Incestuous fib of the Quarantine

storey One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

3 week with no women.

Three workweek with my daughter stuck in my apartment thanks to the quarantine.

I liked my daughter. hellhole, I loved my daughter, but having Shannon stuck in the theatre with me for three workweek was enough to get on anyone 's spunk. The simply exciting stead we could go was the grocery entrepot. And you could n't turn that into any huge total of time.

My wife and I were divorced. Even though she was 18, she would stick around with me on the weekends. She had come over on Fri, a big smile on her face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my girl. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it did n't cramp my style. And then she got stuck in my property because of the quarantine.

Now it had been three weeks without any action, and I was getting horny.

onanism did n't cut it, and it was hard to find any quality time to be alone and find out pornography with my girl in the apartment. If she was n't in her own way, she was in the living room. Or the kitchen. She flounced around, bored. I got that, I did, but she was always hovering around.

I was learning how to work from house these Clarence Day. Sitting in my own office, which was just a desk in my sleeping accommodation, and having to do zoom group meeting with my coworkers and trying to stay productive when I just wanted to do nix was hard.

She would pop in during encounter and cut off them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to adapt, but it was frustrating when she would just dart up and hug me from behind, and complain about being bored.

But what was there to do ? We 'd watched everything on Netflix worth watching. There were only some many times you could put a puzzle together ( once being almost too many times ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three weeks, it was getting unbearable. I needed to get set, but everyone was scared. No one was supposed to go anywhere. My ex was freaked out. She had a new kid and did n't want Shannon to bring any disease over.

I was so horny.

"Daddy, daddy !"Claude Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedroom as I sat working on a sales report. Her red haircloth flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a couplet of tight shorts and a tank top that slid up her belly."I 'm so bored."

"Are n't we all,"I muttered, glancing over at her. When did she get such sleek legs ? I know she was only eighteen, but ... that fetching midriff. I could see her omphalus. She thrust her bare animal foot in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming pink.

She had spent the morning painting them. I had hoped it would invade her longer.

"Let 's go to the store,"she said."We 're running low on stuff."

"I have to get this body of work done,"I said, staring at her. dark-green eyes, a slender consistency. Her breasts were ripe, though. They thrust up cupped by her tank top. Was she even wearing a bra ?"I 'm sorry. It 's work."

"But I 'm bored,"she moaned, her legs kicking.

"I know,"I said, trying to be patient. My cock was getting so hard. God, what was wrong with me ? Why was I finding my daughter so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't ripe at all. It was more than a little fucked up."But I 'll get in difficulty if I do n't get this done. Sorry."

"Fine,"she pouted."I 'll go talk with my friends."

"Do n't you have schoolwork you 're supposed to be doing ?"I asked her.

"Did it,"she said. I bet that was a lie, but I did n't care. What her school assigned her wait like such interfering workplace. Pointless poppycock."I 'll let you make. But can we go to the store later ?"

"Yeah,"I said, watching as she rolled off my bed. She scrambled off and then darted out, those shorts hugging her ass.

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the account, my cock thick and throbbing. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the study. I really had to fetch up that. But it was gruelling to center with my daughter 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the flame relief valve outside of my windowpane. The metal grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my dick screaming at me for rest period. No womanhood to enjoy. No ladies to hook up with on a dating app.

The only woman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my deal. It would feature to be adequate. I swallowed and just managed to finish the news report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the public lavatory. I closed the door. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

There on the flooring was a pair of garden pink panty. It had lace on it. One of my daughter 's. I did n't know she had pantie like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the same metre. My prick throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something feminine and familiar to touch. I loved peeling off a char 's panties and knowing I would be sliding into her pussycat. I gripped the cloth tight in my hand, the impulse to just wrap it around my cock growing in me.

I could just jerk off into her panties. What was the scathe in that ?

They were my girl 's pantie, part of me pointed out.

And ? So what ? It was n't the Lapplander as touching her directly. Just something to assist get me off. I shoved down my sweatpants. My cock popped out. Thick and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my shaft. This fearful exhilaration rippled through me.

This was wrong. I knew it was awful for me to even contemplate doing this. These were my daughter 's panties. I had to be a everlasting sicko to need to do this. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest.

I stroked up my prick, the cloth sliding over my peter. This framework had touched my girl 's skin. Her pussy. The most versed voice of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the jacket. I groaned at how undecomposed it felt.

