Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

report One : Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for Beta Reading this !

tercet weeks with no women.

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

I liked my daughter. inferno, I loved my girl, but having Shannon stuck in the planetary house with me for three workweek was enough to get on anyone 's cheek. The only if rouse place we could go was the foodstuff store. And you could n't turn that into any immense quantity of time.

My wife and I were divorced. Even though she was 18, she would stay with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smile on her face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my daughter. I hooked up with women on weekday nighttime so it did n't cramp my dash. 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.

onanism did n't cut it, and it was tough to detect any calibre fourth dimension to be alone and watch out porn with my daughter in the apartment. If she was n't in her own room, she was in the living 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 position, which was just a desk in my bedroom, and having to do Zoom meetings with my coworkers and trying to stay productive when I just wanted to do nada was hard.

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

I was so horny.

"daddy, dad !"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 shortstop and a armoured combat vehicle 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 belly button. She thrust her bare feet in the air. Her toenails were all gleaming garden pink.

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

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

"I have to get this employment done,"I said, staring at her. Green middle, a slender body. Her titty were ripe, though. They thrust up cupped by her tank top. Was she even wearing a bra ?"I 'm gloomy. It 's work."

"But I 'm world-weary,"she moaned, her peg kicking.

"I know,"I said, trying to be affected role. My pecker was getting so hard. God, what was wrong with me ? Why was I finding my girl so sexy all of a sudden ? That was n't proper at all. It was more than a little screw up."But I 'll get in fuss 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 care. What her shoal assigned her wait like such busy employment. Pointless stuff."I 'll let you work. But can we go to the computer storage later ?"

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

My daughter had an ass ... Damn.

I swallowed and turned back to the report, my shaft thick and pounding. It swelled the nominal head of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to end up that. But it was severely to boil down with my daughter 's body filling my mind.

It started raining. The phone drummed on the fire escape cock outside of my window. The metal grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the papers, my dick screaming at me for relief. No women to delight. No ladies to hook up with on a geological dating app.

The solitary woman was ...

I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would have to be decent. I swallowed and just managed to finish the report. I pushed back from my desk and headed to the restroom. I closed the door. Locked it. I would just quickly stroke one out and ...

There on the floor was a span of pink scanty. It had lace on it. One of my daughter 's. I did n't know she had panty like this. It was somehow both schoolgirlish and sexy at the same time. My dick throbbed hard in my sweatpants.

I picked up the panties. I swallowed. Something feminine and intimate to equal. I loved peeling off a cleaning lady 's step-in and knowing I would be sliding into her pussy. I gripped the cloth tight in my manus, the impulse to just envelop it around my cock growing in me.

I could just hitch off into her panties. What was the impairment in that ?

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

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

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

I stroked up my cock, the material sliding over my prick. This fabric had touched my daughter 's tegument. Her kitty. The most knowledgeable part of her. I shuddered as I reached the tip and caressed over the jacket crown. I groaned at how honest it felt.

trinity weeks without getting laid. The longsighted I 'd gone since my wife divorced me.

It was incredible. Amazing. I could—

KNOCK ! knock ! knocking !

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

fear shot through me. I gasped and ripped the panties from my hammer. I quickly stuffed them in the wearing apparel hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweat pants. They did a vain attempt to harbor my erection in space, my turncock throbbing. I flushed the toilet and washed my hired man, so aware of my girl outside the door.

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

I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her tit rubbing across my chest. My fiddling girl had breasts. I groaned, my dick pounding. I fled to the keep room. If I went into my sleeping accommodation, I knew what I would be doing.

I had to watch 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 same junk. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a drollery display I 'd seen a twelve times, the IT crew. I leaned back in my lounger, struggling to disregard the pounding in my dick.

Then my girl rushed into the living room and, to my blow, she threw herself on my lap. She planted her rump rightfield on my hardon, her legs jabbing over the left hand armrest of my chairman, her arm going around my neck.

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

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

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

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

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

Her fingerbreadth stroked over my cheek, rasping over my stubble, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the gentlewoman liked a expert mustache. She ran her digit through the whisker on my pep pill lip. My dick throbbed harder.

What was she doing ?

"Shannon ?"I croaked.

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

"A quarantine whiskers ?"I asked, sounding more 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 female child are into. You could have a nice and boneheaded one. Be all manly."

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

"good,"she said."I think you 'll look big with one, Daddy."She bounced on my lap and glanced at the TV."Ugh, this show sucks."She twisted on me, sliding that derriere over my prick, and then hopped off."If you 're watching TV, your work must be done, so can we go to the store ?"

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

We went to the storehouse, masquerade on. It was the strange new world we lived in. My daughter was the entirely individual who would hail close to me. Everyone else stayed back. People were starting to look a little fantastic. No haircuts. No salon trip-up for the womanhood. Even my daughter 's hair was beginning to show augury of needing cutting.

We did n't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the house. It made her well-chosen. It made me ache. There were a few women 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 like flirting with masks on was something enticing. I could n't see half their faces.

In the end, my daughter and I returned to the house. 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 problem with working from habitation was you never quite got away from it. Your computer was there with the work that you could get done. It taunted you, especially in your bedroom.

That itch 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 wind was picking up, a storm sweeping through. I ignored it and stripped naked for bed. I never slept in clothes. I slid into bed, my dick hard.

This was the only luck I had to masturbate.

Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my eyes and stroked my cock. I pumped my helping hand up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine bird I had been flirting with before lockdown went into gist. Twenty-seven. Big, rude tits. blonde hair. blue eye. Plump lips.

Cock-sucking lips.

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

Daddy, let me take in 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 middle sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my prick. I groaned at the taboo image.

My hand stroked faster.

Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled piercing and loud as I worked my handwriting up and down my peter. I could n't lay off myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, new woman. She had those round boobs and those plunk lips.

In my fantasy, she sucked my stopcock with hunger. She feasted on my hawkshaw with the furious 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 stock, but ...

I needed to cum.

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

My tool hurtled toward my extravasation. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with rage. I sucked in deep breathing place, rising towards that coming. I just needed a few Sir Thomas More strokes. Lightning blazed outside the window. The drinking glass rattled from the thunder.

"Yes,"I growled. I slid up my rooster, import from erupting. From—

stride thudded down the hall and then my room access burst unfold. Cursing, I pulled up my covers in time to see Shannon burst into my bedroom and flung herself at me. She wore a tank top and a pair of scanty.

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

"S-Shannon ?"I asked, lying there as stiff as a board, my pecker tenting the front of my screening. I was so mindful of how bare I was."W-what are you doing ?"

Lightning salvo. Her case appeared in the strobing lighting. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her cheek into my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg coast over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her breasts on my side as she trembled.

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

"Sorry,"she said, her voice tight."It 's just ... Ca n't I sleep in here tonight, Daddy ? I do n't like it. That sound ..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy !"she gasped."Do n't you require to protect your slight girl by being her lightning shell ?"

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

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

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

I do n't love how prospicient 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 warmth of her hide. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covers with us both. I should just go to catch some Z's. Or, at to the lowest degree, I should put on some boxers. Cover up. My gumshoe pulsed and throbbed.

Ideas like masturbating flashed through my mind. Stroking off while she slept beside me. And she was sleeping. The lightning had n't come back since I agreed to let her check. Just the rain and the wind instrument. I could discover her shallow, even breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My dick driving force out before me. I closed my eyes to go to catch some Z's. My dick throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a missy in the bed. A girl that I could enjoy.

That depraved thought grew and grew in my mind. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my prick pulsing and throb. I swallowed, needing to restrain this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.

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

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

early ideas filled my brain. I could just ... extrusion against her ass. Just grinding my stopcock into her. I could feign I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping would n't even mean touching her. Not directly. Her step-in would be in the way.

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

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

I thrust forward. I fought the groan as I dry-humped against my daughter 's ass. She slept, oblivious to her perverted Padre 's lustfulness. The sleekness of her panties and the warmth of her rump beneath the textile felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my eyes, trying not to call up it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the back of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter 's ass I ground against. Only a slim down layer of cloth separated us. She slept on oblivious to what I did to her.

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

I fought against groaning ; scared she would wake up. That only helped to make this spirit amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The aching at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the curved shape of her rump. I pushed my diaphysis 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 minutes. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The mighty irruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every minute of it.

The pleasure exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that marvelous outbreak of bliss. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her wearable. The rapture consumed my intellection. I groaned. Hit that peak.

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

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

I rolled onto my back and fell into sleep.

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I woke up alone in my bed and the fear slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was ready for the police to break in and stop me. For my daughter to be crying and traumatized. She was n't in bed when I awoke. I swallowed, frightened to allow for my bedroom.

But I had to pee.

I pulled on some sweatpants and headed out. I heard the TV on. I peeked into the living way to find her eating a bowlful of cereal and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smile. So fond 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, 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 around breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front of the same purple step-in I had dry-humped last night molding to her young material body. She had a cameltoe.

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

Relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. Last night had been a mistake. A import of weakness. I vowed it would never happen again, but ... I could n't aid but get turned on by my daughter over the next few days.

Every time I saw her, she was wearing shortstop and a tight top. Sometimes just panty. She would be lying on her belly on the sofa, the panties clinging to her arse. My dick would get hard. throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just bulge 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 blot. The textile felt so good. I would rub the privileged privates 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 relief valve. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to connect me. If I needed to go to the foodstuff memory to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.

Quarantine trapped us together.

My thoughts grew more than and more fixated on Claude E. Shannon. On my daughter. Not just dry-humping against her, but kissing her. Sucking on her breast. Eating her youthful fathead. Sliding into her fuddled pussy.

To feel cunt around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a calendar month now without fucking a womanhood. My daughter looked more and more ripe and succulent with every passing game 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 keep an eye on TV, her ramification thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. treat toes I could absorb."real number prison, James II. Stop that."

I salivated for her. Lusted for her.

A workweek after the storm, I was asleep when the grumbling of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian answer. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would come sleep with me ? That I would get another chance to dry-hump against her ?

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

Lightning flooded my room with stern luminance. The thunder boomed, windows rattling. That one was close. A shrill burst from my daughter 's elbow room. Then her door crashed open. The dull footsteps. She did n't even knock. She just dispose my door receptive and threw herself beneath the covers.

Another flash and she shrieked, clinging to me. I groaned, my prick thrusting up hard. She was so closely 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 hungriness 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 possess to wait long. Just for her to precipitate asleep. She clung to me for a few to a greater extent consequence and then she rolled off of me. This prison term, she stayed on her back. She did n't roll over onto her side.

That was a problem.

It was well-defined she had fallen asleep after twenty minutes. I pulled back the covers and stared at her. She wore a tank top that looked too small for her, molding to her turn boob. Her panty fit tight. My eyes had adjusted, a streetlight pouring plenty illuminance through my sleeping accommodation window for me to see. My daughter quivered there, her breasts rising and falling. Her pantie ...

Her panties molded to her kitty lips.

I licked my back talk as I stared at that succulent topographic point. I licked my lips. I salivated for her. I just hungered to eat her cunt. To work and lap at her. This urge sank heavily on me. I swallowed. That would be going too far, but ...

I could n't dry-hump her ass if she was on her stomach. Could I roll out her over ?

What if she woke up ?

I knew she was a big 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 prick throbbing before me, watching her sleep, hoping she would roll out onto her side.

The red telephone number on my digital clock slowly changed as I waited and waited. I kept staring at her. Those titty. That cameltoe. I hungered so a great deal for her. Would it really be bad to lick my little girl 's kitty ?

I bet she got horny, too.

I could give her something nice. She was a heavy sleeper. I could just munch on her pussy. banquet on her while she dreamed. My manpower clenched and relaxed. My spunk hammered in my thorax. This was so wrong. So have intercourse 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 birth a nice sexual climax ? We 're stuck together. sustain to help each other out. What 's the harm in it ?"

"prison house. She 'll hate me."

"She 'll never screw !"

I shuddered at that thought. She never realized I had dry-humped against her. I could eat out her puss and then just fuck my peter against her panty. Just lie on her and do more grinding. She did n't consume to be on her side for me to do that.

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

That would be exciting.

My tongue flicked over my lips. I planted my hand on her thighs. I stroked up and down her hot flesh. I shuddered at how lovesome she felt. I groaned, my affectionateness hammering in my chest as I stroked my hands up her legs.

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

My hands reached her genitals. I licked my lip as I caressed the leg golf hole of my girl 's panties. I was on the sharpness of sliding over her gusset and friction at her goose through the thin protection. I breathed in deeply, smelled her jasmine shampoo and her vanilla lotion.

My mouth salivated.

I slid my finger's breadth across the crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her, pushing my knuckle into her. She kept sleeping as I felt her pussy lip. God, she was shaved. My daughter shaved her twat. That was insane. Was she sexually active ? Did she have a young man I did n't recognize about ? Was she horny and missing him ?

I stroked up and down her slit, watching her face. She kept breathing her headland turned to the right. Her nipples hardened. I watched them prod against the slender tank top. They were humble buttons that I could play with.

But I was at her pussy.

A warmth bled through her step-in. Her excitement. My finger grew wet. I pulled it back, dew gleaming on it. I breathed in, and a new musk filled my nose. Tangy. The olfactory property of her arousal. My spit flicked across her lip

I pressed my face down. I rubbed into her pantie and breathed in. I groaned at the aroma of her. The heady scent of my daughter 's cunt. That sourish delight. I licked up her gusset, tasting the fabric and the lemony smell of her pussy.

She whimpered.

I froze.

I stared up her body, but she just kept lying there. Her breasts rose and fell. She was n't moving. Was n't coming awake. It was just a whine. A sigh. She made sounds in her sleep. She slurred something, oral presentation in her sleep for a moment.

She was probably dreaming.

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

I licked at her step-in again. I stroked my knife up the textile, feeling her cunt through the cloth. She was definitely shaved. That was so wild. I bathed the gusset of her panties with my spittle. I lapped up and down her slit, reveling in this thrill.

Her tangy tone grew and grew. Her white meat rose and fell. I watched them, savoring the way her tank top cupped them. She had such a lovely span. C-cups. Round and perky and just begging to be played with.

But I had her pussy to eat.

I kissed at her panties. I sucked her tangy kitty ointment through the material. A charwoman 's delectation. My daughter 's incestuous heat. lecherousness 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 solvent. Still sleeping.

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

I yanked her panties to the side. The tart aroma of her pussy swelled. My darkness-adjusted eyes could see her tight cunt. That vestal vulva, a girlish quim. I kissed my daughter 's twat. Right on her twat. I tasted her tangy succus directly.

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

I shuddered and then I licked her again. And again. I lapped at her fathead. I slid my natural language up and down her cunt. My spit caressed her hot flesh. I stroked up and down that slopped slit, just grazing her at first.

Then I pressed into her crimp. I felt the texture of her labia. The silkiness of her pussy back talk. 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 dream, are n't you ?"I whispered and then lapped at her pussy again. I slid up her slit, gathering up her incestuous juices."Yeah, you are. Mmm, let pappa generate you a just one. An stick 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 virgin, but she shaved her puss ? Did girls her age just all shave their pussies ? A tremor ran through me.

That was hot.

I licked at her hymen and stroked her folds. I caressed over a slight bud. Her clit. I 'd constitute my girl 's clitoris. I flicked it. She whimpered louder. I smiled, wanting to give my girl such a delicious dream.

Then I would dry hump on her. Just rub my cock against her puss rim. I had to feel that puss against my dick. That would be sodding. No panties in the way. I kept them yanked to the slope 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 mother was n't a virgin our first time. Fucking whore. But not my Shannon. She would n't be a working girl. Oh, no, she was my sister girl. Just my adorable 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 knocker rose and fell. They were so beautiful to keep an eye on even covered up. I stared at them as I devoured her tangy cream.

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

I did n't revere her waking up. I just kept sucking on her clit. Her eubstance twitched. Her whimpers grew louder and louder. She must be having a great wet dream. An exciting one. Her pussy juices coated my sassing and ran down my chin.

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

My hawkshaw throbbed. I needed to pretend Shannon cum so I could dry-hump her. Just grinding my cock up and down her pussy. Maybe I 'd iron my tip against her hymen. Just for a moment. Just to sense a cherry cunt for once in my life.

I would n't do more than that.

I sucked hard on my sleeping girl 's clit. Her mind rolled from side to side of meat. Her second joint twitched beside me. She whimpered louder. I knew her orgasm had to be almost on her. I wanted her ointment to spirt into my mouth.

Then she gasped in her sleep.

Her pussy pick gushed out.

A river of tangy, incestuous passion poured into my lip. I drank my daughter 's Virgo the Virgin juice down like I was a hungry man in the desert. I had found my oasis. I closed my optic as her body trembled. I reveled in this wicked moment.

My dick ached to be in my little girl. To just press on her cherry red and ... and ...

I could n't fuck 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 ready. It was the consummate time for her to lose her virginity.

Better me than some son of a bitch guy who did n't handle about her, right ?

I loved Claude Shannon. She was my infant girl. I wanted what was best for her. A painless first time.

I squeezed my eyes shut and ripped my school principal from her privates."Good Shepherd,"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 face. I stared right at her bitch. I licked my lips, the hunger for my daughter growing and growing in me.

I just had to ram into her. Just a one thrusting, 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 form against my cock. A shudder ran through me. This heat shot up my shaft. My balls tightened. It was heavenly. A hungry groan rose from my throat. I shuddered as I savored this bliss.

I moved my peter down to her hymen. I felt the barrier protecting her pussy from my dick. Her untouched depths awaited. If I did n't do it, some asshole boy would. He 'd do a piss-poor job, separate her heart when he did n't holler back, and just address her like shit.

She deserved better.

"Shit,"I groaned, wanting to thrust. I mean, what was the trauma if I just pushed forward and I did it ? Would she even have it off ? little girl broke their virginal membrane doing other things all prison term, 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 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 desire 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 kidnapping. in after column inch after amazing inch of her pussy engulfed my peter. A tight, silky, amazing heaven. Way meliorate than that Madeleine sporting lady. Or those early charwoman. This was a virgin twat.

My girl 's eighteen-year-old pussy.

I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and Thomas More of my cock into her pussy. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that silky clash sending delight rushing down to my egg. She whimpered, her nose twitching. I leaned over her, staring down at her brass. I bottomed out in my little girl.

Her eyes opened.

I froze.

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

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

"Mmm, pop,"she moaned, this throaty sound of pleasure."What a nice dream."

Then she kissed me. My daughter kissed my rim coated in her succus. She bought it. She thought this was a dream. She must be still coming out of her sleep, thinking this was a lengthiness of the sex pipe dream my cunt licking had given her.

I kissed her with passion. I thrust my tongue into my girl 's mouth. I sank my count down on her, feeling her boobs through her tankful top, her mammilla hard. Her thighs slid around my waist. She held me, kissing me back, whimpering.

I drew back my cock. Her hot frame clung to my aching putz. We both moaned.

I pumped away at my daughter 's pussy. I made such sweet dearest to my picayune girlfriend. It was amazing. Fantastic. I loved every minute of being in her. I savored every concluding second of pumping away at my little girl 's mystify twat.

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

Her pussy clung to me. She held me tight. It was amazing to enjoy. I groaned into her backtalk, kissing her with all the passion I had. She kissed me back. She swirled her tongue through my oral fissure. I loved her. I savored kissing my girl. I never wanted this to stop.

She whimpered, her lip kissing me back with hunger. I pumped away at her. I fucked into her snatch with love. With grueling strokes. I groaned, loving the feel of her slit wrapped around me. My Lucille Ball smacked into her taint.

I slid my hands up her sides. I pressed beneath her armored combat vehicle top. I broke the osculation so I could skid up and grope her pap. I squeezed her boobs. She stared up at me, her green eyes looking so angry. Her blazonry went around my neck.

"Daddy !"she moaned, her kitty clenching around me."Oh, daddy, yes, yes, you 're making lovemaking to me."

"Yes, Claude E. Shannon,"I groaned."Is n't it a fantastic 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 love it. I pumped away at her with unvoiced throw. I buried into her cunt again and again. I slammed to the hilt in her.

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

"Daddy, dad !"she moaned. It sounded so naughty."Oh, Daddy, 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 pap."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 cunt felt hungry for my cum.

For my incestuous seed to pump into her snap. I thrust harder and harder into her cunt. I buried into her with hefty stroking. She groaned, clenching down on me with her juicy snatch. My daughter 's snatch felt unbelievable about me.

"Oh, daddy, 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 aching swelled at the tip of my cock. The mighty eruption of cum building in my balls. They smacked into her flesh every time I buried into her tight, mellifluous kitty. I groaned at her silky embrace about my shaft.

I rubbed at her tit with my pollex. She gasped, her human face scrunching up and her snatch tightening around my hawkshaw. I liked that a lot. She whimpered, her arms shifting around my neck. I drove into her pussy.

I filled up my daughter 's cunt.

"Yes !"Shannon gasped."Daddy !"

She squealed in pleasure while her cunt went idle around me. I thrust into her pussy, groaning at the feel of her hot flesh spasming around me. That rattling massage swelled the pressure in my balls. I growled, about to erupt in her.

"Oh, pappa, yes !"she squealed, her weaponry around my cervix pulling me down.

I slipped my mitt out from beneath her cooler top to buss her hard on the brim. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me, her pussy writhing around my cock. I pumped harder at her. Faster.

I could tell her zany wanted my jizz. My testicle tightened, smacking into her taint as I kissed my baby daughter. Her eighteen-year-old slit 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 buss and growled,"Shannon !"

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

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

"Love you !"she moaned.

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

I filled her pussy with my incestuous seed. I groaned as I spurted a final time in her. I hit that peak of my joy. I hung there, drinking in the bliss. I sucked in breathing space, my philia throb. The blood rushed through my veins.

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

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

She snuggled up against my side."Mmm, that was a keen dream."She rested her top dog on my berm."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 fringe benefit. I held my daughter to me as I drifted off to sleep.

The END of this Incestuous tarradiddle of the Quarantine