I had a date with my daughter. A actual date, with Broadway display tickets and dinner party reservations at Raoul's, one of the okay restaurants in the metropolis. It was her birthday and I wanted it to be exceptional for her. She was on the cusp of adulthood so I was determined to treat her like an adult woman ; to give her a night on the town she would treasure for the rest of her lifespan.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for week at a metre. My job as a worldwide newsperson kept me moving from city to urban center, country to body politic. I've been to some of the most exotic places on the planet, but I've also had to tolerate some of the most fine-tune 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 birdsong and started accepting song from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three eld. My daughter was more patient, she was always happy to talk to me and coming home to her was the ultimate joy in my life. She didn't hesitate to contribute me up to appointment on schooling, admirer and her liveliness in general. Even though we were often continent apart, my girl and I were always very close. And that is why, on her natal day, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be home. I was going to make her Eighteenth birthday very special.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the stairs. I was standing at the hind end looking up, entranced by the vernal cleaning woman descending from the instant floor. She was wearing a black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the skirt cut across her ramification at a modest mid-thigh, the curves and contours of her legs below the skirt jolted my eyes, the manakin of her upper second joint under the tenuous Negroid material magnetized my Male attention. My gaze drifted up her ramification to espouse the curve of her hips, over the gallant of her ass to a waist I could span with one hand. The top of the lace apparel cut evenly across her breasts ; it revealed no cleavage but that wasn't necessary. Her bosom stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the clothes held them firmly. There was a single thin shoulder strap holding the apparel in place but it didn't go up and over her shoulders on each side. The strap attached to the sides of the frock at the bust line of reasoning then crossed from left to right, right to exit. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck opening, which would mean her dorsum was bare of any material above the top of the garb.

I tore my oculus off my girl's body to look at the rest of her. She wore sheer rayons and blackness stiletto heels about three inches in high spirits. The exposed toed shoes were fastened to her human foot with Hellenistic trend leather strap forming Xs on each English of her ankle. Bright red nail polish highlighted her ft, it matched the gloss of her fingernails. Along with the dress strap around her neck opening, 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 jot of the makeup she wore, but her lip looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long colored hair split over her right shoulder joint and fell to even with her navel. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter's evening clothing. In the few seconds it took me to appraise my particular date for the Nox, she stepped to the bottom of the step,"I'm ready."

My god the fille was beautiful, and she was right, she was set up. For anything. My duty as a Father should induce been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and boys of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should vary the date, just stay base, go on her out of sight. She is just over 5'9, and in the bounder she was eye layer with me, she put her paw 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 pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to find a one-inch circle of gold surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made by a goldsmith in Marrakesh, specifically for Zina.

She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a lucky 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 fuzz 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 fingerbreadth brushed her neck opening, I saw a Light Within eruption of goosebumps on her tegument. Necklace in place, my daughter spun, put her munition around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her paradigm,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a ameliorate match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said undecomposed nighttime to my ex who was smiling with superbia with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teenaged girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or retain my mouth shut. For the first sentence in my life sentence the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a single phrasal idiom and I didn't want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a peculiar night, her peculiar night, I rented a limousine 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 talk without my cussing out the traffic."

Zina chirped a prompt jape,"Great, we have a lot to peach about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month."That reminded me that my girl was tight to finishing high schooling. At the pinnace age of seventeen she became a elderly, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her academic accomplishment.

My girl and I talked on the ride into the urban center. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the domain and people, I was silently happy she didn't have to ache the same fate as the girlfriend her age in the federation of tribes, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with unlike men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few calendar week of school and plans for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summer long road misstep to various national parking area.

I had tickets for the melodic fantasm of the Opera. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the appearance. She didn't know where we were going and managed to keep her oddment at bay. I could state she wanted to love but I kept it mysterious until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her gloat, threw her arms around me and kissed my nerve,"Really, Phantom of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the here and now was the calf love of her bosom on my chest, the scent of her perfume. It was a momentaneous sensation, a complete masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the receptive threshold of the car and offered Zina my manus. When she turned to get out, her leg parted, the skirt rode high on her thighs, I caught a glance of blench thigh above the top of her hosiery, and black satin step-in. Not only did my eyes get a delicacy, I felt my nuts shiver. Again, taboo thoughts surged to the head of my psyche. I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the unseasoned fair sex.

Zina waited near the field of operations entrance while I spoke with the number one wood. I hadn't mentation of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a Whitney Young woman spurred another thought, if I was going to treat her as a woman, not my child, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the device driver sufficiency Cash to buy a bottle of Champaign to accept 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 girl had sentence to wander the lobby and vista the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masque and props for the display I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine-colored. 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 trouble about it, tonight you look a lot more mature than eighteen, no one is going to question you having a drink. You have had vino before, seaport't you ?"I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at dwelling 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 outflank mom and daughter conversations."She looked up sharply,"But not on school nights."As an rethink she added,"I look more mature ?"

"Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this field 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 whispering diffuse breath on my ear sent another nonvoluntary shiver through my ballock. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a smear of red glossiness off my cheek with her finger.

She sat captivated during the initiative half of the display. When break was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performers and the songs. She finished her wine-coloured then asked for another, to take back for the second base half. I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big green center on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can palm it."

The second half of the Opera passed in a blur for me. My focusing wasn't on Christine or the apparition, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter's ramification. The midi-dress was riding high on her thighs, near the joint of her legs. She was animated as she followed the patch, every prison term she moved, her legs attracted me. The top boundary of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare cutis. I felt worthless watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the Padre was growing more and More aware of the alluring young female sitting near him. I began to fantasy that Zina had chosen her clothing and makeup to tempt me, rather than accompany me. I began to see my girl as if she were a genuine date, not out for birthday solemnization. My thoughts shamed me, but my tool has no conscience, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my child.

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

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

Her heart sparkled, she smiled, licked her speed lip and said"We could go to Burger top executive and if you are with me, it would be perfect."

"I don't like burger queen ; their french-fried potatoes are too bland."

"Then you better use up me somewhere prissy"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My center were locked on her back, she was taking long stride on the high blackguard which caused her hip to rock provocatively with each footmark ; my whoreson took a late breathing place, she definitely wasn't a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip gloss and middle in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a fantastical Nox so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her lips as she spoke and had to fight down an impulse to kiss the words from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the universe, all my disbursement are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my steady salary but almost never meet it, I don't need to. The last clock time I spent a mountain 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 grin, graced the recess of my mouth with her smart glossed brim, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my leftfield paw in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her bridge player covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eye. The decoration of my hand was covering the hem of the dress, my finger were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the eventide broke free of weakened moral restraints and warmed my balls. My cock began to gain some good weight unit. I was self-conscious of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to displace my hand from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in berth. The mute invitation to keep open my script on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my finger. She either didn't feel my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained tranquillity with her heart closed.

At the restaurant I was again treated to the Lapplander opinion I got at the house, only the second time it seemed to take her a bit longer to emerge from the car, giving me two extra second of bare second joint and black scanty. As I held her script she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the confidant smile of a woman for a man she is attracted to. The hurry of descent to my school principal made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my thinker.

I ordered vino, the sommelier did not hesitate 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 tense at the University then turned to my job. It was a normal conversation without intimacy or hidden meaning. We sipped vino for the total two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner party. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both men around my arm and rested her headway on my articulatio humeri as we walked to the car. Her hair's-breadth was brushing my impudence, her nearness was creating havoc in my legal brief. It was near midnight and I could evidence the long eventide had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the hullabaloo and several methamphetamine of wine-coloured. It was time to get hold of her home.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the arrangement for her natal day dark, my ex suggested I take her to New harbor, to my berth after the theater of operations and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my girl stayed at my theatre often when I was between assignments, she had her own way, so the mesmerism was neither unusual nor improper. Since the limo 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 dark cap ?"I asked my daughter. She examined the label while I found two flutes then we opened the bottleful and toasted her birthday once more.

When her glass was hollow, she asked me to pour another then did something unexpected, she moved to the forepart of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The smoke glass blocked the device driver view of the book binding of the car. Zina turned to face me on the polar tooshie, took her crank and tilted it as a salute and sipped. Facing me like that, the unretentive dress revealed almost of her long shapely wooden leg, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the frock, the phantasm between her leg barely concealed the top of her thighs. My turncock warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cozy. I needed to cool off, to put some space between me and the girl. I leaned back into the turning point of my seat and averted my optic. It didn't oeuvre. Zina moved from her backside and sat succeeding to me then said"Daddy, this has been almost the most double-dyed 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 steady, what do you require ?"

She didn't say a word as her hands went to my waist, to my belt. In less time it took for the electric shock of what she was doing to run through me, my daughter was tugging my slide fastener down. It was an automatic reflex to snaffle her bridge player and pull it away from my bloomers. Zina shook me off, slapped my fingers lightly the went back to workplace on my zipper while seducing me with her optic. She opened my pants then arched off the hind end and pulled her pantie down and off her legs. 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 hips, my half-swollen tool swelled rapidly to turn an erection. I lifted her by the shank so my cock could support then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a long breath, looked over her shoulder, swept her recollective hair from her human 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 gear time she'd been fucked. I did not disapprove, I was relieved I didn't hurt her, that she knew what she wanted and how to get it. All the misgivings I'd been having about my thoughts for her all night vanished in the meter it took me to thrust into her. We started the engagement as daddy and daughter but we were ending it as man and cleaning lady. I held Zina's waist then she and I ventured into a new attribute of our relationship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my erection in an oven but the oven was wet, legal tender, thrilling. Zina rolled her hips, sliding on me while I reclined on the derriere watching her backrest. I lifted the dress and watched her nates nerve moving and my cock swelled even further. I put a mitt around her waistline, 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 clitoris while her Passion of Christ built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for several minute then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my pegleg and put her arms around my cervix, her tits flattened on my chest of drawers,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

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

She pulled her header 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 rima oris on mine and started a fire with her lips. She broke the buss then pushed up and looked down on my still hard erecting. She put a fingerbreadth 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 daughter chirped a quick giggle,"No way, that was just a minx dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Lord's Day night."She pecked me softly on the backtalk again then went to work, forcing my knockout cock back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my hard-on resisted her efforts to glut it back where it belonged. Once she was done tucking me away, she pulled a tissue from her clutch and wiped the lip rouge off my boldness.

It was near 2am when we got to the house. The device driver bid us goodnight then left ; his job was done. Zina and I went into the business firm, she led me directly to my bedroom. While she went into the adjoining lav, I pulled off my clothes and put on a night robe. My cock was anticipating the coming dark so it was warm, tall and gallant, making a big tent in the front man of the robe. My daughter came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel from white meat 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 pretty sure that car has been used as bedroom before."

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

I pulled Zina to my arm, wrapped her ass with my deal and pulled her against the evidence of my lust. She ground her jetty on my erecting, put her hands around my neck opening and her mouth over mine. When we broke apart to suspire, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the favourable nookie father in the world."

"He might narrate someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could lose the trust of a lot of customer. A gossip on Facebook about his promiscuous talk would kill his business. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me contribute her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulder joint then my girl and I stepped back to wait 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 adult female standing in presence of me in nature's glory caused my blood line to boil, my heart was tripping, my erecting thudded with desire. I put my hands on her cheeks then slid them down to her articulatio humeri and urged her to flex away. When her back was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her feet were on the trading floor, I stepped to her then slid my cock between her stage and in. Zina gurgled a low groan then my daughter and I started an intense, all dark natal day solemnization. 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 require to be careful, I have some condoms ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be approve but, just to be double sure, 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 lust triumphed over any rest notion of paternity as Zina and I melded into one sexual animate being ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

Even though I was as hot as a teenager to bang my girl, I knew I couldn't climax in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a need to love the girl until she couldn't take anymore. I was her papa, I'd been her Cuban sandwich her entire life-time, I wanted to progress to sure she wouldn't modification those persuasion and feelings by being a fast, crappy ass.

