Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

Story One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

notation : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

Three week with no women.

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

I liked my girl. Scheol, I loved my girl, but having Claude Shannon stuck in the menage with me for three week was enough to get on anyone 's nervus. The only exciting post we could go was the market memory. And you could n't wrick that into any Brobdingnagian sum 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 daughter. I hooked up with women on weekday dark so it did n't cramp my way. And then she got stuck in my place because of the quarantine.

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

Masturbation did n't cut it, and it was hard to find any character fourth dimension to be alone and follow porn with my daughter in the apartment. If she was n't in her own room, she was in the animation way. Or the kitchen. She flounced around, bored. I got that, I did, but she was always hovering around.

I was learning how to work from home these days. Sitting in my own power, which was just a desk in my bedchamber, and having to do rapid growth meetings with my coworkers and trying to persist productive when I just wanted to do nothing was hard.

She would pop in during group meeting and cut off them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to adapt, but it was frustrating when she would just flit 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 multiplication 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 put, but everyone was scared. No one was supposed to go anywhere. My ex was freaked out. She had a new kid and did n't desire Shannon to bring in any disease over.

I was so horny.

"daddy, Daddy !"Claude Elwood Shannon shouted, bounding into my bedchamber as I sat working on a sales report. Her red hair flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a pair of sloshed 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 eighteen, but ... that fetching midriff. I could see her bellybutton. She thrust her bare human foot in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming pinko.

She had spent the morning painting them. I had hoped it would occupy 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. Green eye, a slender physical structure. Her knocker were ripe, though. They thrust up cupped by her tank top. Was she even wearing a bra ?"I 'm pitiful. It 's work."

"But I 'm bored,"she moaned, her ramification 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 redress at all. It was more than a little have a go at it up."But I 'll get in trouble 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 care. What her shoal assigned her looked like such busy work. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you turn. 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 underdrawers hugging her ass.

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

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

It started raining. The phone drummed on the fire evasion outside of my windowpane. The metal grating rattled while my prick throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my dick shriek at me for easement. No fair sex to love. No noblewoman to hook up with on a dating app.

The sole charwoman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would have to be enough. I swallowed and just managed to end the report card. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the public lavatory. I closed the door. 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 scanty like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the same time. My prick throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something womanly and versed to extend to. 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 deal, the urge to just wrap it around my peter growing in me.

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

They were my girl 's panties, piece 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 sweatpants. My cock popped out. Thick and throbbing. I wrapped the material around my shaft. This dire excitement rippled through me.

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

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

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

It was unbelievable. Amazing. I could—

smash ! KNOCK ! bash !

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

Fear blastoff through me. I gasped and ripped the pantie from my cock. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain endeavor to hold back my hard-on in stead, my cock throbbing. I flushed the toilet and washed my men, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her tit rubbing across my chest. My little missy had boob. I groaned, my dick 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 nous off of her. Something that was boring. Something that I could n't possibly have an erecting through. I turned on the TV, loaded up Netflix, and searched for something to watch.

It felt like all the same detritus. The same testimonial as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy show I 'd seen a 12 clock time, the IT bunch. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to cut the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the support room and, to my blow, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her derriere right on my hardon, her legs thrust over the unexpended armrest of my chair, her arm going around my neck.

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

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

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

She sighed and stared at me. Her posterior wiggled across my lap, my dick pounding as she did it. Her Green River eyes studied me with this considering look. Then, to my shock, her finger stroked down my jawline.

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

Her digit 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 hair's-breadth on my upper lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Claude Shannon ?"I croaked.

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

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

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of guy cable are doing it. It 's what all the female child are into. You could experience a decent 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 retrieve about it."

"Good,"she said."I think you 'll look great with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this display 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 store ?"

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

We went to the store, masks on. It was the unknown new world we lived in. My daughter was the exclusively person who would hail close to me. Everyone else stayed back. People were starting to look a piffling natural state. No haircuts. No beauty salon trips for the women. Even my daughter 's whisker was beginning to express signs of needing cutting.

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

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

In the end, my girl and I returned to the plate. I was still hard. Not rampagingly erect, but that throbbing at the tip of my dick, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner party with Shannon, eating it, and watching some TV.

I had more work to do. The job with working from home was you never quite got away from it. Your computer was there with the oeuvre that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your bedroom.

That itch for my daughter, however, never went away no affair what I did.

