Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine 1: Quarantined with His Nubile Daughter

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.

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.