Incestuous tarradiddle of the Quarantine

Story One : Quarantined with His Nubile girl

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

tone : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading material this !

Three week with no women.

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

I liked my girl. nether region, I loved my daughter, but having Shannon stuck in the business firm with me for three workweek was enough to get on anyone 's spunk. The sole exciting place we could go was the food market store. 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 stick with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smile on her face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my girl. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it did n't cramp my flair. And then she got stuck in my place because of the quarantine.

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

Masturbation did n't cut it, and it was arduous to find any caliber clock time to be alone and watch porno with my daughter in the apartment. If she was n't in her own elbow room, she was in the animation elbow 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 day. 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 stick around productive when I just wanted to do nada was hard.

She would pop in during get 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 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 fourth dimension you could put a puzzle together ( once being almost too many meter ). 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, dada !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedroom as I sat working on a sale write up. Her red whisker flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a pair of tight boxers and a tank top that slid up her belly."I 'm so bored."

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

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

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

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

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

"I know,"I said, trying to be patient. My cock was getting so hard. God, what was wrong with me ? Why was I finding my daughter so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't right at all. It was more than a little fucked up."But I 'll get in hassle 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 handle. What her school assigned her looked like such busy oeuvre. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you forge. 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 boxershorts hugging her ass.

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the report, my hammer thick and throbbing. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report card. I really had to stop that. But it was hard to boil down with my girl 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the fire escape outside of my window. The alloy grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the papers, my dick screaming at me for substitute. No cleaning woman to love. No ladies to snarf up with on a dating app.

The only womanhood was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my paw. It would have to be plenty. I swallowed and just managed to end the composition. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the restroom. I closed the door. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

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

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

I could just yank off into her scanty. What was the harm in that ?

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

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

This was incorrectly. I knew it was horrendous for me to even study doing this. These were my daughter 's panty. I had to be a complete sicko to want to do this. I bit my lip, my heart throb in my chest.

I stroked up my cock, the fabric sliding over my tool. This fabric had touched my daughter 's skin. Her puss. The most intimate part of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the crown. I groaned at how good it felt.

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

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

KNOCK ! smash ! whack !

"dad, hurry up !"my daughter said."And you better not stink it up !"

reverence nip through me. I gasped and ripped the pantie from my stopcock. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain try to hold my erection in space, my cock throb. I flushed the pot and washed my hands, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her dope rubbing across my chest of drawers. My minuscule little girl had breasts. I groaned, my gumshoe pounding. I fled to the bread and butter elbow 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 have an erection through. I turned on the TV, loaded up Netflix, and searched for something to watch.

It felt like all the Lapp debris. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a funniness show I 'd seen a dozen multiplication, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my lounger, struggling to snub the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the living way and, to my seismic disturbance, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her rump right hand 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 feel the plumpness of her rump on my hammer. Then I groaned as she wiggled. She rubbed her butt from slope to side, grinding on me."What are you doing, Claude E. Shannon ?"

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

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

She sighed and stared at me. Her keister wiggled across my lap, my dick pounding as she did it. Her jet centre studied me with this considering look. Then, to my shock absorber, her finger's breadth stroked down my jawline.

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

Her finger stroked over my cheek, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the ladies liked a good mustache. She ran her digit through the whiskers on my speed lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Claude Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should produce a quarantine face fungus !"she exclaimed."Your moustache is great, but you could be all Ursus horribilis. Get it nice and thick."

"A quarantine beard ?"I asked, sounding Sir Thomas More than a footling bemused by her idea.

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of guys are doing it. It 's what all the girls are into. You could own 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 face fungus. I 'll think about it."

"Good,"she said."I think you 'll look not bad with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this show sucks."She twisted on me, sliding that rump over my dick, and then hopped off."If you 're watching TV, your work must be done, so can we go to the memory ?"

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

We went to the store, masks on. It was the strange new world we lived in. My daughter was the alone person who would come close to me. Everyone else stayed back. People were starting to seem a petty rampantly. No haircuts. No salon trips for the womanhood. Even my daughter 's hair was beginning to show signs of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the business firm. It made her happy. It made me ache. There were a few adult female there, but could I flirt with them ? They all had these unquiet smell on their faces like they were afraid I 'd cough on them.

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

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

I had more work to do. The problem with working from dwelling 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 itchiness for my girl, however, never went away no matter what I did.

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

This was the only opportunity I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my center and stroked my putz. I pumped my helping hand up and down my putz. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine bird I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. Twenty-seven. Big, natural tits. Blonde hair. blue centre. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

I imagined her kneeling before me, her oculus staring up at me as she kissed around the tip of my cock. I groaned at how beneficial it felt. I worked my bridge player faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the ache swelled and swelled.

Daddy, let me soak up your cock for you, whispered through my mind.

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

My deal stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled abrupt and aloud as I worked my manus up and down my gumshoe. I could n't stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, Young charwoman. She had those round boobs and those plump lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my rooster with hungriness. She feasted on my dick with the wild lust of an eighteen-year-old girl. I groaned, knowing this was improper. I could n't recollect of my daughter like this. She was my own physique and blood, but ...

I needed to cum.

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

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

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

Footsteps thudded down the hall and then my threshold burst undetermined. Cursing, I pulled up my covers in clock time to see Shannon burst into my bedroom and toss away herself at me. She wore a tank top and a dyad of pantie.

"papa !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my covering. Her head popped out proper next to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as stiff as a board, my cock tenting the front of my blanket. I was so aware of how au naturel I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning burst. Her look appeared in the strobing luminance. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her brass into my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg sloping trough over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her breasts on my slope as she trembled.

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

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

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

"There 's plenitude of room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even cognize 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 to the lowest degree it 'll probably hit you over me."

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

"pop !"she gasped."Do n't you want to protect your picayune daughter by being her lightning shield ?"

I groaned. Her green optic stared at me. They had a gleam about them in the wickedness, catching the faint 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 rump into my position, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her chief resting on it. I just lay beside her, so cognisant that I was naked. Hard. That her rump was rubbing against me.

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

I felt the warmth of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the binding with us both. I should just go to kip. Or, at least, I should put on some boxers. Cover up. My dick 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 stay. Just the rain and the wind. I could see her shallow, fixture breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My dick jabbing out before me. I closed my eyes to go to log Z's. My hawkshaw 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 head. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my dick pulsing and throb. I swallowed, needing to keep this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.

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

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

Other approximation 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 scanty would be in the way.

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

I swallowed, my dick throbbing. aching. I rolled over, unable to stop myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She did n't so practically as stir. I shuddered, and then I pressed my peter against her ass. 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 daughter 's ass. She slept, forgetful to her abuse male parent 's lusts. The silkiness of her panty and the affectionateness of her hindquarters beneath the fabric felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

Physical touch with a ... a ... a female. A little girl. My daughter.

I closed my eyes, trying not to think it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the back of my judgement, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I ground against. Only a thin layer 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 feel amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the curve of her posterior. 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 sensation built fast. It came on me in only a few minutes. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The knock-down 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 blast of cloud nine. My testis emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The rapture consumed my thought process. I groaned. Hit that peak.

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

"Fuck,"I groaned, exhaustion hitting me hard.

I rolled onto my back and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the concern slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was ready for the police to explode 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 lead my bedroom.

But I had to pee.

I pulled on some sweat pants and headed out. I heard the TV on. I peeked into the living room to ascertain her eating a roll of cereal grass and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smile. So warm and loving. full-of-the-moon of delight.

"Thanks for letting me slumber in your bed, pop,"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 round breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front of the same purple pantie I had dry-humped final stage nighttime molding to her young figure. She had a cameltoe.

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

Relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. hold up night had been a mistake. A moment of weakness. I vowed it would never go on again, but ... I could n't help but get turned on by my daughter over the side by side few days.

Every clip 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 scanty clinging to her rump. My pecker would get severely. Throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just bump against her.

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

I wanted her. Craved her. Was gravel with her. There was no leak. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to link up me. If I needed to go to the grocery stock to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

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

To sense cunt around my tool again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a cleaning lady. My daughter looked more and to a greater extent 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 breadbasket on the couch watching TV, her legs thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. delicacy toes I could suck."real prison house, James. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A week after the storm, I was asleep when the gang fight of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian response. A electric storm. Did that mean value that my daughter would come quietus with me ? That I would get another fortune to dry-hump against her ?

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

Lightning flooded my way with unadulterated light. The hell dust boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A pipe salvo from my daughter 's room. Then her room access crashed loose. The thudding footsteps. She did n't even criticise. She just toss away my door open and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flare and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my cock thrusting up hard. She was so unaired 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 phonation throaty. I felt that thirstiness in me."You can skid 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 have to wait long. Just for her to strike asleep. She clung to me for a few more moments and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her binding. She did n't roll out over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was pass she had fallen asleep after twenty minutes. I pulled back the top and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too minuscule for her, molding to her bout titty. Her panty fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a street lamp pouring enough illumination through my bedroom windowpane for me to see. My girl quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her pantie ...

Her panties molded to her pussy lips.

I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent patch. I licked my back talk. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her bitch. To lap 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 tummy. Could I roll her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a heavy sleeper goby, but if she woke up, then I would n't get to labor 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 roll 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 little daughter 's pussy ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something nice. She was a intemperate sleeper. I could just munch on her pussy. Feast on her while she dreamed. My hands clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my thorax. This was so incorrectly. So fuck up.

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

I licked my lips.

"Exactly,"I whispered back to myself."Does n't she merit to have a nice orgasm ? We 're stuck together. Have to serve each other out. What 's the harm in it ?"

"prison. 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 cunt and then just fuck my cock against her panty. Just lie on her and do more grinding. She did n't birth to be on her side for me to do that.

I surrendered to my lust. They were too inviolable. With care not to interrupt her, I moved between my sleeping girl 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panty. I licked my lip, so athirst to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to press my rim down into her cunt and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I planted my hands on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how tender she felt. I groaned, my marrow pound in my chest as I stroked my deal up her legs.

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

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

My mouth salivated.

I slid my digit across the genitalia of her panty. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her pussy backtalk. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her twat. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she ingest a boyfriend I did n't know about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her pussy, watching her human face. She kept breathing her head turned to the right field. Her nipples hardened. I watched them horn in against the thin tank top. They were little release that I could trifle with.

But I was at her pussy.

A heat bled through her scanty. 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 aroma of her arousal. My knife flicked across her back talk

I pressed my cheek down. I rubbed into her scanty and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The intoxicating scent of my daughter 's bitch. That lemonlike delight. I licked up her gusset, tasting the material and the tangy flavour of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her physical structure, 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 eternal sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

I grinned."I 'll give you something particular to woolgather about, Shannon."

I licked at her panties again. I stroked my knife up the framework, feeling her cunt through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so natural state. I bathed the gusset of her pantie with my spit. I lapped up and down her twat, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy flavor grew and grew. Her breasts rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her tankful 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 slit to eat.

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

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

No reply. Still sleeping.

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

I yanked her panties to the side. The tangy odor of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her sloshed slit. That vestal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's goof. Right on her snatch. I tasted her tangy juice directly.

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

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

Then I pressed into her folds. I felt the grain of her labia. The silkiness of her cunt brim. They were so hot against my tongue and backtalk. Felt so incredible. She whimpered again. But she kept sleeping. She did n't arouse up.

"You 're having a naughty dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her cunt again. I slid up her pussy, gathering up her incestuous succus."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let pappa give you a good one. An amazing one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my spit into her groove and stroked across a tissue layer. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her hymen still. She was a Virgo the Virgin, but she shaved her kitty-cat ? Did girls her age just all shave their snatch ? A quiver ran through me.

That was hot.

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

Then I would dry prominence on her. Just rub my stopcock against her pussy rim. I had to feel that cunt against my gumshoe. That would be pure. 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 female parent was n't a virgin our first prison term. Fucking whore. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a cocotte. Oh, no, she was my baby girl. Just my lovely daughter. She was unadulterated.

I licked harder at her twat. I feasted on her, brushing her clit over and over again. I could do this all day. Her breathing renovate. 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 tongue swirled around her clit. I fluttered about it. Then I sealed my back talk about it and sucked on her. She gasped and bucked. Her moans echoed through the room. It resounded about us. She gripped her second joint, her sleepy passion was a delight.

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

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

My dick throbbed. I needed to make Claude E. Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my prick up and down her pussy. Maybe I 'd constrict my tip against her hymen. Just for a minute. Just to find a cerise cunt for once in my life.

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

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's button. Her head rolled from side to position. Her thighs twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her sexual climax had to be almost on her. I wanted her ointment to gush into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her puss cream gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous rage 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 oasis. I closed my center as her soundbox trembled. I reveled in this wicked moment.

My putz ached to be in my piddling young lady. To just press on her cerise and ... and ...

I could n't fuck her, right ?

God, she was wet, though. Just so juicy. I drowned in her cream. Her body 's frisson died down, her orgasm subsiding. I just gave her bliss. Got her all fix. It was the double-dyed time for her to turn a loss her virginity.

punter me than some mother fucker guy who did n't handle about her, right ?

I loved Claude Elwood Shannon. She was my child girl. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first time.

I squeezed my center shut and ripped my headway from her genitals."Savior,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

I gripped my dick and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, vestal twat. My fingers held her panty to the side. I stared right at her cunt. I licked my back talk, the hunger for my girl growing and growing in me.

I just had to ram into her. Just a unity thrust, 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 turncock against her pussy."Do n't do this, James."

I shuddered at the feeling of her warm, wet flesh against my pecker. A shudder ran through me. This passion 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 hammer down to her maidenhead. I felt the barrier protecting her pussy from my peter. Her untouched depths 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 cover her like shit.

She deserved better.

"bull,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even hump ? fille broke their hymens doing early matter all time, 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 eubstance twitched. I swallowed, fear and lecherousness warring inside of me. The conflict built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. usable. She loved me. She would want to facilitate me out. I made her cum first. I deserved this.

I thrust hard.

My daughter 's cherry red popped.

I gasped as I slid into her snatch. Inch after inch after amazing in of her snatch engulfed my cock. A tight, sleek, amazing heaven. Way honorable than that Madeleine lady of pleasure. Or those other women. This was a virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking to a greater extent and more of my cock into her twat. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that silky detrition sending delight rushing down to my balls. She whimpered, her olfactory organ twitching. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my short girl.

Her eyes opened.

I froze.

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

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

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

Then she kissed me. My girl kissed my lip coated in her juices. She bought it. She thought this was a dreaming. She must be still coming out of her sleep, thinking this was a law of continuation of the sex ambition my snatch whacking had given her.

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

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

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussy. I made such sugared dearest to my little miss. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every last second of pumping away at my piddling missy 's astound twat.

Our knife danced together. They swirled and whirled about the other. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned, kissing her with love. This was unbelievable. I pumped away at her, driving my cock into her cunt with herculean 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 mouth. 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 love. With hard stroke. I groaned, loving the spirit of her twat wrapped around me. My egg smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her sides. I pressed beneath her tank top. I broke the osculation so I could slide up and grope her tits. I squeezed her pinhead. She stared up at me, her green oculus looking so wild. Her arms went around my neck.

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

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

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

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

My prick throbbed in her pussy. Her purulent 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 stab, the bed creaking.

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

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

She beamed at me.

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

Her kitty-cat squeezed about my cock as I pulled back. The suction was incredible. I groaned, loving the way her physical body massaged me. Her hot cunt gripped me, teasing me. Her kidnapping felt hungry for my cum.

For my incestuous come to pump into her grab. I thrust harder and harder into her cunt. I buried into her with right CVA. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy slit. My girl 's twat felt incredible about me.

"Oh, Daddy, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's good. That 's awing. 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 balls. They smacked into her flesh every prison term I buried into her tight, scented puss. I groaned at her satiny embrace about my shaft.

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

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."papa !"

She squealed in delight while her pussy went state of nature around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the tone of her hot flesh spasming around me. That tremendous massage swelled the pressure in my balls. I growled, about to push through in her.

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

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

I could narrate her twat wanted my jizz. My balls tightened, smacking into her contamination as I kissed my infant little girl. Her eighteen-year-old cunt brought me right to the edge. I groaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. I buried in deep.

Erupted.

I broke the kiss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"passion you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my peter. Each extravasation of jizz slammed bliss into my psyche. It felt amazing. wizard 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 pussy with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a final time in her. I hit that height of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breaths, my heart pound. The rake rushed through my veins.

"Oh, papa,"she whimpered, her pussy 's cramp dying down."That was amazing."

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

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

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

"Good."

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

The END of this Incestuous narrative of the Quarantine