Author’s Note: this story involves father-daughter incest. All characters are over the age of 18.
When my 18-year-old daughter Madison graduated from high school, she was determined to make her last summer before college as fun as possible. And, as a teenage girl, she loved sharing how much fun she was having on social media. Her social media feeds were full of pics of herself and her friends doing everything girls do – partying, shopping, going to movies, working out, and so on.
Madison was one of the most popular girls in school. She had blonde, shoulder-length hair, was 5’6″, and had a body that I couldn’t help notice attracted the stares of the boys in her school and even the male teachers. Naturally, she hung out with the other “hot girls” at the school, which, as a red-blooded American male, I certainly didn’t mind.
Madison’s best friend was an absolutely gorgeous, brown-haired girl named Kelly. Kelly’s father, Jim, and I had become close friends over the years as a result of Madison and Kelly’s friendship. Jim and I were both divorced single dads in our late thirties.
One day, early in the summer, while Madison was out shopping with her friends, I received a text from Jim:
Jim: You see Madison’s latest post?
Me: Nope, what is it?
Jim: Haha just check it out, I have a feeling you’ll like it
I pulled up Madison’s feed. Her most recent pic was of her, Kelly, and three of their girlfriends at the mall, crowded together for a selfie. They were all wearing tight-fitting clothes. From the angle the picture was taken, there was a pretty good view of Kelly and another girl’s cleavage, and one of the other girls had a bare midriff.
I felt a little weird talking to Jim about this, but I figured a little shared ogling wasn’t the end of the world. I texted him:
Jim: haha right?
Jim: the girl on the far right
Me: yeah, for sure, what a body
Jim: our daughters have such hot friends
Me: haha…so true
Me: and now that they’re all legal we don’t have to feel bad talking about them haha
Jim: lol true
Jim: I gotta say…
Me: haha, come on, what?
Jim: umm just
Jim: Madison’s really grown up a lot if you know what I mean
Me: come on dude
Jim: hahaha sorry man
Jim: forget I said anything
Me: lol whatever you pervert
Jim: hey, she’s not my daughter
Jim: and you have to realize she’s way hot
Me: she is a lovely young woman
Jim: haha exactly
Me: …just like Kelly
Jim: ok come on now
Me: lol you started it
Me: and her cleavage in that pic…damn
Jim: all right all right, that’s enough
Me: haha ok ok
We stopped texting. Unsurprisingly, I now had a raging hard-on. I went back to Madison’s pic of her and her friends. I hadn’t really looked at her closely before, but because of Jim’s comments, I took notice of the tight-fitting spaghetti strap top that Madison was wearing. I could definitely see why guys would find her attractive. My eyes scanned to the right to examine the other girls, as my hand reached into my shorts. I felt a little guilty jerking off to my daughter’s friends, but what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.
Over the next few days, Jim and I had more conversations about our daughters’ social media posts. We talked more and more explicitly about how hot their friends were and the things we’d like to do with them. We never got explicit about Madison or Kelly, but we did throw in occasional sly comments about each other’s daughters. To be honest, it was kind of hot knowing Jim got turned on by my daughter.
That weekend, Kelly invited Madison over to her place for a pool party. Jim had installed a pool in his backyard a couple years back, and his place had become a frequent gathering place for Kelly and Madison and their friends. Madison asked if it was okay for her to go over there, and I said of course, have fun. She said thanks, then ran lightly up the stairs to change into her swim suit.
When she came down, she was in a pair of denim short shorts and a red bikini top. The straps of a matching red thong arched slightly above her shorts. I was a little nervous about her walking around in public in such a skimpy outfit, but Kelly lived just down the street, so I decided it wasn’t a big deal.
“Bye, Daddy, love you,” she said as she opened the front door.
“Love you, too, have fun, sweetheart,” I said.
About a half hour later, my phone buzzed. It was Jim, he had sent me a pic. I opened my phone and, looking at the pic, said “Fuuck…” under my breath. Jim had perfectly framed the asses of five girls lying down next to the pool on their stomachs. I couldn’t see any of their heads, just a row of butts, all in red thongs. I texted him back:
Jim: I know, right?
Jim: I love being the dad with the pool
Me: haha i’m jealous
Me: are they all wearing the same thong?