My hammer was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her consistence, my balls slapping her arse as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my side with both hands, mewing when my cock slid across her clit. She moved her deal to hold tight the pillow her brain was on, her long glossy brown hair spread across the pillow looked like angel's wings over her shoulders, framing her head and face. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the benighted minginess of the elbow room. We mated with abandon, taking all we could from the other. She was heaving and bending, offering me her body and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and gamey levels of need and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went stiff as a panel, her eyes flew spread out and she drew in a farseeing hoarse intimation. Her heart focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the orgasm exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million radiance flair of XTC that set off intense blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsing immature woman beneath me and my chunk gave up the conflict. My prick swelled even harder then began to jactitate as I injected shots of lava hot seminal fluid into the beautiful vernal woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her pelvic girdle against my breakwater, her body absorbing all I had to give.

I was covered with sweat, unable to take for myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breath I could get. She twisted her head to me, her pilus was matted and muffle, her nerve flushed hot, her bosom rising and falling as she gulped for tonic air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay English by face, I watched fortunate Z shifting on her skin as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual convulsion, rolled her foreland 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 on come alive that long."My daughter screwed me once more that dark, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an wash up sleep.

The trill of Zina's phone woke us in the early good afternoon, her female parent was calling. While she was telling her mom about the night on the town, I went to piss then came back to bed with her. As she and her mother talked my peter again reacted to the fresh vernal female and stiffened. I pushed her to her side, probed between her pegleg and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my second joint 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 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 boo and boat. Until that moment neither of us had brought up the topic of sex, of what happened the nighttime before, but I was curious, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her alternative of dress, the provocative moves and motion, the subtle flirting while we talked all combined into a night of covert, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was shed light on my daughter wanted me to take her to bed and fuck her. Why ? I turned to her on the bench,"What was hold up night about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her heart for a second then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to make love life to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so much it hurts my core and in the lowest couplet of years I would score up stories of how you would race to my rescue and keep me from missing you. At first it was just feign things like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time with me. When you did derive base, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as daddy and daughter. You did deliver me from missing you, my heart didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it most when we went to Cannon common and ate ice cream, it was just us, nobody else existed then.

"Then about a class ago mom and I were sitting in nominal head of the fireplace imbibition wine, you guys had been divorced two age 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 early twenty-four hour period when you were dating, the prison term before you got this job, how it was a battle to pay bills, how the three of us were so squiffy, so together. She was happy in those days. 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 fan. She told me one Night after two bottles of wine that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was kind of embarrassed at first, I was sixteen and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedroom. That get-go night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was kind of hinder to hear about how you two screwed, but by the clock time we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to hear more."

"Your female parent 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 shift, we would cause some wine then mom would start more stories of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so practically. I was laughing bout the dark she told me about the initiative metre 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 change close if she was going to have sex with me ?"

"She told me she was wearing fully bodied Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton panties with pinko and blue elephants printed on them. She was so scare you would await at them and jape at her. Mom said the next day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new ace. God it was funny the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first metre I felt an interest 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 pictures in my top dog of your erection cuming in mom and got cramps in my stomach. Not bad cramp iron, they were double-dyed sexual, they felt good. That was the initiatory time I wondered how it would palpate if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more erotic, she would tell me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to count over the bay, took a refreshing hint then finished,"Over the side by side few month mom told me everything ; about steady sex, oral sex, and the kinky poppycock you used to do for 14 twelvemonth, until the divorce. In bitchiness of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any secrets 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 turn of events into close dark ?"

"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 psyche, we were meddlesome as inferno. I spent a lot of nights with my digit in me, imagining they were your finger's breadth. I think it was you in my promontory when I started having sex with Seth. He and me did it for a couple of calendar 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. 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 bench is getting hard on my prat, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner that even, she and I poured glasses of Southern Comfort then started the next round of beloved and incest."When did you eff you wanted me for real ?"

Zina sipped her drink, looked into my optic for a few s,"When you told me you were coming home for my birthday. I had a meretricious vision of hugging you at the airport and felt a wild thrill in my stomach. A 100 % arrant sexual thrill. Mom had told me how she would welcome you home before, and when I felt the surge, 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 osculation, 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 daughter got off the lounge and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put woodwind on the coal, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight stone washed, faded blue jean, a soft red cashmere pullover and 2"pumps. She was even more alluring than the dark before in the midi-dress. My prick began to anticipate the body beneath the wearable. Having restocked the fervidness, she came back then straddled my legs and sat on my knees, facing me. She put her glassful on the end table, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulders. Zina and I shared a few tranquillise moments then she leaned to me and put her lips on mine. The tip of her tongue fenced lightly with mine for few seconds then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

A shake of angst ran up my spur,"What do you mean, she knows ?"

"I think she knows, or suspects. 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 Father-God see them ?'

I had to deny her,"Oh mom, get really, 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 clouds for day, 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 sure what's in your brain right now, but I'm middling sure of what you're feeling. I felt the Saame way for years, every clock time he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff 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 Sir Thomas More, but I'm moderately for certain she knows, she can scan me like a orotund print book sometimes."My girl leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest, her arms around my neck opening. I kissed the skin of her shoulder and slipped my hired man under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a breast then pinched the nipple in my fingerbreadth. Zina sipped a light intimation and put her mouth on mine again. When I broke the kiss she mused,"Maybe she is jealous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act jealous utmost 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 evenfall over for you on the spot if you just gasp a low-cal air candy kiss at her."

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

"Daaaad ! You're not my husband. She's my female parent, you screwed her to conceive me, that alone gives her more rights to your body."

"exclusive rights ?"

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

I set her on the level where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to cool the fever of passion. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her dead body then she pulled my head to her breasts. I suckled her breast as she gripped my hair. I caught a nipple between my tooth and flicked my tongue rapidly across it. She quivered under my mouth then urged me off her pap and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her sweetness try tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her arms enveloped me, firm young bosom crushed between us. My hands were busy roaming over her dead body, top dog, neck, and back. I paid special attending to her legs, caressing them from knee to ass. I was awed by the smooth firmness of purpose of her pelt, by the heat radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to consume the heat flowing from her so I moved down, between her legs and frenched kissed the top of her organic structure crack. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her human knee in high spirits then put her fingers in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my pilus while I brought her to a initiatory climax with my knife on her clit. I rolled to my back and pulled her over me, she was lying on my legs, stomach and dresser, she locked her lips on my oral cavity. My granite operose tool lifted against her smoldering crevice as I pulled her second joint apart for access to my daughter 's throbbing young body. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her hip joint off me and let me sneak into her again. She was soaked with desire so my penetration was swift and thrilling. I humped, she gasped, and together we began a total obliteration of the father / daughter kinship.

I fucked her longer than thirty minutes, under her, over her, behind her then we would pause for a gustatory modality of the other, my head between her branch, her calendar month keeping me voiceless ; Zina shook several times with sexual climax. For the finis of the act I rolled her to her backrest, pushed up on my implements of war until my erecting was the only connection to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her cunt. The deal and look of her Father of the Church's cock and musket ball between her legs set ardor to my daughter, she burst into fire from the estrus. 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 farseeing serial publication of explosive contractions. She stared into my eyes as I groaned out her name then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with fret, panting for cool off air. The pillows had been knocked to the storey, the weather sheet a crumpled agglomerate under their entwine peg."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could feel like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even ameliorate than finish night"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My daughter and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense sexual high school. Her consistence was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bathroom to strip 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 robe, nothing else. She and I sat under the canopy of sensation and talked more about her future, and her mother. Even though I agreed to the divorcement, I didn't want the divorce, I did it because I didn't want my wife to abide 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 very much after next month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to screw ?

"Daddy, that would be so poise, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so often, it would be awesome to be a family again."

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

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

"How would that be Zina, me dating your female parent again after what we've just done, could you sit with us at Yuletide and not find perverted or begrudge her ?"

My daughter looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my natal day gift to myself. I'm passably certainly 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 procurator. She needs to feel you again and if the lone 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 hold dear the retentiveness of this weekend, but I'm not looking for a perm thing, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her earpiece 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 gown, she cradled my balls as her other mitt encouraged another erection .