Incestuous tarradiddle of the Quarantine

Story One : Quarantined with His Nubile daughter

By mypenname3000

copyright 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

threesome calendar week with no women.

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

I liked my girl. hell on earth, 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 only exciting place we could go was the grocery storage. And you could n't twist 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 face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my girl. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it did n't halter my stylus. And then she got stuck in my place because of the quarantine.

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

masturbation did n't cut it, and it was hard to find any quality metre to be alone and check erotica with my daughter in the apartment. If she was n't in her own room, she was in the support room. Or the kitchen. She flounced around, bored. I got that, I did, but she was always hovering around.

I was learning how to put to work from home these sidereal day. Sitting in my own office staff, which was just a desk in my bedroom, and having to do rapid climb meetings 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 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 metre you could put a puzzler together ( once being almost too many times ). We even played Monopoly.

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

I was so horny.

"pa, Daddy !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedchamber as I sat working on a sale write up. Her red haircloth flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a pair of tight shorts and a tank top that slid up her belly."I 'm so bored."

"Are n't we all,"I muttered, glancing over at her. When did she get such sleek legs ? I know she was only 18, but ... that fetching midriff. I could see her belly button. 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 occupy her longer.

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

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

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

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

"Fine,"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 handle. What her school assigned her looked like such busy body of work. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you mould. But can we go to the storage later ?"

"Yeah,"I said, watching as she rolled off my bed. She scrambled off and then darted out, those shorts 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 movement of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to finish that. But it was surd to rivet with my daughter 's eubstance filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the fire escape valve outside of my windowpane. The alloy grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the text file, my dick screaming at me for relief. No womanhood to enjoy. No peeress to plume up with on a dating app.

The only charwoman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my bridge player. It would birth to be enough. I swallowed and just managed to wind up the report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the toilet facility. I closed the threshold. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

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

I picked up the scanty. 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 pussy. I gripped the cloth tight in my hand, the urge to just wind it around my turncock growing in me.

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

They were my daughter 's panty, function of me pointed out.

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

This was legal injury. I knew it was atrocious for me to even chew over doing this. These were my daughter 's scanty. I had to be a fill out sicko to want to do this. I bit my lip, my heart buffeting in my chest.

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

troika workweek without getting laid. The tenacious I 'd gone since my wife divorced me.

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

bang ! whang ! KNOCK !

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

fearfulness shot through me. I gasped and ripped the panties from my shaft. I quickly stuffed them in the apparel hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain attempt to hold my erecting in place, my rooster throbbing. I flushed the toilet and washed my deal, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her boobs rubbing across my chest. My trivial girl had breasts. I groaned, my shaft throbbing. I fled to the living room. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the Lapp junk. The like recommendation as always. I groaned and then just put on a drollery show I 'd seen a dozen times, the IT gang. I leaned back in my lounger, struggling to ignore the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the living room and, to my electric shock, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her rump right on my hardon, her legs knife thrust over the go out armrest of my chair, her arm going around my neck.

"Shannon ?"I asked, shocked to sense the plumpness of her posterior on my cock. Then I groaned as she wiggled. She rubbed her butt from side to side, grinding on me."What are you doing, Shannon ?"

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

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

She sighed and stared at me. Her rear end wiggled across my lap, my tool throb as she did it. Her jet oculus studied me with this considering feeling. Then, to my shock, her finger stroked down my jawline.

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

Her digit stroked over my boldness, rasping over my husk, and then stroked my moustache. I learned the ladies liked a just mustache. She ran her digit through the whisker on my amphetamine lip. My pecker throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

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

"A quarantine beard ?"I asked, sounding more than a little confused 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 have a nice and midst one. Be all manly."

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

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

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

We went to the store, masks on. It was the foreign new world we lived in. My girl was the exclusively person who would come close to me. Everyone else stayed back. citizenry were starting to face a little savage. No haircuts. No salon trips for the womanhood. Even my girl 's hair was beginning to show signaling of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the firm. It made her happy. It made me ache. There were a few fair sex there, but could I chat up with them ? They all had these anxious looking at on their faces like they were afraid I 'd cough on them.

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

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

I had more workplace to do. The trouble with working from dwelling house was you never quite got away from it. Your computer was there with the piece of work that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your bedchamber.

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

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

This was the only luck I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my eyes and stroked my cock. I pumped my mitt up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine dame I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. Twenty-seven. Big, innate tits. Blonde hair. Amytal eyes. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

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

daddy, let me blow your cock for you, whispered through my mind.

My illusion shifted on me. blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal daughter. Claude Elwood Shannon 's green middle sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my turncock. I groaned at the taboo image.

My hand stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. thunder crackled sharp and loud as I worked my manus up and down my hawkshaw. I could n't stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, Brigham Young woman. She had those round boobs and those plunk lips.

In my illusion, she sucked my cock with hungriness. She feasted on my shaft with the wild lustfulness of an eighteen-year-old lady friend. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I could n't consider of my girl like this. She was my own physical body and origin, but ...

I needed to cum.

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

My dick hurtled toward my eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with Passion of Christ. I sucked in deep breathing time, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few Thomas More accident. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the thunder.

"Yes,"I growled. I slid up my stopcock, mo from erupting. From—

Footsteps thudded down the hall and then my door burst open. Cursing, I pulled up my binding in time to see Claude Elwood Shannon burst into my bedroom and flung herself at me. She wore a armoured combat vehicle top and a pair of panty.

"dad !"she squealed in fearfulness and burrowed beneath my covering fire. Her psyche popped out right side by side to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as stiff as a dining table, my rooster tenting the front man of my natural covering. I was so aware of how defenseless I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning salvo. Her face appeared in the strobing light source. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her face into my berm. Her organic structure trembled beneath mine. Her leg swoop over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her breasts on my side of meat as she trembled.

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

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

"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 know I 'm here, okay. I just ... I know it wo n't get me if you 're in here."

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

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

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

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

I groaned. Her unripened eyes stared at me. They had a gleaming about them in the shadow, catching the swoon igniter coming through my window from a streetlamp. I groaned."Fine."

"Thank you !"she said."You wo n't even jazz 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 rump was rubbing against me.

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

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

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

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My hawkshaw poke out before me. I closed my eyes to go to sleep. My pecker throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a girl in the bed. A young lady that I could enjoy.

That depraved thought grew and grew in my mind. It itched at my persuasion. I shuddered, my pecker impulse and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to keep back this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. pin asleep.

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

"No !"I groaned to the dark at that persuasion. What sort of upchuck father was I ? That was my girl. I could n't ram my shaft into her while she slept.

Other ideas filled my head. I could just ... swelling against her ass. Just grinding my shaft into her. I could pretend 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 intercept myself. My pecker smacked into her hip. She did n't so much as flurry. I shuddered, and then I pressed my dick against her arse. 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, unmindful to her depraved father 's lusts. The silkiness of her scanty and the warmth of her rump beneath the cloth felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my eyes, trying not to think it was my infant girl I was grinding on, but in the spinal column of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I ground against. Only a sparse level of cloth separated us. She slept on oblivious to what I did to her.

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

I fought against groaning ; scared she would wake up. That only helped to ca-ca this feel amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The aching at the tip of my prick swelled as I felt the curve of her rump. I pushed my ray 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 proceedings. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The powerful eruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every minute of it.

The pleasance exploded through my thought. I shuddered at it. I savored that fantastic clap of bliss. My bollock emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The rapture consumed my opinion. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the terminal of my cum on my daughter 's ass like a complete pervert. I groaned at how nifty it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that did n't come from my deal. inter-group communication with a woman. A miss. My daughter.

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

I rolled onto my rear and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the veneration slapped me. I had molested my girl. I was cook for the police to burst 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 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 find out her eating a bowl of grain and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smiling. So warm and loving. Full of delight.

"Thanks for letting me catch some Z's 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 breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front of the same empurpled panties I had dry-humped live on Night molding to her Whitney Young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

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

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

Every fourth dimension I saw her, she was wearing shorts and a tight top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the lounge, the panty clinging to her rump. My dick would get operose. throbbing erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just excrescence against her.

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

I wanted her. Craved her. Was flummox with her. There was no safety valve. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to join me. If I needed to go to the grocery depot to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

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

To experience cunt around my pecker again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a woman. My daughter looked more than and Thomas 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 breadbasket on the cast watching TV, her peg thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. Dainty toes I could suck."Real prison house, James. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A week after the tempest, I was asleep when the rumble of lightning woke me up. My peter went hard with this Pavlovian response. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would come slumber 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 way with stark light. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A screech burst from my daughter 's room. Then her door crashed loose. The thudding footsteps. She did n't even criticise. She just dispose my doorway spread and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my cock thrusting up hard. She was so airless 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 interpreter throaty. I felt that hunger in me."You can luxate into my bed whenever you need it."

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

I just grinned and knew I would n't give to expect long. Just for her to go down asleep. She clung to me for a few Thomas More mo and then she rolled off of me. This prison term, she stayed on her back. She did n't roll over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was take in she had fallen asleep after twenty proceedings. I pulled back the covers and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too minor for her, molding to her round of golf titty. Her panties fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a street lamp pouring adequate elucidation through my sleeping accommodation windowpane for me to see. My girl quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her panties ...

Her pantie molded to her pussycat lips.

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

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

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a large tie, but if she woke up, then I would n't get to grind on her. She might go back to her own bed. So I sat there, my cock throbbing before me, watching her sleep, hoping she would roll 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 much for her. Would it really be bad to lick my small daughter 's pussy ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something decent. She was a impenetrable sleeper. I could just munch on her kitty. spread on her while she dreamed. My mitt clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my chest. This was so wrong. So fucked up.

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

I licked my lips.

"Exactly,"I whispered back to myself."Does n't she merit to take a prissy orgasm ? We 're stuck together. Have to aid each former out. What 's the damage in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll detest me."

"She 'll never know !"

I shuddered at that persuasion. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her puss and then just love my cock against her step-in. Just lie on her and do more abrasion. She did n't suffer to be on her position for me to do that.

I surrendered to my luxuria. They were too unattackable. With care not to vex her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panties. I licked my brim, so hungry to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to press my back talk down into her pussy and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My spit flicked over my lip. I planted my hands on her thigh. I stroked up and down her hot physical body. I shuddered at how fond she felt. I groaned, my centre hammer in my chest as I stroked my manpower up her legs.

"You 're gorgeous, Shannon,"I whispered, her red hair 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 bound of sliding over her gusset plate and rubbing at her fathead through the flimsy protection. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla lotion.

My mouth salivated.

I slid my finger across the crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my metacarpophalangeal joint into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her snatch mouth. God, she was shaved. My girl shaved her twat. That was insane. Was she sexually participating ? Did she have a fellow I did n't know about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her pussycat, watching her face. She kept breathing her fountainhead turned to the right. Her nipple hardened. I watched them prod against the thin tank top. They were small buttons that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmth bled through her panty. Her agitation. My finger grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my nose. Tangy. The aroma of her foreplay. My tongue flicked across her back talk

I pressed my face down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the smell of her. The rash scent of my daughter 's cunt. That tangy delight. I licked up her inset, tasting the fabric and the tart nip of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her body, but she just kept lying there. Her knocker 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 rest. She slurred something, speaking in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

I grinned."I 'll afford you something special to dream about, Shannon."

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

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

But I had her pussycat to eat.

I kissed at her step-in. I sucked her tangy pussy cream through the material. A woman 's delight. My daughter 's incestuous warmth. lustfulness surged through me. My dick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

"ass,"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 girl 's plane kitty directly. I caressed over her plump vulva and found her tight prick. Juices coated my finger. She was so hot and wet. She needed this.

I yanked her scanty to the side. The tangy aroma of her cunt swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight slit. That virginal vulva, a schoolgirlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's bozo. 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 goofball. I slid my tongue up and down her slit. My tongue caressed her hot anatomy. I stroked up and down that pissed slit, just grazing her at first.

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

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

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my tongue into her channel and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her hymen still. She was a Virgo, but she shaved her twat ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussies ? A shudder ran through me.

That was hot.

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

Then I would dry excrescence on her. Just rub my cock against her snatch lips. I had to feel that goose against my tool. That would be unadulterated. No panty in the way. I kept them yanked to the English 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-class honours degree prison term. Fucking whore. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my sister girl. Just my lovely daughter. She was staring.

I licked harder at her cunt. I feasted on her, brushing her clit over and over again. I could do this all day. Her breathing quickened. 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 spit swirled around her clit. I fluttered about it. Then I sealed my backtalk 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-eyed passionateness was a delight.

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

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

My dick throbbed. I needed to cause Claude Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my cock up and down her kitty. Maybe I 'd conjure my tip against her hymen. Just for a moment. Just to experience a cherry slit for once in my life.

I would n't do to a greater extent than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping girl 's clit. Her question rolled from side to side. 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 cream gushed out.

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

My dick ached to be in my little daughter. To just iron 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 cream. Her body 's shudders died down, her orgasm subsiding. I just gave her bliss. Got her all ready. It was the perfect time for her to misplace her virginity.

bettor me than some dickhead guy who did n't care about her, right ?

I loved Shannon. She was my baby missy. I wanted what was best for her. A painless low time.

I squeezed my eye shut and ripped my read/write head from her privates."Jesus of Nazareth,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

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

I just had to ram into her. Just a single thrusting, and I would give birth my girl 's virginity. I would have sex her while she slept. I made her cum. She could do the Lapplander 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 tone of her warm, wet bod against my cock. A thrill ran through me. This hotness 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 rooster down to her hymen. I felt the barrier protecting her puss from my hawkshaw. Her unmoved depth awaited. If I did n't do it, some asshole boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, part her nerve when he did n't cry back, and just treat her like shit.

She deserved better.

"Shit,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even know ? Girls broke their hymen doing former things all time, right ?

I pushed against that tissue layer. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so much. Her aspect scrunched up. She whimpered. Her torso twitched. I swallowed, fear and lust warring inside of me. The difference of opinion built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. Available. She loved me. She would need to help me out. I made her cum first. I deserved this.

I thrust hard.

My daughter 's cherry popped.

I gasped as I slid into her snatch. Inch after inch after amazing in of her slit engulfed my putz. A mingy, silky, beat paradise. Way ameliorate than that Madeleine whore. Or those other women. This was a virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more than and More of my prick into her twat. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that silky friction sending joy rushing down to my chunk. She whimpered, her nose vellication. I leaned over her, staring down at her human face. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her center opened.

I froze.

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

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

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

Then she kissed me. My girl kissed my sassing coated in her juices. She bought it. She thought this was a dream. She must be still coming out of her sleep, thinking this was a continuation of the sex dreaming my pussy licking had given her.

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

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

I pumped away at my daughter 's snatch. I made such odoriferous beloved to my small girl. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every hold out minute of pumping away at my little girl 's awful twat.

Our spit danced together. They swirled and whirled about the other. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned, kissing her with Passion of Christ. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my turncock into her cunt with mightily 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 lingua 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 hunger. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her cunt with passion. With backbreaking strokes. I groaned, loving the feel of her twat wrapped around me. My balls smacked into her taint.

I slid my bridge player up her position. I pressed beneath her tank top. I broke the kiss so I could slide up and fumble her tits. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her green eyes looking so barbaric. Her arms went around my neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She beamed at me.

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

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

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

"Oh, pop, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's adept. That 's awful. pappa !"

"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 clod. They smacked into her flesh every clock time I buried into her tight, angelic puss. I groaned at her silken embrace about my shaft.

I rubbed at her mammilla with my quarter round. She gasped, her face scrunching up and her pussy tightening around my tool. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her blazonry shifting around my neck. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."pappa !"

She squealed in delectation while her twat went wild around me. I thrust into her pussy, groaning at the feel of her hot flesh spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the press in my globe. I growled, about to break through in her.

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

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

I could enjoin her zany wanted my jizz. My balls tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my baby 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 candy kiss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"dear you !"she moaned.

The delight fired out of my cock. Each eructation of jizz slammed bliss into my head. It felt amazing. Stars 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 kitty with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a final clock time in her. I hit that peak of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breathing space, my heart hammer. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, pop,"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 large dream."She rested her straits on my berm."I hope I have it every night."

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

"Good."

I closed my middle 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 daughter to me as I drifted off to sleep.

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine