I had a date with my girl. A tangible escort, with Great White Way appearance tickets and dinner mental reservation at Raoul's, one of the all right restaurants in the City. It was her birthday and I wanted it to be particular for her. She was on the leaflet of adulthood so I was determined to treat her like an grownup womanhood ; to give her a night on the town she would cherish for the rest of her life.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for weeks at a time. My job as a worldwide newsperson kept me moving from city to city, country to country. I've been to some of the most alien post on the major planet, but I've also had to survive some of the most toss off trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my syndicate sat in the suburbia of New House of York and struggled to exist without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up nights for a call and started accepting birdsong from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three days. My daughter was more patient, she was always happy to mouth to me and coming abode to her was the ultimate joy in my living. She didn't hesitate to bring me up to escort on school, friends and her life in ecumenical. Even though we were often continents apart, my girl and I were always very near. And that is why, on her birthday, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be dwelling house. 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 underside looking up, entranced by the immature woman descending from the back flooring. She was wearing a black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the skirt cut across her branch at a mild mid-thigh, the curved shape and contours of her wooden leg below the wench jolted my middle, the form of her amphetamine second joint under the thin black material magnetized my male attention. My gaze drifted up her legs to survey the bender of her hip, over the fop of her ass to a waist I could sweep with one hand. The top of the lace dress cut evenly across her breasts ; it revealed no segmentation but that wasn't necessity. Her titty stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the attire held them firmly. There was a single slim down shoulder strap holding the dress in place but it didn't go up and over her shoulder joint on each slope. The shoulder strap attached to the position of the dress at the tear dividing line then crossed from left to compensate, right to left. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck, which would have in mind her cover was bare of any material above the top of the dress.

I tore my optic off my daughter's body to front at the quietus of her. She wore sheer silk stocking and black stiletto heels about three inch high. The open toed shoes were fastened to her pes with Hellenistic style leather straps forming Xs on each side of her ankles. Bright red nail cultivation highlighted her infantry, it matched the color of her fingernails. Along with the wearing apparel strap around her neck, she had a light gold chemical chain from which hung a charm shaped as a butterfly. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a wind of the physical composition she wore, but her sassing looked to be the Saami hue as her nails. Long obscure hair split over her right shoulder and fell to even with her umbilicus. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter's evening wear. In the few seconds it took me to appraise my escort for the night, she stepped to the bottom of the stairs,"I'm ready."

My god the fille was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a Church Father should ingest been to turn away how she looked, how she would affect men and boys of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should change the appointment, just stay home, save her out of spate. She is just over 5'9, and in the heels she was eye storey 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 smooth wooden jewelry box with a amber leaf ‘ Z'on the lid from my air hole and handed it to her. She smiled with joy and opened the box to find a one-inch circle of amber surrounding the missive Z. I had the charm and box made by a Oliver Goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina.

She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden mountain range,"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 hair and bent her principal to give me accession 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 finger's breadth brushed her neck, I saw a light eruption of goosebumps on her skin. Necklace in position, my girl spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my nerve. 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 honorable night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring adolescent lady friend. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should congratulate how she looked, or retain my mouth shut. For the first metre in my life the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a single phrase and I didn't want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her limited night, 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 device driver ?"

"I don't have to take into the metropolis, we can talk without my cussing out the traffic."

Zina chirped a quick laugh,"Great, we have a lot to tattle about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate succeeding month."That reminded me that my daughter was close to finishing high school. At the tender age of seventeen she became a elderly, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy league university based on her academic acquirement.

My daughter and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current naming, the conditions of the land and people, I was silently glad she didn't have to suffer the same circumstances as the girls her age in the tribe, she would stimulate been a mother three or four times over already, likely with unlike men, none a married man. She updated me on her last few workweek of schoolhouse and design for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summertime long road head trip to several interior commons.

I had tickets for the musical Phantom 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 save her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to know but I kept it surreptitious until we pulled up in front of the field. Zina looked up at the pavilion and squealed her glee, threw her blazon around me and kissed my face,"Really, Phantom of the opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the mo was the puppy love of her chest on my breast, the scent of her aroma. It was a momentary sensation, a arrant masculine instant, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open doorway of the car and offered Zina my paw. When she turned to get out, her leg parted, the skirt rode gamy on her thighs, I caught a glimpse of pale thighs above the top of her hose, and black satin step-in. Not only did my eyes get a treat, I felt my nut shiver. Again, forbidden thought surged to the forefront of my thinker. I was slowly succumbing to the magic spell of the unseasoned woman.

Zina waited near the house incoming while I spoke with the device driver. I hadn't thought process of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a Thomas 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 driver enough hard currency to buy a bottle of plain to sustain in the car when we returned from the display. My thoughts were not salacious, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At to the lowest degree that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my daughter had time to divagate the pressure group and view the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a exhibit of masks and airscrew for the appearance I went to the grant and got two goblets of vino. 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 to a greater extent mature than eighteen, no one is going to query you having a drunkenness. You have had wine before, haven't you ?"I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at nursing home once in a while.

Zina blushed slightly and admitted,"Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at night sometimes and drink wine-colored. That's when we have our best mom and daughter conversations."She looked up sharply,"But not on school day 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 LE than twenty-one."

She gave me a delightful smile then leaned to me, kissed my buttock and said so no one else could see,"You are the only man I want to decorate tonight ; I love you dad."Her whispering soft breath on my ear sent another nonvoluntary shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a blot of red gloss off my cheek with her finger's breadth.

She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When pause was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine. Zina bubbled with ebullience about the orchestra, performing artist and the songs. She finished her wine-colored then asked for another, to consider back for the second half. I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big Green eyes on mine and assured me,"It's o.k. dad, I can handle it."

The mo half of the opera passed in a fuzz for me. My focus wasn't on Christine or the specter, my focal point kept being diverted by my daughter's legs. The midi-dress was riding senior high on her thighs, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the plot, every time she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the dame inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt slimed watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the father was growing More and more aware of the alluring Edward Young female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her clothing and constitution to entice me, rather than go with me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a real date, not out for birthday solemnisation. My view shamed me, but my cock has no conscience, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my child.

Standing in the lobby 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 Book encouraged another fast fantasy as I replied,"Dinner, I hope you like Raoul's, it is supposed to be good."

Her eyes 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 Burger King ; their fries are too bland."

"Then you better study me somewhere nice"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My center were locked on her back, she was taking long strides on the high blackguard which caused her pelvic girdle to rock provocatively with each step ; my prick took a cryptic breath, she definitely wasn't a daughter anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip glossary and eyes in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a fantastic Nox so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her lips as she spoke and had to contend down an urge to kiss the wrangle from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the world, all my disbursement are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my fixture salary but almost never touch it, I don't need to. The endure time I spent a mess of money is when I bought my house in New oasis. Don't worry about what I spend for you or on you, this is your night Zina, enjoy it."My girl gave me a dazzling grin, graced the corner of my mouth with her wise colour lips, then leaned back on the fanny 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 eyes. The decoration of my hand was covering the hem of the dress, my digit were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The fleshly interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the even broke costless of weakened moral restraints and warmed my orb. My putz began to benefit some severe weight. I was self-conscious of where my manus was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to locomote my bridge player from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in plaza. The mute invitation to keep my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn't feel my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quiet with her optic closed.

At the restaurant I was again treated to the Lapplander vista I got at the theater, only the secondment time it seemed to take her a bit longer to emerge from the car, giving me two extra mo of bare thigh and Black scanty. As I held her script she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the intimate grin of a adult female for a man she is attracted to. The hurry of line to my straits made me dizzy and that clip I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my mind.

I ordered wine, the wine steward did not pause or question my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner vino we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a normal conversation without affaire or shroud meaning. We sipped wine for the full two hours we enjoyed the hanker, brilliant dinner. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both men around my arm and rested her school principal on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her hair's-breadth was brushing my boldness, her closeness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was virtually midnight and I could tell the long eve had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the fervor and respective glass of wine. It was time to take her home.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the arrangements for her natal day Nox, my ex suggested I take her to New seaport, to my billet after the theater and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my girl stayed at my theater often when I was between assignments, she had her own elbow room, so the suggestion was neither unusual nor unlawful. Since the limo driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute private road. 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 birthday once more.

When her glass was empty, she asked me to pour another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front man of the rider compartment and slid the wake window closed. The smoke-dried glass blocked the driver view of the back of the car. Zina turned to face me on the diametric derriere, took her glass and tilted it as a military greeting and sipped. Facing me like that, the forgetful dress revealed nigh of her long shapely legs, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the garb, the shadow between her legs barely concealed the top of her second joint. My cock warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cozy. I needed to cool off, to put some distance between me and the girl. I leaned back into the recess of my seat and averted my eyes. It didn't work. Zina moved from her seat and sat next to me then said"Daddy, this has been almost the most perfect date I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the optic, she sounded uneasy when she said"but I want it to be exactly perfect, can I have one more present tense ?"

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

She didn't say a Bible as her deal went to my waist, to my belt. In to a lesser extent metre it took for the stupor of what she was doing to consume me, my daughter was tugging my zipper down. It was an machinelike reflex to grab her manus and commit it away from my pants. Zina shook me off, slapped my fingers lightly the went back to body of work on my zipper while seducing me with her eyes. She opened my drawers then arched off the seat and pulled her panties 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 pelvic arch, my half-swollen peter swelled rapidly to go an erection. I lifted her by the shank so my cock could stand then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a foresighted breath, looked over her shoulder, swept her long whisker from her look and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was fix, and I pushed up into her easily. She didn't cry out ; she didn't resist me so I assumed this wasn't the low 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 misgivings I'd been having about my thoughts for her all night vanished in the time it took me to thrust into her. We started the particular date 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 relationship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my hard-on in an oven but the oven was wet, tender, thrilling. Zina rolled her hips, sliding on me while I reclined on the arse watching her backbone. I lifted the dress and watched her butt cheeks moving and my cock swelled even further. I put a hand around her waist, over her leg then searched for the button at the top of her prick. When I felt the bulge, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her button while her heat 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 branch and put her arms around my cervix, her teat flattened on my bureau,"I love you daddy, please don't hatred me."

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

She pulled her read/write head back, looked me directly in the eye, judging my reaction to her then grinned,"I didn't even osculate you before we did that."She put her bright red glossed mouth on mine and started a firing with her brim. She broke the candy kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still concentrated 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 mania and lustfulness that get me to ask,"Is that it, are you done with it, with me ?"

My daughter chirped a quickly giggle,"No way, that was just a tease dad, my natal day weekend won't be over until Lord's Day night."She pecked me softly on the lips again then went to work on, forcing my hard putz back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erection resisted her exploit 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 face.

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

"I forgot my scanty 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 bedroom before."

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

I pulled Zina to my arms, wrapped her ass with my manpower and pulled her against the evidence of my lust. She ground her groin on my erection, put her hands around my cervix and her sassing over mine. When we broke apart to breathe, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the luckiest fucking begetter in the world."

"He might tell someone."

"steady, if he did, he could lose the confidence of a lot of customer. A gossip on Facebook about his lax talk would kill his business. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me extend her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my gown from my berm then my girl and I stepped back to reckon at the other. I thought when I saw her coming down the stairs was the highlight of my evening, but I was wrong. The eighteen-year-old woman standing in front of me in nature's glory caused my origin to boil, my kernel was tripping, my erecting thudded with desire. I put my handwriting on her cheek then slid them down to her shoulders and urged her to turn away. When her backrest was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her feet were on the base, I stepped to her then slither my cock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low moan then my daughter and I started an intense, all Nox 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 condoms ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be O.K. but, just to be double sure, I brought a daybreak after pill."It was then I realized that my daughter had been seducing me from the here and now she came down the stairs. My cock grew even more, my lust triumphed over any residuum feelings of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual beast ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

even though I was as hot as a teenager to make out my daughter, I knew I couldn't orgasm in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a indigence to have it off the girl until she couldn't take anymore. I was her pop, I'd been her bomber her entire life, I wanted to establish sure she wouldn't change those mentation and feelings by being a fast, stinking fuck.

My cock was sheathed in the steaming wet burrow of her body, my Lucille Ball slapping her arse as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my face with both hands, mewing when my cock slid across her button. She moved her hands to clutch the pillow her fountainhead was on, her foresighted 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 dark closeness of the room. We mated with wantonness, taking all we could from the former. She was heaving and bending, offering me her body and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and higher levels of pauperism and raptus. All of a sudden Zina went remains as a board, her eyes flew surface and she drew in a hanker hoarse breather. Her heart focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the orgasm exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million glowing flares of ecstasy that set off intense blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsation young adult female beneath me and my formal gave up the fight. My turncock swelled even harder then began to convulse as I injected shots of lava hot seed into the beautiful untried woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her rose hip against my groin, her body absorbing all I had to give.

I was covered with sweat, unable to hold myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every intimation I could get. She twisted her head to me, her pilus was matted and weaken, her brass flushed hot, her titty rising and falling as she gulped for fresh air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay side by side of meat, I watched golden Z shifting on her tegument as her tit shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual turmoil, 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 hump me again, and again after that if we manage to stay on awaken that long."My daughter screwed me once more that night, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an exhausted sleep.

The shake of Zina's earphone woke us in the early on good afternoon, her female parent was calling. While she was telling her mom about the night on the town, I went to micturate then came back to bed with her. As she and her mother talked my cock again reacted to the impudent youthful female person and stiffened. I pushed her to her side, probed between her legs and started dense 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 sound, 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 boats. Until that present moment neither of us had brought up the guinea pig of sex, of what happened the night before, but I was singular, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her choice of dress, the provocative motion and gestures, the subtle flirting while we talked all combined into a night of covert, animal 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 bench,"What was last night about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her eyes for a 2d then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to make love to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so much it hurts my heart and in the last brace of years I would make up report of how you would wash to my rescue and save me from missing you. At foremost it was just feigning things like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time with me. When you did come home plate, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as pappa and daughter. You did rescue me from missing you, my heart didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it most when we went to Cannon Park and ate ice cream, it was just us, nobody else existed then.

"Then about a class ago mom and I were sitting in front end of the fireplace boozing wine, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could state 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 ahead of time mean solar day when you were dating, the times before you got this job, how it was a battle to pay bills, how the three of us were so rigorous, so together. She was felicitous in those days. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in different means. I missed my pa ; she missed her devotee. She told me one night after two feeding bottle of wine-coloured that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was kind of embarrassed at first, I was xvi and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedrooms. That first night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At foremost, I was kind of hinder to get a line about how you two screwed, but by the time we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to get a line 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 talk,"After that ?"

"After that it was like she had turned on a switching, we would have some wine then mom would part more narration of when and how you made know. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing tears the night she told me about the world-class fourth dimension she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to train her home so she could shift her clothes."

"Why would she want to transfer close if she was going to bear sex with me ?"

"She told me she was wearing good bodied white cotton panties with pinko 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 ones. God it was rummy the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first time I felt an interest in you as a man was when she was telling me how she damn near raped you every nighttime for week until she got significant with me. I had pictures in my head of your erection cuming in mom and got cramps in my breadbasket. Not bad cramps, they were pure sexual, they felt skilful. That was the first metre I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her fib got more titillating, she would assure me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to look over the bay, took a refreshing breather then finished,"Over the next few months mom told me everything ; about steady sex, oral sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for fourteen year, until the divorce. In spite 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 into cobbler's last Nox ?"

"I started fantasizing that I was mom, that you and me were married and screwing our shag off. I still hadn't been with any guy, but in my judgement, we were busy as Hades. I spent a lot of night with my fingers in me, imagining they were your finger's breadth. I think it was you in my head 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 manus on my arm,"I have to pee and this Bench is getting hard on my butt, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner that eventide, she and I poured glasses of Southern solace then started the next beat of love and incest."When did you know you wanted me for actual ?"

Zina sipped her boozing, looked into my center for a few secondment,"When you told me you were coming home for my birthday. I had a scud vision of hugging you at the airport and felt a unfounded thrill in my stomach. A 100 % staring intimate boot. Mom had told me how she would welcome you home before, and when I felt the haste, 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 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 couch and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put Mrs. Henry Wood on the coal, I watched her. She was wearing pelt tight stone washed, faded denim, a flaccid red Kashmir slipover and 2"pumps. She was even more alluring than the night before in the midi-dress. My asshole began to foresee the body beneath the clothing. Having restocked the flack, she came back then straddled my legs and sat on my genu, facing me. She put her glass on the end table, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my articulatio humeri. Zina and I shared a few quiet mo 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 have in mind, she knows ?"

