up, she looked at me and teasingly said: Do you think I look like mommy?
I told her in a jokingly voice to shut up and get ready for the taxi, I want to go home – I’m tired from the trip.
The taxi ride would take about 45min, so we would still have a while before we would arrive home. As we sat in the taxi, my daughter grabbed my arm again with both her hands and layed her head back on my shoulder. Her hair fell in front of her face, and I put it behind her ear. I asked her if she’s comfortable and asked if she’s tired. She told me she’s very tired, but it’s okay. She’ll stay awake. She looked at me and said: you never really answered my question ... I looked back at her and said: what question? If I look like mommy? She asked me again.
I told her she looked great, she has her mom’s eyes and hair. She told me: Dad, not like that ... I asked her what she meant, to which she replied: the rest ... I took a deep breath, I looked at her and I said; you can’t be asking me these questions, I’m your dad. What’s wrong with you?
She told me she’s feeling sad for me, because I’ve been gone from home so long, and now I’m back and I’ll still have nobody to do “gymnastics” with. I told her that this is none of her concern, its part of the way of living that we choose to have. She said; yes, but ... You’re still a man, you’ll cheat on her if you won’t have enough. I assured her I won’t, we’re married for a reason. We’re not separated all the time. Yes, sometimes its hard, but I’ll manage.
She laughed and said: really? Sometimes its hard? I exhaled as I said: Stop it! Really She laughed again and said: I bet its hard now too? I looked at her in shock and told her: OMG, Stop! She said: but dad, I’m just happy you’re back home again! I’m really happy! I told her I was also very happy about being here again, but this is a bit out of line. She told me; yes, but ... Normally mom would be here to celebrate with you – and now that she’s not here ... If you close your eyes, you can think I’m mommy. I looked at her and with a bit of anger I told her: look, no – this is wrong, you can’t say that! In case you forgot, I’m your dad ok! We can’t be doing that.
She looked at me and said: all I hear is your only argument is that you’re my dad ... So you’d do it if you weren’t? I told her, no – stop, I’m married to your mom. She asked me: don’t you think I’m attractive enough? I told her she was very pretty, but she really had to stop, this was not about being attractive or not, this was about me being her dad. She said: again, because you’re my dad? I just want to honor our family tradition, of you celebrating when you come back from your business trip.
She pulled my arm tighter to her, so it was touching her breasts. I just took a deep breath and I thought to myself, yes – after 3 weeks not being able to have sex, I really want to feel the real thing again, but I can’t, she’s my daughter. She put my hand on her thigh and said: I won’t tell mommy, I know it’s hard for men if they don’t have it for a long time, I just don’t want you to cheat on mommy while you have to wait for another 2,5 weeks. I told her, that whatever it is that she’s suggesting, its worse than just cheating. She smiled and said; at least with me you’ll know I won’t get more feelings for you I guess?
At this point I started to give in, my arm pressing against her breasts, my hand laying on her thigh, her talking to me like that ... I told her one more time; look, we really shouldn’t. I threw my head backward on the car seat as I deeply exhaled. As she put her hand on my belly, she said; its okay daddy. She moved her hand under my shirt and whispered in my ears: I want it ... I started to smile out of desperation, I wanted it too, but also didn’t want it at the same time.
I grabbed her hand and whispered to please not do this, the taxi driver probably overheard the entire conversation. She smiled and said; stop thinking so much, just give him a tip. She gave me a kiss on my cheek, as her hand stroked my other cheek. She gently pushed my head in her direction and she gave me a kiss on the lips.
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