People look at me and think there's a guy that has his shit together. A big house, a luxury sedan in the garage, a hot wife. I have all of those things thanks to a successful career in finance. And up until recently I, too, thought I had my shit together.
Having just turned 50 I was exactly where I wanted to be in life. Money was no longer a worry like it had been for so long. My "hot" wife and I were still together and strong after nearly 30 of marriage. We had two kids who had both grown into fine young adults. Our son, Tyler following in my footsteps and pursuing his degree in Finance from one of the best business schools in the country. Our youngest, Madelyn, we call her Maddie, is finishing her freshman year of college and hoping to become a nurse.
As for most people, the last year or so has been rough for both myself and my family. The pandemic, and the lockdown it caused wreaked havoc on the balance we had in our lives. And it was during lockdown that my troubles truly started.
In March of 2020, my wife, Anne who is a successful business woman in her own right, was in London for work. She was attempting to close a deal with a client there that she had been working on for over a year. Tyler was away at school, and Maddie who had just turned 18 the month prior was heading down the final stretch of her Senior year of high school.
It wasn't a new thing for it to just be Maddie and me at home for stretches of time, and it had never been a problem. But this particular time, right on the cusp of the pandemic and lockdown things got interesting.
Ever since I was young I have had a thing for college aged girls. Which was fine, especially when I was in college myself. But as I aged my taste stayed the same, and I very quickly found myself encroaching on dirty old man territory. It was never really a problem though. I would, maybe take a second glance if I saw a pretty young woman on the street or in the mall. But who doesn't? I never acted on anything and had always remained faithful to Anne.
It only started to become a problem when Maddie hit that sweet spot age. I had never really thought about it, before. She was my daughter, my flesh and blood so I just kind of assumed me predilection for 18-22 year olds would just kind of skip her. I was very wrong.
Maddie, had always been cute and I'm not just saying that because I'm her father. But as she got older the cuteness turned to beauty. She only stood about 5'5, and maybe she was a little, what some people would call thick, around her middle but she carried it well. She had been letting her thick black hair grow out for most of her senior year of high school so by March it was down to her mid back. Her wavy hair perfectly framed her still innocent face with her freckled nose and cheeks.
It was the first Friday night of March when I first noticed something different. I had just gotten home from work, and was looking forward to unwinding with a nice glass of Scotch in my favorite chair, after a long week. When I got into the house, I found Maddie in the kitchen totally lost in something on her phone as she stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open.
"Is it too hot in here for you?" I asked, jokingly as I passed her by on my way to where we keep the liquor.
"Wha? Oh, sorry," she said, softly as she barely escaped the trance transmitted by the phone long enough to shut the door to the refrigerator.
"Interesting article?" I asked, already knowing that whatever she had been looking at was nothing of much value.
"Tommy's such a jerk," she said in a huff. "He asked Amber to Prom last week, and today he dumped her because Brittany said she would go with him."
I know a lot of parents complain about having to pry information about their teenagers lives out of them. I've heard from others how they have to battle with their teens just to get the slightest sliver of news from them. I have never had that problem with Maddie. She has always been an open book, ready to prattle off the latest goings on even when nobody asked.
"Who's Tommy? And are you even friends with an Amber?"
"Tommy is the quarterback of the football team, and no, I'm friends with Brittany. She's in my Calculus class and we study together sometimes."
"So you're mad because your friend gets to go to prom with the quarterback instead of some girl you don't know?"
"Well yeah, you don't treat people like that..."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Maddie had always had a strong moral compass and the older she got the more it showed.
"You're a good girl, Maddie. Don't let the world change that," I advised as I poured myself a much needed glass of my favorite Scotch.
"I won't, Daddy," Maddy said, before turning to go back to her room.
It was then, that I sensed the first hint of trouble waft across my cock. Maddie hardly called me Daddy anymore. Usually I was just Dad, but occasionally she would slip. Normally I just found it cute, even comforting. I would take it as a sign that I wasn't completely losing my baby girl. But that night in the kitchen hearing her sweet, now more mature sounding voice, climb a register to call me Daddy. There was something innocently lewd about it (if that can even be a thing), and how much it turned me on, surprised me.
I tried not to think too much of it. Anne had been gone for almost three weeks by that point. I was horny, and lonely, anything would have gotten me aroused. Right?
The night progressed as usual, Maddie hanging out in her room doing God knows what, while I lost myself in an old movie on television while nursing my drink before finally turning in for the night.
The next morning I awoke to my cell phone ringing. It was Anne, and she wasn't happy.
"What do you mean another two weeks?" I asked, after she had explained her situation. "I thought you were supposed to be done on Wednesday?"
"I thought so too. But Bradshaw is being so stubborn," Anne replied, anger evident in her usually calm voice. "He said we can't leave until the deal is finalized, and the Peterson's seem to be having fun making a circus out of the process."
"Well I guess you have to do what you have to do," I said, resolutely. "I miss you babe, but you'll be back before we know it."
"I miss you too hun," she said sadly. "But when I get back please have..."
"The biggest bottle of White Wine known to man chilled for you."
"You know me like a book," Anne said.
"Call me tomorrow?"
"Always."
Damn, I missed her. If I knew then what those two extra weeks would have meant I would have gotten on a plane and been in London with her the next morning. But that's hindsight for you.
After the phone call I couldn't go back to sleep. I looked at the time and sighed as I saw it was only 7:00AM. I hated that I couldn't sleep in, even on my days off. I knew Maddie wouldn't be up for hours, lucky her with her ability to sleep late into the morning. The realization that Anne being away for two additional weeks meant no sex for that long soon dawned on me. I sighed again, and I swore that my cock gave a sad twitch in my boxers.
My mind quickly drifted to thoughts of sex. The blowjob Anne had given me the night before she left. The blonde 20 something barista at Starbucks, with the cute little ass and perky tits. Before long, my hand wandered down to my cock, and I began idly stroking it. I began to picture that barista, Tiffany, I think her name is, naked sprawled out on the bed in front of me. I bet her pussy feels wonderful!
My cock rose to full mast, as I pictured what I would do to the young, lithe body given the chance. Soon, I was so sexually worked up that random pictures started running through my mind. Like one of those horrible compilation porn videos you see on free sites. Visions of Tiffany sucking my cock soon turned to memories of Anne in college. How her hour glass figure had looked when I would fuck her doggy style. The feel of her taught white ass cheeks in my hands as I wildly fucked her drenched pussy.
Without warning, visions of Maddie flashed through my head. Her innocent freckled face, and long dark hair that reminded me so much of Anne's when she was that age. The way her breasts filled out the tight tank tops she loved to wear so much. They always looked so firm and supple. I should have released my cock right then. I should shaken those pictures out of my disgusting mind. But they were turning me on so much. I felt my cock twitching, I couldn't help but just roll with it.
"Oh baby," I whispered softly in the empty room.
I pictured Maddie topless, standing in front of me. The pair of tight jean shorts she had on the night before, hugging her hips and ass. I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands down her sides, and free her from the tight confines of those shorts. I remembered the way she had called me Daddy the night before. I imagined her repeating that word as I teased her skin with my fingertips and lips.
That was all it took. I came fast and I came hard, the entire time picturing my 18 year old daughter naked, calling me Daddy. My body shuddered, and eyes clinched tight as one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had over took me.
But just as quickly as it had started the sexual high passed. And I was left with knowledge that visions of my daughter had just brought me such sexual pleasure that I could have passed out.
I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. Thinking of Maddie in that way had always been off limits. But there was something about it that made me feel more alive. And besides, nothing actually happened, it was all in my head. Nobody besides me would ever even know.
I went about the rest of that day like nothing had happened. When Maddie came downstairs for breakfast about 11, she gave me the usual morning peck on my cheek as I sat at the kitchen table paying bills on my tablet.
"Good morning, princess," I said, as I looked up at her. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine," she said, casually as she got a cereal bowl out from the cabinet.
I looked at her for a moment. She was wearing one of those spaghetti strapped tank tops again. This time it was a light blue, and ended just under her large breasts, leaving her stomach and lower back totally exposed. Her black shorts hugged her supple ass, and were short enough to show off her long, smooth legs. She really was quite sexy.
"Have any plans for today?" I asked, trying to keep a conversation going.