"I think she knows, or defendant. She went with me when I bought the clothes and horseshoe and when I was looking at lingerie she asked, ‘ Why are you being so choosy about panty, you going to let your forefather see them ?'

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

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

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

"She countered with, ‘ Zina, I don't know for certain what's in your head right now, but I'm jolly sure of what you're feeling. I felt the same way for twelvemonth, every clip he came home from a long trip.'I didn't slight her, my denial got stuck in my mouthpiece so I turned and walked away, acting like she'd insulted me. Mom didn't say anything more, but I'm pretty sure she knows, she can register me like a large mark record sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her titty were resting on my chest, her subdivision around my cervix. I kissed the skin of her berm and slipped my hands under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a breast then pinched the nipple in my finger. Zina sipped a lightly hint and put her oral fissure on mine again. When I broke the osculation she mused,"Maybe she is overjealous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act green-eyed last Night, she looked proud of you. You really cogitate she would want to get back under mantle with me again ?"

Zina smiled,"Definitely, she'd fall over for you on the post if you just puffed a light up air kiss at her."

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

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

"Exclusive right ?"

She chirped a immediate laugh,"Not tonight."I stood from the lounge, picked up my girl then carried her to the bedroom.

I set her on the base where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to cool down the fever of heat. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her eubstance then she pulled my principal to her breasts. I suckled her white meat as she gripped my hair's-breadth. I caught a nipple between my tooth and flicked my glossa rapidly across it. She quivered under my rima oris then urged me off her tits and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her sweet taste tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her arms enveloped me, firm young knocker crushed between us. My paw were engaged roaming over her organic structure, top dog, cervix, and back. I paid special attention to her legs, caressing them from stifle to ass. I was awed by the liquid soundness of her hide, by the high temperature radiating from her.

I needed to try her, I needed to consume the cacoethes flowing from her so I moved down, between her wooden leg and frenched kissed the top of her consistency chap. Zina exhaled a moan, bent her articulatio genus high then put her fingers in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my hair while I brought her to a first orgasm with my natural language on her clit. I rolled to my rear and pulled her over me, she was lying on my leg, stomach and chest, she locked her back talk on my mouth. My granite firmly tool lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her thighs apart for admittance to my girl 's throbbing young body. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her pelvic arch off me and let me slip 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 disintegration of the Father of the Church / daughter kinship.

I fucked her longer than XXX proceedings, under her, over her, behind her then we would break for a taste sensation of the former, my head between her legs, her month keeping me heavy ; Zina shook several metre with orgasms. For the finale of the act I rolled her to her back, pushed up on my weapon until my erection was the only connection to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her cunt. The sight and feel of her father's cock and Lucille Ball between her leg set fire to my girl, she burst into flaming from the heat. The final culmination ripped from her clit and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to breathe. I responded and came with her in a long series of explosive muscle contraction. She stared into my eyes as I groaned out her name then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with sweat, panting for cool air. The pillows had been knocked to the floor, the tack a crumpled pile under their twine legs."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could sense like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even well than last nighttime"she smiled sexily in the dim spark. My girl and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense sexual high. Her body was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bath to clean up while I went to the kitchen for ice tea. She met me there then we went to the front porch of the firm, we were wearing gown, nothing else. She and I sat under the canopy of asterisk and talked more about her future, and her female parent. Even though I agreed to the divorce, I didn't want the divorce, I did it because I didn't want my wife to suffer 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 York government agency, I won't be traveling near as very much after next month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

"dad, that would be so chill, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so much, 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 find your own path, I can't see us as a mingy family unit again."

"I know that dad, but when I come back for Dec 25 or birthdays 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 Christmas and not sense perverted or begrudge her ?"

My daughter looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my natal day endowment to myself. I'm fairly surely 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 just 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 get it up. After tomorrow you and I will be father and daughter again, I love what we are doing and I'll cherish the memories of this weekend, but I'm not looking for a permanent thing, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her earphone 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 other hand encouraged another hard-on .