Is the game on TV? Total snooze-fest. Honestly, who even cared about some dudes chucking a ball around? My phone buzzed, and I glanced down. “Jenny. Upstairs.” Seriously? Texting me? The lazy kid couldn’t just yell? Teenagers, right? You know how they are. Always glued to their screens.
I unlocked the damn thing, and BAM! My eyes went wide. Like, cartoon wide. Holy hell. It was a picture. Of Jenny. My Jenny. Lying on her bed upstairs. But… not like I’d ever seen her before. Naked. Completely, utterly, stark raving naked. Are you freakin’ kidding me?
She was kinda propped up on her elbows, her hair all messy like she’d just been playing around, and her legs… damn. Her legs were spread. Wide open. Like she was offering up everything. Inviting? Jesus Christ. You could see everything. Her pussy, all shaved smooth, was right there, smack-bang in the centre of the shot. Pink and glistening, those soft, delicate lips just barely parted. Like some kind of soft, pink flower just starting to bloom. And the way she was angled, you could even see a hint of wetness. Christ almighty. Was that… was she already wet?
And her boobs? They weren’t huge, no, not like some porn star or anything. But they were perfect. Absolutely perfect for her. Round and full, sitting high and perky on her chest. And those nipples? Sweet little things, tight and hard even in the photo. God, they looked like they were just begging to be tasted, each one tipped with a rosy areola. Her skin was smooth and creamy, catching the light just right. She looked… delicious. You know? Like something you knew you shouldn’t even look at, let alone touch, but you just desperately craved it anyway. Like the ultimate forbidden fruit.
And then the message finally registered. It hit me like a shot of pure adrenaline straight to the nuts. “I miss you, Dan, so fucking horny as soon as you get back from Spain I need you to drill my pussy hard. I am fingering my pussy thinking of you.”
Fuck. My dick went instantly rock hard in my sweats. Unbelievable. Could anyone unsee something like that? No freakin’ way. That was my daughter. My daughter. And I was getting hard looking at her naked body? This was so wrong. Seriously, morally wrong. But… damn, if I was being honest, it was undeniably hot too. Like a punch to the gut and a shot of whiskey all at once.
Maybe it was because Sarah, her mother, hadn’t been interested in sex for ages. Work, stress, whatever. Excuses. It had been dryer than the Sahara around here for what felt like forever. But no, no excuses. This was Jenny. My princess. Sure, she was eighteen now, technically an adult, but still… this was meant for her boyfriend, Dan. Not for me to see. Not for her dad’s eyes.
My hands were actually shaking as I typed back. “This isn’t Dan, Jenny. It’s your dad.” Shit, that felt awkward as hell to even write. Like confessing some dirty secret.
The little dots appeared, then disappeared. Then, finally, a message popped up.
“OMG DAD I AM SO SORRY WRONG PERSON!!!! GOD SO EMBARRASSED.”
Embarrassed? You’re telling me! My heart was still pounding in my chest like a drum solo. I texted back, trying to play it cool, like this was just some minor mishap. “Well you certainly are grown up, you nearly gave your old dad a heart attack.”
Another buzz. “Dad, I’m so embarrassed. Please don’t think differently of me.”
Think differently? How the hell could I not think differently? That image was burned into my brain now, seared in there for all eternity. The genie was out of the bottle, and there was no stuffing it back in. Could things ever be the same after seeing that? Could I ever be the same?
“Jenny,” I typed, fingers still a little shaky, “it’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes. Just be more careful in the future, okay? I think I need a cold shower after that. You got your old man all flustered down here.” Flustered? Yeah, right. Being flustered was like saying a hurricane was a light breeze. Rock hard and completely messed up would be closer to the goddamn truth.
My phone buzzed again, “Dad I am so embarrassed. I can’t believe you have seen my awful tits and you know what. I wanna die.”
Awful tits? Seriously? Did she really think they were awful? Not for a second did that thought cross my mind. But I couldn’t exactly say that, could I? This whole situation was a goddamn minefield. One wrong word and… well, I didn’t even know what. Nuclear family meltdown?
“They’re not awful, Jenny, so what if there not big, liked them,” I typed, then quickly deleted it. Too much. Way too personal. What the hell was I even doing? Was I losing my mind?
Silence. The little dots teased me again, appearing and disappearing like fireflies on a summer night. The game on TV? Might as well have been in Klingon for all I was paying attention. I couldn’t focus on anything except that picture. That perfect, forbidden picture.
Finally, the screen lit up. “Okay, Dad. Secret. But please, please don’t be weird about it. Oh and when you said a cold shower, did I turn you on? Tell me the truth.”
Did she really just ask that? Seriously? I stared at the message, re-reading it, trying to decipher the intent. Was she trying to make me feel even worse? Twist the knife? Or was it… something else? An awkward, teenage attempt at… what? Reassurance? Testing boundaries?
“Jenny,” I typed slowly, each word a tightrope walk over a pit of fire, “Honesty, maybe a little. I am a guy and well things between me and your mother lately as been rocky. To see a beautiful naked body, I feel so bad but I can’t help how my body reacts. Dont be mad sweetie.”
The dots danced again. This was insane. Utterly, completely insane. Was I actually having this conversation with my daughter? What kind of parent has this conversation? A screwed-up one, that’s who. A seriously screwed-up one.
Then, another message. “Rocky? Like, no sex rocky?”
I hit reply and typed, “Yes for over a year now. Not sure why I am telling you though lol.” Why was I telling her? Was I crazy?
“Oh wow, really?” she texted back almost instantly. “A year? Damn, Dad. That sucks. Are you still you know, hard.”
“I shouldn’t even be talking like this with you, but yes it is very hard and I have a lot of pent up tension.” I hit send before I could chicken out. What the hell was happening?
My phone buzzed again almost immediately. I braced myself. What could she possibly say next? This whole thing was spiralling out of control faster than I could even process it. Like a runaway train heading straight for a cliff.
“So…” the message read, “what are you gonna do about it?”
I started to reply, “What can I do about it, your moms at work and I am trying to watch the game. Hard to concentrate though after seeing that.”
The reply came back so fast it nearly knocked me off the couch. It was like she was waiting for me to answer, holding her breath.
“Well, I’m upstairs, and I’m not busy anymore. And I kinda feel bad about, you know, showing you… stuff.”
My hands trembled again as I wrote a reply, voice catching in my throat. “What are you saying here.” What in God’s name was she saying? And more importantly, what was I going to do about it?
The dots danced, mocking me. Was this some kind of twisted game? A test? Or was she actually… offering something? Something unspeakable? My mind was a goddamn battlefield. Right and wrong, lust and disgust, fighting tooth and nail for control.
“Just thinking,” she finally texted, the words hanging in the air like a loaded gun. “Maybe… maybe I could help. If you want.”
Help? Help with what? Relieving my… tension? The audacity! The sheer, unadulterated wrongness of it all! My heart hammered against my ribs. My breath came in short, shallow gasps.
“Jenny,” I typed, my fingers clumsy and unsure. “That’s… that’s not appropriate. It’s wrong. You know that, right?”
Another pause. The dots flickered, then vanished. Had I scared her off? Had I finally managed to inject some sanity into this insane situation?
Then, the message. “I know, Dad. But… Mom hasn’t been there for you. And you looked… sad. And I felt bad. So I thought…”
I couldn’t believe I was talking to her like this, was this sexting? “I don’t know honey, I mean your pussy looks good. Don’t show anyone this but can you handle this, [image attached hard cock].”
I attached the image before I could stop myself, and the response came immediately. “Wow big daddy, very very impressive. Wow, you’re making my cunt really wet.” OMG, this could not be real, my own daughter telling me that my cock was impressive, what the hell was going on here, was she trying to see how far she could push me.
My heart raced as I got my cock out to stop is straining against my jogging bottoms. I typed, “Do you think your pussy can handle your dad’s big cock honey. If you are really keen then get your ass downstairs. I am on the couch, with my cock out.” I pressed send.
5 minutes, no sign of her so I started jerking off. Then the living room door opened and she came and sat next to me. She was in a very short nightie. She straddled me and looked into my eyes, “Don’t worry Dad I don’t have knickers on.”
She pulled her nightie off and held my dick as she lowered herself down on my cock as she impaled herself. “Ahhh dad.”
“Ahhh dad.” Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as she settled fully onto me. My dick was buried deep inside her, and the feeling was… overwhelming. Wrong. But also… incredibly intense. She felt tight, so incredibly tight, and hot, unbelievably hot. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in slightly as she started to move, a slow, tentative rocking motion at first.
My mind was screaming. Stop. Stop now. This is insane. This is your daughter. But another part of me, a dark, hidden part I barely acknowledged existed until this moment, was roaring with a raw, primal pleasure. It had been so long. So incredibly long. And Jenny felt… good. God, she felt unbelievably good.
“Dad…” she breathed again, her voice a little shaky now, as she increased the tempo, her hips starting to grind against mine. Her eyes were locked on mine, wide and a little wild, pupils dilated. There was a strange mix of vulnerability and something else… boldness? Excitement? It was hard to read, lost in the haze of lust and shock that was clouding my brain.
Every instinct, every moral fibre in my body was screaming at me to stop. To pull her off, to end this madness right now before it went any further. But my body, betraying me in the most profound way imaginable, was responding. Responding fiercely. My hips started to move instinctively, meeting her rhythm, pushing back into her as she rode me.
“Oh god, Dad,” she moaned, louder this time, her head thrown back slightly, hair falling down her back. “It feels… it feels so good.”
Guilt twisted in my gut, a sickening lurch that threatened to overpower the burgeoning pleasure. How can you be doing this? My inner voice was a harsh condemnation. This is your daughter. You’re defiling her.
But then she shifted, leaning forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, her hot breath fanning my face. And that other voice, the dark, irresistible one, whispered, Don’t stop. Don’t stop now. You deserve this. You need this.
Her movements became more frantic, more demanding. She was riding me hard, pushing herself down onto me with each thrust, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I could feel the muscles clenching around my cock, milking me with every up-and-down stroke.
My hands, against my will it seemed, moved to her hips, gripping them tightly, guiding her, controlling the pace, deepening the penetration with each thrust. I was lost. Completely lost. The game on TV was forgotten, the world outside this living room, this couch, this moment, ceased to exist. There was only Jenny, her body moving against mine, the forbidden heat of her, the raw, shocking intimacy of it all.
“Faster, Dad,” she gasped, her voice tight with building tension. “Please… faster.”
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I slammed her down onto my cock with increasing force. The couch creaked and groaned beneath us, a lewd accompaniment to our illicit coupling. Jenny’s breasts bounced with each thrust, the rosy peaks of her nipples hard and inviting. I leaned forward, capturing one in my mouth, sucking hard, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried out, her hands fisting in my hair, holding me against her chest.”Suck my tits, Dad. Bite them. Make me yours.”
Her words, so crude, so utterly inappropriate, sent a surge of lust through me. I obliged, my teeth closing around her nipple, biting down gently before soothing the sting with my tongue. My other hand slid down her stomach, fingers seeking out the juncture of her thighs, the place where we were joined so intimately.
I found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and began to rub it in tight circles. Jenny’s hips jerked, her body tensing as pleasure coursed through her.”Oh fuck, Dad!” she moaned, her voice high and breathy. “Right there, don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I was lost in a haze of lust and forbidden desire, my daughter’s body writhing on top of me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice. I rubbed her clit harder, faster, feeling her start to tremble and shake.
“Come for me, Jenny,” I growled, my voice rough with need.”Come all over your dad’s cock.”
Her body arched, her back bowing as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She screamed a sound of pure ecstasy that echoed through the room.
Her scream of pleasure was music to my ears as her pussy clenched around my cock, pulsing and throbbing as she rode out her climax. I felt a surge of pride, knowing I had brought her to such heights of ecstasy. But my own need was growing urgent, my balls tightening as I neared my own release.
“Fuck, Jenny,” I groaned, my hips pistoning up into her, driving my cock deeper with each thrust. “You feel so good. So fucking tight.”
She was still trembling, her body sensitive from her orgasm, but she didn’t stop moving. If anything, she rode me harder, her hips slamming down onto mine with a force that shook the couch. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
I felt my climax building, a tight coil of tension in my lower belly that threatened to snap at any moment. Jenny’s pussy was gripping me like a velvet vice, her inner muscles fluttering and squeezing my cock with every thrust. I knew I was close, so close, but I wanted to make this last, to savour every second of this forbidden pleasure.
“Dad,” Jenny gasped, her voice ragged and breathless. “I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your hot cum filling me up.”
Her words pushed me over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and let go. My orgasm ripped through me, a wave of intense pleasure that stole my breath and made my vision blur. I came hard, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I emptied myself into my daughter’s welcoming pussy.
“Oh fuck. I really needed that,” I said as she climbed off me as cum dripped from her well-used pussy. She had well and truly drained my balls dry.
“You’re welcome Dad,” she said as she picked up her nightie off the floor and put it back on. “Mom doesn’t what she is missing out on.”
“Trust me, yours felt better than your mom’s,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I immediately regretted the words, hating the way they made me sound.
Jenny just laughed, a carefree sound that made my heart ache. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, before turning to leave the room.
I sat there, alone on the couch, as the gravity of what I had just done began to sink in. I had slept with my own daughter, an act so taboo and forbidden that it made my skin crawl just to think about it.
But even as I berated myself, a part of me couldn’t help but crave more. Jenny’s body had been so responsive, so eager and willing. She had felt incredible, better than I could ever remember feeling before.
I knew I should be disgusted with myself, but instead, I found myself fantasizing about our next encounter. Would it be as good as the first time? Or better?
I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts from my mind. This was wrong, so incredibly wrong. I needed to put a stop to this before it went any further.
But even as I made the decision, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was already too late. Had I already crossed a line that could never be uncrossed?
Only time will tell. But for now, I knew one thing for certain. I was in way over my head, and there was no going back.