Incest Tales of the Quarantine 03

Daddy Girl's Naughty Quarantine Research

It was a good thing our family had a big home, or we'd go insane in quarantine.

There were Mom and Dad, Nancy and Clancy (they were twins), Renee, and then me. I was the youngest at eighteen. If we didn't have this big house, I'd think it would have started getting bad during quarantine.

We all had to find things to do. Things that let us stay out of each other's hair. My twenty-year-old brother, Clancy, was spending his time rebuilding an old car in the garage, a project he'd been working on forever. If he finished, Dad said he could keep the car. He had all the parts, but I don't think he was all that good at it. Mom was doing a lot of canning in her workshop. When she's not doing that, she was sewing a lot. Nancy was helping her. They always enjoyed cooking and crafting together. Renee just spent her time around the pool. At nineteen, she was the middle child and often did what she wanted. The twins were all responsible and did stuff while I was the baby of the family. So Renee was just working on her tan, swimming, and looking at her phone.

I guessed she was the most normal of us.

Me, I had always been a daddy's girl, so I was hanging out in his office with him. I had set up my own desk and computer to do things in there and just be around him. He didn't seem to mind.

"So long as you're quiet, Linda, when I'm doing a meeting, you can stay," he had said.

I just enjoyed the time with him. He was such a handsome man. I would sit at my computer and stare at him when I wasn't writing. He was tall and had black hair, the opposite of my blonde mom. I was the only kid in the family to also have black hair. Maybe that was why I felt so close to daddy. He had these warm, brown eyes and a goatee that always made me giggle when he kissed me on the cheek.

As the weeks dragged on, and I was separated from school, things started to feel... weird. I started looking at Daddy in a new way. I read that many girls had crushes on their daddies and ended up dating guys like their father. But what guy could I meet that was like my dad when I was stuck in the house?

I would sit in his office watching him work in shorts and a t-shirt. For important video conferences, he would pull on a dress shirt he had hanging up on the wall and put on a tie, but he still had on the shorts.

I thought that was funny.

It must have been three weeks into the quarantine (and boy did the days start to blur together) when I was typing at my computer working on a story. I liked to write. They were dumb stuff. Things that I could never show anyone.

And sometimes they got a little naughty. Well, a lot naughty. Like the man and the girl would start kissing. It would be so hot and heavy and make me all tingly. And then they would start groping. I would be writing my story with Daddy oblivious to just how steamy it was getting.

"And then he put his penis in her and started pumping away," I typed, my cheeks on fire, my pussy clenching. I rubbed my thighs together, glancing over at Daddy. "And she moaned out, 'Oh, Daddy!' as he thrust his penis in and out of her nethers. And it felt so good to say that. It made her feel all tingly to pretend her older boyfriend was--"

A knock at the door made me jump. My cheeks burned. My pussy was getting all juicy and wet. I was still too embarrassed to type that word. Pussy. It was such a naughty word. I looked at the door in time to see Mom opening it.

She was wearing a tight tank top and a pair of shorts, her blonde hair spilling down her shoulders. She was such a beautiful woman. She had big breasts that my sisters and I were inheriting. I mean, I was the youngest of the family and still had tits as big as my older sisters. Mom had this weird look on her face. She sauntered over to daddy.

"You busy, Michael," she asked. There was something... coquettish about her. I had never seen her like this before. She felt... young and playful. She hardly glanced at me on the other side of the room squirming.

My story had just been getting to the good part. This development of Lisa calling her older boyfriend Mitch "daddy" during their sexy times was a startling one. It needed to be explored. I was all wet and juicy. It wouldn't be long before I would take a "break" and go to my room to think about these sexy things more.

I would hump against my body pillow, pretending it was Mitch or Matthew or Mark or Mike. Whichever hero I had in my story. I would grind against the pillow. This daddy development would be such fun. I could moan it out. See how it felt.

Then write about it better.

Mom reached Dad and rubbed at his shoulders. I frowned as she leaned over. She wore a pair of shorts that fit her rump rather snugly. There was something... sexual about her position as she whispered something in his ear.

"What, really?" Dad said, sounding shocked. "Now?"

Mom purred something, her voice sounding throaty. She wiggled her hips as she did. It was like she was getting itchy for sexy times. That was weird. I mean, I knew my parents had sex, but it was something we heard at night when they would go to bed early.

Renee would always find an excuse not to go upstairs during those times. Her bedroom shared a wall with our parents. You could hear them in her room. She found it gross. We all did. Even the twins.

But now, with my thoughts of Lisa and her sexy times with Mitch, I was feeling so aroused. Mom massaged Dad's shoulders. He groaned and then glanced at his computer. He stood up and glanced over at me.

I blushed and stared intently at my screen like there was something important on there.

"I'm glad you have time," Mom said, her voice so throaty.

"Your mother, uh, needs some help with something," he said as Mom led him out. She had this naughty smile on her face. I had never seen her look that way. She looked... gorgeous. Sensual. They were going to have sexy times.

My pussy clenched as I watched them leave. I bit my lip, my panties all wet. My pussy was feeling all itchy for my own sexy times. But I didn't have anyone to share that with. I just had my stories and humping my body pillow.

I stood up and padded to his office door. I peered out into the hallway. The office was on the second floor. My room was next door then came the bathroom. Their room was at the far end. Renee's was across the hallway with Nancy's next to hers. Clancy had his room down in the basement. They'd built it for him when the twin started getting too old for a boy and a girl, even twins, to share the same room.

I wanted to hump my pillow. I darted into my room and grabbed my body pillow. I was about to start stripping naked and pretend that I was Lisa and was with my handsome and amazing boyfriend Mitch when something really wicked washed through me.

I should listen in on them.

I don't know why that idea popped into my head. I licked my lips and glanced out the window. I spotted Renee sunning as usual. She was talking to Clancy. He must have been on a break. He wore a t-shirt that had grease stains on it. She laughed at something he said before he went back into the garage.

I darted out of my room and went to Renee's. I knew this was a risk, but I wanted to hear. I crawled onto her bed. Her headboard was against the wall that she shared with our parents. I peeled off my shorts and panties but kept on my tank top in case I had to flee quickly. I threw my body pillow on the bed and then mounted it, pressing my pussy right on it, my legs holding it tight.

"This is like doing the cowgirl position," I whispered and then giggled.

I had to write about Lisa doing sexy times with Mitch, riding him like a cowgirl. I bet they would both like that. After they dealt with the problem of the mummies coming to life at the museum. Then they could have their fun.

I pressed my ear against the wall and her muffled sounds. Where the kissing. The bed creaked. And then I heard sucking. Daddy groaned. I gasped and realized Mom must be sucking on his cock or something.

That was so naughty.

Of course, I'd written about cock-sucking in my story. Lisa had put her mouth on Mitch's cock and pleasured him. It was so hot and so naughty to write even if I wasn't sure if I was writing about it correctly. I thrust two of my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them, and started grinding.

I rubbed my pussy up and down my body pillow, humping on it. The fabric caressed me even through my black bush. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my bra and tank top. My black hair spilled around my face while I kept nursing on my fingers.

I "blew" my digits. My tongue danced around them. I felt so wicked. My pussy grew hotter.

The sucking sound was so naughty. I pressed my ear against the wall, my body on fire as I listened to it. Daddy kept groaning. Kept growling. Mommy was making him feel so good. A shudder ran through me.

Then a wet plop. "Don't want you to pop off early," Mom purred. "I want you in me. Dripping out of me."

"Ashley," Daddy groaned. "What has gotten into you?"

"Quarantine!" Then I heard what might have been kissing. The bed creaked again. Mom gasped.

I shuddered, struggling to picture what could be going on. I humped my naughty cunny against my pillow. All these sexy and good feelings rippled through me. They felt so amazing. I shuddered, the heat rushing through me.

My cunt clenched. The naughty heat was rippling through my body. I shuddered, loving how sexy I felt listening to them. Mom moaned and groaned. The smooching stopped. Had Daddy been kissing her tits.

I groped my boobs now, squeezing them while I listened. Mom gasped. Daddy let out a groan, but it sounded muffled. He said something, but I couldn't understand it. Mom moaned. Her bed creaked even more.

Were they fucking?

"Yes, yes, I love your goatee on my pussy," groaned Mommy. "That's so different. Mmm, yes, yes, just eat me."

I gasped. Pussy licking. Why had I never wrote that in my sexy stories?

I squeezed my tits and humped against my body pillow. I groaned my juicy, naughty twat on it. What must it be like to be licked down there? To have Linda get her pussy eaten out by Mitch. She would shudder and moan as she did.

"Daddy," I whimpered, imagining I was Lisa. "Oh, Daddy, lick my pussy."

And Mitch would have that facial hair. I bet that would feel extra naughty down there. When Dad kissed me, his goatee always tickled my cheeks. It must be even more intense down there. Mommy loved it. I could hear her moans of delight.

"Yes, yes," Mommy panted. "Michael. Oh, Michael."

"Mmm, Daddy," I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine what Mom felt. That tongue. Those whiskers. He would lick her pussy folds. Her clitoris (though the sexy stories on Fanfiction.net always called it a clit) would burst with pleasure.

Just like mine was as I ground on the pillow.

The pleasure rippled through me as I listened to Mom moaning louder and louder. The bed creaked. My hands squeezed my tits. Renee's bed creaked beneath me as I ground my pussy on the naughty body pillow.

I pinched my nipples through bra and blouse, twisting them. I shuddered at the heat rushing through me. I trembled and whimpered, grinding my pussy harder on the pillow. Faster. My clit burst with sparks as Mom moaned. Daddy feasted on her.

"Eat my pussy, Daddy," I moaned. "Make me cum."

"Michael!" Mom gasped. "Oh, fuck, Michael. Yes!"

I had never heard Mom use the F word. It sounded so naughty.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" I moaned, this wicked shiver running through me. I trembled, my orgasm building in me. The bed really creaked. Was Mom cumming on Dad's mouth?

"Now take me!" Mom moaned. "Fuck me hard, Michael."

"Damn," Dad groaned. "We should put you under quarantine more often."

"Mmm, just ram that cock in my pussy. I need it!"

I shuddered at hearing Mom talk. She used those naughty words: cock and pussy. She said those words I was too scared to type. I shuddered as the bed creaked. Then both my parents groaned. Mattress springs squeaked now. A rhythmic pounding.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I moaned, picturing Lisa on her back getting fucked hard. Mitch pounded her like Dad pounded Mom. "Yes, yes, fuck my... my pussy!"

I shuddered at those words, my pussy getting wetter. My body pillow felt all nice and sticky beneath me. The sweet aroma of my twat filled my nose. I ground harder and harder on the pillow, the sounds of my parents' gasps and moans growing louder and louder.

I felt it building in me. That amazing orgasm. That sexy time explosion. I twisted my nipples through my bra and blouse. My clit throbbed on my pillow. I whimpered. My head threw back. I could hear them moaning now without pressing my ear to the wall.

"Yes!" Mom shouted. "Going to cum."

"Yes, yes," I groaned. "I'm going to cum on your cock, Daddy!"

My pussy clenched hard as I said those words. I wiggled my hips in circles, sliding my clit around the fabric. My cuntlips burst with pleasure. And then the rapture washed out of my cunt. Wave after wave of ecstasy spilled over my mind.

Stars burst. I groaned and gasped as I came.

"Daddy! I'm cumming!"

All those delicious and sexy delights washed out of my cunt. They spilled into my mind. Swept over my thoughts. I groaned, drowning in them. My hips wiggled. My thighs gripped the pillow as my mind blazed.

"Cum in me!" Mom moaned. "Cum in me, Michael. I want it!"

"Shit, Ashley!" Daddy growled, sounding so manly.

"Yes, yes, cum in me, Daddy!" I whimpered, my head throwing back.

I hit the peak of my rapture. Daddy growled in the other room, pumping Mommy's pussy full of cum. I imagined feeling those hot squirts going into my naughty twat. I was Lisa, trembling on Mitch getting off on calling him Daddy.

I hovered there for a few seconds, floating on ecstasy. Then I fell back on the bed, my thighs holding my body pillow tight. I breathed in and out, feeling so good. I could just lie here forever. I heard my parents murmuring.

Then the door opened. Mom, humming happily, walked down the hallway past Renee's door, oblivious that I was in here. I shuddered, not wanting to move. I lay on Renee's bed, breathing in the sweet musk that permeated the air.

Then I realized Daddy hadn't left. I put my ear against the wall.

He was snoring.

He had fallen asleep.

I bit my lip. Did that mean he was asleep and naked?

A shudder ran through me. I had seen pictures of guys dicks before, but those were in health class. I had never looked up more. Nor had a guy every sent me a dick pic. Renee got them all the time. She would complain about it and yet acted like they were trophies.

Points she had scored by taking pics of her sunbathing in her bikini and posting them on Instagram.

I shuddered. Then I slid off the bed and pulled on my shorts and panties. Daddy was such a heavy sleeper. I bet I could peak in. Mommy had gone back downstairs. Probably back to canning or sewing or working on some craft requiring copious uses of hot glue. Nancy was probably making some tacky decoration--she loved that--and Renee was sunbathing. Clancy had his car to work on.

Daddy and I were the only ones upstairs.

Gripping my damp body pillow, I hurried out of the bedroom. In moments, I was at the door to my parents' room, feeling so wicked and naughty. I just had to go in there and see Dad's cock. It would be perfect for the story with Lisa and Mitch.

I reached my parents' door. I swallowed. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I listened. I heard the door to Mom's canning room and workshop closing. This was it. I grabbed the doorknob and opened it slowly. A creak.

I had my lie ready in case Daddy woke up.

A musky smell filled my nose. Like my pussy but somehow naughtier. The scent of my parents' love-making. I peered into the room. There was Daddy snoring softly on the bed. He was naked, the sheets rumpled.

His cock was half-hard and arching over his stomach. A wicked shiver ran through me. I stared at it, my heart pounding. I bit my lip and dropped my pillow. I knew this was wrong, but I just had to get a closer look.

For my story.

That was it.

I wasn't into my daddy or anything. It was Mitch. A tall and handsome older guy that Lisa just went wild for. He had black hair and a goatee, but he wasn't my dad. It was just a coincidence that handsome Mitch looked similar.

Lisa certainly wasn't me. I mean, she had smaller boobs than me and was nineteen. Totally not me.

I reached the bed and stared down at my sleeping dad. His chest rose and fell. His cock twitched. It had a wet gleam to it. A fleshy shaft with a pink crown. His balls were so hairy. His thick, black bush covered everything.

I squirmed there, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I wanted to do more sexy things. I licked my lips. What was it like to suck a cock? I had always tried to imagine it. I would use my fingers and suck on them. Or sometimes a banana.

But this cock was different. It had a spongy crown. The shaft was thicker and longer than I thought, and Daddy wasn't even erect. I shivered as I looked around the room. My pussy itched so naughtily. Daddy was a heavy sleeper.

And I needed it for my story.

It wasn't like I could go and get a boy to be my boyfriend and go on a date to the movies and then maybe, in the car, give him a handjob or a blowjob to find out how it worked. This was my only chance maybe for a while. They were talking about having us quarantined for months more. Longer even.

I slid onto the bed. I licked my lips. Daddy could sleep through a hurricane. That was the joke. He would fall asleep watching movies and miss all the loud action. I bet he would never know if I just gave his cock a quick suck.

A wild heat rippled through me. I licked my lips. This wasn't real sex. Wasn't incest. This was research. Authors had to do research. I wanted my sexy scenes to be as realistic as possible. It was all that dumb disease fault I had to suck my daddy's dick.

That was it.

I grabbed his cock and leaned in. He felt so warm in my hand. He was surprisingly spongy. I didn't squeeze him hard. He was also sticky. That was mommy's cream on him. No time to clean him off. I just had to suck on him.

I bet Mitch would like Lisa to suck on his cock after they had made love. I bet that would be so naughty to write about. So this was my cream. Only... It wasn't the sweet aroma I was used to. This was a spicy musk.

I shivered and lowered my lips. I was inches from Daddy's cock. I shuddered, my stomach brimming with fear. I drew in a deep breath, and then I just swallowed the tip. He slid into my mouth. I tasted the spicy flavor of Mom's cream. I sucked on him, my cheeks hollowing.

His cock throbbed in my hand. I stared up at him, making sure he was still asleep.

He was.

I sucked a second time. My hand slid up and down his wet shaft. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing up his dick. I wiggled my hips, my panties so soaked. I needed to change them. I shuddered, nursing on him with hunger.

This was what Lisa did to Mitch. She sucked on his cock after he fucked her while she called him Daddy.

I shuddered, nursing on my daddy's cock. I felt all hot and itchy. I tried to remember everything I was feeling for my story. My tongue swirled around his cock. I felt the texture. The taste. There was something salty.

His precum!

I groaned and nursed. Of course, I had to make Daddy cum. I had to know what jizz tasted like. His cock swelled harder. Grew longer. I was making him fully erect. This wild heat rushed through my body.

I felt so wicked. I knew this was so wrong, but I didn't care. My story needed accurate research. So I sucked and nursed. I caressed him with my tongue. My pussy clenched and taboo heat rippled out of my naughty nethers.