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What Daddy Wants for Christmas
By Whiskey McNaughton
Copyright 2011 by Whiskey McNaughton
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What Daddy Wants for Christmas
Chapter One
Tabitha hadn’t been home for Christmas since she’d left right out of high school. Even while her parents put her through college she always found reasons not to come home during the Christmas break, citing things like, “Everyone else is going to Saint-Tropez, why should I be the only one not going?” or “We’re all going to Vale this Christmas for skiing.” Her father always thought she should come home during the holidays, but with her mother backing her whims and tantrums Tabitha managed to skip out on spending Christmas at home throughout her college days after promising she’d be back at least every other year once she was out of college.
By then she was busy establishing herself in her new career and life in Chicago and couldn’t see coming home when it meant she’d have to leave behind all those people who were now so important to her in every way imaginable. But after a few years of the busy, city life that was non-stop every day all year long, she decided she really did need a vacation and time to relax. What better place to spend it than back at home with her parents who wouldn’t make any demands upon her time? She’d be able to visit with all her friends from high school – those who were still around – which she thought would be the majority of them. After all, how many of them had been imbued with the dreams and visions she had for getting out of the dreary town they’d been raised in and carving out a new life somewhere far more fashionable and exciting? Only her as far as she knew. That would make her somewhat of a celebrity, wouldn’t it? And Tabitha was all about basking in the lime-light as much as possible – especially among those who had fallen flat in their own dreams, which was everyone else, as far as she was concerned.
She was twenty-eight when she came home for Christmas that year, arriving in a taxi that deposited her in front of her parents’ house, the same home she had grown up in all her life. The weather was dreary, cold and nasty, having had snow a few days before that hadn’t completely stuck around. The roads were all slushy and wet and dirty-looking, not white and pretty, the way she had hoped, though she had to admit that she had plenty of snow every year, what with living in Chicago, where the winter precipitation often was measured by feet, not inches.
It was a Thursday when she arrived at her parents’ door, which meant her mother was home – still the housewife like the stereotypes on the old-time television shows – not a liberated woman the way Tabitha had turned out to be, while her father was still at work.
She didn’t bother to ring the doorbell or knock on the door and wait to be let in – this was her house, too, wasn’t it? She had grown up here and certainly hadn’t been expected to knock before entering then, why bother with it now?
“Hello?” she called out as she pushed through the door with her luggage, setting it all down just inside the entryway and pushing the door closed with her foot. It slammed, alerting her mother, who somehow had managed to miss her calling out. “Anyone home?” she said even louder just as her mother came around the corner to see why the door had slammed shut.
“Tabby!” she screamed in excited glee and ran up to her daughter, throwing her arms about her and hugging her tight. “You made it! Oh, I’m so glad to see you, dear. How was your flight? Did you hit any turbulence? Meet any nice young men on the way here? Anyone you want to tell me about back in Chicago?”
“Nice to see you, too, Mom,” Tabitha laughed as she extricated herself from her mother’s embrace and explosive barrage of questioning. She looked her mother over and noticed how she was aging. New wrinkles all over her face and a few extra pounds where there hadn’t been any the last time they’d seen each other, which had been at her college graduation ceremony six years ago, almost seven.
They had gone inside and Celia Montgomery had fixed a snack for her daughter, who looked as though she hadn’t eaten any snacks in all the years since she’d been away from home. The girl was so skinny, though at the thought of her daughter as “the girl”, Celia smiled. She was hardly a girl any longer. Just look at her all grown up and filled out and dressed as though she shopped in all the most expensive stores in Chicago.
The two had talked and gossiped. Celia Montgomery had filled her daughter in on all the juiciest talk about town about everyone she knew, which was exactly what Tabitha wanted. Her eyes gleamed with every new person – which meant all the old kids she’d known growing up – her mother talked about, how they had gotten married and divorced, the kids they had, the alcohol and drug addictions, wife beating, affairs, “Why, did you know that little Tommy Benson shot his wife over an affair with another woman?” Celia was aghast when she delivered this news.
“No! A woman?” Tabitha was appropriately shocked at the revelation, though inwardly she chuckled. What would her mother say if she told her that her own “little Tabitha” had been in sexual liaisons with several other women as well? Her mother would undoubtedly have a major coronary right there in her own living room.
Soon they heard a car pull into the driveway and the garage door going up and then down again, indicating that Charlie Montgomery was home from work, the same job he had been at for the past twenty-five years at least, as far as Tabitha knew.
“Quick. Hide somewhere,” Celia encouraged her daughter as though she was yet a little girl playing hide-and-seek. “Let’s make this a surprise for your father.”
“Daddy knows I’m coming home for the holidays, doesn’t he?” Tabitha asked as she walked calmly into the kitchen where she wouldn’t be seen when her father entered from the garage through a door that led into the family room.
“Oh, of course, dear, but I didn’t tell him exactly what day or time you were arriving. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Just then the door opened and Tabitha stepped back so she was out of sight. She had to admit there was a small portion of her deep inside that tingled at the thought of surprising her dad with her being home. She waited while her mother greeted her father and he had taken his coat off. Then her mother offered to get him a cup of coffee, “Just to take the chill off,” from his drive home, as though he hadn’t had the heater on in the car the whole way. Celia came in and fixed the coffee, but then she handed the mug to her daughter so Tabitha could take it in to him.
Charlie Montgomery was just settling in to his favorite recliner with the afternoon paper in his hands as the cup of coffee he’d been promised was set beside him on the end table. Something in the back of his mind said there was something different, something he should be aware of, but he didn’t know exactly what it was. He lifted his head from his paper so he could reach around to his left and take hold of the handle on the coffee mug. That was when his eyes settled on the tall, young woman with the bright blonde hair cascading down past her shoulders standing just off to the side. His face went white and his eyes grew large and round.
“Tabby?” Charlie leaped from his chair, no easy feat, since he’d had the footstool section of the recliner engaged and had needed to put it down before he could get out of the chair, but he somehow managed without fumbling too awful badly. He wrapped his arms about his daughter the same way his wife had earlier and hugged her tight. She was still the girl he’d always known and loved, just a bit older and – larger – in certain areas. That fact was all too apparent as their bodies pressed tightly against one another. Either Tabitha had grown quite a bit in the breast department since he’d last seen her or she’d gotten implants. He certainly didn’t recall this feeling when he’d hugged her at her graduation.
“Okay, you can let go of me now, Daddy,” she laughed as they pulled apart.
“You look great, Tabby,” Charlie exclaimed, running his eyes all over his daughter’s body and checking her out. Certainly it was understandable that he would stare at her so much at this point; he hadn’t seen her in a lot of years and no one would question his reasoning. He knew, however, that the main reason he looked her over was because she had made him momentarily hard in a place he’d never gotten hard over her before. He wanted to know every inch of this gorgeous new daughter he had standing before him so he’d know exactly what it was about her that had caused him to get so sexually excited.
A part of him chastised him for getting aroused by his own daughter, but another part of him said, “She’s just another hot babe for you to ogle, Charlie. Enjoy as much of it as you can. She’ll only be here a few days and then you might never see her again.” So he did. He drank in every bit of her re-vamped and luscious body, noticing that, yes, she obviously had gotten implants. Her mother certainly had never sported boobs as big as what Tabitha now had and no other woman on either side of their family – Celia’s or his – had ever been that big. DNA being what it was, Tabitha had to have gotten implants. And Charlie decided they looked damn good on her. His scrutiny of his daughter caused him to start getting aroused once more and he’d needed to pick up the newspaper to hold down in front of him, hoping no one else noticed. God, how embarrassing would that be for his wife and daughter to notice him getting an erection after ogling his daughter?
Celia came up to Charlie and wrapped her arms about his waist. She only did that when she wanted something, but she didn’t do it often, so Charlie didn’t bristle about it.
“Dear, this is a special occasion, isn’t it?”
Charlie looked at his wife and knew what it was she wanted without her having to say it. “It sure is, honey. How about if we all go out to dinner to celebrate Tabby coming home for Christmas?”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Celia beamed as though her husband had been the one to think of it all on his own.
Charlie Montgomery wasn’t someone who enjoyed going out in the snow, especially if it meant driving in it, but he didn’t complain this time around, seeing as how he hadn’t seen his only daughter for at least six years.
During dinner they had enjoyed their discussions, which mostly centered on Tabitha’s life in Chicago. They had all changed clothes before going out and Tabitha had chosen a dress that was very low cut and displayed a lot of cleavage. Evidently she was proud of her new breasts and wanted everyone else to see them, too. Charlie certainly noticed. The entire time they were eating and talking his eyes kept drifting down to his daughter’s breasts. If she were anyone else he’d be drooling over those knockers, but she was his daughter, so he kept telling himself to look at her eyes, not her tits. Still, it was a very difficult thing to do. It was so much like looking at the breasts of a stranger, not his daughter.
Once dinner was over they’d gone back home and everyone had gotten ready for bed, even though it wasn’t exactly bed time. It was just what Charlie and Celia had always been used to – getting ready for bed early in the evening so they would be more comfortable as they sat in the family room and watched the television shows they enjoyed most. Of course, since no one else had been in the house for so long Charlie had gotten used to wearing less and less. He’d even convinced Celia to try visiting a couple of nudist clubs that weren’t located too far from them and both of them had enjoyed the “liberated lifestyle” so much that anymore, all he ever wore at home in the evening – if he wore anything at all – was his robe that allowed him to cover or uncover his body as he saw fit. Tonight – with Tabitha back in the house – he thought about putting on his briefs before donning his robe, but decided it was warm enough in the house with the fire going and so he decided to forego the briefs and just wear the robe, making sure that he tied the robe closed securely so nothing would show.
Downstairs in the living room Celia and Tabitha were sitting around swapping gossip – still. He would’ve thought they’d run out of people to gossip about, but it evidently wasn’t the case. He sat back in his recliner once more, since he never had gotten the chance to read the newspaper, leaned back, folded his legs and unfolded the paper. He had been reading for several minutes when he glanced up and noticed his daughter staring at him. At least it appeared as though she were staring at him and when he followed her line-of-sight he realized she was looking between his legs. That was when he became aware that he had shifted in his position and his robe had shifted with it. His penis was partially uncovered and that was where Tabitha was staring.
Without making a scene about the fact, Charlie readjusted his legs and robe and once more was completely covered. Did it bother him that his adult daughter had seen his penis? He mentally shrugged it off. He’d been visiting nudist clubs for a few years now and it never bothered him that anyone else – male and female alike – saw him completely sans clothing. Why should it now bother him if his own daughter saw him that way? If she didn’t object to it he certainly wasn’t going to, either.
A while later they all retired to their bedrooms and the minor incident from earlier was all but forgotten. Though as Charlie climbed under the covers of his bed and settled in next to his wife his mind wandered off to thinking about Tabitha’s new tits and he wondered absently what it would be like to feel them as he drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter Two
Early in the morning Charlie woke. He often did that. His stomach started growling and he always got up and went downstairs for a light snack, watched a little late night TV and then went back to bed. He tossed the covers off himself and headed downstairs, forgetting for the moment that he and his wife weren’t the only people in the house, so he didn’t bother putting on his robe or even a pair of briefs. Charlie Montgomery walked as calmly as possible down the stairs of his house and into the kitchen completely sans clothing.
It wasn’t until he was bent over looking into the fridge with the inside light illuminating him all over that he heard, “Whoa! That’s a sight I never thought I’d see,” from behind him. Charlie whirled about so fast he struck his forehead on the door of the refrigerator. Rubbing it and cussing up a blue streak he tried his best to focus his eyes in the direction of the breakfast nook that sat down toward the far end of the kitchen.