© Road07Dog ©
All characters over eighteen.
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Here I am sitting in my kitchen, looking across the island unit and over the sink, through the window and down the garden. It's a nice sunny day, so I could always cut the grass, but I did that only three days ago, damn I'm bored.
When this virus hit the scene my work was declared non-essential, so my business was closed, and I'm confined to home. Schools and colleges the same, so the kids are here too. The wife got to work for that first week, her job sort of essential, but then someone in her office tested positive and they're all sent home.
So I sit looking at the washing blowing slowly on the line, Sue has taken to washing clothes every day, So I sit here bored, drinking coffee, but only because it's too early to start drinking booze. Aren't our government just wonderful, the TV channels are now all open, all the sport, not that there is any, all the movies, not that anyone is making any, all the music, but that's all repeats, oh, and all that porn.
It must still be morning because the daughter walks in, she's eighteen, average height, not fat, but not that crazy skinny that seems to be popular with the rest of the world. For me that sort of thin just means for fuck sake eat something.
She's wearing a t-shirt but no bra, and a pair of blue and quite lacy knickers, these come into view as she reaches up for a cereal bowl from the cupboard. Damn she's got a good-looking ass, almost like her mothers was when we first met, only just a little narrower, maybe that is just my memory playing tricks.
The cereal is on the side near the sink, but the milk is in the fridge. She opens the fridge door spreads her legs a little and bends over at the hips. Damn she's got a fine ass. I'm starting to get more than a little hard, just looking at her.
"How you doing?" I asked quietly. She jumped up quickly and almost dropped the milk.
"Dad, you scared me."
"I've been sitting here all the time. How did you not notice me?"
"Things on my mind."
"What things?"
"You don't want to know."
"We've got nothing else to do round here right now, have we?"
"Fine." She sat opposite me, as her ass crashed onto the stool her breasts bounced quite nicely. Her nipples pressed against the shirt for a moment or two then relaxed. "You asked. I'm stuck in here, and my boyfriend is stuck out there."
"You miss him."
"Something like that."
"Can I help in any way?"
"I don't think so."
"Why not."
"I'm eighteen and have raging hormones, what do you think?"
"You want to be with him, to hold his hand."
"Yes dad, his hand, that's right." Her eyes rolled then looked down into her bowl.
"So more than holding hands?"
"Dad. I'm stuck in here, I'm horny as hell, I'm masturbating so much that I'm getting blisters on my fingers and my clit is permanently sore. Do you understand?"
"Yes dear I do, I was a teenager once you know. This will pass you know."
"I know, but I want some fun now."
"I'm sure your bother isn't having as many problems shall we say, and he's only a year older."
"Yes dad." The eyes rolled again. "Hey dad, did you know that you've got toes that a hobbit would be proud of, you could even be a Proudfoot."
"I suppose, but I don't see the connection."
"You will." Again the smile, she's really beautiful when she smiles. "My brother, the barefoot kid is much the same, isn't he?"
"I suppose." I'm still very confused.
"So how is it, that he has five socks on the washing line, not four or six, five?"
"I've no idea, I hadn't really noticed."
"If he's not careful he's going to get athletes cock." Finally the penny dropped, with a sound like a frying pan in "Tom and Jerry". "He's not on his own, though is he? Your spending an awful lot of time in the bathroom, constipated father? Does the high volume of data to your phone work for you?"
"Well, er."
"Don't sweat it, mum's reading her word porn on literotica, you and Dan favour moving images on different platforms, and I stream something different to my tablet. I'm really glad you spent the extra on the splash proof version, sometimes I come all over the place."
"I, I, er, I'm glad you like it."
"Happy you asked now?"
"I'm not sure." I looked down at the tent in my shorts and the hairy toes beyond.
"And now you've got me all hot and wet, what I really need is a hot wet tongue."
"I'm not much better right now."
"Fuck it." She mutters. She pushed the half-eaten bowl away and walks around the island. She pulls my knees, so I'm turned a little sideways, then climbs up onto my lap. She wriggles until she is more comfortable and pulls her bowl across to start eating again. Every spoonful causes her to move slightly backwards and forwards in my lap, my cock hardening until it's pressed hard against her.
"Does that feel good Dad." She asks, looking into my eyes.
"Damn girl, you know it does, you can feel how good it feels."
"Feels good for me too." She rocks a little to the side, and sighs. "That's better." She spreads her legs a little and then traps my dick as it moves up into the space.
"Oh that's even better." She smiles, then reaches forwards and kisses me, not the usual peck on the cheek, full on the lips, her tongue forcing entry into my mouth, at this point I was putting up a fight, I was thinking about it, no I wasn't. Our tongues fenced for dominance, which was not actually decided.
My hand reached under her shirt and cupped her small breast, her nipple sticking out a good way and rock hard. Her breathing became ragged until she broke the kiss. She pushed my hand down until it rested on her hip.
"Dad, this is wrong." She said.
"Of course it is, as far as the rules are concerned. But those rules are outside this house, and we are inside, where the rules outside have forced us to be."
"I know what you mean, but I wasn't thinking of that, fuck their rules, I don't want to cheat on mum."
"Neither do I, but we both have these little problems."
"It doesn't feel so small to me." She laughed as she reached between her thighs and gripped the end of my cock through the shorts.
"If you do that much more, there's going to be mayonnaise everywhere."
"Oh," she whispered, kissing me again, "daddies' special sauce." She smiled and rubbed harder. She slowly spread her legs and pushed my cock against the hot gusset of her blue panties, she wriggled against it and moved her hand up and down, faster and faster she went. Soon my breath started to catch in my throat as my release approached, she showed no signs of stopping. Finally with a quiet grunt I came, spurting inside my pants. She continued to stroke for a short time, until I got my lungs back under control.