Jim: lol yeah
Jim: I guess that’s what they were doing at the mall last week
Jim: they said they all wanted to match
Me: teenage girls are weird
Jim: lol for sure
Jim: etiler escort so…how would you rank them?
Me: haha…the girls in the pic?
Me: I would never objectify these young women in such a way
Jim: whatever dude, rank them
Me: lol ok
Me: 4, 3, 5, 1, 2
Jim: I knew that was gonna happen
Jim: you just ranked Madison first
Jim: and Kelly second
Me: I assumed you weren’t being a total dick and Madison wasn’t in the picture
Jim: sorry man
Me: seriously wtf
Jim: oh come on, it’s not a big deal
Jim: as far as you’re concerned, they were just a row of female butts
Jim: you had no way of knowing
Jim: I thought it would be funny
Me: such a jackass
Jim: haha yeah, sorry
Jim: but just being real, Madison obviously has the best ass
Jim: so perfectly round
Jim: sorry again
Jim: just speaking the truth
Jim: flattered you picked Kelly as number 2
Me: tbh I’m more interested in Kelly’s tits but her ass is pretty good too
Jim: I guess I deserve that
Me: haha exactly, fucker
I scrolled back up through the conversation to look at the picture again. My hard-on strained against my jeans. I had to admit, Jim wasn’t wrong about Madison’s butt – it was so round and tight. I looked across at all the girls – they all looked amazing. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling out my erection and beginning to stroke. I felt a little weird, but I made sure to look mainly at all the butts that weren’t my daughter’s. Sure, I couldn’t help but glance at Madison’s once in a while, but that wasn’t my focus.
As the days passed, I couldn’t help but start noticing Madison’s body more. Now that she had graduated high school, she seemed to want to start wearing more adult, more revealing outfits. She regularly lazed around the house in a pair of tight-fitting athletic shorts and a tank top. I tried not to think about what Jim would say about her body.
One day, she skipped downstairs and grabbed my car keys off the table. “Daddy, I wanna go work out, do you mind if I take the car to the gym?”
I looked at her. She was wearing skin-tight pink gym shorts and a white sports bra. The sports bra had a zipper down the front that was halfway unzipped, revealing a good amount of her squeezed together, B-cup breasts. “Um…” I said. “I don’t mind you taking the car, but don’t you think you’re dressed a little inappropriately?”
She looked down at herself. “Oh, Daddy, I’m an adult now, and lots of women dress like this at the gym.”
I sighed. I didn’t really feel like getting into an argument, and it was true she was an adult now. “Okay, I guess,” I said.
“Thanks, Daddy!” she said.
I watched as she slipped her feet into her sneakers and decided I needed a second opinion. I picked up my phone and acted like I was looking at Twitter or something, but really I was opening the camera and carefully positioning the phone to snap a pic of Madison. She had a hand on the front door, leaning against it as she slipped her foot into a sneaker. Thankfully, she didn’t notice what I was doing.
After she left, I texted Jim:
Me: so I need some parenting advice
Jim: what’s up?
Me: Madison just went to the gym
Me: but she was wearing a pretty inappropriate outfit
Me: I told her I thought it was inappropriate but she said she’s an adult and lots of women dress like that
Me: so I said okay and she left
Me: but I’m not sure, I think I shouldn’t let her go out dressed like that anymore
Jim: well it depends on what she was wearing I guess
Me: I snuck a pic so that you could see and tell me what you think
Jim: oh ok
Me: [picture of Madison]
Jim: umm wow
Jim: I mean…godDAMN
Me: hey come on man
Me: that’s not why I’m sending this to you
Me: I want your advice
Jim: haha sorry, but I mean, jesus
Jim: you have to realize how hot she looks in that pic
Me: I mean, yeah, that’s why I’m saying it’s inappropriate
Jim: sorry dude, but this pic is going in the spank bank for sure
Me: fuck off
Jim: lol ok ok, seriously though
Jim: she IS an adult now, and she does have to learn to make her own choices
Jim: you’re not gonna be able to pick what she wears in college
Me: yeah, I guess so
Me: it’s just weird
Jim: yeah, I guess
Jim: ok, ummm, I gotta go have a little “me time” lol
I was a little irritated at how much Jim was perving out over my own daughter, but at the same time, I was kind of turned on thinking about him jerking off to the pic I sent him. I looked back at it, taking in Madison’s smooth legs, flat stomach, and cleavage. As I reached my hand into my shorts, I told myself that if I imagined that she was somebody else’s daughter, it wasn’t wrong fatih escort to jerk off to a pic of her. And, again, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.
