Incestuous tale of the Quarantine

Story One : Quarantined with His Nubile girl

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta version this !

Three weeks with no women.

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

I liked my daughter. Inferno, I loved my daughter, but having Claude Elwood Shannon stuck in the house with me for three weeks was enough to get on anyone 's cheek. The only stir place we could go was the grocery store. And you could n't release that into any huge amount of time.

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

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

Masturbation did n't cut it, and it was grueling to find any quality clip to be alone and watch erotica 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 mould from rest home these days. Sitting in my own office, which was just a desk in my bedroom, and having to do soar meeting with my coworkers and trying to delay productive when I just wanted to do zero was hard.

She would pop in during meetings and break up 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 times you could put a puzzle together ( once being almost too many times ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three weeks, it was getting intolerable. I needed to get set, 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, pappa !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedroom as I sat working on a sales event written report. Her red hairsbreadth flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a pair of tight shorts and a storage tank top that slid up her belly."I 'm so bored."

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

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

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

"I have to get this work done,"I said, staring at her. leafy vegetable eyes, a slender body. Her knocker 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 wooden leg kicking.

"I know,"I said, trying to be patient. My turncock 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 rectify at all. It was more than a small screw up."But I 'll get in trouble if I do n't get this done. Sorry."

"amercement,"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 deal. What her schooling assigned her looked like such busy work. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you make. But can we go to the memory later ?"

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

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the news report, my rooster thick and throbbing. It swelled the figurehead of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to finish that. But it was firmly to rivet with my daughter 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the fire escape outside of my window. The metal grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the written document, my cock screaming at me for embossment. No women to enjoy. No ladies to nobble up with on a dating app.

The only woman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would suffer to be enough. I swallowed and just managed to complete the study. 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 floor was a pair of pink scanty. It had lace on it. One of my daughter 's. I did n't know she had panties like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the same fourth dimension. My dick throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something womanly and intimate to have-to doe with. I loved peeling off a woman 's panties and knowing I would be sliding into her slit. I gripped the textile tight in my deal, the urge to just wrap it around my peter growing in me.

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

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

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

This was wrong. I knew it was terrible for me to even contemplate doing this. These were my daughter 's panties. I had to be a complete sicko to want to do this. I bit my lip, my middle pounding in my chest.

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

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

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

roast ! smash ! knock !

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

Fear barb through me. I gasped and ripped the panties from my cock. I quickly stuffed them in the apparel hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my drawers and sweatpants. They did a vain try to harbour my hard-on in place, my cock throbbing. I flushed the sewer and washed my manus, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the threshold, and she squeezed by me. I felt her boobs rubbing across my pectus. My little young woman had titty. I groaned, my dick throbbing. I fled to the living way. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the Saame junk. The same passport as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy display I 'd seen a twelve clip, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my reclining chair, struggling to cut the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the living room and, to my stupor, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her tail end right on my hardon, her branch thrust over the remaining armrest of my electric chair, her arm going around my neck.

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

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

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

She sighed and stared at me. Her bottom wiggled across my lap, my gumshoe throbbing as she did it. Her Green eyes studied me with this considering look. Then, to my jounce, her finger stroked down my jawline.

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

Her finger's breadth stroked over my boldness, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the ladies liked a good mustache. She ran her digit through the hair on my upper lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Claude Elwood Shannon ?"I croaked.

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

"A quarantine beard ?"I asked, sounding to a greater extent than a little befuddled 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 take in a prissy and duncish one. Be all manly."

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

"good,"she said."I think you 'll await gravid with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this appearance sucks."She twisted on me, sliding that fanny over my cock, and then hopped off."If you 're watching TV, your work must be done, so can we go to the computer memory ?"

"right hand,"I groaned, my dick so hard.

We went to the storage, masquerade party on. It was the foreign new world we lived in. My daughter was the only someone who would come close to me. Everyone else stayed back. people were starting to bet a little uncivilised. No haircuts. No beauty salon tripper for the women. Even my daughter 's hair was beginning to show signboard of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an self-justification to get out of the house. It made her happy. It made me ache. There were a few woman 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 similar flirting with masks on was something enticing. I could n't see half their faces.

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

I had more work to do. The problem with working from home 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 sleeping accommodation.

That itchiness for my daughter, however, never went away no topic what I did.

The rain had never relented. It had been going on all day. The lead 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 chance I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my optic and stroked my cock. I pumped my hand up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to call back about that Madeleine chick I had been flirting with before lockdown went into gist. twenty-seven. Big, cancel knocker. Blonde hair. Blue oculus. 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 peter. I groaned at how unspoilt it felt. I worked my script faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the aching swelled and swelled.

pappa, let me sop up your hammer for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. Blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely sound daughter. Shannon 's green eyes sparkled as she opened her sass encompassing and sucked on my pecker. I groaned at the taboo image.

My hired man stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled sharp and loud as I worked my hand up and down my dick. I could n't stop myself. Claude Elwood Shannon had grown into such a sexy, young adult female. She had those round boobs and those plump lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my cock with hunger. She feasted on my dick with the wild lust of an eighteen-year-old missy. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I could n't think of my daughter like this. She was my own material body and profligate, but ...

I needed to cum.

"That 's it,"I breathed, the flashing lightning illuminating my hand working up and down my peter."Just go down on that dick. Mmm, you want daddy 's cum, do n't you ?"

My dick hurtled toward my eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with passion. I sucked in deep breaths, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few more apoplexy. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the smack.

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

footfall thudded down the dormitory and then my doorway burst open. Cursing, I pulled up my binding in time to see Shannon burst into my bedchamber and put away herself at me. She wore a armoured combat vehicle top and a pair of scanty.

"pappa !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my cover charge. Her head popped out right side by side to me. She clung to my body.

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

Lightning fusillade. Her face appeared in the strobing Christ Within. The smack rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her face into my shoulder. Her torso trembled beneath mine. Her leg sloping trough over my thigh. I felt the embonpoint of her knocker on my side as she trembled.

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

"Sorry,"she said, her voice 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 eighteen. You have your own bed."

"There 's spate of elbow room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even have it away I 'm here, okay. I just ... I know it wo n't get me if you 're in here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she rolled over, pressing her rump into my side of meat, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her oral sex resting on it. I just lay beside her, so cognizant that I was naked. Hard. That her croupe was rubbing against me.

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

I felt the affectionateness of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covers with us both. I should just go to catch some Z's. 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 hear her shoal, regular breathing.

She was out.

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

That depraved thought grew and grew in my intellect. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my putz pulsing and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to keep this lecherousness from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.

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

"No !"I groaned to the dark at that opinion. What variety of wan father was I ? That was my daughter. I could n't ram my rooster into her while she slept.

early estimation filled my mind. I could just ... hump 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 step-in 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 kibosh myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She did n't so a lot as ado. I shuddered, and then I pressed my cock against her rump. 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 sleekness of her panties and the heat of her rump beneath the framework felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my eyes, trying not to opine it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the back of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I ground against. Only a thin layer 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 make this spirit amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my gumshoe swelled as I felt the breaking ball of her prat. I pushed my shaft in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the rut 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 mo. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The potent blast of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every moment of it.

The pleasance exploded through my view. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful extravasation of bliss. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The rapture consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.

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

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

I rolled onto my back and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the fearfulness slapped me. I had molested my girl. I was ready for the constabulary 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 lead 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 oneself her eating a trough of cereal and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smile. So warm and loving. Full of delight.

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

"You did n't, uh, mind me shifting around ?"I asked."I do that a lot. Your female parent hated it."

"I slept great."She grinned at me, her tank top clinging to those beat breast of hers. She sat cross-legged, the figurehead of the same majestic scanty I had dry-humped finish night molding to her Danton True Young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

Did my daughter shave her pussycat ? Good Shepherd, she was only eighteen.

Relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. finis night had been a misapprehension. A here and now of weakness. I vowed it would never happen again, but ... I could n't facilitate but get turned on by my daughter over the adjacent 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 pantie clinging to her rump. My dick would get hard. throbbing erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just hump against her.

I jerked off into her panties. Twice a day, I would be in the toilet pumping away and hoping she would n't mark the stain. The cloth felt so effective. I would rub the inner privates against my prick and know that these had been pressed against my girl 's pussy.

I wanted her. Craved her. Was nonplus with her. There was no escape. If I wanted to go for a manner of walking outside, she would be getting dressed to bring together 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 thoughts grew to a greater extent and more fixated on Shannon. On my daughter. Not just dry-humping against her, but kissing her. Sucking on her tit. Eating her youthful twat. Sliding into her tight pussy.

To sense pussy around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a woman. My girl looked to a greater extent and more ripe and succulent with every passing time of day. mind of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to immure,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the couch determine TV, her peg thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. Dainty toes I could suck."real number prison house, James. 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 hammer went hard with this Pavlovian reception. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would come sleep with me ? That I would get another chance to dry-hump against her ?

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

Lightning flooded my way with barren luminance. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A scream volley from my girl 's room. Then her doorway crashed receptive. The thudding footsteps. She did n't even criticise. She just toss out my door open air and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another New York minute and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my tool thrusting up hard. She was so secretive to touching it as she cowered against me. I felt her torso and knew I would be getting off tonight. She whimpered as the lightning moved away.

"S-sorry, pop,"she said.

"Do n't be,"I answered, my voice throaty. I felt that thirst in me."You can slip 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 take in to wait long. Just for her to fall asleep. She clung to me for a few Sir Thomas More moments and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her spine. She did n't revolve over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was bring in she had fallen asleep after twenty instant. I pulled back the covering fire and stared at her. She wore a storage tank top that looked too minuscule for her, molding to her round white meat. Her pantie fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a streetlight pouring sufficiency illumination through my bedroom window for me to see. My girl quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her scanty ...

Her panties molded to her purulent lips.

I licked my lips as I stared at that succulent daub. I licked my lips. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her cunt. To work out 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 roll her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a heavy sleeper, but if she woke up, then I would n't get to comminute on her. She might go back to her own bed. So I sat there, my cock throbbing before me, watching her eternal sleep, hoping she would roll onto her side.

The red act on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those nipple. That cameltoe. I hungered so lots for her. Would it really be bad to lap my footling girl 's kitty ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something Nice. She was a heavily slumberer. I could just munch on her cunt. Feast on her while she dreamed. My hired hand clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my chest of drawers. This was so incorrect. So fucked up.

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

I licked my lips.

"Exactly,"I whispered back to myself."Does n't she deserve to induce a prissy orgasm ? We 're stuck together. accept to help oneself each former out. What 's the damage in it ?"

"Prison. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never cognise !"

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

I surrendered to my lust. They were too strong. With care not to disturb her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her slit molded by those sexy pantie. I licked my backtalk, so hungry to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to push my backtalk down into her cunt and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My glossa flicked over my back talk. I planted my hand on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot build. I shuddered at how lovesome she felt. I groaned, my heart hammer in my thorax as I stroked my hands up her legs.

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

My hands reached her crotch. I licked my mouth as I caressed the leg fix of my girl 's pantie. I was on the sharpness of sliding over her gusset and rubbing at her twat through the thin shelter. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla application.

My mouth salivated.

I slid my finger across the crotch of her panty. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my metacarpophalangeal joint into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her twat lip. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her twat. That was insane. Was she sexually fighting ? Did she have a boyfriend I did n't sleep together about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her pussy, watching her face. She kept breathing her psyche turned to the right hand. Her nipples hardened. I watched them poke against the reduce tank top. They were minor buttons that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A lovingness bled through her step-in. Her excitement. 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 stimulation. My tongue flicked across her sassing

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 sourish pleasure. I licked up her gusset plate, tasting the fabric and the tangy flavor of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her eubstance, but she just kept lying there. Her white meat rose and fell. She was n't moving. Was n't coming awake. It was just a whimper. A suspiration. She made sound in her sleep. She slurred something, speaking in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

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

I licked at her panty again. I stroked my clapper up the fabric, feeling her prick through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so wild. I bathed the gusset of her panties with my spittle. I lapped up and down her slit, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy flavour grew and grew. Her breasts rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her armored combat vehicle top cupped them. She had such a lovely twain. C-cups. daily round and perky and just begging to be played with.

But I had her pussy to eat.

I kissed at her panty. I sucked her tangy kitty cream through the cloth. A woman 's delight. My girl 's incestuous passionateness. lecherousness surged through me. My dick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No answer. Still sleeping.

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

I yanked her panty to the side. The tangy aroma of her snatch swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight pussy. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's twat. Right on her prick. I tasted her tangy juices directly.

I did n't die. God did n't smite me and send out 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 snap. My clapper caressed her hot flesh. I stroked up and down that tight puss, just grazing her at first.

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

"You 're having a naughty ambition, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her snatch again. I slid up her twat, gathering up her incestuous juices."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let Daddy give you a good one. An astound one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my tongue into her groove and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her virginal membrane still. She was a Virgo the Virgin, but she shaved her slit ? 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 crease. I caressed over a little bud. Her button. I 'd found my girl 's clit. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to sacrifice my daughter such a scrumptious dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my rooster against her kitty-cat mouth. I had to feel that twat against my dick. That would be unadulterated. No scanty in the way. I kept them yanked to the face as I licked at her Virgo the Virgin twat.

Her juice 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 off time. Fucking whore. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my infant girl. Just my adorable daughter. She was perfective.

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

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

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

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

My pecker throbbed. I needed to make Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my stopcock up and down her puss. Maybe I 'd adjure my tip against her virginal membrane. Just for a moment. Just to feel a cherry cunt for once in my life.

I would n't do more than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's clit. Her head rolled from side of meat to side. Her thigh 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 twat cream gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous passion poured into my sassing. I drank my daughter 's Virgo the Virgin juice down like I was a thirsty man in the desert. I had found my haven. I closed my eyes as her body trembled. I reveled in this distasteful moment.

