Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

Story One : Quarantined with His Nubile girl

By mypenname3000

copyright 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

three week with no women.

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

I liked my girl. Hell, I loved my daughter, but having Shannon stuck in the house with me for three calendar week was enough to get on anyone 's boldness. The only exciting plaza we could go was the grocery computer memory. And you could n't turn that into any huge quantity of time.

My married woman and I were divorced. Even though she was XVIII, she would stay with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smiling on her human face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my daughter. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it did n't cramp my style. And then she got stuck in my plaza because of the quarantine.

Now it had been three calendar week without any 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 see porn with my daughter in the apartment. If she was n't in her own room, she was in the livelihood room. Or the kitchen. She flounced around, bored. I got that, I did, but she was always hovering around.

I was learning how to knead from home these daytime. Sitting in my own office staff, which was just a desk in my chamber, and having to do Zoom encounter with my coworkers and trying to stay productive when I just wanted to do zip was hard.

She would pop in during confluence and interrupt 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 clock time ). We even played Monopoly.

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

I was so horny.

"pop, Daddy !"Claude E. Shannon shouted, bounding into my sleeping room as I sat working on a sales written report. Her red hair flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a duad of compressed 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 sleek pegleg ? I know she was only xviii, but ... that fetching midriff. I could see her omphalos. She thrust her bare feet in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming pinko.

She had spent the daybreak painting them. I had hoped it would take her longer.

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

"I have to get this workplace done,"I said, staring at her. Green 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 no-account. 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 ill-timed with me ? Why was I finding my daughter so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't good at all. It was more than a piddling fucked up."But I 'll get in worry if I do n't get this done. Sorry."

"Fine,"she pouted."I 'll go talking 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 school assigned her looked like such engaged work. Pointless material."I 'll let you work. 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 trunks hugging her ass.

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the report, my cock midst and throbbing. It swelled the battlefront of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to finish that. But it was hard to focus with my daughter 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the ardor flight outside of my window. The metallic element grating rattled while my tool throbbed. I struggled my way through the papers, my dick scream at me for stand-in. No women to bask. No lady to hook up with on a dating app.

The only adult female was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would cause to be sufficiency. I swallowed and just managed to finish the report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the restroom. 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 daughter 's. I did n't know she had panty like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the Same time. My cock throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something womanly and versed to stir. I loved peeling off a cleaning woman 's pantie and knowing I would be sliding into her pussy. I gripped the fabric tight in my handwriting, the urge to just wrap it around my cock growing in me.

I could just hitch off into her panty. What was the harm in that ?

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

And ? So what ? It was n't the same as touching her directly. Just something to avail get me off. I shoved down my sweatpants. My cock popped out. midst and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my shaft. This frightening exhilaration rippled through me.

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

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

ternion weeks without getting laid. The long I 'd gone since my wife divorced me.

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

smash ! KNOCK ! KNOCK !

"pappa, hurry up !"my daughter said."And you full not stink it up !"

fear snap 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 attempt to hold my erection in place, my cock throbbing. I flushed the crapper and washed my hands, so mindful of my daughter outside the door.

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

I opened the threshold, and she squeezed by me. I felt her booby rubbing across my bureau. My piddling little girl had breasts. I groaned, my hawkshaw throbbing. I fled to the living way. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the Sami debris. The Same recommendation as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy display I 'd seen a dozen multiplication, the IT bunch. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to ignore the throb in my dick.

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

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

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

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

She sighed and stared at me. Her rump wiggled across my lap, my dick throbbing as she did it. Her green eyes studied me with this considering expression. Then, to my shock, her finger stroked down my jawline.

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

Her finger stroked over my buttock, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my moustache. I learned the peeress liked a dear mustache. She ran her digit through the whiskers on my upper lip. My tool throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

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

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

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of guy cable are doing it. It 's what all the miss are into. You could have a nice and deep one. Be all manly."

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

"Good,"she said."I think you 'll appear great with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this show sucks."She twisted on me, sliding that rump over my 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 hawkshaw so hard.

We went to the store, masks on. It was the unknown new world we lived in. My girl was the only someone who would add up close to me. Everyone else stayed back. the great unwashed were starting to appear a little barbarian. No haircuts. No beauty parlor trips for the fair sex. Even my girl 's hair was beginning to show foretoken of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the menage. It made her happy. It made me ache. There were a few cleaning woman there, but could I philander with them ? They all had these aflutter looks on their faces like they were afraid I 'd cough on them.

And it was n't ilk 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 home. I was still hard. Not rampagingly erect, but that throb at the tip of my cock, 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 trouble with working from dwelling house was you never quite got away from it. Your computing machine was there with the work that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your sleeping accommodation.

That itch for my girl, however, never went away no matter what I did.

The rainwater had never relented. It had been going on all day. The wind was picking up, a violent 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 alone chance I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my windowpane as I closed my center 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 dame I had been flirting with before lockdown went into core. Twenty-seven. Big, born bosom. Blonde haircloth. wild blue yonder eyes. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

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

papa, let me nurse your cock for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. Blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal girl. Shannon 's green centre sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my pecker. I groaned at the taboo image.

My manus stroked faster.

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

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

I needed to cum.

"That 's it,"I breathed, the flashing lightning illuminating my paw working up and down my cock."Just draw that dick. Mmm, you want Daddy 's cum, do n't you ?"

My putz hurtled toward my eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my girl blowing me with heat. I sucked in mysterious hint, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few more throw. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the roaring.

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

Footsteps thudded down the mansion and then my door explosion undecided. Cursing, I pulled up my binding in sentence to see Claude E. Shannon burst into my bedroom and discard herself at me. She wore a tank top and a pair of panties.

"dad !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my covers. Her head popped out mighty future to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as besotted as a add-in, my cock tenting the front of my covers. I was so cognisant of how naked I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning salvo. Her case appeared in the strobing light. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her face into my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg slide over my second joint. 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, Daddy ? I do n't like it. That phone ..."

"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 sleep with 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 to the lowest degree it 'll probably hit you over me."

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

"pa !"she gasped."Do n't you require to protect your fiddling fille by being her lightning shield ?"

I groaned. Her park eye stared at me. They had a gleam about them in the dark, catching the syncope lightness coming through my window from a streetlamp. I groaned."Fine."

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

Then she rolled over, pressing her rump into my side, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her school principal resting on it. I just lay beside her, so aware that I was naked. Hard. That her bum was rubbing against me.

I do n't know how long I stared up at the cap immobilized by her mien. I swallowed, just wanting to dislocate out of bed and go to the bathroom. She shifted a few sentence, her panty-covered rump rubbing on me.

I felt the lovingness of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covering fire with us both. I should just go to sleep. Or, at least, I should put on some boxers. cover up. My gumshoe pulsed and throbbed.

estimation 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 stop. Just the rain and the wind. I could hear her shallow, regular breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my slope, facing away from her. My prick poke out before me. I closed my heart to go to sleep. My dick throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a young woman in the bed. A young lady that I could enjoy.

That depraved thought grew and grew in my mind. It itched at my thought process. I shuddered, my dick pulse and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to preserve this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.

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

"No !"I groaned to the iniquity at that thought process. What kind of chuck father was I ? That was my daughter. I could n't ram my shaft into her while she slept.

early musical theme filled my psyche. 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 panty would be in the way.

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

I swallowed, my peter throbbing. ache. I rolled over, ineffective to stop myself. My tool smacked into her hip. She did n't so a good deal as fuss. I shuddered, and then I pressed my dick 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, forgetful to her perverted father 's lust. The silkiness of her scanty and the affectionateness of her rump beneath the framework felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my centre, trying not to think it was my baby fille 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 slim stratum of cloth separated us. She slept on forgetful to what I did to her.

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

I fought against groaning ; scared she would wake up. That only helped to make this feel amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The aching at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the curved shape of her buttocks. I pushed my putz in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the vallecula 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 bit. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The powerful eruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every instant of it.

The delight exploded through my persuasion. I shuddered at it. I savored that fantastic eruption of cloud nine. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The transport consumed my idea. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the concluding of my cum on my daughter 's ass like a over pervert. I groaned at how peachy it felt. It was amazing. An sexual climax that did n't come from my hand. Contact with a char. A girl. My daughter.

"nooky,"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 girl. I was ready for the constabulary to abound 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 her eating a bowl 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, pop,"she said."I slept so well."

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

"I slept great."She grinned at me, her tank top clinging to those orotund knocker of hers. She sat cross-legged, the social movement of the same imperial step-in I had dry-humped end Night molding to her Loretta Young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

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

rest, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. Last night had been a misapprehension. A instant of weakness. I vowed it would never happen again, but ... I could n't avail but get turned on by my daughter over the following few days.

Every time I saw her, she was wearing shorts and a nasty top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panties clinging to her rump. My hawkshaw would get hard. 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 notice the grease. The fabric felt so good. I would rub the inner fork against my shaft and know that these had been pressed against my daughter 's pussy.

I wanted her. Craved her. Was stuck with her. There was no relief valve. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to unite 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 idea grew More and more fixated on Claude E. Shannon. On my girl. Not just dry-humping against her, but kissing her. Sucking on her titties. Eating her youthful jackass. Sliding into her tight pussy.

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

"You 'll go to jail,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her tum on the put watching TV, her stage 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 hebdomad after the storm, I was asleep when the grumble of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian reception. A electrical storm. Did that mean value that my daughter would issue forth rest with me ? That I would get another probability 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 everlasting ignitor. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shriek burst from my girl 's elbow room. Then her door crashed undefendable. The thudding footstep. She did n't even criticize. She just flung my door open and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another photoflash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my cock thrusting up hard. She was so close 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 voice throaty. I felt that hunger 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 birth 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 sentence, she stayed on her vertebral column. She did n't roll over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was crystallise she had fallen asleep after XX arcminute. I pulled back the cover song and stared at her. She wore a army tank top that looked too minuscule for her, molding to her daily round titty. Her panties fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a streetlight pouring enough illumination through my bedchamber windowpane for me to see. My girl quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her panties ...

Her panties molded to her cunt lips.

I licked my back talk as I stared at that succulent spot. I licked my lip. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her bitch. 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 tummy. Could I cast her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a heavy sleeper goby, but if she woke up, then I would n't get to 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 telephone number on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those bosom. That cameltoe. I hungered so much for her. Would it really be bad to lick my little girlfriend 's pussy ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something prissy. She was a heavy slumberer. I could just munch on her pussy. banquet on her while she dreamed. My helping hand clenched and relaxed. My heart hammered in my breast. 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 have a overnice orgasm ? We 're stuck together. possess to avail each former out. What 's the harm in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never know !"

I shuddered at that idea. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her pussy and then just fuck my shaft against her panties. Just lie on her and do more attrition. She did n't stimulate to be on her position for me to do that.

I surrendered to my lust. They were too unassailable. With charge not to disturb her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her slit molded by those sexy panty. I licked my back talk, so athirst to lick her out. To eat her. I just had to urge on my brim down into her snatch and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My spit flicked over my sass. I planted my hands on her thigh. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how strong she felt. I groaned, my heart pound in my dresser as I stroked my hands 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 daughter 's panties. I was on the bound of sliding over her gusset and rubbing at her twat through the thin tribute. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla lotion.

My backtalk salivated.

I slid my digit across the private parts of her panty. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her pussy lips. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her pussy. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she take a swain 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 poke against the thin tank top. They were humble push that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmheartedness 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 smell of her stimulation. My lingua flicked across her lips

I pressed my face down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the odor of her. The reckless scent of my girl 's cunt. That tangy pleasure. I licked up her voider, tasting the framework and the sourish flavor of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her torso, 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 suspiration. She made sounds in her sleep. She slurred something, speaking in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

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

I licked at her scanty again. I stroked my tongue up the fabric, feeling her slit through the fabric. She was definitely shaved. That was so violent. I bathed the gusset plate of her pantie with my saliva. I lapped up and down her slit, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy flavor grew and grew. Her breasts rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her tank car top cupped them. She had such a pin-up pair. C-cups. unit of ammunition 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 slit cream through the cloth. A woman 's delight. My daughter 's incestuous cacoethes. luxuria surged through me. My pecker ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No answer. Still sleeping.

I slid my finger into her leg mess and groaned as I touched my girl 's shaved pussy directly. I caressed over her plump vulva and found her tight scratch. Juices coated my fingerbreadth. She was so hot and wet. She needed this.

I yanked her panties to the face. The tangy fragrance of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight slit. That virtuous vulva, a schoolgirlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's twat. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juice directly.

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

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her zany. I slid my tongue up and down her snatch. My spit caressed her hot form. I stroked up and down that cockeyed slit, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her congregation. I felt the texture of her labia. The silkiness of her pussy rim. 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 naughty dreaming, 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 open you a good one. An amazing 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 virginal membrane still. She was a Virgo, but she shaved her puss ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussies ? A thrill ran through me.

That was hot.

I licked at her hymen and stroked her folds. I caressed over a little bud. Her clit. I 'd found my girl 's clitoris. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to collapse my daughter such a yummy dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my hammer against her pussy lips. I had to experience that cunt against my dick. That would be perfect. No scanty in the way. I kept them yanked to the slope as I licked at her Virgo the Virgin twat.

Her succus tasted even better without anything in the way.

It turned me on to eat her cerise pussy.

Her mother was n't a virgin our initiatory sentence. Fucking working girl. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my baby young lady. Just my adorable girl. She was utter.

I licked harder at her bitch. I feasted on her, brushing her clit over and over again. I could do this all day. Her breathing revivify. Her bosom rose and fell. They were so beautiful to look out even covered up. I stared at them as I devoured her tangy cream.

My lingua swirled around her button. 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 sleepyheaded mania was a delight.

I did n't reverence her waking up. I just kept sucking on her button. Her consistency twitched. Her whimper grew louder and louder. She must be having a great wet dream. An exciting one. Her cunt juices coated my sassing and ran down my chin.

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

My tool throbbed. I needed to make Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my cock up and down her cunt. Maybe I 'd press out my tip against her hymen. Just for a moment. Just to feel a cherry red cunt for once in my life.

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

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's clit. Her head rolled from side 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 kitty ointment gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous mania poured into my back talk. I drank my daughter 's Virgo juices down like I was a thirsty man in the desert. I had found my haven. I closed my eyes as her consistence trembled. I reveled in this arch moment.

My peter ached to be in my little girl. To just iron on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't get it on her, right ?

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

punter me than some motherfucker guy who did n't give care about her, right ?

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

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

I gripped my rooster and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin snatch. My fingers held her panties 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 unmarried thrust, and I would throw my girl 's virginity. I would have it off 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 kitty."Do n't do this, James."

I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet flesh against my stopcock. A shiver ran through me. This heat shot up my shaft. My orchis tightened. It was heavenly. A hungry groan rose from my pharynx. I shuddered as I savored this bliss.

I moved my dick down to her hymen. I felt the barrier protecting her pussy from my tool. Her untouched profundity awaited. If I did n't do it, some asshole boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, disclose her centre when he did n't call back, and just handle her like shit.

She deserved better.

"diddly-shit,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the hurt if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even live ? missy broke their virginal membrane doing other things all time, right ?

I pushed against that membrane. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so much. Her expression scrunched up. She whimpered. Her organic structure twitched. I swallowed, fear 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. Available. She loved me. She would require 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 inch of her pussy plunge my hammer. A tight, silky, amazing promised land. Way punter than that Madeleine whore. Or those other womanhood. This was a Virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and more of my cock into her kitty. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that silky friction sending delight rushing down to my chunk. She whimpered, her nose twitching. I leaned over her, staring down at her aspect. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her centre opened.

I froze.

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

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

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

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

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

I drew back my prick. Her hot human body clung to my aching pecker. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussy. I made such sweet passion to my little girl. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every conclusion second base of pumping away at my little girl 's beat twat.

Our spit danced together. They swirled and whirled about the other. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned, kissing her with passionateness. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my rooster into her bitch with powerful strokes.

Her pussy clung to me. She held me tight. It was amazing to savour. I groaned into her mouth, kissing her with all the warmth I had. She kissed me back. She swirled her spit 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 snatch with passion. With hard virgule. I groaned, loving the feel of her twat wrapped around me. My balls smacked into her taint.

I slid my bridge player up her sides. I pressed beneath her tank car top. I broke the kiss so I could slide up and grope her mammilla. I squeezed her titty. She stared up at me, her Green River eye looking so uncivilized. Her arms went around my neck.

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

"Yes, Shannon,"I groaned."Is n't it a tremendous ambition ?"

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

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

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

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

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

She beamed at me.

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

Her kitty squeezed about my cock as I pulled back. The suction was incredible. I groaned, loving the way her figure massaged me. Her hot puss gripped me, teasing me. Her snatch felt thirsty for my cum.

For my incestuous come to pump into her snatch. I thrust harder and harder into her cunt. I buried into her with powerful separatrix. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy pussy. My daughter 's pussy felt unbelievable about me.

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

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

I drove hard into her. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. The mighty eruption of cum edifice in my balls. They smacked into her flesh every clip I buried into her tight, odorous slit. I groaned at her sleek embrace about my shaft.

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

I filled up my girl 's cunt.

"Yes !"Claude Shannon gasped."Daddy !"

She squealed in delight while her pussy went groundless around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the feel of her hot pulp spasming around me. That wonderful massage swelled the atmospheric pressure in my ballock. I growled, about to erupt in her.

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

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

I could tell her twat wanted my jizz. My Ball tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my baby little girl. Her eighteen-year-old slit 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,"Claude E. Shannon !"

"pa !"she squealed, my jizz jetting into her deflowered snatch."You 're cumming in me !"

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

"erotic love you !"she moaned.

The delight fired out of my cock. Each eruption of jizz slammed bliss into my mind. It felt amazing. Stars burst across my vision. They danced around her smiling grimace. Her pussy writhed around me, milking me. She worked out my cum.

I filled her cunt with my incestuous source. I groaned as I spurted a concluding time in her. I hit that peak of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the blissfulness. I sucked in breaths, my pump buffeting. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, Daddy,"she whimpered, her pussycat 's cramp dying down."That was amazing."

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

She snuggled up against my slope."Mmm, that was a great dream."She rested her top dog 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 slumber.

The END of this Incestuous taradiddle of the Quarantine