The next day, I got another text from Jim:
Jim: hey man, thanks for sending that pic of Madison yesterday
Me: I didn’t send it for your gratification, asshole
Me: but you’re welcome
Jim: well I was just about to send you something in return
Jim: but if you’re gonna call me an asshole forget it
Me: ok ok I take it back
Jim: haha I thought so
Jim then sent me a picture, and I almost gasped when I saw it. It was Kelly, lying back on a lawn chair in her backyard, wearing sunglasses and her red bikini. Her C-cup breasts looked amazing. I immediately got hard and texted back:
Me: thanks man
Jim: haha thought you’d like that
Me: of course I do, Kelly’s so hot dude
Jim: ok ok
Jim: don’t perv out too hard, she’s still my daughter
Me: but I mean
Me: just so you know
Me: I’m gonna stroke so hard to those tits
Jim: lol ok dude, I said that’s enough
Me: haha ok
Me: now you know how it feels to have your best friend perving out to your daughter
Jim: hah true
Jim: so um…
Jim: I think Madison’s hot, you think Kelly’s hot
Jim: maybe we could make an arrangement…?
Me: what kind of arrangement?
Jim: you know
Jim: just sending hot pics to each other
Jim: no big deal
Me: I dunno, sounds kind of fucked up
Jim: come on
Jim: Kelly walks around in that bikini all the time man
Jim: I could easily send you so many pics of her
Jim: and ummm…
Jim: sometimes she tans naked so she doesn’t get tanlines
Jim: yeah dude
Me: and you’d send me pics of that?
Jim: only if you could get me the equivalent
Jim: just to be fair
Me: umm I don’t know if I could do that
Jim: sure you could
Jim: Madison told me she sleeps naked
Me: she told you that?
Jim: haha yeah
Jim: sometimes I think she’s flirting with me
Jim: what do you think?
Me: I dunno man
Jim: just think about seeing Kelly’s totally bare tits
Jim: haha thought so
Jim and I started sending pics of Madison and Kelly back and forth to each other. After a few days, I had a decent collection of Kelly in her bikini, in workout clothes, in some sexy pajamas. I was jerking off at least a couple times per day. Jim also received plenty of pics I took covertly of Madison, who was dressing increasingly provocatively these days.
One night, Jim sent me an amazing pic of Kelly doing some kind of yoga pose in her living room. We started texting again:
Me: goddamn your daughter is so fit
Me: you know it
Me: she just does yoga right in front of you like that?
Jim: haha yeah, she does it every night before she goes to bed
Me: you’re a lucky man
Jim: hah, so are you
Me: you have any pics of her…topless?
Jim: haha was waiting for you to ask
Jim: yeah I have a few saved for you
Jim: but you know what I need first
Jim: what’s Madison up to?
Me: she went to bed
Jim: hmmmm interesting…
Me: you want it really bad, don’t you?
Jim: fuck yes
Jim: you know I do
Me: tell me what you want
Jim: I want you to sneak into your daughter’s bedroom
Jim: slowly peel her sheets down
Jim: and take some pics of her sexy as fuck naked body
Jim: for me to jerk off to
Jim: do it
A few minutes passed.
Me: [picture of Madison, lying on her back, asleep, one hand up by her head and the other at her side, her legs slightly parted, completely naked]
Jim: holy shit
Jim: I can’t believe you actually did it
Me: [another pic, this one a close-up of Madison’s smooth, shaved pussy]
Jim: she looks so tight
Me: [another pic, this one of Madison lying on her stomach, her legs parted and her round ass on full display]
Jim: how’d you get her to turn over?
Me: just kind of nudged her a little
Jim: you were putting your hands on your naked daughter?
Me: a little
Jim: so that you could get her in the right position for me?
Jim: god damn
Jim: I dunno where I want to cum most, on her face, her ass, or those perky little tits
Me: you jerking now?
Me: send the pics of Kelly
Jim: [an image of Kelly lying naked in the sun, her eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat on her round tits]
Jim: [a similar image of Kelly, but lying on her stomach, her ass on display]
Jim: fındıkzade escort [a close-up of Kelly’s tits, but with a man’s hand lightly squeezing one of them]
Me: holy shit
Me: whose hand is that?
Jim: take a guess
Jim: she was asleep
Me: you felt your daughter up while she slept?
Me: fuuuuuuck I’m cumming
Jim: me too
Jim and I didn’t text for the next couple days. I think we both needed to contemplate how far we had taken this. I felt really guilty, but it didn’t stop me from jerking off regularly to the naked pics of Kelly (and, ok, if I’m being honest, a couple times to the naked pics of Madison too).
That weekend, Madison sat down next to me on the couch as I watched a college football game. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a v-neck t-shirt that stopped at her bellybutton. She told me that Kelly had invited her over for a sleepover. “Sounds like fun,” I said.
“Yeah,” Madison said. “It’s just gonna be the two of us. I think we’re starting to realize that the summer’s gonna be over soon and we’re not gonna get to see much of each other for a while.”
“Oh, honey, that’s sweet,” I said. “You two have been friends for so long, I’m sure it’s hard having to say goodbye. Hope you two have fun tonight.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” she said, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I couldn’t help but glance down her t-shirt as she leaned over. I think she noticed, because she giggled a little. I blushed, but she just stood up and skipped away. I watched her ass bounce as she left.
She left that night, and I received my first text from Jim since we had exchanged naked photos of our daughters. It was a picture of Madison and Kelly, lying on the stomachs in the living room, watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn between them. Jim was clearly sitting on the couch behind them, getting a nice view of their butts, both showcased in pairs of tight-fitting gray pajama shorts. Madison wore a white tank top, Kelly a light blue one. I texted Jim back:
Me: so jealous of you right now
Jim: haha, I know right?
Me: they having fun?
Jim: just regular stuff mostly
Jim: I gotta say, though…
Jim: I dunno
Jim: I feel like Madison is getting really, really flirty
Me: what do you mean?
Jim: she keeps looking over at me and smiling
Jim: she was lying on the couch next to me while I sat here
Jim: and she was, like, pulling her tank top up until she was showing a little bit of underboob
Jim: and when I looked over she giggled and, um…
Me: come on, what
Jim: she flashed me
Jim: just for a second, but still
Me: I can’t believe it
Me: you haven’t done anything, right?
Jim: no, of course not, man
Jim: but um
Jim: after she flashed me her tits, she moved her feet down the couch and started rubbing my thigh with them
Jim: but I got up and went to the kitchen to grab a beer
Me: I can’t believe she’s acting like that
Jim: she just looked back at me and smiled and shook her butt at me
Me: if you want to ask her to leave, I understand
Me: that’s so inappropriate of her
Jim: oh uh that’s okay
Jim: she can stay
Jim: she keeps staring at my hard-on
Me: what do you mean
Jim: well, I mean, obviously I’m hard right now
Jim: how could I not be
Jim: you saw that pic I sent
Me: I guess
Jim: and um
Jim: I’m wearing some shorts that make it kind of hard to hide
Jim: so she keeps looking
Jim: and, uh
Jim: licking her lips
Me: what can she see exactly
Jim: well, my shorts are pretty obviously tented
Jim: (really can’t help it, I have a pretty big dick)
Jim: and I think that from her angle she might be able to see up the leg of my shorts
Me: so…she can see your actual cock?
Jim: I’m not sure
Jim: maybe a little
Jim: she’s spending more time looking back at me than watching the movie at this point
Jim: she keeps biting her lip and staring at my crotch
Me: I dunno man, I think maybe you should send her home, this is getting crazy
Jim: I don’t think so dude
Jim: and you would say the same thing if you were in my position
Jim: holy shit
Jim: she just pulled her shorts a little bit down so that I can see the top of her butt
Jim: [an image of Madison watching TV, but her shorts are pulled halfway down]
Jim: she can definitely see my dick now
Me: how do you know?
Jim: well I was trying to adjust myself so the tent in my shorts wasn’t so obvious
Jim: but when I put my dick flat against my leg, it kind of sticks out the bottom of the shorts
Jim: so she can see the head
Me: what’s she doing?
Jim: she wants it bad
Jim: I’m starting to stroke it while she watches
Me: that’s my daughter
Jim: I know
Jim: your hot little 18-year-old daughter
Jim: still want me to send her home?
Me: I guess not
Jim: what do you want me to do?
Me: you know
Jim: say it
Me: I want you to fuck Madison
Jim: your daughter