My Maddie

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.

"No, Brittany has to do some family thing, and Lauren is hanging out with her boyfriend, again," Maddie sighed in frustration as she poured her cereal into the bowl.

"So Brittany has Tommy, Lauren has a boyfriend. Any boys on your radar?"

I didn't usually pry into my daughter's personal life. Anne and I had raised her to be strong, and she had a good head on her shoulders. I trusted her, and she never did anything to make me doubt that trust. If she had something to share, I knew she would. But this particular day I was feeling frisky.

"Eh," she said. "Boys my age are stupid."

"I couldn't agree more," I said with a little chuckle.

"Did you talk to Mom this morning?" she asked, obviously changing the subject.

"Yes I did, and she's..."

"I know, stuck," Maddie said, some frustration obvious in her voice.

"I know it sucks, Princess but you..."

"Have to do what you have to do to get the job done," Maddie said, repeating the mantra I've been telling her since she was a very little girl.

"Right," I said, confidently.

"Is it okay if I eat breakfast in my room?" she asked, as she starred down at the cereal she had just poured herself.

"Sure," I said. "You're a big girl now you don't need to ask my permission for stuff like that."

"Ok," Maddie said quietly as she collected her bowl and headed upstairs.

I went about the rest of my day, venturing out of the house for a couple of hours to run some typical weekend errands. I called Maddie on my way home to see if she needed anything but just got her voicemail. That wasn't unusual for someone who looked at their phone so much she sure didn't answer it very often.

When I returned home it was late afternoon and it appeared as though Maddie was still in her room. I put the things I had bought away and then headed upstairs to check on Maddie. She had seemed a little depressed that morning about Anne not being able to come home as planned and I wanted to make sure she wasn't too upset by it.

The door to Maddie's room was closed, it was always closed. I knocked lightly on the door, no response. I knocked a little harder, still nothing. Feeling somewhat concerned that something was wrong, I opened the door just a crack as to avoid any embarrassment incase she had just gotten out of the shower or was getting dressed. As soon as the door cracked open I heard very distinct moaning. The type of moaning that only means one thing. Maddie was being pleasured, either by herself or someone else.

This is where some father's would probably shut the door, and duck down the hall with their tail between their legs praying that they hadn't been noticed. Other father's might take a quick peek to make sure their "little girl" isn't being violated by some rotten teenage punk. But it would be a protective peek, nothing sexually charged about it.

For me there was nothing protective in what I did next. It was completely sexually charged. That morning I had, in my mind, sexualized my daughter for the first time and it was in that moment standing just outside her door, hearing her soft moans that I knew there was no going back.

As quietly as I could I peeked around the slightly ajar door and peered into the room. The site in front of me was something I will never forget. Maddie was laying on her bed, on top of the covers. The shorts she had been wearing that morning were gone. Her legs were spread open, she was wearing nothing but little white panties with pink hearts on them. Her right hand was inside of her panties, as she clearly fingered herself. My eyes scanned the scene in front of me, not wanting to miss any detail. I searched further up her body, seeing the blue tank top was also gone, her two large, supple breasts on full display pointed straight up at the ceiling, her left hand dutifully playing with her left nipple. Her neck was arched as her head was thrown back over one of her pillows.

To say that I was turned on by the scene in front of me would be a gross understatement. I was in pretty good shape for my age, and could still get hard with the best of them. But seeing my 18 year old daughter in nothing but her panties, masturbating, gave me a type of erection I hadn't had in years. I felt as though I could have came without ever touching myself. I wasn't scared of being caught I was too turned on to fear consequences.

Soon, Maddie began to move her hips slowly, sensually, as though she was making love to an invisible cock. Her legs splayed out even further, and I could see the bulge created in her panties by her fingers moving in and out as she fingered herself. I scanned her body again, her neck was strained now has she tilted her head even further back, the fingers of her left hand grabbing and twisting her engorged nipple. She began to buck her hips, her toes curled, her moans got louder.

"Ahhh, I'm cumming, Daddyyyy!!!" she panted.

I can't say for sure what happened immediately after that. My brain seemed to stop processing for a moment. Could it be? Could Maddie be wanting me, as much as I want her? Was the only thing that my brain could think.

"Oh shit!" I heard suddenly, my mind snapping back to attention. Maddie had sat up, and we were looking directly at each other. "Dad! How long were you...DId you hear...Were you watching me?" her voice sounded more embarrassed than angry. She was desperately trying to cover her breasts by folding her arms over them, and even from the doorway I could see her face turning a dark shade of red.

"Um..I just...I'm..." I didn't know what to say. I had been caught read handed. I could have lied, and tried to pretend that I had only opened the door in that very second. But I had just heard my daughter crying out for me as she orgasmed. My cock saw opportunity, where my brain saw trouble. And as what would happen to most guys, my cock won the tug of war. "I just got home, I was just coming to check on you," I finally sputtered out.

"But were you watching me?" she asked again. This time I couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or angry.

"I was just surprised," I said, quickly. "Why did you say Daddy?" now it was her turn to struggle with an explanation.

"I...um...I just...I'm."

"It's okay," I ventured. "You can tell me. What were you thinking about?"

"Can I tell you after I put on clothes?" Maddie asked.

"Sweetie, I just saw almost everything there is to see. And I loved it," I was being bold, and it could have backfired. But I was banking on my intuition being right. If Maddie hadn't been picturing me she would have been angrier than an Evangelical at a Pride parade. But there was no screaming, nothing thrown in my direction. There was awkwardness, there was embarrassment maybe even a little shame. Which there wouldn't have been if she hadn't been caught having a fantasy about me! "It's okay if you were thinking about me."

"No, it's really not," Maddie said, tears coming to her eyes. "It's wrong! But I can't..." she stopped herself.

"You can't what?" I asked as I took an even larger gamble and fully stepped into her room.

"Sometimes, it's just better if I picture something I shouldn't," she said. "And I know I really shouldn't be thinking about you when I do that. But it's...It makes me..."

"The orgasm is insanely better?" I asked, as I sat down on the end of her bed. I was going all in by this point.

"Yeah," she said, giving the weakest of smiles. "How did you know?"

"Let's just say I recently found that out myself," I said, hoping she would connect the dots.

"You've thought of me?"

"Only recently," I said quickly as though it was okay to fantasize about my daughter now because she was 18. "You're beautiful, Sweetheart. And with your Mom gone for a while I get lonely and horny and well I'm human."

"You think I'm beautiful?" Maddie asked, her arms wrapping tighter around her breasts.

"Are you kidding? You're gorgeous," I said with a chuckle.

Maddie smiled, an embarrassed smile. Her cheeks going red again at my compliment. With a deep breath I inched closer to where she sat in the middle of the bed, Indian style. I had hit the point of no return. I wanted my daughter, I wanted her body, I needed to feel her, and I was going to take her.

"Maddie, look at me," I said softly as I put a hand on her bent knee. "You are one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen," I said as I used my free hand to brush her thick black hair back and away from her face. She looked at me, her blue eyes peering into my soul, searching me. I knew she was conflicted, if I hadn't just seen what I did I would have been conflicted too. But there was no way, after seeing my daughter make herself cum, and cry out for me as she did it that I was going to pass up that kind of opportunity. "And maybe a lot of people would think that the two of us, doing anything sexual together would be would be horribly wrong. But how much pleasure did thinking about it just give you?"

"A lot," she replied her eyes getting big and a sheepish grin coming to her face.

"It gave me a lot too," I said. "So, this is the way I think of it. When I thought it was just me wanting this, I would have never acted on it. But now that I know you want it too. Why deprive ourselves of the chance of something really special?"

"What are you saying, Daddy?" she bit her lip, she was choosing to say Daddy on purpose.

"I'm saying I want to make love to my sweet baby girl," I said after taking a long deep breath. "I want to touch you, and kiss you and explore..."