I stare at the empty plate on the kitchen counter, fork still resting on its edge like someone might pick it up any second. But no one will. It’s just me here. Again.
Maddie’s out with her mates. Probably at some pub, laughing too loud, taking selfies, living the life an 18-year-old should. I should be happy about that. I am happy about that. But, Christ, this house feels too quiet without her.
I scrub a hand over my face, feeling the roughness of stubble I should’ve shaved this morning. Another day gone. Another evening sat in this kitchen, nursing a drink I don’t even enjoy, staring at walls that haven’t changed in years.
Ever since her mum left, it’s been me and Maddie against the world. But now? Now she’s got her own life, and I’m just… stuck.
The front door slams open, breaking the silence.
“Dad?” Maddie’s voice carries through the hall, followed by the sound of her heels clicking on the tiles.
I glance at the clock. Half-ten. Not too late.
“In here,” I call back, straightening in my chair.
She steps into the kitchen, cheeks flushed, hair tousled like she’s been caught in the wind. She’s wearing short skirt and one of those tiny tops she likes—barely more than a scrap of fabric over her shoulders. I don’t get kids’ fashion these days. But she looks happy. That’s what matters.
She flops into the chair across from me, tossing her bag onto the table. “You look like you’re thinking too hard.”
I snort, taking a sip of my drink. “That’s because I am thinking too hard.”
Maddie rolls her eyes. “About what?”
I don’t answer straight away. I don’t want to weigh her down with all the crap in my head. The loneliness. The fact that I don’t remember who I am outside of ‘dad’. The fear that when she finally moves out, I’ll be completely alone.
So, instead, I shrug. “Nothing important.”
She studies me for a second, then sighs. “Dad… You do know you’re allowed to have a life, right? Like, outside of me?”
I raise a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” she leans forward, hands clasped together, “you should get out more. Go on a date. Talk to someone other than me. Jesus, I’m 18, I shouldn’t be your entire social life.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Dating at my age? Maddie, no one wants a middle-aged bloke with back pain and a bald spot.”
She gasps dramatically. “First of all, you do not have a bald spot. Second, loads of women love older men. Like, you’re the ideal ‘silver fox’ age. You are also fit dad, my friends always talk about you.”
I nearly choke on my drink. “Christ, silver fox? Where do you even learn this stuff? and fit, your just trying to be nice honey.”
Maddie grins, leaning back in her chair. “I’m not just being nice. I’m being honest.” She flicks her hair over one shoulder, watching me with that knowing look she gets when she thinks she’s right about something.
I shake my head, chuckling under my breath. “Your mates are taking the piss.”
“They’re not,” she insists. “I mean, yeah, some of them definitely have a weird older-man thing, but mostly they just think you look good for your age.”
“For my age,” I repeat, rolling my eyes. “Thanks for that.”
Maddie smirks. “Oh, come on, Dad. You’re 51, not 81. You still go to the gym, you’ve got that, like… rugged, grumpy-man look going on. Apparently, that’s hot now.”
I rub my hand over my face again. “I think you’ve been spending too much time on TikTok.”
She laughs. “Maybe. But I do think you should try putting yourself out there. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Besides you need to loosen up, do you want a massage.”
I give her a look. “A massage? What, are you a qualified physio now?”
Maddie grins, wiggling her fingers. “I give a mean shoulder rub. Besides, you always complain about your back. Take off your top and lay on your stomach on the couch, dad trust me.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, amused by her cheekiness, but concede with a chuckle. “Alright, alright, if it’s a massage you’re offering, I suppose I can’t refuse.” I stand up, pulling my t-shirt over my head as I move to the living room, feeling the cool air prickle against my skin. Laying down on the sofa, I glance back at her, a hint of a smile on my lips. “Make sure you put your heart into it, yeah?”
Maddie gives me a playful wink, rolling up her sleeves as she steps behind me on the couch. Her fingers press into my shoulders, and the tension eases as she begins to knead the knots away. “You’re too tense, Dad. Don’t you dare fall asleep.”
“Not a chance,” I murmur, feeling her hands work their magic, my muscles loosening under her touch. She’s right; it’s been too long since someone’s cared for me like this.
The silence between us isn’t awkward, but comfortable, filled with the sounds of her hands working against my skin and my occasional grateful hums. Until…
Maddie’s fingers pause momentarily, her breath warm against my ear as she leans in close. “What if I told you, there’s more than massages on the menu?”
The words catch me off-guard. I turn my head slightly, meeting her gaze over my shoulder, a jolt of electricity running through me at the mischief in her eyes. “Maddie, love, what are you on about?”
Maddie’s lips curl into a devilish smile, her eyes sparkling with a suggestion that shouldn’t be there. “I’ve heard older men know their way around…other kinds of tension too. Just saying, Dad. If you ever need more than a massage…” She lets her voice trail off, her fingers sliding down past my shoulders, tracing the line of my spine with deliberate intent.
I freeze at her touch, the air in the room suddenly thick and heavy with implication. “Maddie, don’t be daft,” I say half-heartedly, yet there’s a part of me—deep down—ignoring the warning bells, intrigued by her boldness. She’s never spoken this way before, and the fatherly instinct to put a stop to it wars with a primal, buried urge.
“When is the last time, well you know let off some steam,” she whispers teasingly, her fingers dancing along the waistband of my trousers.
“Madison…” I start, turning fully to face her, my voice low, a warning and a plea as I now lay on my back as she’s sat on me.
Maddie holds my gaze, unflinching. “When’s the last time you let go, Dad? Truly let go?” Her voice is low, a sultry challenge as she settles her weight on top my thighs, her legs straddling me with a confidence that sends a shiver down my spine. The proximity, the warmth of her body, it’s all too much and yet, not enough.
“Maddie, you’re playing with fire here,” I growl, voice rough with an emotion I dare not name, my hands hovering uncertainly at my sides, her youthful form pressed against me, the fabric of her skirt riding up to expose more of her smooth thighs. “This… this isn’t right, love.”
Her eyes are dark with mischief, yet there’s an unmistakable longing in her gaze that mirrors something buried deep within me.
“Right or not, Dad, you’re lonely. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it in this big empty house. And I’m here…” She leans closer, her breath hot against my neck. “I’m here to fix that.” I swallow hard as she peeled off her tight top, knowing I should push her away.
“Dad…” she whispers, her lips brushing the shell of my ear, “you’ve always been there for me. Let me be there for you now. I am going to take off my bra, stop me if you like.” Her hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra.
Her bra falls from her body and she as a decent size and my cock gets hard right away. No I shouldn’t be hard over her, I can’t I shouldn’t but oh they are so beautiful.
I grip the sofa’s edge, the leather cold beneath my fingertips, as I watch Maddie’s bra slip away, revealing the tempting swell of her breasts. Jesus, she’s stunning.
“Maddie, this is madness,” I rasp, my voice barely above a whisper, torn between desire and shame, my throat tightening. But she’s 18, an adult—a fact I force myself to remember, though the father in me screams to stop this before it starts.
“Then let’s go mad together,” she purrs, bringing her arms in, squashing those perfect tits together, the sight of her cleavage making my heart pound against my chest. Her eyes dare me to make the next move, and despite every fibre of my being screaming to resist, I can’t tear my gaze away.
She leans down, her breasts brushing against my chest, and I suck in a sharp breath, “You’re a dirty little minx, aren’t you?” The words escape, rough and low, betraying my struggle.
Her giggle is a needy moan, “I’m your dirty little minx, Dad. I feel you underneath me.” She grinds her hips against me, and I feel her heat, the cotton of her knickers pressing against my now solid cock, straining against my trousers.
“Maddie, love, we can’t,” I say, though my hands betray my words, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. “This is… you’re my daughter, for Christ’s sake.”
“Then stop me,” she lifted up a little and pulled up her skirt and shifted her knickers to the side. Her pussy was clean shaven. Her other hand made for my zipper and slid it down slowly as she put her hand in and took out my solid cock. “You know where this is going.”
grip her wrist, firm but not pushing her away, a conflict raging in my chest. “Maddie, we’re crossing a line here—” Her hand wraps around my cock, the touch electric, and I can’t help but groan out loud. “So you keep saying, so why aren’t you stopping me, Dad,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction, the sound of her knickers sliding aside an obscene whisper in the room. “You’re already hard as a bloody rock.”
I grit my teeth, feeling a surge of guilt and lust battling within as her nimble fingers stroke me. “Maddie, love, this is—”
“Wrong?” she cuts me off, sliding her pussy along my cock’s length, the heat of her bare slit nudging against my tip. And then, she fully sits down on it as my cock slides inside and up her cunt.
“Maddie, bloody hell!” I manage through clenched teeth, the words torn from me. She starts rocking back and forth and twerking her ass as my cock slides in and out her twat.
“Fuck, Maddie…” I groan, my hands now gripping her hips, not to remove her but to steady myself against the overwhelming sensation. She’s so wet, so ready, and the fact that it’s my daughter taking me like this…it’s wrong, it’s taboo, and yet my body responds with an explosiveness I haven’t felt in years.
Maddie leans down, her breasts flush against my chest, her breath hot against my face. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice dripping with filthy promise, “You’re so big inside me.” She begins to ride me, her movements deliberate, slow at first, each grind of her hips a sweet torture.
“God, Maddie,” I gasp, the forbidden pleasure mounting as she picks up the pace, her moans mingling with my low, rough grunts. I can’t help but watch, mesmerized, as her tits bounce with each hard, deep thrust.
“You feel so bloody good,” she pants, leaning back to give me a view of her, of us, connected in the most intimate way.
“Ungh, harder… yes, give me that dick,” she demands, her nails raking down my chest as she takes me deeper still, her fanny clenching around my cock like a vice. The room fills with the obscene sounds of our shagging, the slapping of skin, the desperate, filthy noises escaping her lips.
I obey, pumping into her with a fervour I didn’t know I possessed, my hips meeting hers in a rhythm that’s both wrong and right, each thrust sending shockwaves through us.
“Ahhh faster yes… umm, my fucking pussy, fuck it harder,” she cries, and my mind blanks to everything but the feel of her fanny milking my cock. The sofa creaks beneath us, a witness to our depravity, as I pound her, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips, guiding her, urging her on.
Her head is thrown back, a sudden scream tearing from her throat, “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh Mmm…”
“Harder… yes, Maddie, take it,” I growl, feeling the coil of pleasure tightening, my balls drawing up as she rides me like she’s possessed. Her tits sway with the motion, her whole body moving in sync with mine, and I’m lost, utterly consumed by her.
Maddie’s eyes lock onto mine, wild with want and need, as she rides the crest of pleasure, her inner walls pulsing around my throbbing length.
“Oh fuck, Dad, yes like that!” she exclaims, her voice a desperate, dirty cry as she’s slamming her pussy up and down hard.
Maddie’s movements become erratic, her breaths sharp pants that spur me on, her wet pussy gripping me tighter, rippling around my cock with a fervour that’s taking me to the edge.
“Umm, don’t stop… yes, there… ohhh,” she gasps as her big tits bounced, her nails biting into my shoulders, her eyes wild with abandon, her body a vision of pure lust as she takes every inch of me.
I grip her hips harder, feeling the tremors of her impending orgasm, the sheer wrongness of this so wickedly entwined with the rightness of physical release. “That’s it, love… let go…” I urge, my voice a guttural command.
She meets my gaze, her eyes glazed over with ecstasy, “Ahhh, Daddy…I’m so close!” Her body convulses, her fanny squeezing my cock in a vice grip, milking me with each pulse of her climax.
I can’t hold back, the sight of her, the feel of her, it’s too much. “Maddie!” I roar, my own release exploding within her, hot and relentless, filling her as she cries out, her body shuddering above mine. “Fuck, you’re incredible!”
The room echoes with our combined cries, our heavy breaths, the squelch of our union, as I empty myself deep inside her. It’s intense, raw, and a part of me recognizes this is a line we’ve irrevocably crossed, yet in the moment, it’s the only place I want to be.
As we come down from our mutual peak, Maddie collapses against my chest, her heart racing, skin slick with sweat. My arms wrap instinctively around her, holding her close, a mix of guilt and satisfaction swirling. Her tits pressed against my chest as my cock started to soften inside of her.
“You feel better now dad,” she said as she stroked my cheek.
I lay there, breathing heavily, the weight of what we’ve just done crushing down on me with the force of a freight train. Yet beneath the guilt, there’s an undeniable sense of relief, a tension finally released.
“Maddie,” I exhale, my voice ragged, “what the bloody hell have we done?”
“It’s just sex, and didn’t see you complaining or stopping it,” she said as she climbed off me as my dick slapped against me as spunk poured out of her.
“Just sex?” I was speechless.
“Relax dad, your a guy. You got some free pussy and I am on the pill,” she said as she sat back down on the couch.
“Maddie, love, it can’t ever be ‘just sex’ with you. Not like this.”
She turns to me, a smirk playing on her lips that’s both alluring and unnerving. “Dad, you needed this. Also, can’t just blame me, you didn’t stop I saw your face as you was pumping it into me harder.”
I catch her gaze, searching for any sign of regret, but there’s a defiant spark in her eyes that both unsettles and enthrals me. “Maddie, love, this isn’t just about need. This… this is you. My daughter.”
She leans in, her breath mingling with mine, inches from a kiss I shouldn’t crave. “I know who I am, Dad. And I chose this. I chose you. “Her lips tease the edge of mine, a whisper away. “Or do you regret it?”
“No,” I confess, the word escaping before I can censor it, my heart pounding in my chest. “But we can’t do this again. It’s too much.” Maddie’s smirk softens, a hint of sadness flickering across her face.
“Then let’s just call this… a one-time cure for loneliness,” she says, standing up gracefully, her skirt falling back into place as she gathers her discarded bra and top. The sight of her, half-dressed, walking away from me, leaves me feeling hollow, yet strangely comforted.