Temptations in Quarantine- Part Four – Incest, Grool, Squirt, Teasing

Temptations in Quarantine – Part Four – MF, Incest, Grool, Squirt, Teasing

As father and daughter ate dinner, Peter’s cum slowly dried in Stephanie’s thin dirty underwear. After dinner and the dishes were done, she went into the bathroom to change. She slowly unpeeled the cum-filled g-string from her hairless pussy and put it back in the hamper. She retrieved the black thong from earlier in the day and returned to the living room.

As she came out of the restroom, Peter smiled to himself. She had changed her underwear three times today, she was clearly trying to play games with him. They sat down next to each other on the couch and turned on the television for their nightly movie. As they scrolled across the local CBS affiliate, a red banner suddenly appeared:

“BREAKING NEWS: This evening, the San Francisco Board of Health ordered that office buildings and residential complexes over five stories in height must turn off their HVAC systems due to the virus. In recent days, there have been reports of whole buildings becoming infected as the virus contaminated ductwork and was spread by air conditioning systems…”

Stephanie turned down the volume and looked back at her dad “are they are going to turn off the AC and heat?” she asked. “Sounds like it” Peter responded “we should be fine, the apartment faces South and heats up during the day, and we can open the balcony door to cool things off.”

About an hour later, the ambient sound of air being pushed from the floor ducts suddenly stopped. The room was silent except for the sound of their movie.

As the room cooled, Stephanie scooted closer and closer to her father on the couch. Finally, she turned to the side and brought her legs up onto the furniture, resting her back against his chest. Now it was Peter’s turn. With an innocent movement, Peter lovingly brought his hand over Stephanie’s head, letting his arm rest on her shoulder as his hand hovered over her chest. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, he’d seen her nipples poking through the thin t-shirt when she strolled out in the cum-filled undies. But now, his hand hovered about a quarter inch off her shirt, directly between her tits.

As the movie progressed, Stephanie made a small re-adjustment which brought her right breast into his hand. Stephanie thought to herself “two can play at this game.” Both individuals feigned interest in the film, but Peter could feel her right nipple harden beneath his touch. With the tiniest of movements, he began to slowly stroke the tip of her nipple, just teasing it through the fabric. During one of the film’s action scenes, he thought he heard Stephanie moan, but the movie’s sound effects washed it out. As she laid against him, he became bolder and bolder, resting his head against hers and groping her breast over her shirt, feeling the soft skin and her rock hard nipple.

Finally, the movie ended and the credits began to roll. As Stephanie got up for bed, she quietly said “I may have to watch the last half again in the morning, I just couldn’t stay focused on it.” Peter commented back “I hope it’s not too hard for you to fall asleep tonight. I’ll see you in the morning honey.”

Stephanie climbed into bed, both of her nipples nearly ripping through the fabric of her shirt. Right now, she wasn’t just equipped to cut glass, she’d cut steel. Her pussy was so wet, it was unbearable. Both father and daughter laid on their separate beds, trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep despite their arousal.

The next morning, barely able to sleep, Peter awoke early and started the coffee machine. He sat by the panoramic windows, watching the sun come up on the East Bay. Eventually, he went to the bathroom and started a shower.

Awakened by the sound of the shower, Stephanie got out of bed and poured herself a cup of coffee. Still clad in her black thong and t-shirt, she suddenly realized she had to badly pee. Unfortunately, she had complicated history of UTIs, and had been told not to hold urine in. She went to the bathroom door where she heard the shower running. Knocking on the door, she asked “Dad? Can I come in? I really really have to pee?”

“Honey, I’m in the shower.” Peter responded.

“I know Dad, but I have to go, I can’t hold it” Stephanie responded. “I won’t look, promise.”

With that, she opened the door to the steamy bathroom. In front of her, her father’s tan back and legs were on display, his chest turned towards the shower head and shampoo in his hair. As he washed, Stephanie sat down on the toilet, and pulled her black thong to the floor. As she waited a second for the pee to arrive, she looked up and saw that her father had turned sideways. From only a few feet away and obscured by a pane of steamed glass, she saw the full length of her father’s flaccid cock. As he lathered his head, it swung side to side, almost five inches soft. Her pussy began getting wet, and she stayed on the toilet even after she ran out of pee.

From the corner of his eye, Peter could see his daughter’s bare pussy mound, her legs spread wide. He also saw the mess on the crotch of her black thong. As he stared, his cock began to harden and rise. Stephanie watched his cock swell, his balls hanging low in the hot water. Neither looked into the other’s eyes, but both knew what was happening.

As Peter’s cock began to stand horizontal, Stephanie wiped and pulled up her underwear, walking out of the restroom. She closed the door and laid her back against the door, her heart pounding. Biting her lip, she decided she couldn’t wait, she had to take care of this.

She went to the drawer where she had put her clothes and toys, and quickly pulled out a white bodysuit. She dropped her clothes to the floor, putting on the thin leotard fabric, which roughly covered the same regions of her body as a one-piece swimsuit but with a thong back.

Stephanie also retrieved a tan nine-inch dildo. It was fairly thick, and even had a pair of balls above a suction cup.

She walked the few feet into the kitchen and pulled out one of the wood dining room chairs. She placed the dildo down hard, the suction cup locking in place. Slowly, she pulled her white leotard to the side and straddled the dildo, and began lowering herself onto it. She felt it slide along every inch of her pussy, pressed firmly against her g-spot. Placing her hands on the table top, she began to ride it quickly, like a well-trained equestrian.

As she rode, her hands squeezed the wood table top, and she felt herself squirt onto the chair and floor. She continued to ride, thinking of her father’s hard tan cock. She thought about her fertile ovaries and the potential for debauched fun. The thought became stuck in her mind, her pussy pouring crystal clear juice. With her eyes locked firmly closed, she suddenly heard the bathroom door open.

Peter stepped into the room and saw his daughter sitting at the kitchen table. “You okay honey?” Peter asked. “Absolutely, I was just trying to decide what to have for breakfast.” Stephanie said half-heartedly. Peter looked curiously at her, noticing that she was out of breath and sweaty.

As they discussed their breakfast options, Stepahnie’s tight pussy lips gripped the dildo still in her pussy, the rubber cock-head pressed firmly against her cervix. Her clit had never been this hard, and she was slowly rocking back and forth, staring at her father in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist.

As Peter turned towards the fridge, Stephanie said “I’m going to have my coffee on the balcony, you should join me.” With this, she raised herself off the dildo like she was climbing off a motorcycle. She quickly pushed her chair in and adjusted her leotard, making sure it covered her pussy. As she walked towards the balcony, pussy juice ran down her thighs. She grabbed her Kindle and sank into one of the deck chairs. Whispering to herself, “that was so fucking hot.”

Peter quickly dressed and poured himself another cup of coffee. As he turned towards the balcony, watching Stephanie lay in the sun, he noticed a puddle on the ceramic tile under the table. Quizzically, he walked over to investigate, getting to his knees and poking his head under the table.

As his eyes dropped below, he was greeted by an amazing sight: a wooden chair whose seat was covered in liquid with a nine-inch rubber dildo right in the middle. As he watched, a clear drop of Stephanie’s pussy juice dripped down the leg of the chair to the puddle on the floor, almost two feet in diameter. He gazed at the rubber phallus, a thick froth of Stephanie’s grool covering the balls. He crawled under the table and brought his face down to it, the scent of her cunt heavy in the air.

His heart pounding and his cock leaking precum like a sieve, Peter scooped up a dollop of his daughter and licked it off his fingers. Next, he examined the still-warm half-inch deep puddle of squirt resting in the middle of the chair’s seat. With some trepidation, and his eyes on the balcony, he brought his lips down and sucked up every drop he could. Like a thirsty-man in the desert, he licked up every drop he could manage off the chair.

Finally, he climbed back out from under the table and re-composed himself. Before walking out to the balcony, he pulled Stepahnie’s chair out a few feet from the table. That way, it was unmistakable that he had seen her handiwork, and the thick rubber cock would remain standing all day. The proverbial elephant in the room, unmentioned by either family member.

Peter walked out to the balcony, and sat down with his iPad and his cup of coffee. Stephanie sat in the sun, facing him with her eyes closed. As he watched, she re-adjusted and spread her legs, revealing the crotch of the white leotard. As his eyes moved up her thighs, he saw that her pussy juice had made the crotch fabric transparent, and he was staring directly at the butterfly wings of her thick pussy lips. He even noticed her small hard clit, and fat pussy mound. She was presenting a complete camel toe.

Peter stared in amazement, his cock straining against his underwear, a dark stain growing larger. Finally, his eyes began to move up her body to her perky breasts, both nipples clearly hard. As he raised his eyes, he saw the clear outline of her athletic shoulders and collar bone. Finally, he looked at her face and suddenly paused.

Stephanie was looking directly into his eyes, a devilish “I caught you” smile on her face. As they made eye contact, her hand slowly ran down her belly to her pussy and the crotch of her leotard. Finally, she hooked her index finger inside the fabric, as if to pull it to the side…

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