Three workweek without getting laid. The longest I 'd gone since my wife divorced me.

It was unbelievable. Amazing. I could—

KNOCK ! roast ! KNOCK !

"pappa, hurry up !"my daughter said."And you better not reek it up !"

Fear blastoff through me. I gasped and ripped the panties from my cock. I quickly stuffed them in the dress hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my pugilist and sweat pants. They did a vain attempt to oblige my erection in place, my peter throbbing. I flushed the gutter and washed my hands, so cognizant of my daughter outside the door.

"Jesus,"I muttered. I had to get a grip. She was my daughter. I should n't even match her scanty. That was going too far.

I opened the threshold, and she squeezed by me. I felt her dumbbell rubbing across my chest. My little girl had titty. I groaned, my dick throb. I fled to the living room. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

I had to observe something to get my mind off of her. Something that was boring. Something that I could n't possibly hold an erection through. I turned on the TV, loaded up Netflix, and searched for something to watch.

It felt like all the Lapp debris. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy show I 'd seen a 12 times, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my lounger, struggling to ignore the throbbing in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the living way and, to my shock, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her buttocks rightfulness on my hardon, her leg thrust over the left armrest of my chair, her arm going around my neck.

"Shannon ?"I asked, shocked to feel the plumpness of her rump on my pecker. Then I groaned as she wiggled. She rubbed her stern from side to side, grinding on me."What are you doing, Claude Elwood Shannon ?"

"observation TV."She glanced at it."This again ?"

"Yeah,"I said, my dick throbbing beneath her. Could she feel my hardon ? Did she realize I was erect at all ? What would she cerebrate if she did ?"I like it."

She sighed and stared at me. Her fanny wiggled across my lap, my gumshoe throbbing as she did it. Her Green eyes studied me with this considering looking at. Then, to my shock, her fingerbreadth stroked down my jawline.

It sent this intimate tingle through me. What was she doing ?

Her finger's breadth stroked over my cheek, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the ladies liked a trade good mustache. She ran her digit through the hairsbreadth on my upper lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should maturate a quarantine byssus !"she exclaimed."Your moustache is nifty, but you could be all Ursus horribilis. Get it nice and thick."

"A quarantine beard ?"I asked, sounding more than a little lost by her idea.

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of cat are doing it. It 's what all the girls are into. You could own a nice and fatheaded one. Be all manly."

"Uh, yeah,"I said, just wanting her to get off my lap before I exploded."A quarantine face fungus. I 'll cerebrate about it."

"Good,"she said."I think you 'll look swell with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this show sucks."She twisted on me, sliding that rump over my hawkshaw, and then hopped off."If you 're watching TV, your work must be done, so can we go to the computer storage ?"

"rightfield,"I groaned, my dick so hard.

We went to the store, masks on. It was the strange new man we lived in. My daughter was the only person who would come in close to me. Everyone else stayed back. multitude were starting to appear a piddling dotty. No haircuts. No salon trips for the women. Even my daughter 's hair was beginning to show signs of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the mansion. It made her well-chosen. It made me ache. There were a few women there, but could I flirt with them ? They all had these nervous face on their faces like they were afraid I 'd cough on them.

And it was n't ilk flirting with masks on was something enticing. I could n't see half their faces.

In the end, my girl and I returned to the household. I was still hard. Not rampagingly rear, but that throbbing at the tip of my tool, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner with Shannon, eating it, and watching some TV.

I had more oeuvre to do. The problem with working from home base was you never quite got away from it. Your calculator was there with the study that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your bedroom.

That itch for my daughter, however, never went away no topic what I did.

The rain had never relented. It had been going on all day. The wind was picking up, a storm sweeping through. I ignored it and stripped naked for bed. I never slept in clothes. I slid into bed, my dick hard.

This was the only if chance I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my center and stroked my cock. I pumped my hand up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine chick I had been flirting with before lockdown went into burden. twenty-seven. Big, natural tits. blond hair. blue angel centre. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

I imagined her kneeling before me, her eyes staring up at me as she kissed around the tip of my peter. I groaned at how upright it felt. I worked my hand faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the ache swelled and swelled.

pa, let me suck your cock for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. Blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal daughter. Claude E. Shannon 's green heart sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my cock. I groaned at the tabu image.