My hawkshaw ached to be in my petty little girl. To just fight on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't fuck her, right ?

God, she was wet, though. Just so juicy. I drowned in her ointment. Her torso 's thrill died down, her orgasm subsiding. I just gave her bliss. Got her all ready. It was the perfect time for her to fall behind her virginity.

Better me than some bastard guy who did n't care about her, right ?

I loved Claude Shannon. She was my baby girl. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first prison term.

I squeezed my center shut and ripped my head from her crotch."Jesus of Nazareth,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

I gripped my cock and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin twat. My finger held her scanty to the English. I stared right at her pussy. I licked my lips, the thirstiness for my girl growing and growing in me.

I just had to ram into her. Just a one 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 stopcock against her kitty-cat."Do n't do this, James."

I shuddered at the look of her warm, wet flesh against my shaft. A shudder ran through me. This heating plant shot up my rotating shaft. My orb tightened. It was heavenly. A thirsty groan rose from my pharynx. I shuddered as I savored this bliss.

I moved my cock down to her hymen. I felt the barrier protecting her slit from my dick. Her untouched depths awaited. If I did n't do it, some asshole boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, bankrupt her heart when he did n't call off 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 fuck ? Girls broke their hymen doing other things all time, right ?

I pushed against that membrane. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so a great deal. Her facial expression scrunched up. She whimpered. Her body twitched. I swallowed, veneration and lustfulness warring inside of me. The dispute built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. useable. She loved me. She would want to assist 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 cunt. Inch after inch after amazing inch of her pussy engulfed my cock. A tight, sleek, amazing heaven. Way better than that Madeleine cocotte. Or those other women. This was a Virgo the Virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and Thomas More of my prick into her pussy. Her hot figure caressed my tip, that silklike friction sending delectation rushing down to my balls. She whimpered, her intrude twitching. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my short girl.

Her centre opened.

I froze.

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

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

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

Then she kissed me. My daughter kissed my back talk 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 dream my pussycat defeat had given her.

I kissed her with passion. I thrust my clapper into my daughter 's oral cavity. I sank my librate down on her, feeling her dummy through her armoured combat vehicle top, her nipples 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 cock. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my girl 's pussy. I made such sweet beloved to my petty little girl. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every second of being in her. I savored every live on arcsecond of pumping away at my little fille 's dumbfound twat.

Our tongues danced together. They swirled and whirled about the early. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned, kissing her with passion. This was unbelievable. I pumped away at her, driving my cock into her cunt with powerful strokes.

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

She whimpered, her brim kissing me back with thirstiness. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snatch with passion. With hard slash. I groaned, loving the feel of her jackass wrapped around me. My balls smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her slope. I pressed beneath her armored combat vehicle top. I broke the kiss so I could skid up and grope her mamilla. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her green eyes looking so wild. Her arms went around my neck.

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

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

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

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

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

"daddy, pappa !"she moaned. It sounded so racy."Oh, dad, I love you. I love you so very much !"

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

She beamed at me.

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

Her kitty-cat squeezed about my stopcock as I pulled back. The suction was unbelievable. I groaned, loving the way her bod massaged me. Her hot cunt gripped me, teasing me. Her cunt felt athirst for my cum.

For my incestuous seminal fluid to pump into her bit. I thrust harder and harder into her cunt. I buried into her with powerful CVA. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy kitty. My daughter 's snatch felt incredible about me.

"Oh, pappa, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's expert. 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 tool. The mighty eruption of cum building in my chunk. They smacked into her physique every meter I buried into her tight, cherubic twat. I groaned at her silky embrace about my shaft.

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

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."Daddy !"

She squealed in pleasure while her pussycat went state of nature around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the smell of her hot flesh spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the imperativeness in my balls. I growled, about to flare in her.

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

I slipped my hands out from beneath her tank top to snog her hard on the mouth. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me, her pussy writhing around my hammer. 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 baby daughter. Her eighteen-year-old cunt brought me right hand to the border. I groaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. I buried in deep.

Erupted.

I broke the kiss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"Love you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my peter. Each extravasation of jizz slammed bliss into my mind. It felt amazing. Stars burst across my imaginativeness. They danced around her smiling look. Her pussy writhed around me, milking me. She worked out my cum.

I filled her pussycat with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a final meter in her. I hit that peak of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the cloud nine. I sucked in breaths, my pump pounding. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, Daddy,"she whimpered, her slit 's spasms dying down."That was amazing."

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

She snuggled up against my side."Mmm, that was a great dream."She rested her 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 perks. I held my daughter to me as I drifted off to sleep.

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine