Temptations In Quarantine- Part Three – MF, Incest, Dirty Panties

Temptations in Quarantine – Part Three – MF, Incest, Dirty Panties

The next morning, Peter awoke as the apartment was flooded with morning sunlight. He rolled onto his back, staring at the smooth white ceiling. “Did that really happen last night? Was it all a dream?” he wondered. Looking under the blanket, his underwear bore the crunchy dried cum stains which evidenced that it had been very real.

He quietly got out of bed, walking a few feet to the kitchen to start the coffee machine. As he waited, he leaned back against the counter and looked over to the bed. There, his 21 year-old daughter Stephanie began to stir in the morning light. She looked amazing, although mostly covered up by the blanket he’d gently set over her the night before. She reminded him of her mother, his wife.

Stephanie slowly woke up, climbed out of bed and said “morning Daddy” as she walked to the bathroom. As she sat down to pee, she looked down at the gusset of her g-string, a mess from yesterday’s activities. She took them off and set them in the clothes hamper, which was nearly overflowing with t-shirts and underwear.

She put on a tiny black thong, the last of her regular underwear. Even wearing them multiple days, she was running out of normal underwear. In just a few days, she’d be forced to pull out the more revealing lingerie that she brought. She wondered if her father had enough t-shirts to keep her covered when she inevitably wore it.

She returned to the kitchen, and picked up her steaming cup of coffee off the counter. As she did, she saw the dark stain left on her father’s underwear from his apparent orgasm the night before. She walked over and sat down on the couch, turning on the morning news.

Nearing noon, Peter worked at his desk and Stephanie read a book on the couch. She was becoming a bit more immodest, and when Peter walked to the kitchen or bathroom, she made no effort to close her legs. The black thong hid her pussy well, but just the sight made Peter’s blood boil.

After his daily workout, he walked to the bathroom to shower. He stepped into the room and immediately noticed Stephanie’s dirty g-string on the top of the hamper. He gingerly picked it up, examining it like a piece of evidence. He could see the dark stain left by her wetness, and some white residue from her pussy juice. He brought the underwear to his nose, deeply inhaling the intoxicating scent. As he did, he cock began to harden in his pants.

To mask the sound, Peter turned on the shower, and got naked. He stood at the bathroom counter, laying out her dirty underwear before him. He began stroking his hard cock, remembering the night before, and holding Stephanie’s hand as she came to orgasm a few feet away. He stared down at the panties, remembering the glances of her tight asshole, burned into his memory.

He gazed at the dirty gusset of her panties, imagining the wet hairless pussy that had been pressed against it. He imagined Stephanie’s hard clit, rubbing back and forth against the fabric, her juices soaking into the fibers.

As he thought of his daughter’s pussy, he felt his balls begin to rise and his cock to pulse in his hand. Resting one hand against the counter, he shot rope after rope of thick white cum over the dirty g-string. As he came down from orgasm, he savored the view in front of him, the panties looked like someone had dipped them in donut glaze.

He picked them up and used them to wipe up the rest of his cum, and tossed them in the overflowing hamper.

An hour later, as Peter prepared dinner, Stephanie returned to the bathroom. As she peed, she looked down at the crotch of her black thong, recognizing the white evidence of her ovulation. Since her birth control had worn off, she had just started her cycle again and at this moment, there was fertile egg in her womb. Smiling at the thought, she looked around the room, and noticed her dirty g-string had been moved in the hamper.

Curious, she stood, wiped and walked over to the hamper. She picked up the g-string, and unfolded it. “Oh my fucking god” she thought. In her hand, she was holding her dirty underwear, absolutely soaked in her father’s cum. “That fucker” she thought with a smile. She dipped her finger in the thick white substance and touched it to her lips. She recognized the salty-sweetly musky flavor of semen, it was unmistakable.

She was about to put the panties back in the hamper when a thought struck her. She looked in the mirror, her hands beginning to shake and her nipples getting hard through the thin shirt. “Should I?…..I should.” With that, she took a leap.

A few minutes later, Peter stood at the stove watching dinner cook when Stephanie came out of the bathroom. She strolled into the room, a smile on her face. “Are you watching this?” She asked pointing to the television. “No, not at all, go ahead and change the channel” Peter responded.

As Stephanie leaned over the back of the couch to locate the remote, Peter looked on while chewing a baby carrot. As she leaned, her t-shirt rode up, exposing her underwear. Staring, Peter nearly choked when he realized that Stephanie was again wearing the g-string. The same EXACT one he had cum in about an hour before.

She turned around proudly, holding up the remote. She turned the channel to a NBC comedy, and walked over to the counter next to her father. She stood watching him cook, her feet about a foot apart.

Peter didn’t dare look down, but his cock was at full attention, the massive head clearly visible through his thin underwear. Acting like nothing was amiss, Stephanie and her father casually chatted about dinner and what movie they would watch tonight.

Peter kneeled down to grab the salad spinner from a low shelf, and looked up to see that he was eye level with Stephanie’s pussy. As he looked up, he saw that her g-string was still soaked in his cum and that cum was dripping down the inside of her thighs. As he watched, two white drops slowly crawled down her peach fuzz covered inner thigh. As he looked on entranced, he thought of the times he had creampied her mother, the cum dripping out of her pussy in public.

Above Peter, Stephanie watched proudly. Her father was kneeling, holding the salad spinner, clearly staring at her cunt for the last thirty seconds. Finally, she silently counted to ten and then coughed, bringing Peter back to reality. He stood up “sorry that took so long, it was hard to find.”

“Oh it’s okay, we all get distracted.” Stephanie said in retort. She stared down at his hard cock, almost ripping out of his underwear. With a proud smile on her face, she turned and walked over to the couch.

In the back of her mind, Stephanie thought “he doesn’t even know I’m fertile right now.”

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