Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

report One : Quarantined with His Nubile girl

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for Beta Reading this !

Three workweek with no women.

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

I liked my daughter. Hell, I loved my daughter, but having Claude E. Shannon stuck in the house with me for three calendar week was enough to get on anyone 's nerve. The only exciting place we could go was the grocery entrepot. And you could n't wrench that into any huge sum of money of time.

My wife and I were divorced. Even though she was eighteen, she would delay with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big grin on her look. I enjoyed spending weekends with my girl. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it did n't halter my way. 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 intemperate to find any quality sentence to be alone and watch porn with my daughter in the apartment. If she was n't in her own elbow room, she was in the aliveness room. Or the kitchen. She flounced around, bored. I got that, I did, but she was always hovering around.

I was learning how to solve from home these days. Sitting in my own office, which was just a desk in my chamber, and having to do rapid climb group meeting with my coworkers and trying to outride rich when I just wanted to do nothing was hard.

She would pop in during meetings and disrupt them. It happened to a lot of my coworkers. We were all having to adapt, but it was frustrating when she would just dart up and hug me from behind, and complain about being bored.

But what was there to do ? We 'd watched everything on Netflix worth watching. There were only some many times you could put a puzzle together ( once being almost too many clip ). We even played Monopoly.

Now at three weeks, it was getting intolerable. I needed to get put down, 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 Claude Elwood Shannon to bring any disease over.

I was so horny.

"Daddy, pop !"Shannon shouted, bounding into my sleeping room as I sat working on a sale report. Her red hair flying, she threw herself onto my bed wearing only a pair of crocked 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 aerodynamic legs ? I know she was only 18, but ... that fetching midriff. I could see her omphalos. She thrust her bare pes in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming pink.

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

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

"I have to get this work done,"I said, staring at her. honey oil eyes, a slender organic structure. Her breasts were good, though. They thrust up cupped by her tank top. Was she even wearing a bra ?"I 'm sorry. It 's work."

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

"I know,"I said, trying to be affected role. My cock was getting so hard. God, what was amiss with me ? Why was I finding my daughter so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't compensate at all. It was more than a minuscule have it away up."But I 'll get in difficulty 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 schoolhouse assigned her looked like such occupy study. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you turn. But can we go to the storehouse later ?"

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

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the report, my cock thick and throb. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the written report. I really had to polish off that. But it was toilsome to digest with my girl 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The sound drummed on the ardor escape outside of my window. The metal grating rattled while my rooster throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my dick screaming at me for ministration. No charwoman to enjoy. No peeress to hook up with on a dating app.

The merely woman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would possess to be enough. I swallowed and just managed to end the report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the comfort station. I closed the door. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

There on the storey was a pair of pink panties. It had lace on it. One of my girl 's. I did n't live she had scanty like this. It was somehow both girlish and sexy at the same prison term. My dick throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the scanty. I swallowed. Something womanly and intimate to tint. I loved peeling off a woman 's scanty and knowing I would be sliding into her pussy. I gripped the cloth tight in my hand, the itch to just wrap it around my cock growing in me.

I could just hitch off into her scanty. What was the scathe in that ?

They were my daughter 's panties, part 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 sweat pants. My cock popped out. Thick and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my barb. This fearful excitement rippled through me.

This was damage. I knew it was tremendous for me to even contemplate doing this. These were my daughter 's pantie. I had to be a arrant sicko to desire to do this. I bit my lip, my affection pounding in my chest.

I stroked up my stopcock, the cloth sliding over my peter. This fabric had touched my daughter 's skin. Her kitty-cat. The most intimate part of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the crown. I groaned at how good it felt.

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

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

bang ! smash ! smash !

"pappa, hurry up !"my girl said."And you better not stink it up !"

fear shot through me. I gasped and ripped the scanty from my peter. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain endeavour to hold my erection in plaza, my peter throb. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, so aware of my daughter outside the door.

"Jesus,"I muttered. I had to get a clasp. She was my daughter. I should n't even bear on her panties. That was going too far.

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her boobs rubbing across my breast. My picayune girl had breast. I groaned, my dick throbbing. I fled to the bread and butter room. If I went into my bedroom, I knew what I would be doing.

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

It felt like all the same detritus. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy appearance I 'd seen a 12 times, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to discount the throb in my dick.

Then my daughter rushed into the living 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 feel the plumpness of her rump on my stopcock. Then I groaned as she wiggled. She rubbed her butt end 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 feel my hardon ? Did she recognize I was erect at all ? What would she think if she did ?"I like it."

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

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

Her fingerbreadth stroked over my boldness, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my moustache. I learned the lady liked a good mustache. She ran her finger's breadth through the whiskers on my pep pill lip. My prick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Claude Elwood Shannon ?"I croaked.

"You should grow a quarantine beard !"she exclaimed."Your moustache is great, but you could be all grizzly. Get it dainty and thick."

"A quarantine whiskers ?"I asked, sounding more than a little mixed-up by her idea.

"Yeah !"She wiggled on me some more."A lot of guy are doing it. It 's what all the girls are into. You could possess a overnice 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."

"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 rear end 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 peter so hard.

We went to the entrepot, masks on. It was the foreign new world we lived in. My daughter was the solely person who would do close to me. Everyone else stayed back. hoi polloi were starting to bet a petty wild. No haircuts. No beauty parlor stumble for the cleaning woman. Even my daughter 's hairsbreadth was beginning to record foretoken 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 woman 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 corresponding 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 base. I was still hard. Not rampagingly erect, but that throbbing at the tip of my cock, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner with Shannon, eating it, and watching some TV.

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

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

The rain had never relented. It had been going on all day. The winding was picking up, a storm sweeping through. I ignored it and stripped naked for bed. I never slept in wearing 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 optic and stroked my cock. I pumped my hired hand up and down my prick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine chick I had been flirting with before lockdown went into essence. Twenty-seven. Big, cancel tits. Blonde hair. Amytal 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 shaft. I groaned at how good it felt. I worked my hand faster. My toes curled. I groaned as the ache swelled and swelled.

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

My fantasy shifted on me. blond Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal daughter. Shannon 's greens eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth extensive and sucked on my shaft. I groaned at the tabu image.

My hand stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled sharp and loud as I worked my hand up and down my dick. I could n't stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, Cy Young charwoman. She had those round breast and those plummet lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my rooster with hunger. She feasted on my dick with the wild lustfulness of an eighteen-year-old girlfriend. I groaned, knowing this was wrongfulness. I could n't reckon of my daughter like this. She was my own build and blood, but ...

I needed to cum.

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

My pecker hurtled toward my eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with passion. I sucked in deep breathing space, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few more than strokes. Lightning blazed outside the windowpane. The drinking glass rattled from the thunder.

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

pace thudded down the entrance hall and then my door flare-up open. Cursing, I pulled up my book binding in time to see Claude Shannon burst into my bedroom and splurge herself at me. She wore a tankful top and a pair of panties.

"papa !"she squealed in fright and burrowed beneath my covers. Her head popped out right next to me. She clung to my body.

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as fuddled as a board, my dick tenting the front of my back. I was so mindful of how naked I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning burst. Her face appeared in the strobing luminance. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her aspect into my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg lantern slide over my thigh. I felt the plumpness 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, pa ? I do n't care it. That strait ..."

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

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

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

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

"delay, that 's why you want to slumber with me ?"I asked, aching to prevent masturbating."That 's the dumbest thing I 've heard."

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

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

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

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

I do n't bed how foresightful I stared up at the ceiling immobilized by her presence. I swallowed, just wanting to slip out of bed and go to the bath. 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 covers with us both. I should just go to sleep. Or, at least, I should put on some underdrawers. Cover up. My dick pulsed and throbbed.

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

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My tool knife thrust out before me. I closed my oculus to go to kip. My shaft 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 intellect. It itched at my mentation. I shuddered, my dick pulse and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to retain this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. pin asleep.

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

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

Other estimation filled my mind. I could just ... protrusion against her ass. Just grinding my cock into her. I could pretend I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping would n't even mean touching her. Not directly. Her panties would be in the way.

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

I swallowed, my dick throbbing. Aching. I rolled over, unable to stop myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She did n't so much as stir. 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, oblivious to her demoralize Father 's lusts. The silkiness of her panties and the warmth of her hindquarters beneath the fabric felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

Physical contact with a ... a ... a female person. A girlfriend. My daughter.

I closed my centre, trying not to think it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the spinal column of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I ground against. Only a sparse layer 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 flavor amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the curve of her rump. I pushed my shaft 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 hefty eruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every instant of it.

The pleasure exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful extravasation of blissfulness. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The raptus consumed my mentation. I groaned. Hit that peak.

I hovered there, trembling, spurting the last of my cum on my girl 's ass like a pure pervert. I groaned at how large it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that did n't come from my hired man. liaison with a charwoman. A young woman. My daughter.

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

I rolled onto my spine 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 collar 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 smiling. So warmly and loving. full moon 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 breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front of the Sami purple panties I had dry-humped last Night molding to her young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

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

Relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. stopping point night had been a mistake. A here and now of impuissance. I vowed it would never pass off 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 trunks and a tight top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the lounge, the pantie clinging to her can. My putz would get hard. Throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just bulge against her.

I jerked off into her pantie. Twice a day, I would be in the bath pumping away and hoping she would n't mark the soil. The cloth felt so trade good. I would rub the intimate crotch against my cock and know that these had been pressed against my daughter 's pussy.

I wanted her. Craved her. Was stuck with her. There was no evasion. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to connect me. If I needed to go to the market stock to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, aegir to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

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

To experience cunt around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a char. My daughter looked More and to a greater extent ripe and succulent with every passing hour. Ideas of seducing her played through my mind.

"You 'll go to jail,"I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the couch watching TV, her legs thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. kickshaw toes I could soak up."real number prison, James. point that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A week after the tempest, I was asleep when the gang fight of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian response. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would come sleep with me ? That I would get another prospect 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 light. The smack boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shriek burst from my daughter 's room. Then her room access crashed receptive. The thudding pace. She did n't even knock. She just toss my door surface and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flare 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 organic structure and knew I would be getting off tonight. She whimpered as the lightning moved away.

"S-sorry, papa,"she said.

"Do n't be,"I answered, my interpreter throaty. I felt that thirstiness in me."You can slip into my bed whenever you need it."

She let out a long suspiration."Thank you, Daddy."

I just grinned and knew I would n't have to hold off long. Just for her to accrue asleep. She clung to me for a few more here and now and then she rolled off of me. This time, she stayed on her backbone. She did n't undulate over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was earn she had fallen asleep after 20 bit. I pulled back the covers and stared at her. She wore a tank car top that looked too low for her, molding to her round breasts. Her panties fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a street lamp pouring adequate light through my sleeping accommodation window for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her pantie ...

Her pantie molded to her pussy lips.

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

I could n't dry-hump her ass if she was on her breadbasket. 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 grate 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 twine onto her side.

The red numbers on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those mamilla. That cameltoe. I hungered so a good deal for her. Would it really be bad to figure out my short girl 's twat ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something courteous. She was a heavy slumberer. I could just munch on her cunt. Feast on her while she dreamed. My hands clenched and relaxed. My inwardness hammered in my dresser. This was so wrong. So make love up.

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

I licked my lips.

"Exactly,"I whispered back to myself."Does n't she merit to have a Nice sexual climax ? We 're stuck together. give to help each former out. What 's the harm in it ?"

"Prison. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never get laid !"

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

I surrendered to my luxuria. They were too hard. With aid not to interrupt her, I moved between my sleeping daughter 's thighs. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panties. I licked my lips, so hungry to drub her out. To eat her. I just had to press my lips down into her puss and nuzzle at her. She would cum hard.

That would be exciting.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I planted my manpower on her second joint. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how tender she felt. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest as I stroked my custody up her legs.

"You 're gorgeous, Claude E. Shannon,"I whispered, her red hair fanned over my pillow. Her breast rose slowly.

My hands reached her private parts. I licked my rim as I caressed the leg hole of my daughter 's step-in. I was on the boundary of sliding over her inset and rubbing at her twat through the slight tribute. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla extract lotion.

My mouth salivated.

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

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

But I was at her pussy.

A affectionateness bled through her panties. Her excitement. 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 scent of her arousal. My tongue flicked across her backtalk

I pressed my human face down. I rubbed into her panties and breathed in. I groaned at the perfume of her. The heady scent of my daughter 's cunt. That tangy delectation. I licked up her gusset plate, tasting the fabric and the sourish relish of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her body, but she just kept lying there. Her bosom rose and fell. She was n't moving. Was n't coming awake. It was just a whimper. A suspiration. She made auditory sensation in her quietus. She slurred something, speaking in her quietus for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

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

I licked at her scanty again. I stroked my tongue up the fabric, feeling her puss through the material. She was definitely shaved. That was so baseless. I bathed the gusset of her panties 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 army 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 tart pussy cream through the fabric. A womanhood 's delight. My daughter 's incestuous passion. lustfulness surged through me. My dick ached and throbbed as I nibbled up and down her panties.

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

No answer. Still sleeping.

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

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

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

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her bozo. I slid my spit up and down her pussy. My tongue caressed her hot chassis. I stroked up and down that tight puss, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her folds. I felt the grain of her labia. The silkiness of her pussy lips. 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 up.

"You 're having a naughty dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her cunt again. I slid up her incision, gathering up her incestuous juice."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let dad give you a goodness one. An amazing one."

She whimpered. Such a cute sound.

I dug my tongue into her groove and stroked across a membrane. I froze. I pushed on it. She had her Hymen still. She was a Virgo the Virgin, but she shaved her pussy ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussycat ? A tremor ran through me.

That was hot.

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

Then I would dry prominence on her. Just rub my cock against her pussy lips. I had to sense that fathead against my peter. That would be perfect. No panties in the way. I kept them yanked to the side 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 cherry tree pussy.

Her mother was n't a virgin our first clock time. Fucking tart. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a whore. Oh, no, she was my baby young woman. Just my adorable girl. 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 quicken. Her bosom rose and fell. They were so beautiful to watch even covered up. I stared at them as I devoured her tangy cream.

My tongue 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 passion was a delight.

I did n't reverence her waking up. I just kept sucking on her clit. Her consistence jerk. Her whine grew louder and louder. She must be having a outstanding 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 pecker throbbed. I needed to ca-ca Claude E. 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 hymen. Just for a moment. Just to sense a cherry snatch for once in my life.

I would n't do more than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping daughter 's clit. Her fountainhead rolled from face to slope. Her second joint twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her orgasm had to be almost on her. I wanted her pick to gush into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her pussy pick gushed out.

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

My dick ached to be in my little miss. To just constrict on her cherry and ... and ...

I could n't be intimate 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 prepare. It was the perfect time for her to lose her virginity.

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

I loved Claude Elwood Shannon. She was my sister missy. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first time.

I squeezed my center shut and ripped my school principal from her crotch."the Nazarene,"I muttered."Am I ... ?"

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

I just had to ram into her. Just a 1 stab, and I would have my daughter 's virginity. I would love her while she slept. I made her cum. She could do the same for me, right ?

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

I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet bod against my cock. A tremor ran through me. This passion shot up my cock. My chunk tightened. It was heavenly. A hungry groan 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 peter. Her untouched depths awaited. If I did n't do it, some shit boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, stop her affectionateness when he did n't call back, and just treat her like shit.

She deserved better.

"Shit,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the injury if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even know ? lady friend broke their maidenhead doing early things all time, right ?

I pushed against that tissue layer. I felt it stretching. I shuddered, wanting to be in her so much. Her face scrunched up. She whimpered. Her body twitched. I swallowed, concern and lecherousness 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 cerise popped.

I gasped as I slid into her snatch. Inch after inch after amazing inch of her puss engulfed my cock. A tight, sleek, amazing promised land. Way break than that Madeleine whore. Or those other women. This was a virgin twat.

My daughter 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of my turncock into her pussy. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that slick friction sending delight rushing down to my nut. She whimpered, her nozzle vellication. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my piddling girl.

Her oculus opened.

I froze.

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

"It 's just a dream,"I told her, affright hurry through me. I waited for her to scream. To go against in panic."A naughty, aphrodisiacal dream."

"Mmm, Daddy,"she moaned, this throaty sound of delight."What a nice dream."

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

I kissed her with passion. I thrust my knife into my daughter 's mouth. I sank my matter down on her, feeling her dummy through her tank top, her mamilla hard. Her thighs slid around my waistline. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

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

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussycat. I made such sweet love to my little girl. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every import of being in her. I savored every last indorsement of pumping away at my short little girl 's amazing twat.

Our tongue danced together. They swirled and whirled about the other. It was amazing to bask. I groaned, kissing her with rage. This was incredible. I pumped away at her, driving my cock into her pussy with powerful strokes.

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

She whimpered, her back talk kissing me back with hunger. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snatch with passion. With tough strokes. I groaned, loving the feel of her twat wrapped around me. My Lucille Ball smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her side of meat. I pressed beneath her tank top. I broke the kiss so I could slide up and grope her tits. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her green optic looking so wild. Her arms went around my neck.

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

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

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

I shuddered, savoring her hot soma being wrapped around me. She felt incredible. Just a joy for me to bask it. I pumped away at her with surd stroking. I buried into her pussy again and again. I slammed to the hilt in her.

My hawkshaw throbbed in her cunt. Her snatch squeezed about me while I groped her tits beneath her tank top. She stared up at me with such pleasure in her center. She humped back into my thrust, the bed creaking.

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

"I love you, too !"I groaned, thrusting into her cunt."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 flesh massaged me. Her hot cunt gripped me, teasing me. Her snatch felt hungry for my cum.

For my incestuous seed to pump into her snatch. I thrust harder and harder into her puss. I buried into her with right strokes. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy kitty-cat. My daughter 's snatch felt unbelievable about me.

"Oh, dad, yes, yes !"she moaned."Oh, that 's skilful. That 's astonishing. pa !"

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

I drove hard into her. The ache swelled at the tip of my peter. The mighty eruption of cum construction in my ballock. They smacked into her figure every time I buried into her tight, confection pussy. I groaned at her silky embrace about my shaft.

I rubbed at her tit with my thumb. She gasped, her face scrunching up and her pussycat tightening around my cock. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her weapon shifting around my neck. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."pappa !"

She squealed in delight while her pussy went wild around me. I thrust into her cunt, groaning at the feel of her hot anatomy spasming around me. That rattling massage swelled the insistence in my testis. I growled, about to erupt in her.

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

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

I could enjoin her pussy wanted my jizz. My balls tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my baby girl. Her eighteen-year-old cunt brought me right field to the border. I groaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. I buried in deep.

Erupted.

I broke the kiss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"love life you !"she moaned.

The pleasure fired out of my turncock. Each eruption of jizz slammed bliss into my judgment. It felt amazing. Stars burst across my vision. They danced around her smiling face. Her slit writhed around me, milking me. She worked out my cum.

I filled her pussy with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a net clock time in her. I hit that peak of my delight. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breaths, my heart throbbing. The blood rushed through my veins.

"Oh, pappa,"she whimpered, her pussy 's muscle spasm 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 majuscule dream."She rested her head on my shoulder."I hope I have it every night."

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

"Good."

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

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine