Incestuous story of the Quarantine

tale One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading material this !

Three hebdomad with no women.

tercet calendar week with my daughter stuck in my apartment thanks to the quarantine.

I liked my daughter. Hell, I loved my girl, but having Claude Elwood Shannon stuck in the house with me for three weeks was enough to get on anyone 's spunk. The simply exciting place we could go was the food market storage. And you could n't turn that into any immense amount of time.

My wife and I were divorced. Even though she was eighteen, she would stay with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smile on her case. I enjoyed spending weekends with my daughter. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it did n't cramp my style. And then she got stuck in my place because of the quarantine.

Now it had been three hebdomad without any activity, and I was getting horny.

onanism did n't cut it, and it was heavily to find any tone time to be alone and watch smut with my girl in the apartment. If she was n't in her own 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 home plate these daytime. Sitting in my own function, which was just a desk in my sleeping room, and having to do soar encounter with my coworkers and trying to stay productive when I just wanted to do nothing was hard.

She would pop in during meetings and disrupt them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to adjust, 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 puzzler together ( once being almost too many times ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three hebdomad, it was getting intolerable. I needed to get position, 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 desire Shannon to get any disease over.

I was so horny.

"dada, pop !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedroom as I sat working on a sales agreement story. Her red hair flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a twain of cockeyed drawers and a storage 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 flowing legs ? I know she was only XVIII, but ... that fetching midriff. I could see her bellybutton. She thrust her bare metrical unit in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming pink.

She had spent the morning painting them. I had hoped it would engage 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. cat valium eyes, a slender trunk. Her breasts were ripe, though. They thrust up cupped by her armored combat vehicle top. Was she even wearing a bra ?"I 'm dreary. It 's work."

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

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

"mulct,"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 looked like such busy work. Pointless stuff and nonsense."I 'll let you work. But can we go to the computer memory 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 report, my pecker thick and pounding. It swelled the front line of my sweatpants. I glanced at the written report. I really had to finish that. But it was backbreaking to centralise with my girl 's eubstance filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the fire escape outside of my window. The alloy grating rattled while my pecker throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my dick shrieking at me for relief. No women to enjoy. No ladies to rob up with on a geological dating app.

The sole adult female was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hired hand. It would have to be enough. I swallowed and just managed to polish off the report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the restroom. I closed the room access. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

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

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something feminine and knowledgeable to advert. I loved peeling off a charwoman 's panties and knowing I would be sliding into her pussy. I gripped the cloth tight in my script, the itch to just wrap it around my peter growing in me.

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

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

And ? So what ? It was n't the same as touching her directly. Just something to help get me off. I shoved down my sweat pants. My shaft popped out. thick and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my calamus. This direful excitement rippled through me.

This was wrong. I knew it was terrible for me to even contemplate doing this. These were my daughter 's step-in. I had to be a consummate sicko to desire to do this. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest.

I stroked up my peter, the cloth sliding over my dick. This fabric had touched my daughter 's skin. Her pussy. The most intimate office of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the Crown. I groaned at how unspoiled it felt.

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

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

smash ! bang ! bash !

"dad, hurry up !"my girl said."And you proficient not stink it up !"

Fear dead reckoning through me. I gasped and ripped the pantie from my dick. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain endeavor to hold my erection in plaza, my shaft throbbing. I flushed the toilette and washed my hands, 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 relate her step-in. That was going too far.

I opened the threshold, and she squeezed by me. I felt her booby rubbing across my chest. My little girl had breasts. I groaned, my prick throbbing. I fled to the support room. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the Sami junk. The same good word as always. I groaned and then just put on a funniness show I 'd seen a XII prison term, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to ignore the pounding in my dick.

Then my girl rushed into the sustenance room and, to my shock, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her fundament right on my hardon, her legs thrust over the left armrest of my chair, her arm going around my neck.

"Claude E. Shannon ?"I asked, shocked to sense the embonpoint of her rump on my cock. Then I groaned as she wiggled. She rubbed her cigaret from side to side, grinding on me."What are you doing, Shannon ?"

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

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

She sighed and stared at me. Her nates wiggled across my lap, my hawkshaw throbbing as she did it. Her Green River eye studied me with this considering facial expression. Then, to my shock, her digit stroked down my jawline.

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

Her finger stroked over my cheek, rasping over my stalk, and then stroked my moustache. I learned the dame liked a honorable mustache. She ran her digit through the whiskers on my pep pill lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should develop a quarantine whiskers !"she exclaimed."Your mustache is great, but you could be all grizzly. Get it gracious and thick."

"A quarantine face fungus ?"I asked, sounding more than a little discombobulate by her idea.

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of guys are doing it. It 's what all the female child are into. You could have a courteous 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 recall about it."

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

"right field,"I groaned, my putz so hard.

We went to the store, masquerade party on. It was the unusual new earthly concern we lived in. My daughter was the alone person who would come in close to me. Everyone else stayed back. People were starting to look a niggling barbarian. No haircuts. No beauty parlor head trip for the womanhood. Even my daughter 's hair was beginning to testify signs of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an self-justification to get out of the mansion. It made her happy. It made me aching. There were a few charwoman there, but could I mash with them ? They all had these nervous spirit on their faces like they were afraid I 'd cough on them.

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

In the end, my daughter and I returned to the home. I was still hard. Not rampagingly raise, but that throb at the tip of my cock, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner party with Claude Shannon, eating it, and watching some TV.

I had more work to do. The problem with working from dwelling house was you never quite got away from it. Your computer was there with the work 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 hint 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 pecker hard.

This was the only chance I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my optic and stroked my tool. I pumped my hand up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to intend about that Madeleine doll I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. Twenty-seven. Big, innate tits. blonde tomentum. blueness eyes. 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 cock. I groaned at how trade good it felt. I worked my hand faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the ache swelled and swelled.

pappa, let me nurse your turncock for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. Blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal girl. Shannon 's commons optic sparkled as she opened her rima oris wide of the mark and sucked on my cock. I groaned at the taboo image.

My hand stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled sharp and loud as I worked my bridge player up and down my dick. I could n't stop myself. Claude E. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, young woman. She had those round boobs and those flesh out lips.

In my fancy, she sucked my cock with hunger. She feasted on my putz with the godforsaken lecherousness of an eighteen-year-old girl. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I could n't think of my daughter 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 tool."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 daughter blowing me with warmth. I sucked in rich breaths, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few to a greater extent cam stroke. Lightning blazed outside the window. The shabu rattled from the thunder.

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

Footsteps thudded down the hall and then my threshold flare-up open. Cursing, I pulled up my covers in time to see Shannon burst into my bedroom and flung herself at me. She wore a armored combat vehicle top and a pair of panty.

"daddy !"she squealed in fearfulness and burrowed beneath my concealment. Her head popped out right next to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as stiff as a control panel, my cock tenting the front of my book binding. I was so aware of how bare I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning burst. Her face appeared in the strobing light source. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her facial expression into my shoulder. Her torso trembled beneath mine. Her leg slide over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her breasts on my incline as she trembled.

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

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

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

"There 's sight of room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even sleep together 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 hits me ?"she asked."At to the lowest degree it 'll probably hit you over me."

"hold, that 's why you want to sleep with me ?"I asked, aching to keep masturbating."That 's the dumb thing I 've heard."

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

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

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

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

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

I felt the warmness of her peel. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the masking with us both. I should just go to slumber. Or, at least, I should put on some bagger. Cover up. My hawkshaw pulsed and throbbed.

Ideas like masturbating flashed through my mind. 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 rainfall and the tip. I could listen her shallow, habitue breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My dick thrust out before me. I closed my center 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 creative thinker. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my dick pulsing and pounding. I swallowed, needing to hold back this lecherousness from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. dip asleep.

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

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

other idea filled my intellect. I could just ... hump against her ass. Just grinding my dick into her. I could simulate I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping would n't even mean touching her. Not directly. Her pantie would be in the way.

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

I swallowed, my putz pounding. ache. I rolled over, unable to finish myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She did n't so often as flurry. I shuddered, and then I pressed my pecker against her rump. Right on her panty-clad ass. I just had to rub against her now.

I thrust forward. I fought the moan as I dry-humped against my girl 's ass. She slept, oblivious to her demoralise father 's lusts. The silkiness of her pantie and the lovingness of her hind end beneath the material felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

Physical striking with a ... a ... a female. A girl. My daughter.

I closed my eyes, trying not to suppose it was my infant young lady I was grinding on, but in the back of my idea, I knew it. That was my girl 's ass I ground against. Only a flimsy stratum of material 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 make this flavour amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the breaking ball of her hindquarters. I pushed my shaft in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the groove of her crack.

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

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

The delight exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful eruption of blissfulness. My testicle emptied themselves, soaking her wear. The raptus consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the conclusion of my cum on my girl 's ass like a complete pervert. I groaned at how majuscule it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that did n't come from my hand. physical contact with a fair sex. A girl. My daughter.

"fuck,"I groaned, enervation hitting me hard.

I rolled onto my spinal column and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the fear slapped me. I had molested my girl. I was ready for the police to erupt in and arrest me. For my daughter to be crying and traumatized. She was n't in bed when I awoke. I swallowed, frightened to get out my bedroom.

But I had to pee.

I pulled on some sweatpants and headed out. I heard the TV on. I peeked into the keep way to incur her eating a bowl of grain and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smile. So warmly and loving. Full of delight.

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

"You did n't, uh, 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 round off breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front line of the same royal pantie I had dry-humped go dark molding to her young shape. She had a cameltoe.

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

Relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. final stage night had been a mistake. A instant of weakness. I vowed it would never find again, but ... I could n't help but get turned on by my girl over the next few days.

Every clip I saw her, she was wearing shorts and a mingy top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panties clinging to her tush. My dick would get strong. Throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just hump against her.

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

I wanted her. Craved her. Was lodge with her. There was no evasion. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to conjoin me. If I needed to go to the food market store to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

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

To feel cunt around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a cleaning lady. My daughter looked more and more ripe and succulent with every passing hr. melodic theme of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to jug,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the couch watching TV, her wooden leg thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. goody toes I could suck."Real prison, James IV. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A week after the storm, I was asleep when the grumbling of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian reaction. A electrical storm. Did that mean value that my daughter would arrive 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 luminosity. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shrill volley from my daughter 's room. Then her door crashed open. The thudding pace. She did n't even knock. She just throw out my door open 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 body 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 representative throaty. I felt that thirst in me."You can splay 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 have to wait long. Just for her to fall asleep. She clung to me for a few Thomas More here and now and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her vertebral column. She did n't roll over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was clean-cut she had fallen asleep after twenty minutes. I pulled back the cover version and stared at her. She wore a armored combat vehicle top that looked too pocket-size for her, molding to her round breasts. Her scanty fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a streetlight pouring enough miniature through my bedroom window for me to see. My girl quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her step-in ...

Her panties molded to her puss lips.

I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent berth. I licked my lips. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her bitch. 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 belly. Could I roll her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a heavy sleeper, 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 slumber, hoping she would ramble 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 a lot for her. Would it really be bad to lap up my little girl 's twat ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something gracious. She was a cloggy wagon-lit. I could just munch on her puss. fete on her while she dreamed. My custody clenched and relaxed. My warmness hammered in my dresser. This was so wrong. So fucked up.

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

I licked my lips.

"Exactly,"I whispered back to myself."Does n't she deserve to consume a nice orgasm ? We 're stuck together. Have to help each other out. What 's the damage in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll detest me."

"She 'll never have a go at it !"

I shuddered at that thought process. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her kitty-cat and then just fuck my tool against her scanty. Just lie on her and do more detrition. She did n't get to be on her face 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 daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those aphrodisiac panties. I licked my back talk, so hungry to lap up her out. To eat her. I just had to press my back talk 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 manpower on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how warm up she felt. I groaned, my philia pounding in my chest of drawers as I stroked my hands up her legs.

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

My hands reached her crotch. I licked my lips as I caressed the leg hole of my girl 's pantie. I was on the edge of sliding over her gusset and friction at her puss through the dilute protection. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla lotion.

My back talk salivated.

I slid my fingerbreadth across the crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle joint into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her puss rim. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her twat. 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 face. She kept breathing her head turned to the rightfield. Her nipples hardened. I watched them poke against the thin tank top. They were small push that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmth bled through her panty. Her excitement. My fingerbreadth grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my nose. Tangy. The odor 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 fragrance of her. The rash odor of my girl 's snatch. That lemony delectation. I licked up her gusset plate, tasting the framework and the tangy nip of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her consistency, 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 strait 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 textile, feeling her slit through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so wild. I bathed the gusset of her panties with my spittle. I lapped up and down her dent, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy flavor grew and grew. Her boob rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her cooler top cupped them. She had such a lovely pair. C-cups. round of golf and perky and just begging to be played with.

But I had her pussy to eat.

I kissed at her scanty. I sucked her tangy pussy cream through the cloth. A womanhood 's joy. My daughter 's incestuous passion. luxuria surged through me. My gumshoe ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No answer. Still sleeping.

I slid my fingerbreadth into her leg hole and groaned as I touched my daughter 's shaved puss directly. I caressed over her plump vulva and found her taut pussy. succus coated my finger. She was so hot and wet. She needed this.

I yanked her scanty to the English. The tangy aroma of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted center could see her fuddled 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 air me to hell. No cop bursts burst through the door.

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her goof. I slid my tongue up and down her kidnapping. My clapper caressed her hot flesh. I stroked up and down that tight slit, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her folds. I felt the texture of her labia. The silkiness of her slit lips. They were so hot against my tongue and back talk. Felt so incredible. 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 puss again. I slid up her scratch, gathering up her incestuous juice."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let Daddy give you a effective one. An baffle one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my tongue into her groove and stroked across a tissue layer. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her maidenhead still. She was a virgin, but she shaved her twat ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussies ? A frisson ran through me.

That was hot.

I licked at her hymen and stroked her folds. I caressed over a slight bud. Her clit. I 'd found my daughter 's button. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to give my daughter such a delicious dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my cock against her slit lips. I had to feel that twat against my prick. That would be staring. No panties in the way. I kept them yanked to the side as I licked at her virgin twat.

Her succus tasted even better without anything in the way.

It turned me on to eat her cherry tree pussy.

Her mother was n't a virgin our first base prison term. Fucking whore. But not my Claude E. Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my sister young woman. Just my adorable girl. She was perfect.

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

My tongue swirled around her clitoris. I fluttered about it. Then I sealed my lips 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 love was a delight.

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

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

My gumshoe throbbed. I needed to form Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my rooster up and down her pussy. Maybe I 'd press my tip against her hymen. Just for a mo. Just to sense a cherry tree slit for once in my life.

I would n't do Sir Thomas More than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's clit. Her head rolled from incline to incline. Her second joint 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 pussy pick gushed out.

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

My prick ached to be in my trivial girl. To just press on her cherry tree and ... and ...

I could n't fuck her, right ?

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

punter me than some cocksucker guy who did n't like about her, right ?

I loved Shannon. She was my child girl. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first fourth dimension.

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

I gripped my putz and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin cuckoo. My fingers held her panties to the incline. I stared right at her cunt. I licked my lips, the hunger for my daughter growing and growing in me.

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

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

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

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

She deserved better.

"Shit,"I groaned, wanting to push up. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even know ? Girls broke their hymens doing early thing 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. uncommitted. She loved me. She would want 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 snap. Inch after in after amazing in of her snatch engulfed my cock. A fuddled, silky, amazing heaven. Way sound than that Madeleine whore. Or those other women. This was a virgin twat.

My girl 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and to a greater extent of my hammer into her pussy. Her hot figure caressed my tip, that silky clash sending pleasure rushing down to my balls. She whimpered, her scent vellication. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her heart opened.

I froze.

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

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

"Mmm, Daddy,"she moaned, this throaty auditory sensation of pleasance."What a nice dream."

Then she kissed me. My daughter kissed my lip coated in her juices. She bought it. She thought this was a ambition. She must be still coming out of her eternal sleep, thinking this was a prolongation of the sex dream my puss trouncing had given her.

I kissed her with passion. I thrust my spit into my daughter 's mouth. I sank my matter down on her, feeling her dumbbell through her tank top, her mammilla hard. Her thigh slid around my waist. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

I drew back my cock. Her hot pulp clung to my aching peter. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussy. I made such sweet beloved to my little girlfriend. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every last moment of pumping away at my little young woman 's amazing twat.

Our clapper danced together. They swirled and whirled about the early. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned, kissing her with mania. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my stopcock into her twat with powerful strokes.

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

She whimpered, her lips kissing me back with thirstiness. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snatch with cacoethes. With hard diagonal. I groaned, loving the feel of her cunt wrapped around me. My balls smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her incline. I pressed beneath her tank top. I broke the kiss so I could slide up and grope her titmouse. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her Green River optic looking so wild. Her munition went around my neck.

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

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

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

I shuddered, savoring her hot physical body being wrapped around me. She felt incredible. Just a joy for me to savour it. I pumped away at her with hard strokes. I buried into her cunt again and again. I slammed to the hilt in her.

My cock throbbed in her cunt. Her pussycat squeezed about me while I groped her titty beneath her army tank top. She stared up at me with such delectation in her optic. She humped back into my poking, the bed creaking.

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

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

She beamed at me.

"So double-dyed. So gorgeous."I squeezed her tits."Just adorable."

Her slit squeezed about my cock as I pulled back. The suction was unbelievable. I groaned, loving the way her anatomy massaged me. Her hot cunt gripped me, teasing me. Her snatch felt hungry for my cum.

For my incestuous seed to pump into her bit. I thrust harder and harder into her cunt. I buried into her with mighty cerebrovascular accident. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy snatch. My daughter 's cunt felt unbelievable about me.

"Oh, Daddy, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's honorable. 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 shaft. The right eruption of cum building in my balls. They smacked into her physique every time I buried into her tight, sweet pussy. I groaned at her silky bosom about my shaft.

I rubbed at her nipples with my thumb. She gasped, her face scrunching up and her kitty-cat tightening around my dick. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her weapon system shifting around my neck. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

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

She squealed in delight while her pussy went natural state around me. I thrust into her snatch, groaning at the spirit of her hot material body spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the pressure in my balls. I growled, about to burst in her.

"Oh, Daddy, yes !"she squealed, her branch around my cervix pulling me down.

I slipped my hands out from beneath her storage tank top to kiss her hard on the brim. I thrust my tongue into her sass. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me, her snatch writhing around my dick. I pumped harder at her. Faster.

I could say her slit wanted my jizz. My balls tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my baby missy. Her eighteen-year-old bitch brought me right field to the edge. I groaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. I buried in deep.

Erupted.

I broke the candy kiss and growled,"Claude Elwood Shannon !"

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

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

"dearest you !"she moaned.

The joy fired out of my hammer. Each eruption of jizz slammed bliss into my creative thinker. It felt amazing. lead burst across my vision. They danced around her smiling face. Her pussy 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 examination time in her. I hit that peak of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the cloud nine. I sucked in breaths, my pith pounding. The parentage rushed through my veins.

"Oh, Daddy,"she whimpered, her pussy '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 groovy dream."She rested her capitulum on my shoulder."I hope I have it every night."

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

"Good."

I closed my oculus and smiled. Being quarantined with my eighteen-year-old daughter was n't so bad at all. It definitely had its perquisite. I held my girl to me as I drifted off to slumber.

The END of this Incestuous narration of the Quarantine