*you know, your hair is almost the same color as my daughter’s.*

*whoa you can’t send me that right now. I'm with my daughter, and you're gonna turn me on sending me that...*

*fuck, you’re killing me. I want to taste you so bad*

*yeah of course I’m hard. I’m dying here. I’m gonna cum so hard to these pics after she goes to bed.*

*you want to see? I can’t right now.*

*ok she’s gone. I guess I can take a pic for you…*

Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve had two loves in my life: your mom and you. Since losing her many years ago now, it’s just been you. I’ve thought about dating, but none of the other women hold a candle to either of you.

As for you, well you’re a daddy’s girl, of course. While living at home to save money during college, you (18 ) start growing a different kind of affection for your dad. While maybe you do want me to get back on the horse and find someone else to make me happy, you really just want to act out your crush on me. You’ve got high standards just like me, and the boys your age just aren’t cutting it. They’re selfish and immature, while I’m handsome, capable, have always been there for you, and will always be there for you.

The truth is, you’ve wanted me for a long time now and have thought about it, fantasized about it, over and over. You know I would never cross that line withy daughter, so you’ve devised this trick. You help me make a profile, pick some pictures, set my age settings, give me some tips, and send me on my way. You know how unlikely it is for me to find someone who really intrigues me, but you know all of my likes and dislikes and will use that to catfish me into falling for you.

I really like the idea of my daughter being attracted to me, fantasizing about me, pretending to be someone else, connecting with me on a dating app, sending me nudes, convincing me to send you dick pics, and sexting, all while I think you’re someone else. It would be so hot to be in the same room as you while you send me pics of your body and videos of you touching yourself. You get to watch my reactions, the little smiles, biting my lip, adjusting myself, and trying to hide how hard you’re making me. Then you get to go to bed and rub yourself knowing I’m down the hall stroking myself to pics of my daughter.