Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine 1: Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter by mypenname3000
Discover the tantalizing secrets of forbidden desire in “Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine 1: Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter.” This provocative erotic story explores the complexities of attraction and temptation during unexpected circumstances. Dive into a world where boundaries blur and passions ignite, leaving you breathless and craving more.
A father’s lust grows as he’s suck in quarintine wiht his nubile, virginal daughter. With no other women to enjoy, where shall he turn for satisfaction? , Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine
Story One: Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2020
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
Three weeks with no women.
Three weeks with my daughter stuck in my apartment thanks to the quarantine.
I liked my daughter. Hell, I loved my daughter, but having Shannon stuck in the house with me for three weeks was enough to get on anyone’s nerve. The only exciting place we could go was the grocery store. And you couldn’t turn that into any huge amount of time.
My wife and I were divorced. Even though she was eighteen, she would stay with me on the weekends. She had come over on Friday, a big smile on her face. I enjoyed spending weekends with my daughter. I hooked up with women on weekday nights so it didn’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 didn’t cut it, and it was hard to find any quality time to be alone and watch porn with my daughter in the apartment. If she wasn’t in her own room, she was in the living 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, 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 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 times). We even played Monopoly.
Now at three weeks, it was getting intolerable. I needed to get laid, but everyone was scared. No one was supposed to go anywhere. My ex was freaked out. She had a new kid and didn’t want Shannon to bring any disease over.
I was so horny.
“Daddy, Daddy!” 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.”
“Aren’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 feet 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. Green eyes, a slender body. Her breasts were ripe, 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 legs kicking.
“I know,” I said, trying to be patient. My cock was getting so hard. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I finding my daughter so sexy all of a sudden? That wasn’t right at all. It was more than a little fucked up. “But I’ll get in trouble if I don’t get this done. Sorry.”
“Fine,” she pouted. “I’ll go talk with my friends.”
“Don’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 didn’t care. What her school assigned her looked like such busy work. Pointless stuff. “I’ll let you work. But can we go to the store later?”
“Yeah,” I said, watching as she rolled off my bed. She scrambled off and then darted out, those shorts hugging her ass.
My daughter had an ass… Damn.
I swallowed and turned back to the report, my cock thick and throbbing. It swelled the front of my sweatpants. I glanced at the report. I really had to finish that. But it was hard to concentrate with my daughter’s body filling my mind.
It started raining. The sound drummed on the fire escape outside of my window. The metal grating rattled while my cock throbbed. I struggled my way through the document, my dick screaming at me for relief. No women to enjoy. No ladies to hook up with on a dating app.
The only woman was…
I shoved that depraved thought down. I had my hand. It would have to be enough. 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 pair of pink panties. It had lace on it. One of my daughter’s. I didn’t know she had panties like this. It was somehow both girlish 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 touch. I loved peeling off a woman’s panties and knowing I would be sliding into her pussy. 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 panties, part of me pointed out.
And? So what? It wasn’t the same as touching her directly. Just something to help get me off. I shoved down my sweatpants. My cock popped out. Thick and throbbing. I wrapped the cloth around my shaft. This fearful exhilaration rippled through me.
This was wrong. I knew it was terrible for me to even contemplate doing this. These were my daughter’s panties. I had to be a complete sicko to want to do this. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest.
I stroked up my cock, the cloth sliding over my dick. This fabric had touched my daughter’s skin. Her pussy. 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 longest I’d gone since my wife divorced me.
It was incredible. Amazing. I could—
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“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 cock. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain attempt to hold my erection in place, my cock throbbing. I flushed the 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 shouldn’t even touch her panties. That was going too far.