I had a appointment with my daughter. A veridical date, with Broadway Show tickets and dinner reservations at Raoul's, one of the finest restaurants in the metropolis. It was her birthday and I wanted it to be peculiar for her. She was on the cusp of maturity so I was determined to regale her like an adult charwoman ; to devote her a nighttime on the town she would treasure for the relaxation of her life history.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for weeks at a time. My job as a worldwide newsman kept me moving from urban center to city, country to country. I've been to some of the most exotic property on the planet, but I've also had to survive some of the most down trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my family sat in the suburb of New York and struggled to subsist without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up Night for a cry and started accepting margin call from men who were not 11000 Swedish mile away. We had been amicably divorced three years. My daughter was more patient role, she was always felicitous to talk to me and coming home base to her was the ultimate joy in my biography. She didn't hesitate to bring in me up to date on school, friends and her life in general. Even though we were often continent apart, my girl and I were always very close. And that is why, on her birthday, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be base. I was going to get to her Eighteenth birthday very exceptional.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the stair. I was standing at the keister looking up, entranced by the Thomas Young woman descending from the second floor. She was wearing a Shirley Temple Black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the annulus cut across her legs at a modest mid-thigh, the curves and contour of her wooden leg below the skirt jolted my eyes, the form of her pep pill thigh under the lean disgraceful material magnetized my male person care. My regard drifted up her legs to conform to the bender of her hips, over the crestless wave of her ass to a shank I could traverse 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 aid of a bra ; the attire held them firmly. There was a I thin strap holding the attire in place but it didn't go up and over her shoulders on each position. The shoulder strap attached to the face of the frock at the fizzle agate line then crossed from left to right, right to go out. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck opening, which would mean her backbone was bare of any stuff above the top of the dress.

I tore my centre off my daughter's body to seem at the residuum of her. She wore sheer nylons and black-market stiletto hound about three in high. The unresolved toed skid were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic panache leather shoulder strap forming Xs on each side of her ankles. Bright red nail finish highlighted her human foot, it matched the color of her fingernails. Along with the clothes strap around her neck, she had a light gold mountain range from which hung a magic spell shaped as a butterfly stroke. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a tinge of the makeup she wore, but her lips looked to be the Lapp hue as her nails. Long glum hair split over her good shoulder and fell to even with her navel. Golden ring earrings completed my daughter's evening wearable. In the few bit it took me to appraise my appointment for the night, she stepped to the bottom of the step,"I'm ready."

My god the girl was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a father should have been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and male child of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should switch the particular date, just stay house, stay fresh her out of pot. She is just over 5'9, and in the heels she was eye spirit level with me, she put her hand 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 gold leaf ‘ Z'on the lid from my pouch and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to line up a one-inch circle of atomic number 79 surrounding the letter Z. I had the magical spell and box made by a Oliver Goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina.

She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a fortunate 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 foreland to give me accession to put the new chain around her neck opening. 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 finger brushed her neck opening, I saw a unhorse eruption of goosebumps on her skin. Necklace in topographic point, my girl spun, put her limb around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her image,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a better match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said skilful 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 compliment how she looked, or keep my mouthpiece shut. For the low time in my life story the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a unmarried phrase and I didn't want to recite her what I actually thought. Since this was a special dark, her special night, I rented a limo with device driver. He opened the room access for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me,"Wow, you really did it up tonight ; a car and device driver ?"

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

Zina chirped a promptly laugh,"Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to enjoin you what I want to do when I graduate next month."That reminded me that my daughter was closelipped to finishing high schoolhouse. At the tender age of seventeen she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her faculty member acquisition.

My daughter and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my flow assignment, the weather of the kingdom and people, I was silently glad she didn't have to have the same fate as the fille her age in the tribe, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few weeks of school and plans for the summertime. She and her mother were going on a summer long road slip to several home park.

I had slate 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 keep her curiosity at bay. I could order she wanted to know but I kept it secret until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her glee, threw her arm around me and kissed my nerve,"Really, phantom of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the bit was the crush of her breasts on my breast, the fragrance of her perfume. It was a momentary sensation, a pure masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open threshold of the car and offered Zina my bridge player. When she turned to get out, her stage parted, the skirt rode high on her thighs, I caught a coup d'oeil of pale thighs above the top of her hosiery, and black satin panties. Not only did my eyes get a treat, I felt my orchis shiver. Again, forbidden mentation surged to the forefront of my nous. I was slowly succumbing to the magic spell of the young charwoman.

Zina waited near the theater entry while I spoke with the number one wood. I hadn't idea of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young char spurred another mentation, if I was going to deal her as a woman, not my youngster, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the number one wood enough cash to buy a feeding bottle of Champaign to ingest in the car when we returned from the show. My thoughts were not salacious, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my daughter had clock time to wander the lobby and view the magnificent computer architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of mask and airscrew for the show I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"vino ? Really ? What if someone sees ?"

I smiled down on her,"Don't worry about it, tonight you look a lot more mature than eighteen, no one is going to query you having a swallow. You have had vino before, harbour't you ?"I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at family once in a while.

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

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

She gave me a delightful smile then leaned to me, kissed my cheek and said so no one else could hear,"You are the only man I want to decorate tonight ; I love you dad."Her voicelessness soft hint on my ear sent another involuntary tingle 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 appearance. When intermission was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine. Zina bubbled with exuberance about the orchestra, performers and the songs. She finished her wine then asked for another, to film back for the second half. I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big jet optic on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can address it."

The second half of the Opera passed in a fuzz for me. My focus wasn't on Christine or the phantasm, my focussing kept being diverted by my daughter's legs. The midi-dress was riding senior high school on her thigh, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the patch, every time she moved, her leg attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching luxuriously, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare tegument. I felt slimy 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 clothing and makeup to lure me, rather than attach to me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a really particular date, not out for natal day celebration. My thoughts shamed me, but my cock has no moral sense, it was beginning to react to her as a cleaning woman, not as my child.

Standing in the pressure group of the dramaturgy after the show Zina was agitated with joy,"Now what dad, what are you going to do with me now ?"

Her choice of password encouraged another quick fantasy as I replied,"dinner party, I hope you like Raoul's, it is supposed to be good."

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

"I don't like hamburger tycoon ; their fries are too bland."

"Then you better read me somewhere squeamish"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eyes were locked on her back, she was taking long footstep on the high heels which caused her hips to rock provocatively with each stride ; my prick took a deep breather, she definitely wasn't a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip burnish and eyes in a mirror, capped the physical composition then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a fantastic night so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her lips as she spoke and had to agitate down an itch to osculate the Logos from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the world, all my expenses are paid, plus I get per diem and often risky job pay. I still get my regular earnings but almost never extend to it, I don't need to. The last meter 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 smiling, graced the corner of my mouthpiece with her novel glossed back talk, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my go forth hand in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her paw covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eyes. The laurel wreath of my hand was covering the hem of the apparel, my fingers were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal sake in my girl that had been slowly growing through the evening broke free of weakened moral simpleness and warmed my balls. My cock began to gain some serious weight. I was self-aware of where my script was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to move my bridge player from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The understood invitation to keep my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my finger's breadth. She either didn't finger my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quiet with her eye closed.

At the restaurant I was again treated to the same view I got at the dramaturgy, only the second time it seemed to take her a bit yearner to emerge from the car, giving me two spear carrier moment of bare thigh and smuggled step-in. As I held her script she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the intimate smile of a woman for a man she is attracted to. The charge of blood to my oral sex made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the cerebration that stampeded through my brain.

I ordered wine, the sommelier did not pause or question my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a convention conversation without liaison or obliterate meaning. We sipped wine for the entire two 60 minutes we enjoyed the long, brilliant dinner party. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her pilus was brushing my impertinence, her nearness was creating havoc in my legal brief. It was approximate midnight and I could tell the long evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the upheaval and several eyeglasses of wine. It was clip to need her plate.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the arrangements for her birthday night, my ex suggested I take her to New Haven, to my place after the theater and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my house often when I was between assignment, she had her own way, so the suggestion was neither unusual nor improper. Since the limousine driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute drive. I opened the door of the in-car cooler and pulled out the Champagne,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my girl. She examined the label while I found two flutes then we opened the bottle and toasted her natal day once more.

When her spyglass was empty, she asked me to pour another then did something unexpected, she moved to the social movement of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The smoke-cured glass blocked the drivers purview of the back of the car. Zina turned to present me on the opposite tush, took her trash and tilted it as a salutation and sipped. Facing me like that, the short frock revealed nigh of her long shapely legs, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the attire, the shadow between her legs barely concealed the top of her thighs. My rooster warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too intimate. I needed to cool down off, to put some space between me and the daughter. I leaned back into the corner of my fundament and averted my optic. It didn't workplace. Zina moved from her seat and sat succeeding to me then said"dada, 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 perfect, can I have one more present ?"

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

She didn't say a watchword as her hands went to my waist, to my bash. In less time it took for the shock of what she was doing to use up me, my daughter was tugging my zipper down. It was an automatonlike unconditioned reflex to grab her hired hand and rend it away from my knickers. Zina shook me off, slapped my finger's breadth lightly the went back to employment on my zipper while seducing me with her optic. She opened my bloomers then arched off the seat and pulled her pantie down and off her leg. Zina rose up, threw her right leg over my thighs then settled down on me. I was looking at her strapless back as she rocked her pelvic girdle, my half-swollen cock swelled rapidly to get an erecting. I lifted her by the waist so my prick could stand then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a longsighted breathing time, looked over her shoulder, swept her foresightful hair from her face 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 sentence 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 sentiment for her all nighttime vanished in the time it took me to push up into her. We started the day of the month as daddy and daughter 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 family relationship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my erection in an oven but the oven was wet, tender, thrilling. Zina rolled her hip joint, sliding on me while I reclined on the seat watching her book binding. I lifted the dress and watched her fundament nerve moving and my cock swelled even further. I put a paw around her shank, over her leg then searched for the button at the top of her slit. When I felt the protrusion, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her clitoris while her cacoethes built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for various here and now then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my ramification and put her arms around my neck, her pap flattened on my chest,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

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

She pulled her header back, looked me directly in the middle, judging my reaction to her then grinned,"I didn't even osculate you before we did that."She put her bright red glossed rima oris on mine and started a fervency with her backtalk. She broke the kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still voiceless erecting. 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. 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 quick giggle,"No way, that was just a tease dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Dominicus night."She pecked me softly on the backtalk again then went to work, forcing my hard rooster back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erection resisted her efforts to stuff it back where it belonged. Once she was done tucking me away, she pulled a tissue from her clutch and wiped the lipstick off my font.

It was near 2am when we got to the theater. The driver bid us goodnight then left ; his job was done. Zina and I went into the house, she led me directly to my bedchamber. While she went into the adjoining bathroom, I pulled off my clothes and put on a night robe. My turncock was anticipating the coming nighttime so it was impregnable, tall and majestic, making a big tent in the presence of the robe. My girl came out of the toilet wrapped in a towel from breasts to thighs, she was chuckling,"What ?"I asked.

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

"I doubt it, I'm pretty sure that car has been used as sleeping room before."

"But he knows you're my Fatherhood, what might he think ?"

I pulled Zina to my arms, wrapped her ass with my manus and pulled her against the evidence of my lustfulness. She ground her jetty on my hard-on, put her hands around my neck and her back talk over mine. When we broke apart to take a breather, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the luckiest fucking founder in the world."

"He might secernate someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could lose the reliance of a lot of clients. A scuttlebutt on Facebook about his loose talking would vote out his patronage. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me conduct her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulders then my daughter and I stepped back to look at the other. I thought when I saw her coming down the stairs was the highlighting of my evening, but I was wrong. The eighteen-year-old woman standing in front of me in nature's glory caused my ancestry to boil, my philia was tripping, my erection thudded with desire. I put my hands on her boldness then slid them down to her shoulder joint and urged her to turn away. When her spine was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her belly, her invertebrate foot were on the floor, I stepped to her then slid my cock between her leg and in. Zina gurgled a low groan then my daughter and I started an acute, all Night birthday celebration. I screwed her a couple of moment then withdrew and we got onto the bed. Before I slipped into her again, I had to ask,"Do I demand to be careful, I have some safe ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be okay but, just to be twofold sure enough, I brought a morning after pill."It was then I realized that my daughter had been seducing me from the minute she came down the stairs. My putz grew even more, my lustfulness triumphed over any residual impression of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one intimate creature ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

even though I was as hot as a teenager to screw my daughter, I knew I couldn't orgasm in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a pauperization to fuck the girl until she couldn't take anymore. I was her pappa, I'd been her hero her integral life, I wanted to make sure she wouldn't variety those cerebration and feelings by being a fast, lousy screw.

My cock was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her body, my balls slapping her arse as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my slope with both hands, mewing when my cock slid across her clit. She moved her script to clutch the pillow her head was on, her long shiny brown haircloth spread across the pillow looked like angel's wings over her shoulder joint, framing her head and expression. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the dismal closeness of the room. We mated with abandon, taking all we could from the early. She was heaving and deflection, offering me her trunk and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and higher levels of need and ecstasy. All of a sudden Zina went stiff as a board, her eyes flew loose and she drew in a long hoarse breath. Her middle focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the sexual climax exploded in her uterus, fragmenting into a million glowing flash of ecstasy that set off acute brilliance everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the impulse young woman beneath me and my Lucille Ball gave up the fight. My cock swelled even harder then began to toss as I injected shot of lava hot come into the beautiful untested woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her hips against my groin, her physical structure absorbing all I had to kick in.

I was covered with sweat, unable to hold myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every hint I could get. She twisted her head to me, her hair was matted and damp, her face flushed hot, her knocker 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, I watched fortunate Z shifting on her hide as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock intimate convulsion, rolled her head to me then asked,"Do you hate me yet ?"

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

"No maybes dad, you will bonk me again, and again after that if we manage to stay awake that long."My daughter screwed me once more that nighttime, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an exhausted sleep.

The shake of Zina's sound woke us in the other afternoon, her mother was calling. While she was telling her mom about the night on the Ithiel Town, I went to piss then came back to bed with her. As she and her mother talked my cock again reacted to the fresh young female and stiffened. I pushed her to her position, probed between her wooden leg and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my thigh and let me enjoy her until the call ended. She clicked off the phone, pulled off me, turned over and said"Save it for later, we have to get up."She sat up, kissed the end of my erection 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 moment neither of us had brought up the case of sex, of what happened the dark before, but I was curious, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her choice of frock, the provocative move and gesture, the subtle flirting while we talked all combined into a nighttime of covert, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was clear my daughter wanted me to use up her to bed and fuck her. Why ? I turned to her on the terrace,"What was last night about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her centre for a second then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to take love to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so much it hurts my nerve and in the last distich of years I would micturate up stories of how you would backwash to my rescue and bring through me from missing you. At outset it was just pretense thing like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time with me. When you did come nursing home, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as papa and daughter. You did rescue me from missing you, my heart didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it nigh when we went to Cannon Park and ate ice ointment, it was just us, nobody else existed then.

"Then about a year ago mom and I were sitting in front of the fireplace drinking wine-coloured, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could tell she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a while but she never talks about other men, she talks about you. About the too soon 24-hour interval when you were dating, the prison term before you got this job, how it was a struggle to pay bills, how the three of us were so besotted, so together. She was happy in those Day. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in unlike ways. I missed my daddy ; she missed her buff. She told me one Night after two bottles of vino that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was sort of embarrassed at first, I was 16 and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedrooms. That first dark we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was form of embarrassed to get wind about how you two screwed, but by the metre we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to try more."

"Your mother misses me, missed me ?"

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

I wasn't sure how to suffice her so I encouraged her to talk,"After that ?"

"After that it was like she had turned on a switch, we would get some wine then mom would get going more stories of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so very much. I was laughing bust the Nox she told me about the first clock time she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to take her home plate so she could change her clothes."

"Why would she want to deepen close if she was going to have sex with me ?"

"She told me she was wearing wide-cut bodied lily-white cotton scanty with garden pink and blue elephants printed on them. She was so scared you would look at them and laugh at her. Mom said the next day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new 1. God it was comic the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first time I felt an stake in you as a man was when she was telling me how she damn near raped you every Nox for weeks until she got pregnant with me. I had characterisation in my head of your erecting cuming in mom and got cramps in my tum. Not bad cramps, they were pure sexual, they felt good. That was the first metre I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more titillating, she would secern me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to look over the bay, took a refreshing breathing spell then finished,"Over the side by side few months mom told me everything ; about regular sex, oral exam sex, and the kinky poppycock you used to do for fourteen years, until the divorce. In spite of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any arcanum or particular. I think it's her way of not letting you go ; she misses you dad ; she misses you in bed."

This was all newsworthiness to me,"So how did conversations with your mother go into 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 fingers in me, imagining they were your digit. I think it was you in my head when I started having sex with Set. He and me did it for a couple of month 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 size of it. Even his vox was you. I fucked him a lot because it was you, not him, with me."Zina put her mitt on my arm,"I have to pee and this terrace is getting hard on my laughingstock, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner that evening, she and I poured glass of Southern Comfort then started the next beat of love and incest."When did you know you wanted me for real ?"

Zina sipped her crapulence, looked into my heart for a few seconds,"When you told me you were coming house for my birthday. I had a flash visual modality of hugging you at the airdrome and felt a fantastic kick in my stomach. A 100 % saturated sexual thrill. Mom had told me how she would welcome you home before, and when I felt the kick, I knew that was how I wanted to receive you back too. From that night on dad, you were my prince coming to waken me with a kiss, not my daddy. You told me you wanted to make my birthday special, well I knew how special I wanted it to be. I started seducing you that day."My girl got off the sofa and went to the open fireplace. As she bent to put Grant Wood on the embers, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight stone washed, faded dungaree, a soft red Kashmir pullover and 2"pump. She was even more tempting than the night before in the midi-dress. My whoreson began to anticipate the consistence beneath the clothing. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my wooden leg 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 quiet moments then she leaned to me and put her brim on mine. The tip of her lingua fenced lightly with mine for few seconds then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

A thrill of angst ran up my spinal column,"What do you think, she knows ?"

"I think she knows, or suspect. She went with me when I bought the garb and skid and when I was looking at intimate apparel she asked, ‘ Why are you being so choosy about panty, you going to let your father see them ?'

I had to abnegate her,"Oh mom, get veridical, I just want everything to be new, new garb, new shoes, new underwear."

"You know girl, you've been acting like you're going out with a buff, not your begetter. 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 natal day, not our wedding."

"She countered with, ‘ Zina, I don't know for sure what's in your top dog right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're feel. I felt the same way for years, every prison term he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff her, my defense 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 trusted she knows, she can understand me like a orotund print book sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest, her munition around my neck opening. I kissed the skin of her shoulder and slipped my manus under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a boob then pinched the nipple in my fingers. Zina sipped a light breath and put her mouth on mine again. When I broke the buss she mused,"Maybe she is green-eyed that I am with you and she isn't."

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

Zina smiled,"Definitely, she'd spill over for you on the spot if you just puff out a light air candy kiss at her."

"And you, you wouldn't be green-eyed ?"

"Daaaad ! You're not my husband. She's my female parent, you screwed her to conceive me, that alone gives her to a greater extent right hand to your body."

"Exclusive right field ?"

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

I set her on the base where we began grabbing and pulling off cloth, undressing to cool the fever of warmth. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her body then she pulled my head to her titty. I suckled her bosom as she gripped my hair. I caught a pap between my teeth and flicked my tongue rapidly across it. She quivered under my mouth then urged me off her teat and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her mellisonant tasting tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her branch enveloped me, firm young breasts crushed between us. My script were meddling roaming over her body, heading, cervix, and back. I paid special attention to her pegleg, caressing them from knee to ass. I was awed by the smooth firmness of her hide, by the oestrus radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to consume the warmth flowing from her so I moved down, between her ramification and frenched kissed the top of her body crack. Zina exhaled a moan, bent her knees high then put her finger's breadth in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my pilus while I brought her to a foremost climax with my tongue on her clit. I rolled to my back and pulled her over me, she was lying on my wooden leg, stomach and thorax, she locked her sass on my mouth. My granite gruelling stopcock lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her thighs apart for approach to my daughter 's throbbing young body. She stopped sucking my rima oris and pushed up, lifted her hip off me and let me slip into her again. She was soaked with desire so my insight was Gustavus Franklin Swift and thrilling. I humped, she gasped, and together we began a sum obliteration of the Church Father / girl kinship.

I fucked her longer than thirty arcminute, under her, over her, behind her then we would pause for a perceptiveness of the other, my chief between her pegleg, her month keeping me surd ; Zina shook several times with orgasms. For the close of the act I rolled her to her back, pushed up on my arms until my erection was the just connective to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her puss. The great deal and smell of her Father-God's stopcock and ballock between her legs set flak to my daughter, she burst into fire from the heat energy. The final climax ripped from her clit and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to rest. I responded and came with her in a yearn serial of explosive contractions. She stared into my eyes as I groaned out her public figure then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with lather, panting for cool air. The pillows had been knocked to the floor, the mainsheet a crumpled peck under their entwined legs."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could feel like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even better than last night"she smiled sexily in the dim twinkle. My daughter and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense intimate heights. Her eubstance was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the john to pick up while I went to the kitchen for iced tea. She met me there then we went to the front porch of the house, we were wearing robes, nothing else. She and I sat under the canopy of stars and talked more about her future, 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 absences alone. I couldn't be there for her so I let her go."You know that my job as overseas correspondent is almost done, I've been promoted to the New House of York role, I won't be traveling near as much after next month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

"daddy, that would be so nerveless, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so lots, it would be awesome to be a house again."

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

"I know that dad, but when I come back for Yuletide or natal day it would be nice to be in one 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 Christmastide and not feel perverted or envy her ?"

My daughter looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my birthday endowment to myself. I'm fairly indisputable 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 placeholder. She needs to feel you again and if the sole 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 thing, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her phone and handed it to me,"birdcall 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 balls as her early hand encouraged another erection .