I had a date with my daughter. A real escort, with Great White Way show tickets and dinner party arriere pensee at Raoul's, one of the finest eating place in the metropolis. It was her natal day and I wanted it to be especial for her. She was on the cusp of adulthood so I was determined to treat her like an grownup woman ; to throw her a Night on the town she would cherish for the respite of her life.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for weeks at a fourth dimension. My job as a worldwide reporter kept me moving from city to urban center, country to country. I've been to some of the most alien places on the planet, but I've also had to endure some of the most down trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my family sat in the suburbs of New York and struggled to exist without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up nights for a call and started accepting calls from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three class. My daughter was more patient, she was always happy to spill to me and coming home to her was the ultimate joy in my lifetime. She didn't hesitate to play me up to escort on school, Friend and her life in ecumenical. Even though we were often Continent apart, my little girl and I were always very closely. And that is why, on her birthday, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be home. I was going to make her Eighteenth birthday very peculiar.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the stairs. I was standing at the bottom looking up, entranced by the young woman descending from the s floor. She was wearing a disastrous figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the bird cut across her legs at a modest mid-thigh, the curves and contours of her legs below the skirt jolted my centre, the mannikin of her upper thighs under the slender black fabric magnetized my male tending. My gaze drifted up her legs to follow the breaking ball of her articulatio coxae, over the dandy of her ass to a waist I could span with one hand. The top of the lace dress cut evenly across her bosom ; it revealed no cleavage but that wasn't necessity. Her breasts stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the frock held them firmly. There was a single thin strap holding the attire in billet but it didn't go up and over her articulatio humeri on each side of meat. The strap attached to the sides of the dress at the tear descent then crossed from left to correct, right to get out. It formed a wide X above her titty then looped around her cervix, which would mean her back was bare of any material above the top of the dress.

I tore my optic off my daughter's body to seem at the rest period of her. She wore sheer nylons and black stiletto bounder about three in high. The open toed shoes were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic expressive style leather straps forming Xs on each side of meat of her ankle joint. Bright red nail burnish highlighted her feet, it matched the color of her fingernails. Along with the clothes strap around her neck, she had a light gold chain from which hung a charm shaped as a butterfly. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a breath of the makeup she wore, but her lips looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long sinister fuzz split over her good articulatio humeri and fell to even with her navel. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter's evening wear. In the few sec it took me to appraise my date for the Nox, she stepped to the bottom of the steps,"I'm ready."

My god the girl was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a father should take in been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and son of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should commute the date, just bide home, go along her out of sight. She is just over 5'9, and in the heels she was eye point with me, she put her handwriting on my arm and asked,"Are we going dad ?"

"Not yet, I have something for you."I pulled a polished wooden jewelry box with a amber leafage ‘ Z'on the lid from my pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delectation and opened the box to detect a one-inch circle of gold surrounding the missive Z. I had the appeal and box made by a goldworker in Marrakech, specifically for Zina.

She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden chemical chain,"A necklace ? My initial ? Oh dad, it's beautiful, I love it. Put it on me please."She turned her back to me.

Zina lifted her pilus and bent her head to give me access to put the new chain around her neck. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my digit brushed her neck opening, I saw a light eruption of goose pimple on her skin. Necklace in place, my girl spun, put her weapons system around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her trope,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a honorable match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said good night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should congratulate how she looked, or keep my mouth shut. For the first metre in my liveliness the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a single phrase and I didn't want to say her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her extra nighttime, I rented a limo with driver. He opened the door for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me,"Wow, you really did it up tonight ; a car and driver ?"

"I don't have to drive into the city, we can peach without my cussing out the traffic."

Zina chirped a quick jest,"Great, we have a lot to mouth about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate future month."That reminded me that my daughter was close to finishing high school. At the tender age of 17 she became a fourth-year, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her academician skills.

My daughter and I talked on the ride into the metropolis. I told her of my electric current duty assignment, the conditions of the Din Land and people, I was silently happy she didn't have to suffer the like fortune as the girl her age in the kindred, she would experience been a mother three or four prison term over already, likely with different men, none a hubby. She updated me on her last-place few hebdomad of schooltime and plans for the summer. She and her female parent were going on a summer long road trip to several subject common.

I had tickets for the musical Phantom of the opera. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn't know where we were going and managed to hold open her wonder at bay. I could enjoin she wanted to make out but I kept it privy until we pulled up in front of the theatre of operations. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her hilarity, threw her munition around me and kissed my face,"Really, phantasma of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her bosom on my thorax, the odor of her scent. It was a momentaneous sense, a unadulterated masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the undetermined door of the car and offered Zina my hand. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the skirt rode luxuriously on her thighs, I caught a coup d'oeil of wan thigh above the top of her hose, and Black satin panties. Not only did my center get a dainty, I felt my bollock shiver. Again, prevent intellection surged to the forefront of my mind. I was slowly succumbing to the magic spell of the Edward Young cleaning woman.

Zina waited near the theater entrance while I spoke with the number one wood. I hadn't thought of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another thought, if I was going to treat her as a woman, not my minor, we should salute her birthday. I slipped the driver enough immediate payment to buy a bottle of Champaign to feature in the car when we returned from the show. My thoughts were not prurient, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my girl had time to ramble the lobby and prospect the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masks and props for the appearance I went to the conceding and got two goblets of wine. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"wine-colored ? Really ? What if someone sees ?"

I smiled down on her,"Don't worry about it, tonight you look a lot more mature than 18, no one is going to query you having a drink. You have had wine before, harbor't you ?"I was pretty for certain her mother let her sip wine-coloured at home once in a while.

Zina blushed slightly and admitted,"Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at night sometimes and salute wine. That's when we have our best mom and daughter conversations."She looked up sharply,"But not on school nights."As an afterthought she added,"I look more than mature ?"

"full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this theater and no one would surmise you are less than twenty-one."

She gave me a delightful grin then leaned to me, kissed my cheek and said so no one else could hear,"You are the only man I want to deck tonight ; I love you dad."Her whisper soft breath on my ear sent another involuntary shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a smear of red gloss off my cheek with her finger.

She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When pause was called, I led her back to the bar for another glassful of wine-colored. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performer and the birdsong. She finished her vino then asked for another, to take back for the endorsement one-half. I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big Green eyes on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can handle it."

The secondly half of the opera passed in a fuzz for me. My direction wasn't on Christine or the phantasma, my nidus kept being diverted by my daughter's legs. The midi-dress was riding luxuriously on her second joint, near the junction of her branch. She was animated as she followed the plot, every time she moved, her pegleg attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the annulus inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare cutis. I felt wretched watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the father was growing More and more aware of the alluring young female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her wear and makeup to entice me, rather than accompany me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a veridical escort, not out for birthday jubilation. My view shamed me, but my cock has no moral sense, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my child.

Standing in the lobby of the dramatics after the display Zina was agitated with joy,"Now what dad, what are you going to do with me now ?"

Her choice of words encouraged another quickly phantasy as I replied,"dinner, I hope you like Raoul's, it is supposed to be good."

Her optic sparkled, she smiled, licked her upper lip and said"We could go to burger mogul and if you are with me, it would be perfect."

"I don't like Burger power ; their fries are too bland."

"Then you better take me somewhere nice"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My optic were locked on her back, she was taking long stride on the high cad which caused her hips to sway provocatively with each step ; my prick took a deep intimation, she definitely wasn't a young lady anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip rubric and eyes in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a grotesque night so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her rim as she spoke and had to fight down an urge to snog the lyric from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the worldly concern, all my disbursal are paid, plus I get per diem and often wild job pay. I still get my regular pay but almost never touch it, I don't need to. The utmost time I spent a heap of money is when I bought my house in New Haven. Don't worry about what I spend for you or on you, this is your night Zina, enjoy it."My daughter gave me a dazzling smile, graced the corner of my mouth with her reinvigorated gloss rim, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my left hand in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her hand covered mine, holding me like that she closed her heart. The medallion of my hand was covering the hem of the garb, my finger's breadth were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the evening broke free of weakened lesson restraints and warmed my balls. My rooster began to gain some unplayful weight. I was self-conscious of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to propel my hand from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The silent invitation to keep my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my digit. She either didn't feel my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quieten with her eyes closed.

At the restaurant I was again treated to the same view I got at the field of operations, only the second sentence it seemed to withdraw her a bit thirster to issue from the car, giving me two extra moments of bare second joint and black panties. As I held her manus she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a girl smile, but the intimate smile of a cleaning woman for a man she is attracted to. The haste of blood to my head made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the opinion that stampeded through my creative thinker.

I ordered wine, the sommelier did not waffle or question my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the display then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a normal conversation without affair or hidden substance. We sipped wine for the total two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner party. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her question on my articulatio humeri as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my impertinence, her nearness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could tell the hanker evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the excitement and several methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine. It was time to demand her home.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the placement for her natal day Night, my ex suggested I take her to New harbour, to my place after the field and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my house often when I was between appointment, she had her own room, so the prompting was neither strange nor wrong. Since the limousine device driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute driving. I opened the door of the in-car ice chest and pulled out the champagne,"Want a Night cap ?"I asked my daughter. She examined the label while I found two flute glass then we opened the nursing bottle and toasted her birthday once more.

When her Methedrine was empty, she asked me to stream another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front of the rider compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The smoke glass blocked the driver view of the backbone of the car. Zina turned to face up me on the opposite seat, took her chicken feed and tilted it as a salute and sipped. Facing me like that, the short dress revealed most of her prospicient shapely legs, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the apparel, the trace between her wooden leg barely concealed the top of her thigh. My cock warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too tea cosy. I needed to chill off, to put some space between me and the girl. I leaned back into the corner of my keister and averted my eyes. It didn't work. Zina moved from her posterior and sat future to me then said"Daddy, this has been almost the most perfect date I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the eyes, she sounded nervous when she said"but I want it to be exactly utter, can I have one to a greater extent present ?"

"What's that sweetheart, what do you want ?"

She didn't say a word as her custody went to my waistline, to my belt. In LE clock time it took for the impact of what she was doing to consume me, my girl was tugging my slide fastener down. It was an automatic reflex response to take hold of her hand and deplumate it away from my trouser. Zina shook me off, slapped my finger's breadth lightly the went back to employment on my zip fastener while seducing me with her eyes. She opened my pants then arched off the seat and pulled her panty down and off her legs. Zina rose up, threw her properly leg over my second joint then settled down on me. I was looking at her strapless back as she rocked her hip, my half-swollen pecker swelled rapidly to go an erecting. I lifted her by the waist so my tool could stand then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a long breath, looked over her shoulder, swept her long hair from her typeface and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was ready, and I pushed up into her easily. She didn't cry out ; she didn't resist me so I assumed this wasn't the first time she'd been fucked. I did not reject, I was relieved I didn't hurt her, that she knew what she wanted and how to get it. All the scruple I'd been having about my thinking for her all nighttime vanished in the time it took me to thrust into her. We started the date as dad and girl but we were ending it as man and woman. I held Zina's waist then she and I ventured into a new dimension of our relationship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my erection in an oven but the oven was wet, attender, thrilling. Zina rolled her hips, sliding on me while I reclined on the seat watching her spine. I lifted the dress and watched her target cheeks moving and my rooster swelled even further. I put a hand around her waist, over her leg then searched for the button at the top of her snatch. When I felt the bump, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her clit while her passion built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for several import then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my stage and put her weaponry around my neck, her breast flattened on my chest,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

"Hate you, for what we just did ? Never ravisher, I won't even hate myself."

She pulled her head back, looked me directly in the eyes, judging my reaction to her then grinned,"I didn't even kiss you before we did that."She put her bright red glossed sassing on mine and started a attack with her back talk. She broke the kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still hard erection. She put a finger tip on the end of it, bent it down slightly then smiled when it bounced back after she moved the finger's breadth. Zina said"We should put that away before we get home."

It was passion and lust that cause me to ask,"Is that it, are you done with it, with me ?"

My girl chirped a straightaway giggle,"No way, that was just a tease dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Sunday night."She pecked me softly on the lip again then went to work, forcing my hard cock back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my hard-on resisted her try to scarf out it back where it belonged. Once she was done tucking me away, she pulled a tissue paper from her clutch and wiped the lipstick off my fount.

It was near 2am when we got to the star sign. The device driver bid us goodnight then left ; his job was done. Zina and I went into the house, she led me directly to my bedroom. While she went into the adjoining bathroom, I pulled off my clothes and put on a Night robe. My cock was anticipating the coming night so it was strong, tall and proud, making a big tent in the front of the robe. My girl came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel from knocker to thighs, she was chuckling,"What ?"I asked.

"I forgot my panties in the car, the driver is going to get a shock when he cleans it tomorrow."

"I doubt it, I'm somewhat sure that car has been used as chamber before."

"But he knows you're my father, what might he mean ?"

I pulled Zina to my munition, wrapped her ass with my hands and pulled her against the evidence of my lust. She ground her groin on my hard-on, put her men around my cervix and her oral fissure over mine. When we broke apart to breathe, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the lucky fucking founding father in the world."

"He might tell someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could lose the trust of a lot of client. A comment on Facebook about his loose talk would kill his business. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me lead her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulders then my girl and I stepped back to front at the other. I thought when I saw her coming down the stairs was the highlight of my eve, but I was wrong. The eighteen-year-old woman standing in movement of me in nature's glory caused my lineage to boiling point, my core was tripping, my erecting thudded with desire. I put my manus on her nerve then slid them down to her shoulder joint and urged her to turn away. When her back was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her understructure were on the flooring, I stepped to her then skid my cock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low moan then my daughter and I started an intense, all night birthday celebration. I screwed her a couple of minutes then withdrew and we got onto the bed. Before I slipped into her again, I had to ask,"Do I need to be careful, I have some rubber ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be okay but, just to be two-bagger sure, I brought a forenoon after pill."It was then I realized that my daughter had been seducing me from the moment she came down the stairs. My cock grew even more, my luxuria triumphed over any residual flavour of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual creature ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

eventide though I was as hot as a stripling to screw my daughter, I knew I couldn't climax in a couple of arcminute. I was driven by a need to love the lady friend until she couldn't take anymore. I was her papa, I'd been her Hero of Alexandria her entire life, I wanted to make surely she wouldn't change those opinion and feelings by being a fast, lousy fuck.

My dick was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her body, my balls slapping her buns as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my side of meat with both hands, mewing when my cock slid across her button. She moved her hired man to prehend the pillow her head was on, her longsighted shiny brown hair spread across the pillow looked like saint's wings over her berm, framing her head and face. We surrendered to the demand of nature, coupling passionately in the dark niggardliness of the elbow room. We mated with abandon, taking all we could from the other. She was heaving and bend, offering me her body and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to high and higher stratum of motive and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went stiff as a board, her eyes flew undetermined and she drew in a farsighted hoarse breath. Her centre focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the coming exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million glowing flare pass of ecstasy that set off acute blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsing untried woman beneath me and my orchis gave up the competitiveness. My hammer swelled even harder then began to toss as I injected shooter of lava hot cum into the beautiful young woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her hips against my groin, her physical structure absorbing all I had to give.

I was covered with sweat, ineffective to hold myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breathing space I could get. She twisted her principal to me, her whisker was matted and weaken, her face flushed hot, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped for wise air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay side by side of meat, I watched halcyon Z shifting on her peel as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual convulsion, rolled her head to me then asked,"Do you hate me yet ?"

She smiled with satisfaction when I answered,"Not yet, maybe if I fuck you again."

"No maybes dad, you will fuck me again, and again after that if we manage to stay awaken that long."My girl screwed me once more that night, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an exhausted rest.

The trill of Zina's earpiece woke us in the early good afternoon, her mother was calling. While she was telling her mom about the Night on the town, I went to piddle then came back to bed with her. As she and her female parent talked my pecker again reacted to the fresh immature female and stiffened. I pushed her to her face, probed between her legs and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my thigh and let me bask her until the claim ended. She clicked off the headphone, pulled off me, turned over and said"Save it for later, we have to get up."She sat up, kissed the end of my hard-on then got off the bed. We got up, cleaned up and made ready for the day.

We were sitting on a bench at the marina watching sea birds and gravy boat. Until that mo neither of us had brought up the subject of sex, of what happened the nighttime before, but I was rummy, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her choice of frock, the provocative motion and gestures, the pernicious flirt while we talked all combined into a night of covert, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was clear my daughter wanted me to take her to bed and fuck her. Why ? I turned to her on the workbench,"What was last dark about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her middle for a minute then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to make beloved to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so much it hurts my center and in the last couple of year I would make up stories of how you would wash to my deliverance and save me from missing you. At first it was just simulation things like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your sentence with me. When you did come plate, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as papa and girl. You did rescue me from missing you, my kernel didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it about when we went to carom commons and ate ice cream, it was just us, cipher else existed then.

"Then about a twelvemonth ago mom and I were sitting in front of the hearth imbibition wine-colored, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could narrate she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a spell but she never talks about other men, she talks about you. About the too soon days when you were dating, the times before you got this job, how it was a struggle to pay beak, how the three of us were so tight, so together. She was happy in those Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in different mode. I missed my daddy ; she missed her lover. She told me one night after two bottles of wine-colored that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was kind of embarrassed at first, I was 16 and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our chamber. That first night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was variety of embarrassed to hear about how you two screwed, but by the clip we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to hear more."

"Your mother misses me, missed me ?"

Zina smiled slightly,"Yeah dad, she still does."

I wasn't sure how to answer her so I encouraged her to speak,"After that ?"

"After that it was like she had turned on a electrical switch, we would have some wine then mom would take off Sir Thomas More stories of when and how you made sleep with. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing crying the night she told me about the commencement fourth dimension she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to take her home so she could deepen her clothes."

"Why would she want to alter close if she was going to sustain sex with me ?"

"She told me she was wearing full bodied whiteness cotton fiber panties with pink and blasphemous elephants printed on them. She was so scare away you would await at them and laughter at her. Mom said the next day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new unity. God it was funny the way she told it."

I thought about that night, it certainly wasn't the approach pattern of her panties I was concentrating on,"I never noticed"I said.

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first time I felt an pursuit in you as a man was when she was telling me how she damn near raped you every night for calendar week until she got pregnant with me. I had exposure in my head of your erecting cuming in mom and got cramps in my stomach. Not bad cramps, they were pure sexual, they felt good. That was the low gear meter I wondered how it would finger if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her storey got more erotic, she would tell me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to look over the bay, took a bracing breathing place then finished,"Over the next few months mom told me everything ; about veritable sex, oral sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for XIV years, until the divorce. In cattiness of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any mystery or details. I think it's her way of not letting you go ; she misses you dad ; she misses you in bed."

This was all news to me,"So how did conversations with your mother bout into cobbler's last night ?"

"I started fantasizing that I was mom, that you and me were married and screwing our asses off. I still hadn't been with any guy, but in my mind, we were busy as hell. I spent a lot of Nox with my finger's breadth in me, imagining they were your fingers. I think it was you in my mind when I started having sex with Set. He and me did it for a brace of months then I dumped him and started going to bed with Ricky. Ricky reminded me of you, he looked like you, he is about the same sizing. Even his voice was you. I fucked him a lot because it was you, not him, with me."Zina put her hand on my arm,"I have to pee and this terrace is getting hard on my derriere, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner party that evening, she and I poured glasses of Southern Comfort then started the future round of love and incest."When did you eff you wanted me for actual ?"

Zina sipped her drunkenness, looked into my eyes for a few seconds,"When you told me you were coming dwelling house for my birthday. I had a ostentate visual modality of hugging you at the aerodrome and felt a wild thrill in my stomach. A 100 % stark intimate thrill. Mom had told me how she would welcome you home before, and when I felt the rush, I knew that was how I wanted to welcome you back too. From that night on dad, you were my prince coming to wake me with a kiss, not my daddy. You told me you wanted to get to my natal day special, well I knew how exceptional I wanted it to be. I started seducing you that day."My daughter got off the sofa and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put wood on the ember, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight stone washed, faded jeans, a diffuse red cashmere pullover and 2"ticker. She was even more alluring than the Night before in the midi-dress. My prick began to anticipate the body beneath the clothing. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my legs and sat on my stifle, facing me. She put her glass on the end table, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulders. Zina and I shared a few unruffled instant then she leaned to me and put her sassing on mine. The tip of her tongue fenced lightly with mine for few arcsecond then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

A frisson of angst ran up my spine,"What do you entail, she knows ?"

"I think she knows, or suspect. She went with me when I bought the dress and shoes and when I was looking at lingerie she asked, ‘ Why are you being so choosy about panties, you going to let your don see them ?'

I had to deny her,"Oh mom, get real, I just want everything to be new, new dress, new shoes, new underwear."

"You know girl, you've been acting like you're going out with a lover, not your father. You've been in the cloud for days, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're going to seduce him."

"I had to resist, ‘ Mom, he's my dad, we are celebrating my birthday, not our wedding."

"She countered with, ‘ Zina, I don't know for certainly what's in your foreland right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're smell. I felt the Saami way for years, every time he came home from a long trip.'I didn't snub her, my denial got stuck in my mouth so I turned and walked away, acting like she'd insulted me. Mom didn't say anything More, but I'm pretty indisputable she knows, she can read me like a large print book sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest of drawers, her weapons system around my neck. I kissed the pelt of her shoulder joint and slipped my hands under her perspirer and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a breast then pinched the nipple in my fingers. Zina sipped a light up breath and put her mouth on mine again. When I broke the buss she mused,"Maybe she is overjealous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act jealous last night, she looked proud of you. You really think she would want to get back under blankets with me again ?"

Zina smiled,"Definitely, she'd declination over for you on the pip if you just puffed a faint air buss at her."

"And you, you wouldn't be jealous ?"

"Daaaad ! You're not my married man. She's my female parent, you screwed her to conceptualise me, that alone gives her Sir Thomas More rightfulness to your body."

"exclusive rights ?"

She chirped a quick laugh,"Not tonight."I stood from the lounge, picked up my daughter then carried her to the chamber.

I set her on the floor where we began grabbing and pulling off material, undressing to cool off the fever of passion. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her consistency then she pulled my headway to her breasts. I suckled her breasts as she gripped my hair's-breadth. I caught a nipple between my teeth and flicked my lingua rapidly across it. She quivered under my sassing then urged me off her titty and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her sweet-scented tasting tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her branch enveloped me, house Cy Young breasts crushed between us. My hands were busy roaming over her consistency, head, neck opening, and back. I paid special care to her ramification, caressing them from human knee to ass. I was awed by the smooth soundness of her pelt, by the heat radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to consume the cacoethes flowing from her so I moved down, between her peg and frenched kissed the top of her body crack. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her knees high then put her finger's breadth in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my hair while I brought her to a first climax with my tongue on her clit. I rolled to my back and pulled her over me, she was lying on my legs, stomach and chest, she locked her mouth on my mouthpiece. My granite tough pecker lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her thighs apart for memory access to my daughter 's throbbing young body. She stopped sucking my lip and pushed up, lifted her hips off me and let me slip into her again. She was soaked with desire so my penetration was Gustavus Franklin Swift and thrilling. I humped, she gasped, and together we began a total annihilation of the father / daughter kinship.

I fucked her long than thirty hour, under her, over her, behind her then we would pause for a sense of taste of the other, my head between her legs, her month keeping me hard ; Zina shook several clip with sexual climax. For the coda of the act I rolled her to her vertebral column, pushed up on my arms until my erection was the only if association to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her puss. The lot and feel of her father's turncock and balls between her legs set attack to my girl, she burst into flames from the heat. The final climax ripped from her button and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to breathe. I responded and came with her in a long series of explosive muscular contraction. She stared into my oculus as I groaned out her gens then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with sweat, panting for coolheaded air. The pillows had been knocked to the floor, the canvass a crumpled spile under their intertwine branch."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could feel like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even better than net night"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My girl and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense sexual high. Her body was sated for the import, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bathroom to clean up while I went to the kitchen for iced tea. She met me there then we went to the front porch of the sign of the zodiac, we were wearing robes, null else. She and I sat under the canopy of stars and talked more about her hereafter, and her mother. Even though I agreed to the divorce, I didn't want the divorce, I did it because I didn't want my wife to sustain my absence seizure alone. I couldn't be there for her so I let her go."You know that my job as oversea correspondent is almost done, I've been promoted to the New York office, I won't be traveling near as much after adjacent calendar month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to screw ?

"dad, that would be so cool, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so a good deal, it would be awesome to be a kinfolk again."

"You're moving on Zina, you're off to college and after that you will likely find your own track, I can't see us as a smashed family unit again."

"I know that dad, but when I come back for Christmas or birthday it would be Nice to be in one nursing home, not two. You should ask mom out, she's ready."

"How would that be Zina, me dating your mother again after what we've just done, could you sit with us at Xmas and not palpate perverted or envy her ?"

My daughter looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my birthday gift to myself. I'm pretty sure mom knows what I'm doing, but I'm also sure she hasn't protested or warned me off because in one way, I'm her proxy. She needs to palpate you again and if the only when way is through me, she's accepted it. If you get back with mom, I won't need to be the go between for her. I know she will never ask about this weekend, I will never bring it up. After tomorrow you and I will be father and daughter again, I love what we are doing and I'll treasure the memories of this weekend, but I'm not looking for a permanent wave thing, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her phone and handed it to me,"Call mom, ask her out dad, she won't say no. After that lets you and me go back to bed."

I put the phone to my ear as Zina leaned over my lap then opened the robe, she cradled my clump as her early hand encouraged another erection .