An author named Honey Warren inspired this story, "Coming Home".
It has been years since I read her original story, but I did
indeed read it, again and again and again when I was posting at
MrDouble. All her stories were wonderfully erotic and this
particular one prompted other action on my part, every single
time I read it! If by the odd chance, anyone reading this is
familiar with Honey Warrens original work and knows if or where
the full story is, I would love to hear from you.

I never tired of Honey's work even though, sadly, I was informed
by her sister in some emails we exchanged a number of years ago
that Honey had passed away. To the best of my knowledge, only a
few of her stories currently remain at MrDouble and the one that
inspired this story is no longer there.

I believe the original story was titled "The Week of a Baby
Whore", or just "Week of a Baby Whore". The chapters were all
based on the days of the week. If my memory serves me, and I may
be wrong and with no ill intent, only the chapters/days Monday
through Wednesday were posted at that time. That is one reason my
original tribute to her work only got to Wednesday. Her sister
had informed me all those years ago that the remainder of the
story exists but was never posted. Therefore, I do not know the
content of the last 4 days of the week.

It is my intention to pay my respect to Honey Warren by writing
my version of the full week of the story, and try to do so in the
same erotic vein she used. I wrote the first three days, which
translated into more than three chapters when I was still posting
at Mr Double. What you are reading in the first three chapters is
the heavily re-edited version of what I wrote in the 2007/2008
time. When I post the "Thursday" chapter, it will be a
continuation of original new work on my part.

The original story-line was that of a young single Mom and her
preteen daughter who returned home to live with her parents.
Again, my memory is a bit fuzzy but I think the daughter's
approximate age in the original story was 9 or 10. As you may
suspect in a story of this genre their father and many of his
friends when they were growing up had molested the woman along
with her sister. The sexual relationship lasted until both girls
left home as teenagers after graduating high school.

It is a story about a young woman coming home to accept what is
apparently her destiny. In the case of the original story, it
meant the woman returned home with her daughter in tow, in need
of financial support and a place to live. In addition, in doing
so, she was coming home to her dominant hedonistic father and
with unspoken approval; she was turning her child over to him.
Her preteen daughter will be raised as she and her sister had
been raised, as sexual toys for her father and his friends. Of
course, more than anything she also desires to be taken back into
the loving, absolutely dominating, and perverted sexual embrace
of her father.

The first few chapters, Monday through Wednesday remain fairly
close to the basic story written by Honey. I have added a second
younger daughter to the mix because that was how I would have
written it. I am being true to my own desires in that respect and
believe those who have read Honey's original will enjoy this
modification as well.

My style of writing dialog and the kinds of words I use and the
phrasing are different as well, but my version is true to the
original. I hope anyone who has ever read the original will enjoy
this version; I also hope I will be close to Honey's intended
plot when I write the rest of the week.

My usual kudos's go out to my "Official Proofer" from Great
Britain, the country from which America was born! He is the best
at what he does, and as always, I must confess to making changes
since he completed his proofs in mid-July of the first five
chapters I sent him! Sorry if I have reinserted any mistakes into
this story as well as for taking so long with my writing! I hope
all who read this will enjoy it.  FM





Disclaimer:  Please be aware that the story you are about to read
is fantasy / fiction and a figment of the authors imagination. It
bears no resemblance to any real events past or present. The
author does not in any way condone anyone who in "real life"
attempts to copy of commit the activities referred to in his
story. All events are pure fantasy and this story exists only in
the confines of the authors mind. No children have ever been
touched or harmed while it was being dreamed up.  PLEASE NOTE The
story codes and this disclaimer relate to this and subsequent
chapters of this story.


Story Codes   incest/ extreme pedo / preteen / caution












Coming Home, Prologue




By FertileMind




Haney could see the jealousy in his adult daughters eyes, her
sexy hands were clasping and unclasping on the arms of the old
wing-back chair she was sitting in. He enjoyed seeing the way she
was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together in a rhythmic
fashion, trying to get some sexual relief as she watched him
playing with both her daughters. Her beautiful blue green eyes
were bright with passion and desire and the heavy gold ring with
the one carat diamond that pierced her nipple told him that she
was as much in love with him today as he was with her. As much as
he had been when his beautiful first baby daughter Jennet had
been born, and the first time he fed her his semen when she was
just an infant.


It was the same comfortable chair he had sat in for many years,
masturbating and watching as his daughters performed private
little lesbian shows for him when he was in the mood for that.
The same chair he would sit in it while one of them sucked his
cock and the other masturbated on the bed using toys or their
fingers as they watched each other. Other times one of them would
be the voyeur sitting in the chair, watching and masturbating as
he fucked and sucked with the other. He had kept them both on
their toes by keeping a varied sexual routine through the years
when they were just toddlers, and during the school years when
they were in elementary and middle and high school.


But this particular evening his adult daughter was the audience
and he her father and her two young daughters, his
granddaughters, were the performers. With desperately hungry eyes
she watched him; he could see how badly she wanted to join them
on the bed. He was going to do deliciously nasty things to her
two daughters, 8 year-old Karee, and 6 year-old Stella, one on
each side of him now, the three of them sharing wet kisses as she
watched. He was doing the same kinds of things to her daughters
that he had done with her and her younger sister Trish, for all
the years they had lived under his roof.


It was such a lascivious and depraved family story, but tonight,
for right now, Jennet was just a jealous hungry bystander. She
was dying to be a participant, she was being allowed to watch,
while not being allowed to touch herself. It was the small
admission price he was charging her for the privilege of
assisting him and becoming one with him in his endeavors.
Assisting him in the continuation of her two daughters perverted
education, in their ongoing instruction in the ways of incest and
pedo sex. Assisting him with the deliriously debauched sexual
activities he had planned, for himself, and later with all of his
friends and associates.


Jennet was watching as the deviant actions of her domineering
father were being played out in front of her on this special
evening. This was the first time she was allowed to join him, to
actually be in the room with them and participate. It was her
reward after several days of torture as she watched him molesting
them, lurking in the darkness of the hall outside his bedroom.


It was a story as old as the entire time Jennet had been alive.
Her father had done it all before, and would do it again and
again as long as there was breath in his lungs and blood in his
veins to infuse his penis, and a sexy child's body to enjoy.
Haney was a hedonist after all, and to Haney being a hedonist
meant simply one thing and one thing only. The total satisfaction
of his sexual desires and the achievement of his sexual pleasure.
Those were the two main goals in his life, everything else was a
by-product. He really didn't care how he got it his satisfaction,
as long as he did.


How he was getting it today was by deriving incredibly intense
pleasure for himself by watching his adult daughter Jennet, watch
him, while he molested her two preteen daughters. Now they were
his toys, his luscious young preteen granddaughters, Karee and
Stella. Getting to this point hadn't taken as long as he thought
it would at first, but it was Jennet after all so he was not
surprised.


Jennet was a single mother now just turned 26, divorced and
recently moved back in with her parents. Due to of course the
divorce, and the never ending financial hardship that had always
been a part of her life after leaving home. Though it was
unspoken, as so much was in their lives, Haney knew deep down
that Jennet moving back in was a very clear acknowledgement of
what the price would be. Haney grinned at his daughter, he had
been right of course, and Jennet was willing to pay it, twice
over.


Watching her as she watched him sexually molest and abuse her
daughters thrilled him more than almost anything, almost. It was
after all the completion of the full and thoroughly perverted
circle of her life, of their family's life. She had come back to
him as he had always hoped she would, as he had predicted she
would, and she had come bearing very special gifts. She had
delivered her two preteen daughters to him on a silver platter,
and she knew what he would do to them.


Haney had molested both his daughters starting almost from birth
with their mother's permission and even her enthusiastic
assistance at first. For their entire lives he had his way with
Jennet and her younger sister Trisha. Both girls were willing,
loving and adoring little conspirators in the perverted games
they shared. But at the same time, as they became teens and got
close to graduating high school, they both began to chafe at his
authority. He was pretty sure it was a normal part of maturing;
he'd hoped they would get over it, but they did not. He figured
it was what caused the both of them to leave the house as soon as
they were able. He did not believe it was out of anger, but
rather and attempt by the two to try and prove to him they were
capable of making it on their own, without him.


But he always felt that the lifelong sexual training they had
received from him had been and investment he hoped would pay off
in time. And as far as Jennet was concerned, it had. The
expectation he had was that the perverted sexual seeds he had
planted in both girls psyches over the long years of loving and
constant molestation, would bear fruit in later years. And now,
at least as far as Jennet as concerned, the fruit was ripe and
falling from the tree, right into his lap.


Jennet had left as a 17 year-old right out of high school, just
before her 18th birthday, and her younger sister Trisha followed
her two years later at the same age. At the time both of them had
been chaffing more than a little under his domination, and like
all young people they were certain they could make it on their
own. But it couldn't last; both had married to get away from his
authority, and Haney thought, it was also because they were
ashamed to admit that they enjoyed the way their family lived.


Haney felt that both of them had been perverted by 'society', he
was certain their young minds had been poisoned by things they
had learned from the schools and their friends about what was
right and what was wrong. Instead of just trusting their
feelings, and trusting in him as they had for so many years, they
had decided to strike out on their own.


In marrying young both had done so very poorly, Jennet's husband
turned out to be a drunk and a drug addict who was physically
abusive as well. After getting pregnant the first time, she
suffered through several long years with him and had a second
child by him as well. She found the will to leave him after he
had finally abused her one to many times, finally finding the
courage to divorce him a short time later.  Haney had never
raised a hand in anger to either of them as children or as teens.


Having finally divorced her abuser, and being a worthless man to
begin with, he promptly disappeared from their lives. He never
sent any child support, but that was no surprise to Jennet or to
Haney. So soon after her divorce Jennet moved back to their old
town, rented a tiny dump and tried to find a job. After running
out of what meager savings she had, and getting no child support,
she realized that the crummy job she had managed to find didn't
pay enough to cover her bills. Haney had been watching from afar
and waiting for the right time to offer a helping hand.


With her situation becoming desperate, she gave in and took the
offer of a helping hand from her dear old Dad. She knew what it
would mean and Haney didn't waste any time. In her heart Jennet
knew that would be the case from the moment she moved in. She
knew he'd start taking what he wanted from her little girls and
Haney knew that Jennet knew exactly what that meant. Haney didn't
like to disappoint.


The first week had been a blur of moving them from the dump she
had been living in, and getting them settled back in the home
Jennet had grown up in. Haney started molesting his
granddaughters the first day of the second week they were in his
home. But tonight it was time for it to be in the open with
Jennet as a willing participant. Oh he had let Jennet watch
discreetly from the very start by keeping the door to his bedroom
open enough as he always did when Jennet and Trisha were kids. So
back then, their mother could watch.


When they were little girl's it had been his wife Lydia, Jennet
and Trisha's mother doing the lurking. But these past few days
there was only one lonely figure out there in the shadows and the
darkness, Jennet. The door to his bedroom was always left open
just enough if he wanted someone to see. So she lurked in the
darkness of the hallway outside his bedroom and watched as he
began training them. He knew she would be out there; quiet and
skulking like a peeping tom so she could see what he was doing to
her daughters. Haney knew because he had turned both his
daughters into well trained voyeurs. In doing so he also knew
that Jennet would be fondling herself, masturbating as she
watched him, just as she had done when they were younger and it
was Trisha being molested.


It was something both girls had been taught to do from the very
start when both had been younger. Oh there was no lurking back in
those days, no, as a girl Jennet always enjoyed watching him and
his friends using her little sister Trish. Jennet used to love to
masturbate, having orgasm after orgasm as she watched them until
it was her turn to fuck and suck with everyone. And Trish's turn
to watch and play with her pussy. They had both been taught the
same way. Trish loved to sit and watch and masturbate as much as
her sister did. While her daddy and his friends laid into her
older sister as she looked on in pleasure.


It had only been three wonderfully perverted days and nights ago,
that his oldest granddaughter's sexual journey had begun. He had
just finished moving them in the previous weekend, knowing the
first week would be hectic he had planned to settle them in
first, before he started with his oldest granddaughter, sexy
little 8 years-old Karee. He had sat on the same wingback chair
Jennet was sitting in tonight, with Karee standing in front of
him as he explained the rules to her, rules she would learn well
and follow for the many years to come.


So tonight in his bedroom he smiled and looked at Jennet sitting
naked in his chair as he French kissed the girls one at a time
and then all three of them kissing together. He thought back to
that first time with Karee, the beginning of the week, on Monday.