My deal stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled acuate and aloud as I worked my hired man up and down my shaft. I could n't stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, offspring woman. She had those round boobs and those plump lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my peter with hungriness. She feasted on my shaft with the unfounded lust of an eighteen-year-old missy. I groaned, knowing this was damage. I could n't call up of my girl like this. She was my own flesh and blood, but ...

I needed to cum.

"That 's it,"I breathed, the flashing lightning illuminating my hand working up and down my cock."Just suck that shaft. Mmm, you want Daddy 's cum, do n't you ?"

My dick hurtled toward my bang. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with cacoethes. I sucked in oceanic abyss breaths, rising towards that climax. I just needed a few more strokes. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the thunder.

"Yes,"I growled. I slid up my putz, moments from erupting. From—

stride thudded down the Radclyffe Hall and then my threshold fit open. Cursing, I pulled up my covers in time to see Shannon burst into my sleeping room and toss herself at me. She wore a tank top and a pair of panty.

"Daddy !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my masking. Her drumhead popped out powerful side by side to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as loaded as a board, my cock tenting the front of my cover song. I was so aware of how naked I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning fusillade. Her face appeared in the strobing luminosity. The boom rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her face into my shoulder joint. Her eubstance trembled beneath mine. Her leg lantern slide over my thigh. I felt the plumpness of her breasts on my English as she trembled.

"Still ?"I groaned."You 're eighteen."

"Sorry,"she said, her interpreter tight."It 's just ... Ca n't I sleep in here tonight, Daddy ? I do n't like it. That sound ..."

"Claude E. Shannon,"I groaned."You 're eighteen. You have your own bed."

"There 's deal of room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even love I 'm here, okay. I just ... I know it wo n't get me if you 're in here."

"Lightning does n't get anyone,"I said."It 's not a monster."

"What if it zaps through the window and striking me ?"she asked."At least it 'll probably hit you over me."

"Wait, that 's why you want to sleep with me ?"I asked, aching to keep masturbating."That 's the dumbest matter I 've heard."

"Daddy !"she gasped."Do n't you want to protect your little girl by being her lightning carapace ?"

I groaned. Her green middle stared at me. They had a gleam about them in the iniquity, catching the faint visible light coming through my window from a streetlamp. I groaned."Fine."

"Thank you !"she said."You wo n't even sleep with I 'm here."

Then she rolled over, pressing her rump into my side, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her head resting on it. I just lay beside her, so aware that I was naked. Hard. That her croupe was rubbing against me.

I do n't know how long I stared up at the ceiling immobilized by her bearing. I swallowed, just wanting to slip out of bed and go to the john. She shifted a few times, her panty-covered rump rubbing on me.

I felt the warmth of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covers with us both. I should just go to log Z's. Or, at least, I should put on some bagger. Cover up. My dick pulsed and throbbed.

Ideas like masturbating flashed through my creative thinker. Stroking off while she slept beside me. And she was sleeping. The lightning had n't come back since I agreed to let her arrest. Just the rain and the wind. I could see her shallow, regular breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my face, facing away from her. My dick thrust out before me. I closed my eyes to go to sleep. My tool throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a girl in the bed. A girl that I could enjoy.

That depraved thought grew and grew in my judgment. It itched at my intellection. I shuddered, my dick pulsing and pounding. I swallowed, needing to celebrate this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.

Her ass rubbed into mine. Plump. Warm. I could just deplumate her scanty to the side and—

"No !"I groaned to the nighttime at that thought. What form of sick founder was I ? That was my daughter. I could n't ram my turncock into her while she slept.

early approximation filled my mind. I could just ... hump against her ass. Just grinding my cock into her. I could feign I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping would n't even mean touching her. Not directly. Her scanty would be in the way.

A roadblock. That made it less like incest, right ?

I swallowed, my tool throbbing. Aching. I rolled over, ineffectual to kibosh myself. My shaft smacked into her hip. She did n't so much as splash. I shuddered, and then I pressed my putz against her hind end. Right on her panty-clad ass. I just had to rub against her now.

I thrust forward. I fought the groan as I dry-humped against my daughter 's ass. She slept, oblivious to her subvert sire 's luxuria. The sleekness of her panty and the warmness of her rump beneath the fabric felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

Physical contact with a ... a ... a female person. A girl. My daughter.

I closed my eyes, trying not to think it was my babe girl I was grinding on, but in the backbone of my nous, I knew it. That was my girl 's ass I land against. Only a slim down bed of cloth separated us. She slept on oblivious to what I did to her.

It was such a bad dad, but it felt so good.

I fought against groaning ; scared she would wake up. That only helped to hold this smell amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my shaft swelled as I felt the curve of her tail end. I pushed my jibe in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the channel of her crack.

"Going to hell,"I thought, but it felt so good.

I thrust harder and harder. She just kept sleeping. The air pressure built fast. It came on me in only a few minutes. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The powerful eructation of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every moment of it.

The pleasure exploded through my thought. I shuddered at it. I savored that fantastic outbreak of blissfulness. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The rapture consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the last of my cum on my girl 's ass like a dispatch pervert. I groaned at how large it felt. It was amazing. An coming that did n't come from my mitt. Contact with a woman. A young woman. My daughter.

"piece of ass,"I groaned, exhaustion hitting me hard.

I rolled onto my back and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the veneration slapped me. I had molested my girl. I was gear up for the police to break open in and halt me. For my girl to be crying and traumatized. She was n't in bed when I awoke. I swallowed, frightened to depart my bedroom.

But I had to pee.

I pulled on some sweatpants and headed out. I heard the TV on. I peeked into the animation elbow room to observe her eating a bowl of cereal and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smile. So warm and loving. Full of delight.

"Thanks for letting me kip in your bed, Daddy,"she said."I slept so well."

"You did n't, uh, listen me shifting around ?"I asked."I do that a lot. Your mother hated it."

"I slept great."She grinned at me, her tank top clinging to those orotund breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front of the same purpleness panties I had dry-humped conclusion night molding to her young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

Did my girl shave her cunt ? Jesus, she was only eighteen.

succour, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. live Nox had been a mistake. A mo of weakness. I vowed it would never encounter again, but ... I could n't aid but get turned on by my daughter over the next few days.

Every clip I saw her, she was wearing underdrawers and a tight top. Sometimes just step-in. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panties clinging to her rump. My dick would get backbreaking. pounding erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just hump against her.

I jerked off into her scanty. Twice a day, I would be in the bathroom pumping away and hoping she would n't acknowledge the stains. The material felt so good. I would rub the inner crotch against my putz and know that these had been pressed against my daughter 's pussy.

I wanted her. Craved her. Was stuck with her. There was no escape cock. If I wanted to go for a pass outside, she would be getting dressed to connect me. If I needed to go to the grocery stock to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, tidal bore to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

My thoughts grew more and more fixated on Shannon. On my daughter. Not just dry-humping against her, but kissing her. Sucking on her titties. Eating her youthful jackass. Sliding into her tight pussy.

To feel snatch around my peter again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a cleaning woman. My daughter looked more and more ripe and succulent with every passing hr. estimation of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to jail,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her abdomen on the couch see TV, her stage thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. Dainty toes I could suck."Real prison, James. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A hebdomad after the storm, I was asleep when the rumble of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian response. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would amount sleep with me ? That I would get another chance to dry-hump against her ?

I had n't hurt her by doing that. She had n't even known.

Lightning flooded my room with stark sparkle. The scag boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A pipe burst from my daughter 's room. Then her room access crashed open. The thudding footsteps. She did n't even knock. She just cast out my door opened and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my dick thrusting up hard. She was so close to touching it as she cowered against me. I felt her physical structure and knew I would be getting off tonight. She whimpered as the lightning moved away.

"S-sorry, Daddy,"she said.

"Do n't be,"I answered, my vocalisation throaty. I felt that hunger in me."You can slip into my bed whenever you need it."

She let out a long suspiration."Thank you, Daddy."

I just grinned and knew I would n't suffer to look long. Just for her to lessen asleep. She clung to me for a few more mo and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her vertebral column. She did n't wander over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was clear she had fallen asleep after XX moment. I pulled back the covers and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too little for her, molding to her rung tit. Her panties fit tight. My center had adjusted, a streetlight pouring enough illumination through my bedroom windowpane for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her scanty ...

Her scanty molded to her slit lips.

I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent office. I licked my lips. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her cunt. To lick and lap at her. This urge sank heavily on me. I swallowed. That would be going too far, but ...

I could n't dry-hump her ass if she was on her stomach. Could I roll her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a labored sleeper, but if she woke up, then I would n't get to comminute on her. She might go back to her own bed. So I sat there, my pecker throbbing before me, watching her sleep, hoping she would wind onto her side.

The red numbers on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those tits. That cameltoe. I hungered so practically for her. Would it really be bad to drub my little girlfriend 's pussy ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something gracious. She was a heavy sleeper. I could just munch on her pussy. spread on her while she dreamed. My hands clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my chest of drawers. This was so wrong. So fucked up.

"That 's your daughter, James,"I muttered."Your daughter."

I licked my lips.

"Exactly,"I whispered back to myself."Does n't she deserve to make a squeamish climax ? We 're stuck together. receive to help each early out. What 's the damage in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never do it !"

I shuddered at that thought. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her kitty-cat and then just fuck my cock against her panties. Just lie on her and do More grinding. She did n't have to be on her side for me to do that.

I surrendered to my luxuria. They were too strong. With care not to disturb her, I moved between my sleeping girl 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those aphrodisiac scanty. I licked my rim, so hungry to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to press my lips down into her cunt and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I planted my hands on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot figure. I shuddered at how strong she felt. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest as I stroked my hands up her legs.

"You 're gorgeous, Shannon,"I whispered, her red hair fanned over my pillow. Her breasts rose slowly.

My hands reached her private parts. I licked my lips as I caressed the leg golf hole of my girl 's panties. I was on the boundary of sliding over her gusset and rubbing at her twat through the thin tribute. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla extract application.

My mouth salivated.

I slid my finger across the genitalia of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her pussy rim. God, she was shaved. My girl shaved her puss. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she stimulate a boyfriend I did n't know about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her pussy, watching her face. She kept breathing her head turned to the right hand. Her nipples hardened. I watched them intrude against the thin tank top. They were small buttons that I could recreate with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmth bled through her panties. Her upheaval. My digit grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my olfactory organ. Tangy. The aroma of her arousal. My tongue flicked across her lips

I pressed my face down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The wise smell of my daughter 's puss. That tangy delight. I licked up her gusset, tasting the fabric and the tangy feel of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her soundbox, but she just kept lying there. Her breasts rose and fell. She was n't moving. Was n't coming awake. It was just a whimper. A sigh. She made audio in her sleep. She slurred something, speaking in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

I grinned."I 'll give you something exceptional to dream about, Shannon."

I licked at her panties again. I stroked my tongue up the fabric, feeling her slit through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so wild. I bathed the gusset of her scanty with my spit. I lapped up and down her slit, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy flavor grew and grew. Her chest rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her tank top cupped them. She had such a lovely pair. C-cups. one shot and perky and just begging to be played with.

But I had her kitty-cat to eat.

I kissed at her panties. I sucked her tangy pussy cream through the cloth. A woman 's delight. My daughter 's incestuous passion. Lust surged through me. My tool ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

"Fuck,"I breathed."Claude Shannon, you 're so sexy."

No response. Still sleeping.

I slid my finger's breadth into her leg hole and groaned as I touched my girl 's shaved pussy directly. I caressed over her plump vulva and found her tight slit. Juices coated my finger. She was so hot and wet. She needed this.

I yanked her panty to the position. The tart olfactory property of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her closely slit. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's goofball. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juices directly.

I did n't die. God did n't smite me and send me to hell. No cop bursts burst through the door.

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her pussy. I slid my natural language up and down her snatch. My tongue caressed her hot flesh. I stroked up and down that soused puss, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her plication. I felt the texture of her labia. The silkiness of her cunt lips. They were so hot against my natural language and back talk. Felt so unbelievable. She whimpered again. But she kept sleeping. She did n't wake up.

"You 're having a naughty dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her snatch again. I slid up her slit, gathering up her incestuous juices."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let Daddy give you a good one. An baffle one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my glossa into her groove and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her Hymen still. She was a virgin, but she shaved her pussy ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussycat ? A shiver ran through me.

That was hot.

I licked at her maidenhead and stroked her folds. I caressed over a minuscule bud. Her clit. I 'd receive my daughter 's clit. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to throw my girl such a delicious dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my cock against her pussy sass. I had to feel that twat against my putz. That would be double-dyed. No panties in the way. I kept them yanked to the side as I licked at her virgin twat.

Her juices tasted even better without anything in the way.

It turned me on to eat her cherry pussy.

Her mother was n't a virgin our first of all time. Fucking whore. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a lady of pleasure. Oh, no, she was my baby girl. Just my adorable daughter. She was perfect.

I licked harder at her cunt. I feasted on her, brushing her clitoris over and over again. I could do this all day. Her ventilation quickened. Her breasts rose and fell. They were so beautiful to observe even covered up. I stared at them as I devoured her tangy cream.

My glossa swirled around her clit. I fluttered about it. Then I sealed my sassing about it and sucked on her. She gasped and bucked. Her moans echoed through the elbow room. It resounded about us. She gripped her thighs, her sleepy passion was a delight.

I did n't venerate her waking up. I just kept sucking on her clit. Her organic structure twitch. Her whimper grew louder and louder. She must be having a nifty wet dreaming. An exciting one. Her snatch juice coated my lips and ran down my chin.

"You 're so gorgeous,"I moaned."So tasty.

My dick throbbed. I needed to get to Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my pecker up and down her pussy. Maybe I 'd push my tip against her hymen. Just for a consequence. Just to feel a cherry pussy for once in my life.

I would n't do more than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's clit. Her head rolled from face to side of meat. Her thigh twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her climax had to be almost on her. I wanted her pick to rave into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her pussy cream gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous passion poured into my sassing. I drank my daughter 's Virgin juices down like I was a athirst man in the desert. I had found my oasis. I closed my eyes as her dead body trembled. I reveled in this wicked moment.

My dick ached to be in my fiddling girl. To just iron on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't fuck her, right ?

God, she was wet, though. Just so juicy. I drowned in her ointment. Her body 's shudders died down, her orgasm subsiding. I just gave her bliss. Got her all quick. It was the perfect time for her to miss her virginity.

Better me than some asshole guy who did n't care about her, right ?

I loved Shannon. She was my babe girl. I wanted what was best for her. A painless world-class time.

I squeezed my eyes shut and ripped my head from her crotch."Christ,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

I gripped my cock and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin twat. My finger's breadth held her panties to the position. I stared right at her cunt. I licked my lips, the thirstiness for my daughter growing and growing in me.

I just had to ram into her. Just a ace driving force, and I would have my girl 's virginity. I would roll in the hay her while she slept. I made her cum. She could do the same for me, right ?

"She trusts you,"I groaned and pressed my dick against her pussy."Do n't do this, James."

I shuddered at the flavor of her warm, wet chassis against my putz. A shudder ran through me. This heat shot up my shaft. My balls tightened. It was heavenly. A athirst moan rose from my throat. I shuddered as I savored this bliss.

I moved my cock down to her Hymen. I felt the roadblock protecting her puss from my hawkshaw. Her unaffected depths awaited. If I did n't do it, some dickhead boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, break her heart when he did n't call back, and just process her like shit.

She deserved better.

"prick,"I groaned, wanting to push up. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even hump ? girl broke their hymens doing early things all time, right ?

I pushed against that tissue layer. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so much. Her face scrunched up. She whimpered. Her body twitched. I swallowed, fear and lustfulness warring inside of me. The fight built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. uncommitted. She loved me. She would want to help oneself me out. I made her cum first. I deserved this.

I thrust hard.

My daughter 's cherry popped.

I gasped as I slid into her snap. Inch after in after amazing inch of her pussy soak up my putz. A tight, satiny, amazing heaven. Way estimable than that Madeleine whore. Or those other woman. This was a virgin twat.

My girl 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and Thomas More of my putz into her pussy. Her hot soma caressed my tip, that silklike friction sending delight rushing down to my balls. She whimpered, her nose vellication. I leaned over her, staring down at her cheek. I bottomed out in my footling girl.

Her center opened.

I froze.

She blinked and then stared up at me."Daddy ?"

"It 's just a dream,"I told her, panic rushing through me. I waited for her to scream. To jerk in panic."A naughty, sexy dream."

"Mmm, Daddy,"she moaned, this throaty sound of pleasure."What a overnice dream."

Then she kissed me. My daughter kissed my lips coated in her juices. She bought it. She thought this was a dream. She must be still coming out of her rest, thinking this was a continuation of the sex pipe dream my snatch defeat had given her.

I kissed her with passion. I thrust my clapper into my daughter 's lip. I sank my weigh down on her, feeling her boobs through her tank top, her nipple hard. Her thighs slid around my waist. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

I drew back my shaft. Her hot build clung to my aching dick. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussy. I made such sweet erotic love to my minuscule daughter. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every last second of pumping away at my little girl 's mystify twat.

Our tongue danced together. They swirled and whirled about the early. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned, kissing her with passion. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my cock into her puss with herculean strokes.

Her pussy clung to me. She held me tight. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned into her back talk, kissing her with all the passion I had. She kissed me back. She swirled her tongue through my sass. I loved her. I savored kissing my daughter. I never wanted this to stop.

She whimpered, her lips kissing me back with hungriness. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snap with passion. With arduous slash. I groaned, loving the feel of her slit wrapped around me. My egg smacked into her taint.

I slid my handwriting up her incline. I pressed beneath her armored combat vehicle top. I broke the kiss so I could slide up and fumble her pap. I squeezed her dope. She stared up at me, her green eyes looking so wild. Her arms went around my neck.

"dada !"she moaned, her pussy clenching around me."Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, you 're making love to me."

"Yes, Shannon,"I groaned."Is n't it a wonderful dream ?"

"Uh-huh !"she gasped, her pussycat clenching around my dick.

I shuddered, savoring her hot flesh being wrapped around me. She felt incredible. Just a joy for me to enjoy it. I pumped away at her with gruelling strokes. I buried into her slit again and again. I slammed to the hilt in her.

My dick throbbed in her cunt. Her pussy squeezed about me while I groped her tits beneath her cooler top. She stared up at me with such delight in her middle. She humped back into my poking, the bed creaking.

"pappa, pop !"she moaned. It sounded so risque."Oh, Daddy, I love you. I love you so lots !"

"I love you, too !"I groaned, thrusting into her pussy."Claude Shannon. You 're so sexy."

She beamed at me.

"So perfect. So gorgeous."I squeezed her nipple."Just adorable."

Her pussycat squeezed about my cock as I pulled back. The suck was incredible. I groaned, loving the way her flesh massaged me. Her hot cunt gripped me, teasing me. Her snatch felt thirsty for my cum.

For my incestuous come to pump into her catch. I thrust harder and harder into her slit. I buried into her with powerful stroke. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy pussy. My girl 's snatch felt incredible about me.

"Oh, Daddy, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's estimable. That 's amazing. papa !"

"Yes,"I panted, squeezing both her plump tits.

I drove hard into her. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. The right eruption of cum building in my balls. They smacked into her shape every time I buried into her tight, sugared twat. I groaned at her silky embracement about my shaft.

I rubbed at her mammilla with my thumb. She gasped, her face scrunching up and her twat tightening around my dick. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her arms shifting around my cervix. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."dada !"

She squealed in delight while her pussy went fantastic around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the feel of her hot physique spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the pressure in my ballock. I growled, about to erupt in her.

"Oh, dada, yes !"she squealed, her arms around my neck pulling me down.

I slipped my hands out from beneath her tank top to kiss her hard on the sass. I thrust my spit into her mouth. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me, her pussy writhing around my cock. I pumped harder at her. Faster.

I could tell her goofball wanted my jizz. My balls tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my child young woman. Her eighteen-year-old bitch brought me rightfulness to the edge. I groaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. I buried in deep.

Erupted.

I broke the kiss and growled,"Shannon !"

"Daddy !"she squealed, my jizz jetting into her impair pussy."You 're cumming in me !"

"I am,"I groaned."I love you, Claude Elwood Shannon !"

"Love you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my cock. Each extravasation of jizz slammed bliss into my mind. It felt amazing. Stars burst across my vision. They danced around her smiling face. Her puss writhed around me, milking me. She worked out my cum.

I filled her pussy with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a final time in her. I hit that crown of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breaths, my heart throb. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, pa,"she whimpered, her kitty 's spasms dying down."That was amazing."

"Yes,"I groaned and rolled off of her. I just fucked my daughter.

She snuggled up against my side."Mmm, that was a great dream."She rested her head on my articulatio humeri."I hope I have it every night."

"I think you will,"I said, stroking her head.

"Good."

I closed my eyes and smiled. Being quarantined with my eighteen-year-old girl was n't so bad at all. It definitely had its perk. I held my daughter to me as I drifted off to catch some Z's.

The END of this Incestuous tale of the Quarantine