Story 1: Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

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. I had custody of Shannon 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? She was only fourteen. And 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.

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, underage 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 a fourteen-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 fourteen.”

“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 fourteen. 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.”

“Wait, that’s why you want to sleep with me?” I asked, aching to keep masturbating. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard.”

“Daddy!” she gasped. “Don’t you want to protect your little girl by being her lightning shield?”

I groaned. Her green eyes 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 won’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 aware that I was naked. Hard. That her rump was rubbing against me.

I don’t know how long I stared up at the ceiling immobilized by her presence. I swallowed, just wanting to slip out of bed and go to the bathroom. She shifted a few times, her panty-covered rump rubbing on me.

I felt the warmth 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 boxers. Cover up. My dick pulsed and throbbed.

Ideas like masturbating flashed through my mind. Stroking off while she slept beside me. And she was sleeping. The lightning hadn’t come back since I agreed to let her stay. Just the rain and the wind. I could hear her shallow, regular breathing.

She was out.

I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My dick thrust out before me. I closed my eyes to go to sleep. My dick 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 mind. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my dick pulsing and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to keep this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall 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 thought. What sort of sick father was I? That was my daughter. I couldn’t ram my cock into her while she slept.

Other ideas filled my mind. I could just ... hump against her ass. Just grinding my cock into her. I could feign I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping wouldn’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 didn’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 perverted father’s lusts. The silkiness of her panties and the warmth of her rump beneath the fabric felt amazing on my shaft.

Contact.

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

I closed my eyes, trying not to think 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 thin 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 feel 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 groove 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 powerful eruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every moment of it.

The pleasure exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful eruption of bliss. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The rapture consumed my thoughts. 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 didn’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.

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 arrest me. For my daughter to be crying and traumatized. She wasn’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 smile. So warm and loving. Full of delight.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed, Daddy,” she said. “I slept so well.”

“You didn’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 same purple panties I had dry-humped last night molding to her young flesh. She had a cameltoe.

Did my daughter shave her pussy? Jesus, she was only fourteen.

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

Every time I saw her, she was wearing shorts and a tight top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panties clinging to her rump. My dick would get hard. Throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.

Just hump against her.

I jerked off into her panties. Twice a day, I would be in the bathroom pumping away and hoping she wouldn’t notice the stains. The cloth felt so good. I would rub the inner 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 escape. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to join me. If I needed to go to the grocery store to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.