Father and Daughter After the Divorce
weeks after the divorce was finalized, Sarah’s mom decided to move to a new city. Eighteen-year-old Sarah had no choice but to stay with her dad in the big suburban house that now felt way too empty with just the two of them.Mark, 42, still handsome, gym-fit, but carrying deep shadows in his eyes since the divorce. Sarah was in her first year of college — fair skin, long wavy brown hair, and a body that had fully bloomed into womanhood: curvy hips, full breasts, and that innocent-yet-dangerous smile that sometimes made her dad look away too quickly.The first few days were normal. Breakfast together, light conversation while watching TV, a quick goodnight kiss on the forehead.
But at night, when Sarah was in her room, Mark could hear everything — the shower running, the hair dryer, soft music… and sometimes the faint, breathy moans when she was watching something on her phone.One night around 2 a.m., Mark went to the kitchen for water.
Sarah was already there — wearing only a tiny pink tank top and very short shorts. The tank was so tight her nipples were clearly outlined.
She bent over to grab milk from the fridge… and Mark’s eyes locked onto her ass peeking out from the shorts.Sarah turned around. “Dad… you couldn’t sleep either?”Mark’s throat went dry.
“Just… restless, baby girl.”Sarah smiled, took the glass of milk, and hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter. Legs slightly parted.
“It feels so empty since Mom left… doesn’t it, Dad?”Mark could only nod.
That night they talked for almost twenty minutes.
When Sarah came in for a goodnight hug, her whole body pressed against him.
Mark’s hand landed on her lower back… and stayed there a little too long.Sarah whispered softly in his ear, “Goodnight, Daddy… I love you.”As she walked away, she gave her hips an extra little sway.Mark knew something had just shifted forever.What happens when two lonely people are alone in the same house night after night?
Part 2 – The First CrackNext morning Sarah made pancakes.
She wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt — no bra. Every time she bent over to serve, her deep cleavage was impossible to ignore.“Dad, do you like my cooking?” she asked with a naughty sparkle in her eyes.“Very much… you’ve changed, baby,” Mark said quietly.Sarah laughed softly. “Changed… or just grown up?”Mark went silent.That evening they decided on a movie night.
Sarah brought a big blanket for the couch. They sat close.
It was a horror movie. During a jump scare Sarah screamed and threw herself against Mark’s chest.
Her hand landed on his thigh… and slowly crept higher.Mark’s breathing became heavy.
“Sarah…”“Shhh… Daddy… just watch the movie,” she whispered in his ear.By the end of the film, Sarah’s hand was openly stroking him over his pajama pants.
Mark didn’t stop her.
He just closed his eyes.When the credits rolled, Sarah stood up, leaving the blanket behind.
She leaned close and whispered,
“Daddy… I miss you. In every way.”Then she walked to her room.Mark couldn’t sleep that night.
His cock stayed rock-hard, his mind filled with images of his daughter’s warm breath, her soft ass, and the little moan she made during the movie.What will happen tomorrow night when Sarah “forgets” to lock her door?
Part 3 – The Line Is CrossedThe next night Sarah said, “Dad… I’m scared. Can you stay with me in my bed for a little while?”Mark knew it was wrong.
He went anyway.They lay down in the dark.
Only their breathing filled the silence.Sarah whispered, “When Mom was here… you two used to cuddle like this at night, right?”“Yeah…” Mark’s voice trembled.Sarah placed her hand on his chest… then slowly slid it lower… and slipped inside his pajama pants.Mark froze when her fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock.“Daddy… it’s so big… and so hot…”Mark closed his eyes. “Sarah… we can’t…”She started stroking him slowly.
“But it feels good, doesn’t it, Daddy?”Mark’s control shattered.
He pulled her on top of him.
Their lips met — first soft and loving… then hungry and desperate.Sarah peeled off her t-shirt.
Her bare breasts fell into Mark’s mouth.He sucked hard, like a starving man.Sarah moaned, “Daddy… yes… more…”Mark pulled her shorts down.
His fingers found her pussy — dripping wet.“Daddy… I need you inside me… please…”Mark freed his cock and slowly pushed inside her.Sarah cried out, “Ahhh… Daddy… it’s so big…”They moved together, finding a perfect rhythm.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping and desperate moans.They came together — hard and shaking.Sarah whispered into his ear,
“This is our secret now… Daddy.”But was it just one night… or the beginning of everything?
Part 4 – AddictionThe next week turned the house into their private playground.Morning showers together.
Sarah on her knees in the bathroom, taking him deep in her mouth.
Nights in the kitchen, Mark bending her over the counter and fucking her from behind.When Sarah came home from college, she would sit in his lap while they watched TV — his fingers inside her, her hand stroking him.One day Sarah said,
“Daddy… I love roleplay. Punish me like you used to when I was bad in school.”Mark flipped her over his knee.
He spanked her ass until it turned pink.
Then slid a finger into her tight back hole.Sarah whimpered, “Daddy… please… I want it there too…”Mark took her ass for the first time — slow at first, then deeper, harder.Sarah cried out in pleasure, “Yes Daddy… fuck your little girl’s ass…”They melted into each other day and night.But the guilt started creeping in too.Mark began having nightmares — police, society, Sarah’s ruined future.Was this love… or just a dangerous addiction?