(Please make sure to read the previous chapter first!)
Later that evening, the moment came and Peter walked to the Queen bed, rather than his familiar couch. Stephanie was already lying under the covers, reading her paperback book on her side. As he walked to the bed, he watched her face for any negative reaction or reticence, but none was there. He walked around to the opposite side of the bed, shirtless and wearing his boxer briefs. He lifted the down comforter and laid down, glancing at the cute bra and panties that his daughter was wearing to sleep.
As he laid down, Stephanie stayed on her side but began to scoot back until her ass was firmly in his lap and they were spooning. As her lithe body pressed up against his, his erection began to grow and Stephanie maneuvered to slide it sandwich it between her ass cheeks. Peter laid his arm over his daughter, completing the spoon position so familiar to long term couples.
Stephanie laid down her book, and let out a small satisfied sigh, and pressed her ass deeper into her father’s erection. “Daddy, will you just hold me tonight?” Stephanie meekly asked. “Of course darling, get a good sleep.” Peter responded.
He fought the urge to escalate things, but he knew what his daughter truly needed tonight: a comforting force in a changing upended world. That night, they slept intertwined, pressed against one another and sweating under the sheets. A few times, Stephanie was awoken by her father’s hard erection being gently pressed into her ass as he slept. In her mind, she planned their next day.
The next morning, Peter awoke to the smell of fresh coffee in the air. Surprised, he looked up to see Stephanie standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron and standing at the stove. Beneath the apron she was wearing a high waisted black thong and a push up bra. Clearly, Peter thought, Stephanie was now into her lingerie collection.
When she noticed he was awake, she brought him a fresh cup of coffee and set it on the nightstand. As she walked back to the stove, she swayed her ass alittle extra, trying to tease him to the point of breaking. As he watched her walk, he felt the sheets tent over his erect cock.
He got up from the bed and walked to the counter, sitting down to watch her work. Stephanie was cooking pancakes like a doting housewife, her youthful ass staring at him the entire time. Finally, she turned and said “I just remembered, they say the trends are getting better and the quarantine might be released in a month or two.” Stephanie handed her father her iPad, showing him one of the news articles about trends with the virus. As Peter scrolled down the article, enjoying his coffee, he noticed Stephanie had another browser tab open. He couldn’t see the full page name in the tab, just “Ovul…” Curious, Peter clicked on it. His face immediately turned bright red and he tried not to choke on his coffee.
On the screen was a monthly calendar marking his daughter’s ovulation cycles in bright colors. He guessed that Stephanie tracked this to predict her period, but it also confirmed when she was most fertile. As he scrolled down the calendar, he came to April 2020. Verbally, Peter kept asking his daughter about the news article as if it still had his attention, but his hands shook as he reviewed the calendar. He saw that the week of April 6 was marked in light blue and April 8 had a star over it. “What does that mean?” he desperately thought, trying to locate the graphic key. Finally, Peter read “Light blue shading indicates your most fertile week, and the star indicates your most fertile day.”
With shaking hands, he returned the browser back to the original page and set it down. He tried to remain composed, but he was struggling. His daughter, the beautiful woman in front of him, was her most fertile today. He stared at her smooth thighs and curves, imagining her knocked up. He’d loved when his former wife had been pregnant, her ravenous sexual appetite and beautiful curves. He couldn’t help but imagine Stephanie in a similar position.
With some difficulty, Peter dismissed that thought. Peter thought “Stephanie is on birth control, she has to be.”
With shaking hands, Peter picked up his coffee cup as Stephanie turned around and presented him with fresh pancakes. She smiled innocently at him, but she could see the slight tremor in his hand, and the distant look in his eyes. Hiding a smirk, she knew he had seen it.
Today, Stephanie had a diabolical plan. It would take all day, but she would get what she wanted.
After breakfast, Stephanie put the dishes away and Peter went to his desk to work. As he tried to focus on the blueprints in front of him, he couldn’t help but watch his daughter flutter about the apartment. Her attitude was different today, not as lustful as yesterday and certainly more playful. He questioned whether he had overstepped their boundaries and done something wrong.
As the hours went by, the sun heated the condo. Stephanie grabbed a few things from the dresser and stepped into the bathroom. Peter noticed that she didn’t close the door all the way and could see her tan skin periodically flash in front of the gap. He fought the urge to stroke his cock, unsure of her mood today. As he watched, he heard Stephanie let out a loud breath from behind the bathroom door. “You okay honey?” Peter asked. “Oh yeah, just stretching a bit.” Stephanie responded.
After another minute or so, the bathroom door opened and Stephanie walked out in a dark brown bikini, barely covering her pink nipples and pussy. As she walked towards the balcony, Peter could see the pale skin and tan lines left by her more conservative swimsuit. Clearly, this one covered much less skin.
As Stephanie nearly reached the glass balcony door, she exclaimed “whoops, I forgot a towel” and turned around. She went back to the laundry closet, opening it up and getting on her knees to reach the towels on the lower shelf. As she leaned in, she stuck her ass in the air.
Across the room, Peter’s hands turned white as he gripped his work table like a vice. As Stephanie presented her ass, he could clearly see the dark black base of a rubber buttplug behind her thong swimsuit. The brown swimsuit fabric did a poor of job of hiding that fact.
Grabbing one of the towels, Stephanie climbed back up and walked out to the balcony to tan in the hot sun. Peter stared out the window, unable to fathom what he had just seen. His late wife had never been interested in ass play, and he’d never pushed the issue. And here, his daughter was walking around the house with what, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be a massive plug in her ass. What a little slut.
From her lounge chair, Stephanie smiled. She had seen his cock throb beneath his underwear after her performance at the laundry closet. She had him hooked.
For the next forty-five minutes, Peter stared down at the blue schematics in front of him. He kept replaying that moment over and over in his head, scared to look at his daughter on the balcony for fear of the thoughts that would fill his head.
Finally, Peter rose to his feet, intent on continuing his day. He poked his head out onto the balcony to find Stephanie lying in the sun, the fabric pulled back to barely cover her pussy and areolas. She was laying her back, reading the paperback in her right hand. With her left hand, she was holding a black object and casually chewing on it. He could only see the tip between her fingers. Quizzically, he asked “how’s the book?”
“Perfect, I’ve read it a few times before.” Stephanie responded.
“What’s that in your other hand?” Peter asked.
Stephanie opened her hand, holding the object upright “oh, just a fidget toy.”
Peter stared in disbelief, in Stephanie’s hand was a black rubber buttplug, presumably the same one that had been in her ass only minutes before. She casually sucked on it while ignoring him and reading her book.
As Peter turned, he nearly walked into the door frame. He stumbled to the kitchen table. “What the fuck was happening?” He thought. He felt like he was experiencing a fever dream, his heart pounding and his cock nearly ripping a hole in his underwear.
He stared blankly at the wood kitchen table, barely noticing when Stephanie walked back through the door. In her right hand, her book. Her left hand was empty. As she passed him, he noticed the intoxicating black circle back between her tan ass cheeks. He also noticed a shimmer of sunlight of a trail of liquid dripping down her inner thigh.
Stephanie walked to the bathroom and then returned to her favorite spot on the couch.
Unable to think because of his horniness, Peter spent a frantic hour on the rowing machine. He tried to push the image of his daughter’s ass and ovulation schedule out of his mind. He pulled hard on the bar, breathing deeply in and out while sweat dripped to the floor. From behind him, Stephanie watched, fascinated by the movement of his body. As she did so, she slowly teased her pussy over the thin fabric of the bathing suit, soaking the crotch.
As his timer began to beep, Peter dropped the bar and unhooked his feet from the machine. He could barely breath, he’d never worked out so hard in his life. He stood up, poured himself a cold glass of water and stumbled to the bathroom. He dropped his underwear, his long cock only half-hard after the exertion. He stepped into the shower and closed his eyes, letting the water pour over him.
A few minutes later, as he savored the warm water, he heard the door move and opened his eyes to find Stephanie in the bathroom. As she had done in the past, she pulled down her bottoms and sat down on the toilet to pee. This time, Peter noticed that she’d spread her thighs extra wide. He also noticed the crotch of her bathing suit appeared wet. As he watched from the corner of his eye, his cock began to stiffen again.
Finally, Stephanie finished her business and stood back up, pulling up her swimsuit. She opened up the vanity and pulled out a few things, including her hair brush. She calmly began brushing her hair before leaving the bathroom.
Peter watched her leave, fighting the urge to stroke his cock. Finally, Peter stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. As he dried himself, he casually looked down at the items that Stephanie had left on the counter. One of them was a foil pill wrapper, which he flipped over. It was Stephanie’s prescription birth control, and was marked “March 2020.” He saw that she had taken every single one, but that it ended on March 31st.
Closing the door, he looked through Stephanie’s cosmetic kit for her April birth control. He knew it was an invasion of her privacy, but there were few secrets between them at this point. He wondered “is it possible she has run out?”
“Dad, do you have any Sharpie’s?” Stephanie asked from the living room. “In my desk honey” Peter responded. The request barely registered in his brain as he searched through her cosmetics kit. Nothing, no April birth control.
“I have to be careful, we can’t do anything else. I have to control myself.” Peter thought.
With that, he turned off the bathroom light and opened the door. For a second, he was blinded by the sunlight in the living room, but he could see a figure standing in front of him.
Stephanie stood in front of her father, long stockings covering her thick thighs, a garter belt around her waist. Her breasts were barely contained in a sheer bra, her areolae peaking out over the top. Her hands were on her hips, and she wore no panties. Her legs were toned and athletic, aided by the tall stiletto heels on both feet.
Peter walked out into the room, staring in disbelief. His daughter looked amazing, her body smooth and presented for his delight. Between her thighs, the perfect slit of her pussy and the aroused inner lips poking through.
He tentatively walked towards her, examining every inch of her body. As he watched, he almost unconsciously dropped the towel, exposing his hard cock which stood at a right angle to his body. With each step, it bounced a bit, until it returned to its final erect position. A bead of precum formed on the head, catching the light as he walked.
Stephanie shifted her feet and widened her stance, spreading her thighs to provide a better look at her pussy. She stared straight ahead, allowing him to savor her.
Finally, she turned her head and looked her father in the eyes:
“Daddy, I’m all yours.”
Peter took in a sharp breath upon hearing these words. He’d never wanted another person so badly in his life, and here was a beautiful woman, his own daughter, offering herself to him. He reached out a strong arm and pulled her close by the neck, kissing her deeply.
They stood chest to chest, both breathing heavily as they passionately kissed. The sun lit up their bodies, making them appear afire. Finally, Stephanie pulled back and quietly said “take what’s yours.”
He picked her up by the waist, carrying her to the waiting bed. He dropped her down, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge. He could smell her sex, and he needed to taste her. As he got to his knees and spread his daughter’s thighs, he let out a moan. In front of him was her perfect pink pussy, already wet with arousal. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, her hard clit aroused and peaking out. He noticed something out of the corner of his eyes and turned his head. On the interior of her thighs, Stephanie had written in black Sharpie “FUCK A BABY INTO ME.”
Overcome with passion, Peter let out an animal moan and rose to his feet. He picked up Stephanie’s stocking-clad legs and placed them on his shoulders. He roughly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. She stared back at him, a serious look of desire on her face. She reached down, spreading her pussy lips for him.
Peter lined up his cock, staring down at her face. With a slow thrust, he pushed his cock into her, causing her to gasp and writhe a bit. As he pressed his cock deeper, he could almost see her belly rise. Slowly, holding her close, he began fucking his daughter’s tight soaking wet pussy.
Stephanie laid on her back, staring at her father and her feet up behind his head. She could feel the swollen head of his cock against her g-spot, sending electricity through her body. She tried to savor this moment, a moment she’d dreamed about for so long. She reached down and unclasped the front of her bra, exposing her pink nipples for the first time. Both stood at attention, dark with blood as her heart pounded in her chest.
In her mind, she knew, she was going to get it.
Peter stared down at her, fucking her tight cunt and feeling her pussy juice drip off his balls. After a few moments, he felt her clench and heard her gasp as she came for the first time. This only motivated him to fuck her harder.
Stephanie savored the fullness in her pussy and her father’s lustful gaze looking down at her. She had felt the head of his cock press against her cervix when he went deep, and knew what she wanted.
“Cum in me Daddy.” Stephanie begged “Please cum in me.”
Peter picked up his pace, thrusting himself as deep as possible, as his balls bounced off her asshole. Stephanie continued to beg beneath him.
Finally, when he was thrusting at a sprinter’s pace, Stephanie said the words that she knew would do the trick: “Fill my womb with your cum Daddy, knock up your little girl.”
As the words left her mouth, she felt his cock swell inside her pussy. He moaned above her, pulling himself as deep as possible. The head of his cock was pressed firmly against her ripe cervix, the gateway to her fertile womb. For the next minute, the lover’s writhed in a state of manic bliss, as Peter’s cum coated every inch of Stephanie’s pussy. One, two, five, ten, Stephanie tried to counted the pulses of cum inside her, but lost count.
Finally, Peter opened his eyes and looked down. Stephanie looked up at him, a smile on her face and a tear in her eye. He brought his mouth down to hers and gave her a kiss on the cheek, tasting her tears.
As his cock softened, Peter pulled himself out and stood back. Free from him, Stephanie grabbed a pillow and put it beneath her buttocks, pulling her knees to her chest. Peter knew this pose well, Stephanie’s mother had used it when they were trying for Stephanie. And now, she was using it herself.
Peter recognized the emotion of this moment and walked to his closet, grabbing his favorite college sweatshirt and helping Stephanie into it. Together, they lay on the bed, neither understanding what had happened or what would happen. Although it was unspoken, both knew they had never been happier and that they loved one another. This would never stop.
They would be together tomorrow, the day after, and every other day of their lives.
As he lay next Stephanie, Peter quietly said: “I love you darling.”
“I love you too Daddy.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxc3s2/temptations_in_quarantine_the_final_chapter_mf
so hot!