Incestuous tarradiddle of the Quarantine

history One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta recitation this !

Three weeks with no women.

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

I liked my daughter. blaze, I loved my girl, but having Shannon stuck in the house with me for three weeks was enough to get on anyone 's nerve. The merely shake spot we could go was the grocery store storehouse. And you could n't plough that into any Brobdingnagian measure of time.

My wife and I were divorced. Even though she was eighteen, she would stay with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smile on her face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my girl. I hooked up with charwoman on weekday nighttime 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 action, and I was getting horny.

Masturbation did n't cut it, and it was grueling to chance any quality meter to be alone and watch porn with my daughter in the flat. If she was n't in her own room, she was in the livelihood elbow room. Or the kitchen. She flounced around, bored. I got that, I did, but she was always hovering around.

I was learning how to work from home these days. Sitting in my own office staff, which was just a desk in my bedroom, and having to do Zoom encounter with my coworkers and trying to remain productive when I just wanted to do nothing was hard.

She would pop in during meetings and disrupt them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to adapt, but it was frustrating when she would just flutter 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 puzzler together ( once being almost too many multiplication ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three weeks, it was getting intolerable. I needed to get repose, 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 require Claude Shannon to convey any disease over.

I was so horny.

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

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

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

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

"I have to get this body of work done,"I said, staring at her. greenness heart, a slender organic structure. Her tit were right, though. They thrust up cupped by her tank top. Was she even wearing a bra ?"I 'm grim. It 's work."

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

"I know,"I said, trying to be affected role. My cock was getting so hard. God, what was damage with me ? Why was I finding my girl so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't right at all. It was more than a little bang up."But I 'll get in bother if I do n't get this done. Sorry."

"Fine,"she pouted."I 'll go lecture 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 worry. What her school assigned her seem like such busy employment. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you puzzle out. But can we go to the depot later ?"

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

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the report, my turncock thick and throbbing. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to cease that. But it was intemperately to concentrate with my daughter 's physical structure filling my mind.

It started raining. The phone drummed on the flack safety valve outside of my windowpane. The alloy grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my dick screech at me for ease. No women to enjoy. No ladies 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 deliver to be enough. I swallowed and just managed to finish the report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the wash room. I closed the door. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

There on the floor was a distich of pink panties. It had lace on it. One of my daughter 's. I did n't screw she had panties 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 sexual to partake. I loved peeling off a adult female 's step-in and knowing I would be sliding into her snatch. I gripped the cloth tight in my hand, the urge to just wrap it around my cock growing in me.

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

They were my daughter 's scanty, 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 sweatpants. My prick popped out. thick and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my shaft. This fearsome excitement rippled through me.

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

I stroked up my cock, the cloth sliding over my cock. This material had touched my girl 's cutis. Her kitty. The most confidant part of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the crown. I groaned at how good it felt.

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

It was unbelievable. Amazing. I could—

knock ! bash ! knocking !

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

fearfulness shot 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 boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain attempt to hold my erection in blank space, my cock throbbing. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

"Jesus,"I muttered. I had to get a grip. She was my daughter. I should n't even reach her step-in. That was going too far.

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her dumbbell rubbing across my chest. My little girl had breasts. I groaned, my dick pounding. I fled to the life room. If I went into my chamber, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the same debris. The Lapplander recommendation as always. I groaned and then just put on a clowning show I 'd seen a dozen times, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to push aside the throb in my dick.

Then my girl rushed into the keep room and, to my daze, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her bottom rightfield on my hardon, her wooden leg jab over the unexpended armrest of my electric chair, her arm going around my neck.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, my dick throbbing beneath her. Could she finger my hardon ? Did she realize I was erect at all ? What would she believe 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 oculus studied me with this considering look. Then, to my shock, her finger stroked down my jawline.

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

Her finger stroked over my cheek, rasping over my husk, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the ma'am liked a good mustache. She ran her digit through the face fungus on my upper lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should grow a quarantine beard !"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 than a little bemused by her idea.

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

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

"commodity,"she said."I think you 'll look 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 tool, and then hopped off."If you 're watching TV, your employment must be done, so can we go to the fund ?"

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

We went to the shop, mask on. It was the strange new world we lived in. My daughter was the sole mortal who would come close to me. Everyone else stayed back. people were starting to look a little dotty. No haircuts. No salon slip for the women. Even my daughter 's hair was beginning to express mark of needing cutting.

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

And it was n't the like 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 home. I was still hard. Not rampagingly erect, but that throbbing at the tip of my turncock, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner with 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 figurer was there with the work that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your bedroom.

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

The rainwater had never relented. It had been going on all day. The nothingness 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 prick hard.

This was the only prospect I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my eyes and stroked my cock. I pumped my deal up and down my putz. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to imagine about that Madeleine chick I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. 27. Big, natural tit. blonde hair. Blue eyes. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

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

pop, let me suckle your cock for you, whispered through my mind.

My fantasy shifted on me. Blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal daughter. Shannon 's William Green eye sparkled as she opened her mouth broad and sucked on my tool. I groaned at the taboo image.

My mitt stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled sharp and loud as I worked my hired hand up and down my dick. I could n't kibosh myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, untried woman. She had those round boobs and those plump lips.

In my phantasy, she sucked my prick with hungriness. She feasted on my peter with the wild lust of an eighteen-year-old missy. I groaned, knowing this was wrongly. I could n't reckon of my daughter like this. She was my own bod and blood, but ...

I needed to cum.

"That 's it,"I breathed, the flashing lightning illuminating my hand working up and down my cock."Just wet-nurse that peter. Mmm, you want Daddy 's cum, do n't you ?"

My dick hurtled toward my clap. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with passion. I sucked in deep breathing time, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few More strokes. Lightning blazed outside the windowpane. The glass rattled from the boom.

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

Footsteps thudded down the anteroom and then my door fit undecided. Cursing, I pulled up my blanket in meter to see Shannon burst into my bedroom and fling herself at me. She wore a tank top and a yoke of panties.

"papa !"she squealed in fearfulness and burrowed beneath my binding. Her top dog popped out right following to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as steady as a gameboard, my cock tenting the battlefront of my covers. I was so aware of how nude I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning outburst. Her fount appeared in the strobing light. The roar rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her brass into my shoulder. Her consistency trembled beneath mine. Her leg chute 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 part tight."It 's just ... Ca n't I sleep in here tonight, Daddy ? I do n't care it. That sound ..."

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

"There 's deal of room in yours,"she said."You wo n't even make love 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 hold back masturbating."That 's the obtuse thing I 've heard."

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

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

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

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

I do n't screw how long 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 bath. She shifted a few time, her panty-covered croupe rubbing on me.

I felt the passion of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the cover song 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.

theme 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 stoppage. Just the rain and the wind. I could hear her shallow, steady breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My tool knife thrust out before me. I closed my eyes to go to log Z's. My peter throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a girl in the bed. A girlfriend that I could enjoy.

That depraved thought grew and grew in my idea. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my putz pulsation and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to go along 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 and—

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

other ideas filled my nous. I could just ... protuberance against her ass. Just grinding my shaft into her. I could feign I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping would n't even mean touching her. Not directly. Her panties would be in the way.

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

I swallowed, my dick pounding. aching. I rolled over, unable to stop myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She did n't so much as splash. I shuddered, and then I pressed my dick against her posterior. Right on her panty-clad ass. I just had to rub against her now.

I thrust forward. I fought the groan as I dry-humped against my daughter 's ass. She slept, unmindful to her deprave father 's lusts. The sleekness of her panties and the warmth of her derriere beneath the textile felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

Physical inter-group communication with a ... a ... a female. A little girl. My daughter.

I closed my eyes, trying not to opine it was my infant girl I was grinding on, but in the back of my mind, I knew it. That was my girl 's ass I ground against. Only a tenuous level of textile 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 fire up up. That only helped to do this feeling amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my putz swelled as I felt the curve of her derriere. I pushed my putz in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the channel of her crack.

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

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

The pleasure exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful clap of blissfulness. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her wear. The exaltation consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the final stage of my cum on my daughter 's ass like a complete pervert. I groaned at how majuscule it felt. It was amazing. An coming that did n't come from my deal. Contact with a woman. A girlfriend. My daughter.

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

I rolled onto my rear and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the fearfulness slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was cook for the police to burst in and halt 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 bread and butter room to feel her eating a bowl of cereal and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smiling. So warm and loving. Full of delight.

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

"You did n't, uh, listen 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 unit of ammunition bosom of hers. She sat cross-legged, the presence of the same purple panties I had dry-humped lastly night molding to her young build. 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. Last Nox had been a misapprehension. A moment of weakness. I vowed it would never chance 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 couch, the panties clinging to her fanny. My shaft would get hard. throb erect. Want to do naughty affair to her.

Just hump against her.

I jerked off into her step-in. Twice a day, I would be in the lavatory pumping away and hoping she would n't discover the stains. The cloth felt so skillful. I would rub the inner genitals against my turncock and know that these had been pressed against my daughter 's pussy.

I wanted her. Craved her. Was wedge with her. There was no escape valve. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to link me. If I needed to go to the food market computer storage to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

My opinion grew to a greater extent 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 zany. Sliding into her tight pussy.

To palpate snatch around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a charwoman. My daughter looked more than and more ripe and succulent with every release hr. Ideas of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to lag,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the couch look out TV, her legs thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. goody toes I could fellate."Real prison, Saint James. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A workweek after the storm, I was asleep when the rumble of lightning woke me up. My stopcock went hard with this Pavlovian response. A electric storm. Did that mean that my girl 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 double-dyed light. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shriek salvo from my daughter 's room. Then her door crashed undetermined. The thudding footsteps. She did n't even ping. She just fling my threshold open and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another heartbeat and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my cock thrusting up hard. She was so stopping point 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, pa,"she said.

"Do n't be,"I answered, my vocalization throaty. I felt that hunger in me."You can steal 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 make to wait long. Just for her to fall down asleep. She clung to me for a few more moments and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her back. She did n't roll over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was clear-cut she had fallen asleep after 20 minutes. I pulled back the covers and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too small for her, molding to her round breast. Her pantie fit tight. My optic had adjusted, a streetlight pouring enough clarification through my sleeping room windowpane for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her pantie ...

Her scanty molded to her pussy lips.

I licked my mouth as I stared at that succulent spot. I licked my lips. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her twat. To puzzle 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 tummy. Could I turn over 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 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 wrap onto her side.

The red numbers racket on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those tits. That cameltoe. I hungered so much for her. Would it really be bad to puzzle out my slight daughter 's pussy ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something prissy. She was a heavy wagon-lit. I could just munch on her kitty-cat. Feast on her while she dreamed. My manus clenched and relaxed. My nub hammered in my dresser. This was so unseasonable. So lie with 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 have a nice orgasm ? We 're stuck together. Have to avail each other out. What 's the trauma in it ?"

"Prison. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never have sex !"

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

I surrendered to my lust. They were too strong. With attention not to agitate her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panties. I licked my brim, so hungry to figure out her out. To eat her. I just had to press my mouth down into her twat and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My natural language flicked over my sass. I planted my handwriting on her thigh. I stroked up and down her hot material body. I shuddered at how warm she felt. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest as I stroked my hired hand 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 yap of my daughter 's panties. I was on the edge of sliding over her gusset and rubbing at her twat through the slenderize protective cover. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla application.

My mouth salivated.

I slid my finger across the crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my metacarpophalangeal joint into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her purulent lips. God, she was shaved. My girl shaved her goof. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she deliver a boyfriend I did n't know about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her snatch, watching her side. She kept breathing her psyche turned to the right. Her teat hardened. I watched them pound against the slim tank top. They were low buttons that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A heat bled through her panties. Her inflammation. My digit grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my olfactory organ. Tangy. The aroma of her arousal. My tongue flicked across her lips

I pressed my expression down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The heady smell of my girl 's puss. That lemonlike delectation. I licked up her gusset, tasting the fabric and the tangy feel of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

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

She was probably dreaming.

I grinned."I 'll reach you something exceptional to dream about, Shannon."

I licked at her panties again. I stroked my tongue up the fabric, feeling her slit through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so natural state. I bathed the gusset of her scanty with my spit. I lapped up and down her slit, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy smell grew and grew. Her tit rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her cooler top cupped them. She had such a lovely duo. C-cups. bout 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 slit ointment through the cloth. A cleaning woman 's delight. My daughter 's incestuous warmth. luxuria surged through me. My peter ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No solution. Still sleeping.

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

I yanked her scanty to the side. The lemony aroma of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight scratch. That virginal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my girl 's bozo. Right on her slit. I tasted her tangy juice directly.

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

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her goofball. I slid my clapper up and down her grab. My tongue caressed her hot frame. I stroked up and down that tight slit, just grazing her at first.

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

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

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my natural language into her groove and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her hymen still. She was a virgin, but she shaved her pussy ? 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 faithful. I caressed over a petty bud. Her clit. I 'd found my daughter 's clit. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to give my daughter such a delicious dream.

Then I would dry prominence on her. Just rub my stopcock against her pussy sass. I had to feel that twat against my putz. That would be perfect. No panties in the way. I kept them yanked to the side 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 red pussy.

Her female parent was n't a virgin our first off time. Fucking sporting lady. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a cocotte. Oh, no, she was my baby young woman. Just my lovely daughter. She was perfect.

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

My glossa 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 passion was a delight.

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

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

My dick throbbed. I needed to work Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my cock up and down her pussy. Maybe I 'd press my tip against her virginal membrane. Just for a consequence. Just to feel a cherry puss for once in my life.

I would n't do more than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping girl 's clit. Her head rolled from side to position. Her thighs twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her orgasm had to be almost on her. I wanted her cream to jet into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her pussy cream gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous rage poured into my sass. I drank my girl 's 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 wicked moment.

My dick ached to be in my lilliputian girlfriend. To just compact on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't eff her, right ?

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

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

I loved Claude Shannon. She was my babe miss. I wanted what was best for her. A painless 1st prison term.

I squeezed my optic shut and ripped my capitulum from her genitalia."Redeemer,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

I gripped my cock and brought it closer and closer and closer to her shaved, virgin cunt. My fingers held her scanty to the position. I stared right at her puss. I licked my lips, the thirstiness for my daughter growing and growing in me.

I just had to ram into her. Just a exclusive drive, and I would have my daughter 's virginity. I would make out her while she slept. I made her cum. She could do the Saame for me, right ?

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

I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet flesh against my cock. A shudder ran through me. This passion shot up my shaft. 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 roadblock protecting her pussy from my gumshoe. Her unaffected depths awaited. If I did n't do it, some arsehole boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, discover her pith when he did n't call back, and just treat her like shit.

She deserved better.

"dickhead,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the harm if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even know ? young lady 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 very much. Her font scrunched up. She whimpered. Her body twitched. I swallowed, awe and lustfulness warring inside of me. The conflict built and built and built.

I had n't had pussy in a month.

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

I thrust hard.

My girl 's cherry popped.

I gasped as I slid into her cunt. column inch after in after amazing in of her slit absorb my hammer. A tight, silky, amazing heaven. Way meliorate than that Madeleine whore. Or those former fair sex. This was a 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 flesh caressed my tip, that silky detrition sending delight rushing down to my Lucille Ball. She whimpered, her nose twitching. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my petty girl.

Her optic opened.

I froze.

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

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

"Mmm, dada,"she moaned, this throaty sound of pleasure."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 dream. She must be still coming out of her eternal rest, thinking this was a continuation of the sex dream my snatch licking had given her.

I kissed her with warmth. I thrust my tongue into my girl 's mouth. I sank my matter down on her, feeling her bosom through her tank top, her nipples hard. Her second joint slid around my waistline. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

I drew back my rooster. Her hot bod clung to my aching gumshoe. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my girl 's pussy. I made such afters love to my piffling fille. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every moment of being in her. I savored every last second of pumping away at my short girl 's amazing twat.

Our clapper danced together. They swirled and whirled about the other. It was amazing to delight. I groaned, kissing her with passion. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my cock into her twat 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 passionateness I had. She kissed me back. She swirled her tongue through my mouth. I loved her. I savored kissing my daughter. I never wanted this to stop.

She whimpered, her sass kissing me back with hunger. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snatch with passion. With hard strokes. I groaned, loving the feel of her goof wrapped around me. My ball smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her sides. I pressed beneath her army tank top. I broke the kiss so I could slip up and grope her tits. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her green middle looking so rampantly. Her arms went around my neck.

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy, Daddy !"she moaned. It sounded so naughty."Oh, Daddy, I love you. I love you so a good deal !"

"I love you, too !"I groaned, thrusting into her cunt."Claude E. 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 suction was incredible. I groaned, loving the way her figure massaged me. Her hot bitch gripped me, teasing me. Her puss felt hungry for my cum.

For my incestuous source to pump into her twat. I thrust harder and harder into her cunt. I buried into her with powerful cerebrovascular accident. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy pussy. My daughter 's grab felt incredible about me.

"Oh, Daddy, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's well. 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 building in my balls. They smacked into her flesh every sentence I buried into her tight, sweet pussy. I groaned at her silky embrace about my shaft.

I rubbed at her mammilla with my ovolo. She gasped, her face scrunching up and her pussy tightening around my dick. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her implements of war 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 pussy went wild around me. I thrust into her snatch, groaning at the feel of her hot frame spasming around me. That fantastic massage swelled the press in my balls. I growled, about to erupt in her.

"Oh, pa, yes !"she squealed, her munition around my neck pulling me down.

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

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

Erupted.

I broke the buss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"beloved you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my hammer. Each eruption of jizz slammed bliss into my mind. It felt amazing. Stars burst across my sight. They danced around her smiling case. Her cunt writhed around me, milking me. She worked out my cum.

I filled her slit with my incestuous seeded player. I groaned as I spurted a final exam time in her. I hit that peak of my pleasure. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breathing place, my gist throb. 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 neat dream."She rested her head on my shoulder joint."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 girl 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 narration of the Quarantine