Temptations in Quarantine- Part Two – Incest, MF

Temptations in Quarantine – Part Two

Peter licked the final drop of his daughter’s pussy juice off the metal hair spray can. As he placed it back on the shelf, his hands were shaking like he had cerebral palsy. His heart was pounding, adrenaline filling his bloodstream. What had he just done? Had he really cleaned his daughter’s grool off her improvised dildo? How could he ever look her in the eye again?

Peter looked down, his grey boxer briefs tented by his rock hard cock, a silver-dollar size dark spot marking his leaking precum. Slowly, he composed himself and prepared to leave the bathroom. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, his erection and the precum stain were unmistakable. Finally, he walked quickly into the kitchen, standing behind the waist-high counter.

“How was your shower honey?” Peter asked. “Very refreshing” Stephanie responded “I needed that badly.”

Peter’s heart nearly stopped, did she mean to use double entendres? Could she know what he’d done? Trying to distract himself, Peter began preparing dinner.

“Stephanie, do you mind emptying the dishwasher?” Peter asked.

“Sure Dad” she said, hopping off the couch. She walked over and opened the dishwasher, standing with her back to him. As she reached down to retrieve the dishes, her t-shirt rode up, revealing her thick tan ass cheeks and the narrow piece of fabric running down at her crack. Peter fought the urge to stare and continued cutting veggies.

Suddenly, he heard the clang of silverwear and heard Stephanie say “dammit.” He looked over to see her leaning deep into the washing machine, searching for a fallen fork. As she leaned over, her ass cheeks spread and he saw the tiny string of her g-string and the brown ring of her asshole right behind. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he was only feet away. He could see every wrinkle, every detail of her asshole as she searched in vain. Finally Stephanie exclaimed “got it” and began climbing back out. As she did so, the g-strong pulled to the side, and he could see the dark opening of her barely gaped ass.

As she stood up, Stephanie turned to her father. He was standing with both palms on the countertop, staring down at a cutting board covered in baby carrots. She looked at his waist, which was firmly pressed into the counter. “Did he look?” Stephanie silently wondered “I hope so.”

That evening, after dinner, the father and daughter returned to the couch for their nightly movie. Tonight, it was Stephanie’s turn to pick, and they were watching a romantic Victorian drama. Behind the television and outside the windows, they looked into another apartment block, a mirror image of Peter’s building. As they watched the movie, the father and daughter sat about three feet apart, Stephanie’s legs pulled up on the couch.

Towards the end of the film, they saw a light come on in the other apartment complex. As they both silently watched, a young couple in their thirties walked into the lit-up apartment, the man in a tuxedo and the woman in a cocktail dress. Both Peter and Stephanie independently acted like they were still watching the movie, but their eyes were locked on the couple.

The couple walked towards their apartment’s balcony, opening the glass door and stepping into the fresh hair. The young woman dropped to her knees, pulling out her lover’s cock and wrapping her mouth around it. She was working hard, obviously trying to deepthroat him.

With a slight cough, Stephanie returned her feet to floor, her legs side by side. As she watched the couple’s performance, her clit became rock hard and she felt her pussy began to moisten.

Stephanie looked over at her father, who sat in a similar position, his erection easily visible.

In the neighboring building, the man pulled the woman to his feet, and pushed her up against the balcony’s railing so that she was perpendicular to Stephanie and Peter’s viewpoint. He pulled her cocktail dress up, and lined his thick cock up with her cunt. Placing his hands on her hips, the man penetrated the woman, slowly fucking her from behind.

On the couch, Stephanie slowly brought a hand under her t-shirt, and began rubbing her hard clit through the thin fabric of her g-string. Next to her, Peter did something similar, slowly rubbing his erection through his underwear. They watched in rapt attention, as the man picked up pace, pulling his lover’s hair and whispering in her ear.

After about fifteen minutes of watching the performance, Stephanie and Peter’s movie ended, the credits scrolling across the screen. Neither paid any attention, both too focused on covertly rubbing their genitals.

As the man reached his crescendo, he pulled out of the woman and pushed her to her knees. He stroked his cock directly at her face, apparently covering it with warm sticky cum. They saw her rub her tits through the cocktail dress and rub her face before the lovers began kissing again.

Both Stephanie and Peter neared orgasm watching this, the lovers passionately sharing the woman’s cum-covered face. As her pussy began to spasm, Stephanie reached out a hand across the couch towards her father. Whether intentional or instinctual, we’ll never know, but the movement caught Peter’s attention and he stared directly at his daughter as they both came in the dark. Both let out small moans, they’re chests heaving as they came in their underwear.

As Peter stroked his cock over the edge with his left hand, he grabbed his daughter’s hand with his right. Hands intertwined, the familial roommates tried to catch their breath and compose themselves. Finally, Stephanie slowly rose to her feet “I’ve always loved that movie” she half-heartedly said. She sauntered to the King size bed, throwing herself onto the covers.

Peter got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom, his cum soaked underwear showing a massive wet spot. A few minutes later, he walked back out to the couch. As he walked, he noticed that Stephanie was already asleep on top of the covers. Her legs were splayed, the g-string dark and wet with pussy juice, and a tiny bit of her pink pussy lips peaking out. As he listened to her quiet snoring, he pulled a blanket over her and returned to the couch. Tonight, he’d sleep with his head over the massive wet spot his daughter left.

As he tried falling asleep, the image of his daughter’s asshole would not leave his mind. One question wouldn’t leave his mind: “where would this all lead?”

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