Temptations in Quarantine – Part Five – MF, Incest, Cum, Squirt, Teasing, Dessert

Peter sat entranced, a cup of hot coffee in his right hand, watching his daughter Stephanie tease her finger around the hem of her white leotard. The fabric around the crotch was soaking wet, nearly translucent. He could see every detail of her beautiful dark hairless pussy lips, and the slight rise of her hard clit. She hooked her finger under the edge, raising the fabric an inch off her her skin, moving the finger up and down parallel to her slit. She was teasing him, and he didn’t mind.

On an impulse, he reached out with his left hand and pulled her chair closer. With a gasp, she raised her legs up in the air, leaning back in her chair. As her chair bumped up against his shins, she lowered her legs, resting them on top of his. They faced each other from a few feet away, their legs splayed as they leaned back in their chairs.

As she fingered the hem of the fabric crotch, she watched the effect on her father’s penis. Each time she came close to exposing her bare pussy, his cock rose under his boxer briefs. She realized it was a blood-filled barometer of his arousal. With her other hand, she brought it up to her right nipple, pinching it through the thin fabric and pulling it. Peter quietly gasped, his free hand touching his cock through his underwear for the first time. His head was tilted down, his eyes transfixed by her nearly-bare pussy.

Stephanie raised one of her legs, bringing her foot under his chin. With her toes, she raised her father’s chin until his eyes were locked on hers. Without a word exchanged, both knew what would happen next. The passion of their gaze was overwhelming, like hungry prisoners staring at Thanksgiving dinner. They needed this so badly.

Stephanie gave Peter an almost imperceptible nod, and his free left hand moved below the elastic waistband of his underwear. With a motion familiar to most men, he pulled out his thick cock and balls over his underwear. For the first time, Stephanie saw his cock in its entirety. From just three feet away, she examined it in detail, desperately trying to remember everything. The cock was longer and thicker than she expected, the head swollen and dark with his blood. She watched as the veins along the shaft pulsed, taking her breath away. His balls hung low, the skin constantly moving and shifting. Stephanie stared into the dark slit on the head of his cock, her mouth watering as she remembered this was the same cock that produced her. Her mother had been a very lucky woman.

Peter held his cock around the base, an almost steel-like object in his hand. The next move was Stepahnie’s.

Resting both feet on his knees, Stephanie leaned back and pulled the crotch of her leotard to the side. For the first time, she displayed her dark full pussy lips in all their glory. She ran her french-tipped fingernails along her lips, just barely teasing them. When she knew her father was ready, she placed a finger on either side of her slit and pulled her pussy lips apart. As the seal between her outer pussy lips was broken, an ounce of pussy juice and grool spilled out, running down towards her still-hidden asshole.
As Peter saw the inner pink tissue in all its glory, he couldn’t resist stroking his cock. Her pussy looked so damn tight, almost too small for a single finger.

As the two family members stared at one another, they each began to slowly masturbate. Peter stroked his thick cock and Stephanie worked her rock hard clit. As he stroked his cock, Peter tried to savor the moment. Stephanie was the most beautiful sight he had seen in years, the spitting image of his late wife. He remembered the night Stephanie was conceived, a hot summer night under the stars. And here she was twenty years later, rubbing her clit like a little slut.

Peter watched as Stephanie raised two fingers to her mouth, sucking them in and covering them in saliva. She brought them down to her cunt, sliding them in as she worked her clit with her other hand. Peter forced himself to slow down, her last act had nearly made him cum.

Finally, he said one word: “close.” To which Stephanie breathlessly nodded. As he stroked himself faster and faster, his heavy balls began to rise and his cock began to pulse in his hand. Stephanie frantically rubbed her clit, the familiar feeling of having to pee signaling what type of climax this would be. They were both in for a treat.

Finally, Peter let out a low moan as the first thick rope of cum shot out of his cock, arching across the gap between their bodies and landing on Stephanie’s stomach. As she watched the cum sail through the air, she was overwhelmed and her pussy began to squirt clear warm pussy juice back at her father. For the next twenty-seconds, the two were having a perverse water-fight, body fluids flying back and forth as both submitted to their respective orgasms and the depravity of the moment.

Finally, chests heaving, they began to come down. Peter examined his handiwork, the eleven vertical lines of cum soaking into Stephanie’s leotard, reaching from below her tits to her pelvic mound. Stephanie tried not to giggle, her pussy juice had soaked her father, his underwear looked like he had pissed himself.

With a shaking and hesitant finger, Peter brought a bit of Stephanie’s squirt to his lips. The taste was salty and sweet, the same flavor he’d enjoyed off the chair just a half hour before.

With a small smirk, Stephanie pushed her chair back, pulled her leotard back over her pussy and stood up, her father’s cum still covering her. With her index finger, she scooped up one rope of his cum off her belly, showing him the teaspoon size load on her fingertip, and then licked it off like a baker testing whip cream. Stephanie knew she was a habitual cumslut, but she didn’t want to show that off to Daddy too quickly.

With a smirk, she turned and strolled through the balcony doors into the condominium. As Peter followed, he smiled at the massive rubber dildo still sitting on her chair.

The rest of the day passed in relative silence, both acting as if nothing had happened. Stephanie read books and watched movies, while Peter worked at his standing desk. Each stole looks at the other, but neither acknowledged their perverse acts. Both father and daughter kept the same clothes on, refusing to wash or discard the scent of their lover.

That evening, Peter prepared a fantastic French multi-course meal. Stephanie set the table, making no effort to remove the dildo from her seat.

“Tonight, I’ll be your obedient waiter, go ahead and take a seat darling.” Peter instructed. In his mind’s eye, he expected her to discard the dildo. But something else happened.

As Stephanie walked to her chair, she brought a hand to her mouth and spit in the palm. Peter watched his daughter skillfully bring a hand below the table, likely stroking the dildo. After a few strokes, Stephanie straddled her chair and sat down with a small gasp. Inside her pussy, the dildo was pressed firmly against her cervix, slowly stretching her already soaking wet cunt.

Her father placed a small amuse bouche on her dinner plate. For the next three courses, they enjoyed a wonderful normal meal with conversation about future work and school plans after the quarantine was over. Each time Peter walked to the kitchen to grab another course, he could almost see Stephanie gyrating in his peripheral vision. After the main course, he nearly caught her bouncing up and down, seeing her bare feet spread wide under the table as she squatted over her chair.

Finally, Peter pulled out the dessert, a homemade creme brûlée. He walked to the table, carrying two ramekins of the sweet dessert. He placed one at his seat and walked around the table to place the other on Stephanie’s plate. He tried to provide the full restaurant experience, approaching from her left side. As he set down the dessert, he felt Stephanie’s hand on the back of his leg.

She pulled him close in one fluid motion. Stephanie reached out with both hands, and grasped the waistband of his underwear. She slowly pulled them down to his upper thighs, revealing his thick cock. She reached out tentatively, touching it with her hand for the very first time. Peter said “we shouldn’t, we can’t.” Stephanie ignored him.

Peter watched as his daughter opened her mouth, and sucked in his cock. He felt her warm tongue on the underside of its head, slowly circling as he became harder and harder. Within seconds, Stephanie was blowing her father, trying desperately to take every inch of his meat. Peter placed his hands behind his head, fighting the animal urge to grab Stephanie and to fuck her slutty mouth. As she worked, she began to bounce on the dildo, enjoying the sensory overload of cocks filling nearly every hole. Peter slowly thrust himself deeper into her mouth, feeling her gag a few times. He nearly came the first time her hand began rubbing his heavy cum-filled testicles, but held back.

He looked down into his daughter’s eyes, both staring up at him as his cock stretched her mouth. Finally, Stephanie grabbed his cock with her hand and pulled it out. Next, Stephanie said seven of the sexiest words in the English language: “I want it Daddy, on my face.”

Hearing this, Peter began stroking his cock quickly, eventually cumming all over his daughter’s beautiful smile. Her face was smothered in his semen, still staring back at him. Exhausted, Peter walked to his chair and sat down. As he watched, Stephanie picked up her spoon and began eating her creme brûlée, still gyrating on her dildo. Periodically, a drop of his white cum would fall from her face into the dessert, and she’d scoop it up with her spoon, savoring the taste.

As he watched, he felt like he was going mad. “Was this all a dream?” he asked himself.

As if nothing had happened, her face still covered in spunk, Stephanie said “I was a bit cold in bed last night without the heat, would you mind joining me tonight? I think we could keep each other warm.”

Peter stared at her, barely able to still hold his spoon.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fq1yey/temptations_in_quarantine_part_five_mf_incest_cum