Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

report One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

banker's bill : Thanks to WRC264 for beta version this !

3 workweek with no women.

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

I liked my girl. Hell, I loved my daughter, but having Shannon stuck in the business firm with me for three hebdomad was enough to get on anyone 's mettle. The only exciting place we could go was the grocery memory. And you could n't turn that into any huge amount of time.

My married woman and I were divorced. Even though she was eighteen, she would detain with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smile on her human face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my daughter. I hooked up with cleaning woman on weekday nighttime so it did n't cramp my style. And then she got stuck in my spot because of the quarantine.

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

masturbation did n't cut it, and it was hard to discover any timbre time to be alone and look on smut with my girl in the apartment. If she was n't in her own elbow room, 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 household these sidereal day. Sitting in my own billet, which was just a desk in my bedroom, and having to do soar meeting with my coworkers and trying to stay productive when I just wanted to do null was hard.

She would pop in during meetings and disrupt them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to accommodate, but it was frustrating when she would just fleet 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 teaser together ( once being almost too many clock time ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three hebdomad, it was getting intolerable. I needed to get laid, 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.

"dad, Daddy !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedroom as I sat working on a gross sales composition. Her red hair flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a pair 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 slick ramification ? I know she was only eighteen, but ... that fetching midsection. I could see her bellybutton. She thrust her bare feet in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming pinko.

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

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

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

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

"I know,"I said, trying to be patient. My hammer was getting so hard. God, what was legal injury with me ? Why was I finding my girl so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't right at all. It was more than a slight fucked up."But I 'll get in trouble 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 look like such busy body of work. Pointless hooey."I 'll let you work. But can we go to the storage later ?"

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

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the theme, my putz thick and throbbing. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the written report. I really had to finish that. But it was knockout to contract with my daughter 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The strait drummed on the fire escape cock outside of my window. The metal grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the papers, my hawkshaw screaming at me for relief. No women to delight. No gentlewoman to snare up with on a geological dating app.

The only womanhood was ...

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

There on the floor was a duad of pink step-in. It had lace on it. One of my girl 's. I did n't lie with she had panties like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the same time. My putz throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something feminine and versed to rival. I loved peeling off a woman 's step-in and knowing I would be sliding into her pussy. I gripped the cloth tight in my hired man, the urge to just enclose it around my cock growing in me.

I could just jerk off into her step-in. What was the harm in that ?

They were my daughter 's step-in, part of me pointed out.

And ? So what ? It was n't the Lapplander as touching her directly. Just something to facilitate get me off. I shoved down my sweat pants. My cock popped out. thick and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my slam. This awful exhilaration rippled through me.

This was wrong. I knew it was abominable for me to even ponder doing this. These were my daughter 's panties. I had to be a complete sicko to desire to do this. I bit my lip, my essence buffeting in my chest.

I stroked up my shaft, the cloth sliding over my dick. This fabric had touched my girl 's skin. Her kitty. The most intimate function of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the crown. I groaned at how good it felt.

Three hebdomad without getting laid. The longest I 'd gone since my married woman divorced me.

It was unbelievable. Amazing. I could—

whang ! KNOCK ! KNOCK !

"Daddy, hurry up !"my girl said."And you better not reek it up !"

concern shooting through me. I gasped and ripped the panties from my dick. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my packer and sweat pants. They did a vain attempt to hold my erection in property, my cock throbbing. I flushed the toilet and washed my bridge player, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her booby rubbing across my thorax. My slight daughter had bosom. I groaned, my dick throbbing. I fled to the living elbow room. If I went into my bedchamber, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the Lapplander junk. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a drollery show I 'd seen a dozen meter, the IT crowd. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to ignore the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the living room and, to my impact, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her buns right on my hardon, her legs thrust over the leave alone 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 butt from side to side, grinding on me."What are you doing, Claude E. Shannon ?"

"Watching 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 think if she did ?"I like it."

She sighed and stared at me. Her rump wiggled across my lap, my peter throbbing as she did it. Her green optic studied me with this considering look. Then, to my shock, her finger's breadth stroked down my jawline.

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

Her finger stroked over my nerve, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the ladies liked a estimable mustache. She ran her finger's breadth through the hair's-breadth on my speed lip. My peter throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should grow a quarantine beard !"she exclaimed."Your mustache is great, but you could be all silvertip. Get it courteous and thick."

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

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of hombre are doing it. It 's what all the girls are into. You could have got a squeamish and thick one. Be all manly."

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

"goodness,"she said."I think you 'll search great with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this appearance sucks."She twisted on me, sliding that ass over my gumshoe, and then hopped off."If you 're watching TV, your workplace must be done, so can we go to the store ?"

"Right,"I groaned, my shaft so hard.

We went to the computer memory, masks on. It was the foreign new world we lived in. My daughter was the only if mortal who would hail close to me. Everyone else stayed back. masses were starting to look a little barbarian. No haircuts. No salon head trip for the women. Even my daughter 's whisker was beginning to bear witness planetary house of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an alibi to get out of the sign. It made her glad. It made me ache. There were a few women there, but could I mash with them ? They all had these queasy looks on their faces like they were afraid I 'd cough on them.

And it was n't the likes of 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 menage. I was still hard. Not rampagingly erect, but that pounding at the tip of my cock, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner with Claude Shannon, eating it, and watching some TV.

I had more work to do. The trouble with working from family was you never quite got away from it. Your information processing system was there with the work that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your sleeping room.

That itching for my daughter, however, never went away no matter what I did.

The pelting 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 tool hard.

This was the exclusively hazard I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my windowpane as I closed my oculus and stroked my dick. I pumped my hired hand up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to cogitate about that Madeleine doll I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. twenty-seven. Big, natural titty. Blonde fuzz. Blue center. 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 shaft. I groaned at how goodness it felt. I worked my helping hand faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the ache swelled and swelled.

Daddy, let me take in your pecker for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal girl. Shannon 's fleeceable eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth broad and sucked on my cock. I groaned at the taboo image.

My hand stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. boom crackled sharp-worded and tawdry as I worked my hand up and down my dick. I could n't stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, young charwoman. She had those round dummy and those plump down lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my cock with hunger. She feasted on my hawkshaw with the wild lustfulness of an eighteen-year-old young woman. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I could n't think of my daughter like this. She was my own flesh and pedigree, but ...

I needed to cum.

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

My dick hurtled toward my eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my girl blowing me with passion. I sucked in cryptic breath, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few more stroke. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the thunder.

"Yes,"I growled. I slid up my hammer, import from erupting. From—

footfall thudded down the hall and then my door burst open. Cursing, I pulled up my top in clip to see Claude E. Shannon burst into my bedchamber and flung herself at me. She wore a storage tank top and a brace of panties.

"Daddy !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my cover charge. Her oral sex popped out right following to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as stiff as a plug-in, my hammer tenting the front of my top. I was so aware of how naked I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning burst. Her face appeared in the strobing lighting. The scag rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her font into my shoulder. Her torso trembled beneath mine. Her leg slide over my second joint. I felt the roundness of her breast on my face as she trembled.

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

"Sorry,"she said, her phonation tight."It 's just ... Ca n't I sleep in here tonight, dad ? I do n't like it. That auditory sensation ..."

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

"There 's great deal of room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even know 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."

"time lag, that 's why you want to slumber with me ?"I asked, aching to hold back masturbating."That 's the silent affair I 've heard."

"Daddy !"she gasped."Do n't you desire to protect your footling girl by being her lightning buckler ?"

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

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

Then she rolled over, pressing her tooshie into my face, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her read/write head resting on it. I just lay beside her, so cognizant that I was naked. Hard. That her can was rubbing against me.

I do n't jazz how retentive I stared up at the ceiling immobilized by her presence. I swallowed, just wanting to slip out of bed and go to the bathroom. She shifted a few multiplication, her panty-covered rump rubbing on me.

I felt the warmth of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covering with us both. I should just go to sleep. Or, at least, I should put on some boxers. covering up. My dick pulsed and throbbed.

Ideas like masturbating flashed through my judgment. Stroking off while she slept beside me. And she was sleeping. The lightning had n't come back since I agreed to let her stay. Just the pelting and the tip. I could get wind her shallow, veritable breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My prick driving force out before me. I closed my eyes to go to log Z's. My dick throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a girl in the bed. A fille that I could enjoy.

That depraved thought grew and grew in my mind. It itched at my intellection. I shuddered, my gumshoe pulsing and throb. I swallowed, needing to keep this lustfulness from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.

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

"No !"I groaned to the iniquity at that thought. What kind of sick father was I ? That was my daughter. I could n't ram my cock into her while she slept.

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

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

I swallowed, my dick throbbing. ache. I rolled over, ineffectual to stop myself. My peter smacked into her hip. She did n't so much as stir. I shuddered, and then I pressed my gumshoe against her backside. 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 distorted Church Father 's lusts. The sleekness of her panties and the warmth of her rump beneath the fabric felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my oculus, trying not to mean it was my babe girl I was grinding on, but in the backbone of my mind, I knew it. That was my girl 's ass I ground against. Only a thin bed of cloth separated us. She slept on forgetful 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 make this feel amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my putz swelled as I felt the curved shape of her rump. I pushed my light beam 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 moment. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The mightily eruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every moment of it.

The pleasure exploded through my persuasion. I shuddered at it. I savored that fantastic clap of bliss. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her wearable. The transport consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the last of my cum on my daughter 's ass like a complete degenerate. I groaned at how slap-up it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that did n't come from my hand. inter-group communication with a cleaning woman. A girl. My daughter.

"screwing,"I groaned, enfeeblement 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 fear slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was set for the police to break in and arrest me. For my girl to be crying and traumatized. She was n't in bed when I awoke. I swallowed, frightened to leave my bedroom.

But I had to pee.

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

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

"You did n't, uh, bear in mind 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 rotund white meat of hers. She sat cross-legged, the forepart of the same purpleness panties I had dry-humped cobbler's last night molding to her young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

Did my daughter shave her pussy ? the Nazarene, she was only eighteen.

backup, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. finale Nox had been a mistake. A moment of weakness. I vowed it would never materialise again, but ... I could n't help but get turned on by my daughter over the next few days.

Every time I saw her, she was wearing shorts and a tight top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panties clinging to her fanny. My shaft would get heavily. throbbing erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just protuberance against her.

I jerked off into her panties. Twice a day, I would be in the can pumping away and hoping she would n't observe the mark. The cloth felt so good. I would rub the inner crotch against my stopcock 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. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to join me. If I needed to go to the grocery entrepot to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

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

To feel cunt around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a calendar month now without fucking a char. My girl looked more than and More ripe and succulent with every expiration hour. melodic theme of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to jail,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her tummy on the redact watching TV, her legs thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. Dainty toes I could go down on."real prison, James. occlusive that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A week after the tempest, I was asleep when the rumble of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian answer. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would descend eternal rest 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 sodding Inner Light. The roar boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shriek outburst from my daughter 's room. Then her door crashed open. The thudding pace. She did n't even knock. She just flung my doorway surface and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my cock thrusting up hard. She was so close to touching it as she cowered against me. I felt her soundbox 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 voice throaty. I felt that hunger in me."You can slip into my bed whenever you need it."

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

I just grinned and knew I would n't have to wait long. Just for her to fall asleep. She clung to me for a few More import and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her rachis. She did n't roll over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was clear she had fallen asleep after twenty minutes. I pulled back the covering and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too small for her, molding to her turn knocker. Her panties fit tight. My center had adjusted, a streetlight pouring enough illumination through my bedroom window for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her panties ...

Her panties molded to her pussy lips.

I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent spot. I licked my back talk. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her cunt. To cream and lap at her. This inspire 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 vagabond her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a backbreaking wagon-lit, but if she woke up, then I would n't get to grind on her. She might go back to her own bed. So I sat there, my cock throbbing before me, watching her sleep, hoping she would rove onto her side.

The red number on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those tits. That cameltoe. I hungered so much for her. Would it really be bad to lick my lilliputian girl 's cunt ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something nice. She was a heavy sleeper. I could just munch on her pussy. fete on her while she dreamed. My hands clenched and relaxed. My pith hammered in my pectus. 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 take a decent orgasm ? We 're stuck together. get to facilitate each former out. What 's the trauma in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never know !"

I shuddered at that thought. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her pussy and then just fuck my pecker against her panties. Just lie on her and do more than attrition. She did n't experience to be on her side for me to do that.

I surrendered to my lust. They were too strong. With care not to disturb her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panties. I licked my sass, so hungry to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to press my mouth 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 deal on her second joint. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how ardent she felt. I groaned, my heart hammer in my breast as I stroked my bridge player up her legs.

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

My hands reached her crotch. I licked my brim as I caressed the leg hole of my daughter 's panties. I was on the edge of sliding over her gusset and friction at her twat through the slim auspices. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla application.

My oral fissure salivated.

I slid my finger across the crotch of her pantie. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her twat lips. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her zany. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she have a boyfriend I did n't have sex about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her pussy, watching her look. She kept breathing her point turned to the right. Her nipple hardened. I watched them poke against the melt off tank car top. They were small push button that I could flirt with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmness bled through her panties. Her fervor. My finger grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my nose. Tangy. The perfume of her arousal. My tongue flicked across her backtalk

I pressed my face down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The heady scent of my daughter 's cunt. That lemonlike delight. I licked up her gusset, tasting the material and the lemonlike look of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her body, 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 sounds in her sleep. She slurred something, speaking in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

I grinned."I 'll give you something limited to woolgather 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 idle. I bathed the gusset plate of her pantie with my saliva. I lapped up and down her twat, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy flavor grew and grew. Her titty rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her army tank top cupped them. She had such a adorable pair. C-cups. daily round and perky and just begging to be played with.

But I had her slit to eat.

I kissed at her panties. I sucked her tangy pussy cream through the cloth. A char 's delight. My girl 's incestuous heat. luxuria surged through me. My prick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No answer. Still sleeping.

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

I yanked her step-in to the English. The tangy olfactory property of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her compressed slit. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's twat. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juices directly.

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

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her puss. I slid my tongue up and down her snatch. My lingua caressed her hot bod. I stroked up and down that fuddled slit, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her bend. I felt the grain of her labia. The silkiness of her snatch lips. They were so hot against my tongue and lips. Felt so incredible. She whimpered again. But she kept sleeping. She did n't wake up.

"You 're having a racy dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her cunt again. I slid up her incision, gathering up her incestuous juices."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let daddy make you a good one. An dumbfound one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my clapper into her groove and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her virginal membrane still. She was a virgin, but she shaved her kitty ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussies ? A shudder ran through me.

That was hot.

I licked at her virginal membrane and stroked her bend. I caressed over a little bud. Her clit. I 'd found my daughter 's clit. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to give my daughter such a luscious dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my cock against her pussy lips. I had to find that cunt against my dick. That would be everlasting. No pantie 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 tree pussy.

Her female parent was n't a virgin our outset fourth dimension. Fucking whore. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my baby female child. Just my adorable daughter. She was perfect.

I licked harder at her snatch. I feasted on her, brushing her clit over and over again. I could do this all day. Her breathing quickened. Her titty rose and fell. They were so beautiful to watch even covered up. I stared at them as I devoured her tangy cream.

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

I did n't fear her waking up. I just kept sucking on her clit. Her body twitched. Her whine grew louder and louder. She must be having a great wet aspiration. An exciting one. Her pussy juices coated my back talk and ran down my chin.

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

My dick throbbed. I needed to make Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my cock up and down her twat. Maybe I 'd bid my tip against her hymen. Just for a moment. Just to palpate a cherry cunt for once in my life.

I would n't do Thomas More than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's clit. Her head rolled from side to incline. Her thighs twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her orgasm had to be almost on her. I wanted her cream to gush into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her pussycat pick gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous warmth poured into my lips. I drank my daughter 's Virgo the Virgin juices down like I was a athirst man in the desert. I had found my haven. I closed my oculus as her body trembled. I reveled in this wicked moment.

My dick ached to be in my short female child. To just press on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't bang her, right ?

God, she was wet, though. Just so juicy. I drowned in her emollient. Her organic structure 's shudders died down, her orgasm subsiding. I just gave her cloud nine. Got her all quick. It was the perfect time for her to lose her virginity.

punter me than some shit guy who did n't manage about her, right ?

I loved Shannon. She was my baby young woman. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first time.

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

I gripped my cock and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin cuckoo. My fingers held her step-in to the side. I stared right at her cunt. I licked my back talk, the hungriness for my daughter growing and growing in me.

I just had to ram into her. Just a I jab, and I would have my daughter 's virginity. I would love her while she slept. I made her cum. She could do the same for me, right ?

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

I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet flesh against my cock. A shudder ran through me. This heat shot up my slam. My balls tightened. It was heavenly. A hungry groan rose from my throat. I shuddered as I savored this bliss.

I moved my cock down to her hymen. I felt the barrier protecting her pussy from my dick. Her untouched deepness awaited. If I did n't do it, some asshole boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, break her heart when he did n't call back, and just treat her like shit.

She deserved better.

"shucks,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even get laid ? Girls broke their virginal membrane doing other 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 lust warring inside of me. The conflict built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. Available. She loved me. She would need to help 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 snatch. Inch after in after amazing inch of her kitty-cat steep my cock. A fast, silken, astonishing nirvana. Way beneficial than that Madeleine cyprian. Or those former cleaning woman. This was a virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and Thomas More of my turncock into her pussy. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that slick friction sending pleasure rushing down to my testicle. She whimpered, her nose twitch. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her eyes opened.

I froze.

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

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

"Mmm, pop,"she moaned, this throaty audio of pleasure."What a nice dream."

Then she kissed me. My girl kissed my lips coated in her juice. She bought it. She thought this was a pipe dream. She must be still coming out of her slumber, thinking this was a continuation of the sex dreaming my pussy whacking had given her.

I kissed her with Passion. I thrust my tongue into my daughter 's mouth. I sank my weigh down on her, feeling her pinhead through her tank top, her nipples hard. Her thighs slid around my waist. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

I drew back my cock. Her hot flesh clung to my aching prick. We both moaned.

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

Our lingua danced together. They swirled and whirled about the other. It was amazing to delight. I groaned, kissing her with passionateness. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my hammer into her cunt with powerful strokes.

Her snatch clung to me. She held me tight. It was amazing to savour. I groaned into her mouth, kissing her with all the rage I had. She kissed me back. She swirled her tongue through my mouth. I loved her. I savored kissing my daughter. I never wanted this to stop.

She whimpered, her sassing kissing me back with hunger. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snatch with passion. With firmly strokes. I groaned, loving the tone of her twat wrapped around me. My egg smacked into her taint.

I slid my helping hand up her position. I pressed beneath her cooler top. I broke the kiss so I could slew up and grope her tit. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her leafy vegetable eye looking so wild. Her coat of arms went around my neck.

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

"Yes, Claude Elwood Shannon,"I groaned."Is n't it a fantastic dream ?"

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

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

My tool throbbed in her puss. Her pussy squeezed about me while I groped her tits beneath her tank top. She stared up at me with such delight in her eyes. She humped back into my thrusts, the bed creaking.

"Daddy, pop !"she moaned. It sounded so naughty."Oh, pop, I love you. I love you so much !"

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

She beamed at me.

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

Her twat squeezed about my cock as I pulled back. The sucking was incredible. I groaned, loving the way her flesh massaged me. Her hot pussy gripped me, teasing me. Her pussy felt hungry for my cum.

For my incestuous seed to pump into her snap. I thrust harder and harder into her puss. I buried into her with powerful stroking. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy kitty-cat. My daughter 's pussy felt unbelievable about me.

"Oh, Daddy, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's good. That 's amazing. pa !"

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

I drove hard into her. The aching swelled at the tip of my rooster. The mighty eruption of cum building in my glob. They smacked into her flesh every clock time I buried into her tight, sweet pussy. I groaned at her silky embracing about my shaft.

I rubbed at her mammilla with my ovolo. She gasped, her grimace scrunching up and her pussy tightening around my dick. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her weaponry shifting around my neck. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Claude Elwood Shannon gasped."pappa !"

She squealed in delight while her pussy went crazy around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the tactile property of her hot pulp spasming around me. That marvelous massage swelled the pressure in my orchis. I growled, about to flare in her.

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

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

I could enjoin her puss wanted my jizz. My ballock tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my child little girl. Her eighteen-year-old cunt brought me rightfulness to the sharpness. I groaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. I buried in deep.

Erupted.

I broke the kiss and growled,"Claude E. Shannon !"

"pa !"she squealed, my jizz jetting into her vitiate 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 turncock. Each eruption of jizz slammed bliss into my mind. It felt amazing. Stars burst across my visual sense. They danced around her smiling face. Her kitty writhed around me, milking me. She worked out my cum.

I filled her slit with my incestuous ejaculate. I groaned as I spurted a final time in her. I hit that extremum of my joy. I hung there, drinking in the seventh heaven. I sucked in breaths, my pump pounding. The line rushed through my veins.

"Oh, Daddy,"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 headland on my berm."I hope I have it every night."

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

"Good."

I closed my centre and smiled. Being quarantined with my eighteen-year-old daughter was n't so bad at all. It definitely had its fringe benefit. I held my daughter to me as I drifted off to log Z's.

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine