I opened the door, and she squeezed by me. I felt her boobs rubbing across my chest. My little girl had breasts. I groaned, my dick throbbing. I fled to the living room. If I went into my bedroom, 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 couldn’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 junk. The same recommendations as always. I groaned and then just put on a comedy show I’d seen a dozen times, the IT Crowd. I leaned back in my recliner, struggling to ignore 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 cock. Then I groaned as she wiggled. She rubbed her butt from side to side, grinding on me. “What are you doing, Shannon?”
“Watching TV.” She glanced at it. “This again?”
“Yeah,” I said, my dick 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 green eyes 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 stubble, and then stroked my mustache. I learned the ladies liked a good mustache. She ran her digit through the whiskers on my upper lip. My dick throbbed harder.
What was she doing?
“Shannon?” I croaked.
“You should grow a quarantine beard!” she exclaimed. “Your mustache is great, but you could be all grizzly. Get it nice and thick.”
“A quarantine beard?” I asked, sounding more than a little bemused by her idea.
“Yeah!” She wiggled on me some more. “A lot of guys are doing it. It’s what all the girls 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 think 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 show sucks.” She twisted on me, sliding that rump 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 dick so hard.
We went to the store, masks on. It was the strange new world we lived in. My daughter was the only person who would come close to me. Everyone else stayed back. People were starting to look a little wild. No haircuts. No salon trips for the women. Even my daughter’s hair was beginning to show signs of needing cutting.
We didn’t buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the house. It made her happy. 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 wasn’t like flirting with masks on was something enticing. I couldn’t see half their faces.
In the end, my daughter and I returned to the home. I was still hard. Not rampagingly erect, but that throb at the tip of my cock, that itch to stroke it, stayed with me through making dinner 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 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 chance I had to masturbate.
Lightning flashed out my window as I closed my eyes and stroked my cock. I pumped my hand up and down my dick. I groaned as I loved myself. I wanted to think about that Madeleine chick I had been flirting with before lockdown went into effect. Twenty-seven. Big, natural tits. Blonde hair. Blue 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 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 suck 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 green eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and sucked on my cock. I groaned at the taboo image.
My hand stroked faster.
Lightning flashed again. Thunder crackled sharp and loud as I worked my hand up and down my dick. I couldn’t stop myself. Shannon had grown into such a sexy, young woman. She had those round boobs and those plump lips.
In my fantasy, she sucked my cock with hunger. She feasted on my dick with the wild lust of an eighteen-year-old girl. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. I couldn’t think of my daughter like this. She was my own flesh 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 suck that dick. Mmm, you want Daddy’s cum, don’t you?”
My dick hurtled toward my eruption. I stroked faster while imagining my daughter blowing me with passion. I sucked in deep breaths, rising towards that orgasm. I just needed a few more strokes. Lightning blazed outside the window. The glass rattled from the thunder.
“Yes,” I growled. I slid up my cock, moments from erupting. From—
Footsteps thudded down the hall and then my door burst open. 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 panties.
“Daddy!” 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 stiff as a board, my cock tenting the front of my covers. I was so aware of how naked I was. “W-what are you doing?”
Lightning burst. Her face appeared in the strobing light. The thunder rumbled, and she shrieked, burying her face into my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath mine. Her leg slide over my 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… Can’t I sleep in here tonight, Daddy? I don’t like it. That sound…”
“Shannon,” I groaned. “You’re eighteen. You have your own bed.”
“There’s plenty of room in yours,” she said. “You won’t even know I’m here, okay. I just… I know it won’t get me if you’re in here.”
“Lightning doesn’t get anyone,” I said. “It’s not a monster.”
“What if it zaps through the window and hits me?” she asked. “At least it’ll probably hit you over me.”