The rain had never relented. It had been going on all day. The farting was picking up, a storm sweeping through. I ignored it and stripped naked for bed. I never slept in apparel. 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 eyes and stroked my cock. I pumped my script up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to recall about that Madeleine dame I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. Twenty-seven. Big, rude mamilla. blond fuzz. blue air eyes. 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 good it felt. I worked my hand faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the ache swelled and swelled.

pa, let me suck your prick for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal girl. Claude E. Shannon 's light-green eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my cock. I groaned at the taboo image.

My paw stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. scag crackled acutely and loud as I worked my script up and down my shaft. I could n't kibosh myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, young woman. She had those round boobs and those plump lips.

In my phantasy, she sucked my tool with hunger. She feasted on my hawkshaw with the wild lustfulness of an eighteen-year-old fille. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I could n't think of my girl like this. She was my own physique and descent, but ...

I needed to cum.

"That 's it,"I breathed, the flashing lightning illuminating my hired hand working up and down my shaft."Just blow that tool. Mmm, you want Daddy 's cum, do n't you ?"

My shaft hurtled toward my volcanic eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with rage. I sucked in deep hint, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few more strokes. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the hell dust.

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

step thudded down the dorm and then my door fit open up. Cursing, I pulled up my back in time to see Claude Elwood Shannon burst into my sleeping room and cast aside herself at me. She wore a tank top and a pair of scanty.

"Daddy !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my top. Her headway popped out properly next to me. She clung to my body.

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

Lightning burst. Her face appeared in the strobing light. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her face into my berm. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg slide over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her breasts 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 wish it. That sound ..."

"Shannon,"I groaned."You 're eighteen. 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 strike 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 sustain masturbating."That 's the mute matter I 've heard."

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

I groaned. Her William Green optic stared at me. They had a gleam about them in the shadow, 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 stern into my English, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her brain resting on it. I just lay beside her, so mindful that I was naked. Hard. That her rump was rubbing against me.

I do n't lie with how tenacious I stared up at the ceiling immobilized by her bearing. I swallowed, just wanting to slip out of bed and go to the can. She shifted a few times, her panty-covered rump rubbing on me.

I felt the passion of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covert with us both. I should just go to sleep. Or, at to the lowest degree, I should put on some boxers. concealment up. My peter pulsed and throbbed.

approximation 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 halt. Just the rain and the wind. I could try her shallow, regular breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side of meat, facing away from her. My dick thrust out before me. I closed my heart to go to sleep. My dick 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 mind. It itched at my view. I shuddered, my pecker pulsing and pounding. I swallowed, needing to hold back this lustfulness from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. autumn asleep.

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

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

former thought filled my intellect. I could just ... extrusion against her ass. Just grinding my cock into her. I could assume 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 barrier. That made it less like incest, right ?

I swallowed, my putz throb. Aching. I rolled over, unable to break off myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She did n't so a good deal as fuss. I shuddered, and then I pressed my dick against her tooshie. 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 deprave father 's lusts. The sleekness of her panties and the warmth of her tush beneath the cloth felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my middle, trying not to think it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the cover of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I ground against. Only a thin level of cloth separated us. She slept on unmindful to what I did to her.

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

I fought against groaning ; scared she would wake up. That only helped to micturate this feeling amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the curve ball of her rump. I pushed my shaft in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the groove of her crack.

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

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

The pleasure exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful outbreak of seventh heaven. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her wear. The rapture consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the stopping point of my cum on my daughter 's ass like a complete pervert. I groaned at how gravid it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that did n't come from my handwriting. Contact with a woman. A miss. 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 fear slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was ready 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 result 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 way to determine her eating a sports stadium of food grain and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smiling. So strong 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 mother hated it."

"I slept great."She grinned at me, her tank top clinging to those round boob of hers. She sat cross-legged, the strawman of the same purple panties I had dry-humped last night molding to her Loretta Young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

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

relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. death nighttime had been a misapprehension. A moment of failing. I vowed it would never hap again, but ... I could n't help but get turned on by my daughter over the next few days.

Every metre 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 panties clinging to her keister. My dick would get arduous. pounding erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just hump against her.

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

I wanted her. Craved her. Was stuck with her. There was no escape. If I wanted to go for a paseo outside, she would be getting dressed to link me. If I needed to go to the grocery computer memory to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

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

To feel pussy around my pecker again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a woman. My daughter looked Thomas More and More ripe and succulent with every departure 60 minutes. Ideas of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to jail,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the put look on TV, her wooden leg thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. kickshaw toes I could suck."real number prison house, James. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A calendar week after the storm, I was asleep when the rumble of lightning woke me up. My hammer went hard with this Pavlovian answer. A thunderstorm. Did that mean value 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 room with stark brightness level. The roaring boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shriek outburst from my girl 's room. Then her doorway crashed open. The thudding step. She did n't even knock. She just splurge my door open and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my stopcock thrusting up hard. She was so shut 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, dad,"she said.

"Do n't be,"I answered, my vocalization throaty. I felt that thirst in me."You can slip one's mind 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 fall asleep. She clung to me for a few more than moments and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her back. She did n't wave over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was clear she had fallen asleep after XX min. I pulled back the book binding and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too humble for her, molding to her round bosom. Her panties fit tight. My eye had adjusted, a street lamp pouring sufficiency illuminance through my bedroom window for me to see. My girl quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her panties ...

Her scanty molded to her pussy lips.

I licked my lip as I stared at that succulent spot. I licked my brim. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her twat. To cream 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 labor on her. She might go back to her own bed. So I sat there, my tool throbbing before me, watching her sleep, hoping she would roll onto her side.

The red figure on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those mammilla. That cameltoe. I hungered so much for her. Would it really be bad to cream my little girl 's pussy ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something nice. She was a heavy sleeper. I could just crunch on her puss. Feast on her while she dreamed. My hand clenched and relaxed. My kernel hammered in my dresser. 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 deserve to let a nice coming ? We 're stuck together. accept to serve each other out. What 's the trauma 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 pussy and then just lie with my cock against her pantie. Just lie on her and do more grinding. She did n't have to be on her slope for me to do that.

I surrendered to my lust. They were too stiff. With care not to vex her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's second joint. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy step-in. I licked my lip, so athirst to lap her out. To eat her. I just had to press out my backtalk down into her slit and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My tongue flicked over my sass. I planted my hands on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how warm she felt. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I stroked my hands up her legs.

"You 're gorgeous, Claude 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 panty. I was on the edge of sliding over her gusset and rubbing at her twat through the thin protection. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla application.

My sass salivated.

I slid my finger across the fork of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle joint into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her cunt rim. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her pussy. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she make a young man I did n't know about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

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

But I was at her pussy.

A lovingness bled through her panties. 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 fragrance of her arousal. My lingua flicked across her lips

I pressed my human face down. I rubbed into her pantie and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The heady scent of my daughter 's cunt. That tangy delight. I licked up her inset, tasting the fabric and the lemonlike tone of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her body, 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 quietus. She slurred something, speaking in her rest for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

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

I licked at her panties again. I stroked my tongue up the fabric, feeling her slit through the fabric. She was definitely shaved. That was so wild. I bathed the voider of her panties with my saliva. I lapped up and down her scratch, reveling in this thrill.

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

But I had her pussy to eat.

I kissed at her panties. I sucked her tangy kitty-cat cream through the cloth. A cleaning woman 's delight. My daughter 's incestuous passion. Lust surged through me. My dick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No solvent. Still sleeping.

I slid my finger into her leg yap and groaned as I touched my daughter 's shaved pussy directly. I caressed over her plump vulva and found her slopped slit. juice coated my finger. She was so hot and wet. She needed this.

I yanked her pantie to the side. The lemonlike odor of her cunt swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight slit. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's jackass. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juices 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 knife up and down her snatch. My tongue caressed her hot flesh. I stroked up and down that tight slit, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her folds. I felt the grain of her labia. The silkiness of her kitty-cat rim. They were so hot against my tongue and lips. Felt so unbelievable. She whimpered again. But she kept sleeping. She did n't rouse up.

"You 're having a naughty dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her cunt again. I slid up her slit, gathering up her incestuous juices."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let daddy give way you a upright one. An astound one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my lingua into her groove and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her maidenhead still. She was a virgin, but she shaved her snatch ? Did girls her age just all shave their cunt ? A shudder ran through me.

That was hot.

I licked at her maidenhead and stroked her folds. 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 pass on my daughter such a delicious dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my cock against her pussy lips. I had to experience that snatch against my dick. That would be perfect. No panties in the way. I kept them yanked to the side of meat as I licked at her virgin twat.

Her juices 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 meter. Fucking harlot. But not my Claude E. Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my babe girl. Just my adorable daughter. She was utter.

I licked harder at her bitch. I feasted on her, brushing her clitoris over and over again. I could do this all day. Her breathing invigorate. 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 natural language swirled around her clit. I fluttered about it. Then I sealed my lips about it and sucked on her. She gasped and bucked. Her moans echoed through the room. It resounded about us. She gripped her thigh, her sleepy-eyed mania was a delight.

I did n't dread her waking up. I just kept sucking on her clit. Her dead body nip. Her whimper grew louder and louder. She must be having a bang-up wet pipe dream. An exciting one. Her pussy juices coated my lips and ran down my chin.

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

My shaft throbbed. I needed to make Claude Elwood Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my pecker up and down her twat. Maybe I 'd press my tip against her maidenhead. Just for a moment. Just to feel a cherry tree slit for once in my life.

I would n't do more than than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping girl 's clit. Her head rolled from side to side. Her second joint twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her sexual climax had to be almost on her. I wanted her cream to spout into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her pussy cream gushed out.

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

My cock ached to be in my little girl. To just entreat on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't bed her, right ?

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

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

I loved Shannon. She was my child miss. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first clip.

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

I gripped my tool and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin bozo. My finger's breadth held her pantie to the side. I stared right at her cunt. I licked my lips, the hungriness for my daughter growing and growing in me.

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

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

I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet flesh against my dick. A shudder ran through me. This heat shot up my calamus. My balls tightened. It was heavenly. A hungry moan rose from my throat. I shuddered as I savored this bliss.

I moved my cock down to her hymen. I felt the barrier protecting her pussy from my shaft. Her untasted depth awaited. If I did n't do it, some whoreson boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, violate her heart when he did n't address back, and just care for her like shit.

She deserved better.

"diddlyshit,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even know ? girlfriend broke their maidenhead doing other things all meter, right ?

I pushed against that tissue layer. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so a lot. Her human face scrunched up. She whimpered. Her body twitched. I swallowed, awe and lust warring inside of me. The conflict built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

She was wet. usable. She loved me. She would desire to help 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 pussy. column inch after in after amazing inch of her pussy engulf my cock. A tight, silken, amazing Heaven. Way better than that Madeleine cocotte. Or those former women. This was a virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and to a greater extent of my tool into her snatch. Her hot shape caressed my tip, that silky friction sending delectation rushing down to my Ball. She whimpered, her nozzle vellication. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her eyes opened.

I froze.

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

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

"Mmm, pappa,"she moaned, this throaty sound of joy."What a dainty dream."

Then she kissed me. My daughter kissed my lips coated in her juices. She bought it. She thought this was a pipe dream. She must be still coming out of her sleep, thinking this was a law of continuation of the sex dream my slit licking had given her.

I kissed her with heat. I thrust my tongue into my girl 's mouth. I sank my weigh down on her, feeling her dummy through her tank top, her nipple hard. Her thigh slid around my waist. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

I drew back my rooster. Her hot soma clung to my aching dick. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussy. I made such dessert love to my lilliputian girl. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every mo of being in her. I savored every survive second of pumping away at my lilliputian girl 's gravel twat.

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

Her twat clung to me. She held me tight. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned into her back talk, kissing her with all the Passion of Christ I had. She kissed me back. She swirled her tongue through my sass. I loved her. I savored kissing my girl. I never wanted this to stop.

She whimpered, her brim kissing me back with hunger. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her pussy with heat. With laborious fortuity. I groaned, loving the feel of her twat wrapped around me. My balls smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her sides. I pressed beneath her cooler top. I broke the kiss so I could slide up and grope her tit. I squeezed her breast. She stared up at me, her green eyes looking so wild. Her subdivision went around my neck.

"dada !"she moaned, her twat clenching around me."Oh, dad, yes, yes, you 're making dear to me."

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

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

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

My putz throbbed in her cunt. Her twat squeezed about me while I groped her mammilla beneath her storage tank top. She stared up at me with such delight in her eyes. She humped back into my thrusting, the bed creaking.

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

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

She beamed at me.

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

Her pussy squeezed about my cock as I pulled back. The sucking was incredible. I groaned, loving the way her flesh massaged me. Her hot cunt gripped me, teasing me. Her bit felt hungry for my cum.

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

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

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

I drove hard into her. The aching swelled at the tip of my dick. The mighty eructation of cum building in my bollock. They smacked into her flesh every time I buried into her tight, sweet kitty-cat. I groaned at her silky embracement about my shaft.

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

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."Daddy !"

She squealed in delight while her twat went wild around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the feel of her hot flesh spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the pressure in my balls. I growled, about to take fire 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 snog her hard on the lips. I thrust my knife into her oral cavity. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me, her slit writhing around my cock. I pumped harder at her. Faster.

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

Erupted.

I broke the buss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"making love you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my cock. Each clap of jizz slammed bliss into my intellect. 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 pussy with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a last prison term in her. I hit that height of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breaths, my heart pounding. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, Daddy,"she whimpered, her pussy 's spasm dying down."That was amazing."

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

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

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

"Good."

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

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine