Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

report One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

copyright 2020

annotation : Thanks to WRC264 for beta recital this !

terzetto weeks with no women.

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

I liked my daughter. Hell, I loved my daughter, but having Shannon stuck in the house with me for three weeks was enough to get on anyone 's nerve. The but exciting place we could go was the grocery memory. And you could n't turn that into any huge quantity 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 grin on her brass. I enjoyed spending weekends with my daughter. I hooked up with women on weekday Night so it did n't cramp my style. And then she got stuck in my shoes because of the quarantine.

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

Masturbation did n't cut it, and it was hard to find any tone time to be alone and watch pornography with my daughter 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 these days. Sitting in my own office, which was just a desk in my bedroom, and having to do Zoom meetings with my coworkers and trying to stay productive when I just wanted to do nothing was hard.

She would pop in during coming together and disrupt them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to adapt, but it was frustrating when she would just flash 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 sentence you could put a puzzle together ( once being almost too many times ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three hebdomad, it was getting unendurable. 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 want Shannon to bring any disease over.

I was so horny.

"Daddy, dad !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedchamber as I sat working on a sales report. Her red hair flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a dyad 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 wooden leg ? 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 pink.

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

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

"I have to get this work done,"I said, staring at her. greenness eyes, a slender body. Her white meat 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 blase,"she moaned, her leg 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 aphrodisiac all of a sudden ? That was n't right at all. It was more than a little sleep with up."But I 'll get in trouble if I do n't get this done. Sorry."

"amercement,"she pouted."I 'll go talk of the town 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 schoolhouse assigned her looked like such fussy work. Pointless material."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 short hugging her ass.

My girl had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the news report, my cock thick and throbbing. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to finish that. But it was toilsome to decoct with my daughter 's consistence filling my mind.

It started raining. The auditory sensation drummed on the fervor escape outside of my windowpane. The metal grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my peter screaming at me for fill-in. No women to savor. No ladies to crochet up with on a dating app.

The only charwoman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would birth to be decent. I swallowed and just managed to finish the report card. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the public toilet. I closed the threshold. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

There on the story was a distich of pink panty. It had lace on it. One of my daughter 's. I did n't know she had scanty like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the same time. My shaft throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something feminine and intimate to touch. I loved peeling off a cleaning woman 's pantie and knowing I would be sliding into her kitty-cat. I gripped the cloth tight in my hired hand, the urge to just enfold it around my pecker growing in me.

I could just buck off into her panties. What was the hurt in that ?

They were my daughter 's panties, character of me pointed out.

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

This was wrong. I knew it was atrocious for me to even study doing this. These were my daughter 's panties. I had to be a fill out sicko to want to do this. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest.

I stroked up my shaft, the cloth sliding over my dick. This framework had touched my daughter 's skin. Her twat. The most internal voice of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the crown. I groaned at how good it felt.

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

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

KNOCK ! belt ! knocking !

"Daddy, hurry up !"my daughter said."And you serious not stink it up !"

veneration shot through me. I gasped and ripped the panty from my rooster. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain attempt to moderate my erecting in berth, my dick throb. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, so mindful of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the room access, and she squeezed by me. I felt her titty rubbing across my breast. My little girl had white meat. I groaned, my gumshoe throbbing. I fled to the living room. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the Saami rubble. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy display I 'd seen a XII times, the IT crowd. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to ignore the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the animation room and, to my jounce, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her rump right on my hardon, her stage poke over the left armrest of my chair, her arm going around my neck.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, my prick throbbing beneath her. Could she feel my hardon ? Did she earn 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 hawkshaw throbbing as she did it. Her fleeceable eyes studied me with this considering look. Then, to my shock, her finger stroked down my jawline.

It sent this intimate quiver 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 in effect mustache. She ran her digit through the whisker on my upper lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should uprise a quarantine beard !"she exclaimed."Your mustache is dandy, but you could be all grizzly. Get it dainty and thick."

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

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of hombre are doing it. It 's what all the girl are into. You could have a nice 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 remember about it."

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

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

We went to the depot, masquerade on. It was the foreign new world we lived in. My daughter was the entirely individual who would come in close to me. Everyone else stayed back. mass were starting to look a picayune wild. No haircuts. No beauty salon trips for the women. Even my daughter 's hair's-breadth was beginning to show signal of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the house. It made her happy. 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 like 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 upright, but that throb at the tip of my cock, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner with Claude Elwood Shannon, eating it, and watching some TV.

I had more work to do. The problem with working from rest home 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 urge for my daughter, however, never went away no subject 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 wearing apparel. I slid into bed, my dick hard.

This was the but chance I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my windowpane as I closed my eyes and stroked my cock. I pumped my hand up and down my prick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine chick I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. Twenty-seven. Big, innate breast. Blonde hair. blue devil oculus. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

I imagined her kneeling before me, her eye staring up at me as she kissed around the tip of my cock. I groaned at how dependable it felt. I worked my hand faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the aching swelled and swelled.

pa, let me blow your stopcock for you, whispered through my mind.

My phantasy shifted on me. blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely sound daughter. Shannon 's green eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my stopcock. I groaned at the taboo image.

My mitt stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. scag crackled sharply and loud as I worked my hand up and down my dick. I could n't stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, youthful woman. She had those round pinhead and those plump lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my cock with thirst. She feasted on my dick with the barbarian luxuria of an eighteen-year-old missy. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I could n't call back of my girl like this. She was my own human body and stemma, but ...

I needed to cum.

"That 's it,"I breathed, the flashing lightning illuminating my hand working up and down my dick."Just take up 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 love. I sucked in deep breather, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few to a greater extent chance event. Lightning blazed outside the window. The meth rattled from the nose drops.

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

Footsteps thudded down the foyer and then my door burst undefendable. Cursing, I pulled up my cover in time to see Shannon burst into my bedroom and chuck out herself at me. She wore a cooler top and a pair of panties.

"Daddy !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my covers. Her head popped out ripe succeeding to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as stiff as a board, my cock tenting the forepart of my covers. I was so cognizant of how naked I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning burst. Her boldness appeared in the strobing light. The roar rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her boldness into my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg slide over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her tit on my side as she trembled.

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

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

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

"There 's plenty of room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even make 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 windowpane and hits me ?"she asked."At least it 'll probably hit you over me."

"postponement, that 's why you want to catch some Z's with me ?"I asked, aching to hold open masturbating."That 's the speechless thing I 've heard."

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

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

"Thank you !"she said."You wo n't even get it on 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 fundament was rubbing against me.

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

I felt the warmth of her hide. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covers with us both. I should just go to sleep. Or, at to the lowest degree, I should put on some packer. blanket 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 rain and the wind. I could hear her shallow, regular breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my face, facing away from her. My dick knife thrust out before me. I closed my optic to go to sleep. My shaft 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 brain. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my shaft impulse and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to keep this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. declination asleep.

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

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

Other melodic theme filled my psyche. I could just ... bulge 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 panties would be in the way.

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

I swallowed, my dick throbbing. Aching. I rolled over, ineffective to finish myself. My pecker smacked into her hip. She did n't so much as stir. I shuddered, and then I pressed my dick against her nates. 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 perverted father 's lustfulness. The silkiness of her panties and the fondness of her rump beneath the framework felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my optic, trying not to recall it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the vertebral column of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I priming against. Only a slenderize level of textile separated us. She slept on unmindful 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 stimulate this feel amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The aching at the tip of my cock swelled as I felt the curve ball of her fundament. I pushed my ray of light 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 pressure built fast. It came on me in only a few hour. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The potent eructation of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every mo of it.

The joy exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful eruption of cloud nine. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her vesture. The exaltation consumed my mentation. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the last of my cum on my daughter 's ass like a complete deviate. I groaned at how great it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that did n't come from my manus. Contact with a woman. A girl. My daughter.

"shtup,"I groaned, enervation 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 fright slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was fix for the police to abound 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 room to regain her eating a bowl of cereal and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big grinning. So warm and loving. Full of delight.

"Thanks for letting me catch some Z's in your bed, dada,"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 bosom of hers. She sat cross-legged, the strawman of the same majestic panties I had dry-humped last nighttime molding to her young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

Did my girl shave her pussy ? Redeemer, she was only eighteen.

reliever, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. net nighttime had been a misapprehension. A bit of weakness. I vowed it would never happen again, but ... I could n't serve but get turned on by my daughter over the next few days.

Every time I saw her, she was wearing short circuit and a blind drunk top. Sometimes just pantie. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panty clinging to her rump. My dick would get intemperate. Throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just hump against her.

I jerked off into her panty. Twice a day, I would be in the bathroom pumping away and hoping she would n't observe the stain. The cloth felt so good. I would rub the inner privates against my cock 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 paseo outside, she would be getting dressed to fall in me. If I needed to go to the grocery store to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

My thought grew Thomas More and more fixated on Claude Elwood Shannon. On my girl. Not just dry-humping against her, but kissing her. Sucking on her titty. Eating her young twat. Sliding into her soaked pussy.

To feel cunt around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a calendar month now without fucking a woman. My daughter looked more and more ripe and succulent with every passing hour. Ideas of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to jail,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the couch view TV, her legs thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. goody toes I could draw."real number prison house, James I. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A week after the storm, I was asleep when the rumbling of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian response. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would come quietus with me ? That I would get another hazard 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 gross Light Within. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A scream burst from my daughter 's room. Then her door crashed outdoors. The thudding stride. She did n't even criticise. She just throw away my room access out-of-doors and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my tool thrusting up hard. She was so close to touching it as she cowered against me. I felt her consistency 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 slide into my bed whenever you need it."

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

I just grinned and knew I would n't consume to wait long. Just for her to fall asleep. She clung to me for a few more minute and then she rolled off of me. This clip, she stayed on her back. She did n't swan 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 armoured combat vehicle top that looked too small for her, molding to her circle breasts. Her step-in fit tight. My centre had adjusted, a streetlight pouring plenty clarification through my bedroom window for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her step-in ...

Her panties molded to her pussy lips.

I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent spot. I licked my sass. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her bitch. To lick and lap at her. This press 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 large 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 turncock throbbing before me, watching her eternal sleep, hoping she would flap onto her side.

The red turn 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 lap my niggling girl 's kitty ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something Nice. She was a heavy slumberer. I could just munch on her pussy. feast on her while she dreamed. My hands clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my chest. This was so amiss. 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 have a dainty climax ? We 're stuck together. take to help each early out. What 's the harm in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll detest me."

"She 'll never sleep together !"

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 cock against her pantie. Just lie on her and do more grinding. She did n't stimulate to be on her side for me to do that.

I surrendered to my luxuria. They were too firm. 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 backtalk, so athirst to bat her out. To eat her. I just had to beseech my lips down into her bitch and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I planted my mitt on her thigh. I stroked up and down her hot soma. I shuddered at how warm up she felt. I groaned, my heart hammering in my bureau as I stroked my workforce up her legs.

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

My hands reached her crotch. I licked my lips as I caressed the leg hole of my daughter 's panties. I was on the edge of sliding over her inset and friction at her twat through the tenuous protection. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla lotion.

My mouth salivated.

I slid my finger across the privates of her pantie. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her puss lips. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her twat. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she feature a young man 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 point turned to the rightfield. Her nipples hardened. I watched them poke against the lean armored combat vehicle top. They were small clit that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmth bled through her pantie. Her excitement. My finger grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my olfactory organ. Tangy. The scent of her rousing. 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 heady scent of my daughter 's cunt. That tangy pleasure. I licked up her gusset, tasting the material and the lemonlike look of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her soundbox, but she just kept lying there. Her chest 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, oral presentation in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

I grinned."I 'll chip in you something special to daydream about, Shannon."

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

Her tangy feel grew and grew. Her breasts rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her tank top cupped them. She had such a endearing span. C-cups. rhythm and perky and just begging to be played with.

But I had her pussy to eat.

I kissed at her panties. I sucked her tart twat cream through the textile. A woman 's joy. My daughter 's incestuous passion. lecherousness surged through me. My dick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No solvent. Still sleeping.

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

I yanked her panties to the side of meat. The tangy smell of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted optic could see her tight scratch. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's snatch. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juice directly.

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

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her twat. I slid my clapper up and down her snatch. My tongue caressed her hot form. I stroked up and down that besotted scratch, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her flexure. I felt the texture of her labia. The sleekness of her pussy rim. They were so hot against my clapper and rim. Felt so incredible. She whimpered again. But she kept sleeping. She did n't waken up.

"You 're having a spicy pipe dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her cunt again. I slid up her slit, gathering up her incestuous juices."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let dad contribute you a good one. An awful one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

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

That was hot.

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

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my cock against her pussy lips. I had to feel that twat against my dick. That would be perfect. No panty 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 pussy.

Her mother was n't a virgin our first off time. Fucking cocotte. But not my Claude E. Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my baby girl. Just my lovely daughter. She was utter.

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

My knife swirled around her clitoris. I fluttered about it. Then I sealed my brim about it and sucked on her. She gasped and bucked. Her moans echoed through the way. It resounded about us. She gripped her thighs, her sleepy-eyed love was a delight.

I did n't fear her waking up. I just kept sucking on her clitoris. Her body twitched. Her whimpers grew louder and louder. She must be having a great wet dream. An exciting one. Her pussy succus coated my lips and ran down my chin.

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

My dick throbbed. I needed to defecate Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my tool up and down her pussy. Maybe I 'd press out my tip against her Hymen. Just for a consequence. Just to feel a cherry tree bitch for once in my life.

I would n't do Thomas More than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping girl 's clit. Her forefront rolled from side of meat to side. 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 puss emollient gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous passion poured into my lips. I drank my girl 's Virgo the Virgin juices down like I was a thirsty man in the desert. I had found my oasis. I closed my middle as her torso trembled. I reveled in this wicked moment.

My dick ached to be in my niggling little girl. To just press on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't fuck her, right ?

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

Better me than some bunghole guy who did n't like about her, right ?

I loved Claude Shannon. She was my child miss. I wanted what was best for her. A painless initiative time.

I squeezed my middle shut and ripped my head from her private parts."Christ,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

I gripped my cock and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, vestal twat. My fingers held her pantie to the English. I stared right at her cunt. I licked my sassing, the hungriness for my daughter growing and growing in me.

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

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

I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet pulp against my cock. A shudder ran through me. This heating shot up my diaphysis. My orchis 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 depths awaited. If I did n't do it, some cocksucker boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, break her mettle when he did n't forebode back, and just address her like shit.

She deserved better.

"Shit,"I groaned, wanting to pierce. I mean, what was the hurt if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even have it off ? Girls broke their maidenhead doing other things all clip, right ?

I pushed against that membrane. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so much. Her face scrunched up. She whimpered. Her physical structure twitched. I swallowed, veneration and lecherousness warring inside of me. The struggle built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. usable. She loved me. She would need 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 snatch. Inch after inch after amazing inch of her snatch engulfed my cock. A tight, silky, pose paradise. Way better than that Madeleine whore. Or those other cleaning lady. This was a virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking More and More of my cock into her pussy. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that slick rubbing sending delight rushing down to my testicle. She whimpered, her nose vellication. I leaned over her, staring down at her brass. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her heart opened.

I froze.

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

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

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

Then she kissed me. My girl kissed my back talk coated in her succus. She bought it. She thought this was a dream. She must be still coming out of her eternal rest, thinking this was a continuation of the sex aspiration my pussy licking had given her.

I kissed her with rage. I thrust my natural language into my daughter 's sassing. I sank my weigh down on her, feeling her dumbbell through her storage 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 physical body clung to my aching shaft. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my girl 's pussy. I made such gratifying beloved to my little young woman. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every last second gear of pumping away at my small girl 's astound twat.

Our glossa danced together. They swirled and whirled about the former. It was amazing to delight. I groaned, kissing her with passion. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my tool into her pussy with potent strokes.

Her cunt 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 knife through my sass. I loved her. I savored kissing my daughter. I never wanted this to stop.

She whimpered, her backtalk kissing me back with thirst. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her pussy with Passion of Christ. With hard strokes. I groaned, loving the tactile property of her twat wrapped around me. My orb smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her slope. I pressed beneath her tank top. I broke the kiss so I could slip up and grope her tits. I squeezed her knocker. She stared up at me, her greens eyes looking so wild. Her weapon system went around my neck.

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy, pappa !"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 snatch."Shannon. You 're so sexy."

She beamed at me.

"So arrant. So gorgeous."I squeezed her mammilla."Just adorable."

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

For my incestuous source to pump into her snatch. I thrust harder and harder into her twat. I buried into her with herculean solidus. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy slit. My daughter 's snatch felt incredible about me.

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

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

I drove hard into her. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. The mighty eruption of cum building in my clump. They smacked into her chassis every meter I buried into her tight, sweet kitty. I groaned at her slick embracement about my shaft.

I rubbed at her pap with my pollex. She gasped, her look scrunching up and her puss tightening around my dick. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her arms shifting around my neck. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."pappa !"

She squealed in delight while her snatch went groundless around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the flavour of her hot flesh spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the pressure in my balls. I growled, about to break out in her.

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

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

I could tell her fathead wanted my jizz. My balls tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my babe young woman. Her eighteen-year-old snatch brought me right hand 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 E. Shannon !"

"daddy !"she squealed, my jizz jetting into her spoil slit."You 're cumming in me !"

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

"honey you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my stopcock. Each eruption of jizz slammed bliss into my psyche. It felt amazing. star topology 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 meter in her. I hit that tiptop of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breaths, my heart pounding. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, Daddy,"she whimpered, her twat '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 slope."Mmm, that was a great dream."She rested her head on my shoulder."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 daughter was n't so bad at all. It definitely had its perk. I held my girl to me as I drifted off to kip.

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine