I had a date with my girl. A really date, with Great White Way Show slate and dinner reservations at Raoul's, one of the fine restaurants in the City. It was her birthday and I wanted it to be special for her. She was on the cusp of maturity so I was determined to plow her like an grownup woman ; to give her a dark on the township she would cherish for the rest of her life.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for calendar week at a time. My job as a worldwide reporter kept me moving from city to metropolis, country to country. I've been to some of the most exotic place on the planet, but I've also had to put up some of the most mastered trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my family sat in the suburbia of New York and struggled to live without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up dark for a call and started accepting calls from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three years. My girl was more patient role, she was always felicitous to talk to me and coming habitation to her was the ultimate joy in my aliveness. She didn't hesitate to bring 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 home. I was going to have her Eighteenth birthday very special.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the stair. I was standing at the freighter looking up, entranced by the Brigham Young woman descending from the second floor. She was wearing a Black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the dame cut across her legs at a modest mid-thigh, the curvature and contours of her legs below the wench jolted my center, the shape of her amphetamine thighs under the thin black fabric magnetized my male tending. My gaze drifted up her legs to keep an eye on the bend of her hips, over the swell of her ass to a shank I could span with one hand. The top of the lacing attire cut evenly across her knocker ; it revealed no segmentation but that wasn't necessary. Her breasts stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the apparel held them firmly. There was a I thin shoulder strap holding the attire in place but it didn't go up and over her shoulder on each side. The strap attached to the position of the dress at the bust line then crossed from left to right, right to pass on. It formed a all-embracing X above her bosom then looped around her cervix, which would mean her binding was bare of any material above the top of the dress.

I tore my optic off my girl's dead body to look at the rest of her. She wore sheer rayon stocking and black stiletto heels about three in high. The open toed horseshoe were fastened to her invertebrate foot with Hellenistic style leather straps forming Xs on each side of her ankles. Bright red nail culture highlighted her feet, it matched the colouration of her fingernails. Along with the dress strap around her cervix, she had a light amber chemical chain from which hung a charm shaped as a butterfly. The step were dimly lit so I got only a hint of the makeup she wore, but her brim looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long dark tomentum split up over her mighty shoulder and fell to even with her navel. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter's evening clothing. In the few secondment it took me to measure my date for the nighttime, she stepped to the bottomland of the stairs,"I'm ready."

My god the missy was beautiful, and she was right, she was make. For anything. My duty as a father should have been to pooh-pooh how she looked, how she would impact men and boy of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should change the appointment, just stay nursing home, maintain her out of batch. She is just over 5'9, and in the heels she was eye grade 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 smoothen 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 roofy of gold surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made by a goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina.

She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden 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 hair and bent her header 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 finger's breadth brushed her neck, I saw a clean eruption of goose skin on her pelt. Necklace in place, my girl spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my impertinence. She went to a mansion house 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 good Night to my ex who was smiling with superbia with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen fille. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should congratulate how she looked, or keep my mouth shut. For the firstly prison term in my living the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ girl'formed a 1 set phrase and I didn't want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her exceptional 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 number one wood ?"

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

Zina chirped a quickly laugh,"Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate succeeding month."That reminded me that my girl was skinny to finishing high school. At the tender age of xvii she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy league university based on her academic skills.

My girl and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current grant, the stipulation of the country and people, I was silently gladiolus she didn't have to suffer the Saame fortune as the girls her age in the tribe, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a hubby. She updated me on her terminal few week of school day and architectural plan for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summer long road head trip to various national parks.

I had tickets for the musical Phantom of the opera house. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn't know where we were going and managed to stay fresh her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to know but I kept it hush-hush until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her glee, threw her arms around me and kissed my impertinence,"Really, phantasma of the opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her breasts on my chest, the scent of her perfume. It was a fugitive sensation, a arrant masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open door of the car and offered Zina my helping hand. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the skirt rode eminent on her thigh, 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 kickshaw, I felt my nuts shiver. Again, prevent thought surged to the vanguard of my idea. I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the offspring fair sex.

Zina waited near the theater entree while I spoke with the driver. I hadn't view of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another thought, if I was going to do by her as a cleaning woman, not my nestling, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the device driver enough cash to buy a bottle of Champaign to have in the car when we returned from the appearance. My thoughts were not salacious, but another cite to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my daughter had time to wander the lobby and view the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masks and airplane propeller for the show I went to the concession and got two chalice of wine. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"Wine ? Really ? What if somebody sees ?"

I smiled down on her,"Don't worry about it, tonight you look a lot Sir Thomas More mature than XVIII, no one is going to question you having a potable. You have had wine before, haven't you ?"I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at home once in a while.

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

"Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this theater 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 pick up,"You are the only man I want to decorate tonight ; I love you dad."Her whisper soft breathing time on my ear sent another involuntary shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a smear of red gloss off my cheek with her finger.

She sat captivated during the beginning half of the show. When intermission was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of vino. Zina bubbled with exuberance about the orchestra, performing artist and the songs. She finished her wine then asked for another, to convey back for the moment one-half. I was hesitant at get-go but gave in when she locked her big dark-green oculus on mine and assured me,"It's okey dad, I can handle it."

The second one-half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My focusing wasn't on Christine or the phantasma, my focal point kept being diverted by my daughter's legs. The midi-dress was riding high gear on her second joint, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the plot of ground, every time she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the father was growing more and more aware of the alluring Thomas Young female sitting near him. I began to fantasise that Zina had chosen her clothing and makeup to lure me, rather than accompany me. I began to see my girl as if she were a real appointment, not out for birthday celebration. My view shamed me, but my cock has no moral sense, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my baby.

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

Her choice of actor's line encouraged another quick fantasy as I replied,"dinner party, 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 Martin Luther King and if you are with me, it would be perfect."

"I don't like Warren Burger queen ; their nestling are too bland."

"Then you better contain me somewhere gracious"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eyes were locked on her back, she was taking longsighted strides on the high blackguard which caused her pelvis to rock provocatively with each gradation ; my son of a bitch took a cryptical breathing space, she definitely wasn't a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip rubric and eyes in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a marvelous night so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her sassing as she spoke and had to fight down down an impulse to buss the words from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the populace, all my expenses are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my even salary but almost never touch it, I don't need to. The death prison term I spent a heap of money is when I bought my menage in New Haven. 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 smile, graced the nook of my mouth with her bracing glossed lips, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my get out paw in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her hand covered mine, holding me like that she closed her optic. The palm of my manus was covering the hem of the dress, my digit were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The sensual interest in my girl that had been slowly growing through the evening broke detached of cut moral restraint and warmed my balls. My cock began to gain some serious weightiness. I was self-aware of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to move my hand from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The unsounded invitation to keep my hired hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my finger's breadth. She either didn't feel 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 opinion I got at the theater, only the second gear time it seemed to take her a bit prospicient to emerge from the car, giving me two extra second of bare thigh and total darkness panties. As I held her bridge player she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter grin, but the confidant smile of a adult female for a man she is attracted to. The rush of blood to my psyche made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the persuasion that stampeded through my mind.

I ordered wine, the wine steward did not hesitate or oppugn my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the appearance then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a normal conversation without intimacy or hidden meaning. We sipped vino for the entire two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the eating house Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her head on my berm as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my cheek, her nearness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could separate the long eventide had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the inflammation and several glasses of wine. It was meter to lead her menage.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the musical arrangement for her birthday Night, my ex suggested I take her to New Haven, to my place after the theater and dinner. Zina could quell the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my sign of the zodiac often when I was between assignment, she had her own room, so the suggestion was neither unusual nor unconventional. Since the limo number one wood knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute drive. I opened the threshold of the in-car ice chest and pulled out the champagne,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my daughter. She examined the label while I found two flutes then we opened the bottle and toasted her natal day once more.

When her spyglass was abandon, she asked me to pour out another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The smoke-dried glass blocked the driver view of the back of the car. Zina turned to face me on the opponent seat, took her glass and tilted it as a salute and sipped. Facing me like that, the dead garb revealed almost of her long shapely leg, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the apparel, the shadower between her legs barely concealed the top of her second joint. My rooster warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cosy. I needed to cool off, to put some distance between me and the miss. I leaned back into the recession of my butt and averted my heart. It didn't work. Zina moved from her seat and sat future to me then said"pappa, this has been almost the most perfect appointment I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the eyes, she sounded skittish when she said"but I want it to be exactly perfect, can I have one to a greater extent present ?"

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

She didn't say a Christian Bible as her hands went to my shank, to my smash. In less meter it took for the shock of what she was doing to use up me, my daughter was tugging my zip down. It was an automatic unconditioned reflex to seize her hand and pull it away from my pants. Zina shook me off, slapped my fingers lightly the went back to work on my zip while seducing me with her eyes. She opened my pants then arched off the prat and pulled her pantie down and off her stage. Zina rose up, threw her right leg over my second joint 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 suit an hard-on. I lifted her by the waistline so my cock could bear then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a long breath, looked over her shoulder, swept her foresighted fuzz from her face and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was cook, and I pushed up into her easily. She didn't cry out ; she didn't resist me so I assumed this wasn't the first time she'd been fucked. I did not 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 thought process for her all Nox vanished in the time it took me to thrust into her. We started the date as papa and girl but we were ending it as man and woman. I held Zina's waist then she and I ventured into a new dimension of our kinship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my erecting in an oven but the oven was wet, tender, thrilling. Zina rolled her hips, sliding on me while I reclined on the seat watching her back. I lifted the dress and watched her butt impudence moving and my shaft swelled even further. I put a deal around her waistline, over her leg then searched for the button at the top of her slit. When I felt the jut, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her clit while her passion built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for several moments then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my peg and put her weapons system around my neck, her tits flattened on my chest,"I love you daddy, delight don't hatred me."

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

She pulled her foreland back, looked me directly in the eye, judging my reaction to her then grinned,"I didn't even kiss you before we did that."She put her bright red glossed backtalk on mine and started a ardour with her back talk. She broke the kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still hard 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 fingerbreadth. Zina said"We should put that away before we get home."

It was passion and lust that get 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 tease dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Sun night."She pecked me softly on the sass again then went to put to work, forcing my hard prick back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erection resisted her cause to shove 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 brass.

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

"I forgot my panties in the car, the number one wood 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 arms, wrapped her ass with my manus and pulled her against the evidence of my lecherousness. She ground her mole on my erecting, put her hands around my neck opening and her mouth over mine. When we broke apart to respire, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the lucky ass father in the world."

"He might tell someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could drop off the trust of a lot of client. A input on Facebook about his unloose talk would kill his business. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me guide her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulder joint then my daughter and I stepped back to see 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 womanhood standing in presence of me in nature's aureole caused my blood to boiling point, my affection was tripping, my erecting thudded with desire. I put my manus on her cheeks then slid them down to her shoulder joint and urged her to call on away. When her dorsum was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her feet were on the storey, I stepped to her then slid my cock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low moan then my daughter and I started an intense, all night birthday solemnisation. I screwed her a couple of bit 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 okay but, just to be reduplicate sure, I brought a sunrise after pill."It was then I realized that my girl had been seducing me from the minute she came down the stairs. My putz grew even more, my lust triumphed over any balance notion of Father-God as Zina and I melded into one sexual creature ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

even though I was as hot as a adolescent to get laid my daughter, I knew I couldn't climax in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a need to love the little girl until she couldn't take anymore. I was her pop, I'd been her hero her integral life, I wanted to stool sure she wouldn't change those thoughts and feeling by being a fast, stinking shtup.

My stopcock was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her body, my balls slapping her target as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my English with both hands, mewing when my tool slid across her clit. She moved her deal to clutch the pillow her head was on, her retentive glistening brown hair counterpane across the pillow looked like holy man's wing over her shoulders, framing her psyche and case. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the dark parsimony of the way. We mated with wildness, taking all we could from the early. She was heaving and bending, offering me her body and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and higher levels of need and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went soused as a control board, her middle flew undefendable and she drew in a long hoarse breath. Her eye focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the climax exploded in her uterus, fragmenting into a million glowing flair of ecstasy that set off intense blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the impulse young woman beneath me and my balls gave up the fight. My hammer swelled even harder then began to convulse as I injected shots of lava hot semen into the beautiful immature woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her pelvic girdle against my groin, her body absorbing all I had to give.

I was covered with travail, unable to obligate myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breath I could get. She twisted her oral sex to me, her fuzz was matted and damp, her face flushed hot, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped for tonic air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay incline by slope, I watched golden Z shifting on her skin as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual convulsion, rolled her head to me then asked,"Do you hate me yet ?"

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

"No maybes dad, you will have a go at it me again, and again after that if we manage to stay awake that long."My daughter screwed me once more that dark, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an dog-tired sleep.

The shake of Zina's earphone woke us in the early afternoon, her mother 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 female parent talked my cock again reacted to the fresh Brigham Young female and stiffened. I pushed her to her side, probed between her legs and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my second joint and let me revel her until the cry 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 boats. Until that second neither of us had brought up the subject of sex, of what happened the night before, but I was curious, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her choice of clothes, the provocative motion and gestures, the subtle dalliance while we talked all combined into a night of covert, fleshly baiting. In hindsight it was sack up my daughter wanted me to ask her to bed and fuck her. Why ? I turned to her on the bench,"What was final stage night about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her eyes for a second 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 survive couple of years I would make up stories of how you would raceway to my delivery and spare me from missing you. At number one it was just pretense thing like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time with me. When you did come home, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as pa and daughter. You did rescue me from missing you, my heart didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it near when we went to carom Park and ate ice pick, it was just us, nobody else existed then.

"Then about a yr ago mom and I were sitting in front of the open fireplace drinking wine, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could distinguish she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a while but she never lecture about early men, she talks about you. About the former days when you were dating, the sentence before you got this job, how it was a struggle to pay bills, how the three of us were so tight, 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 ways. I missed my daddy ; she missed her lover. 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 initiative, I was sixteen and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our sleeping accommodation. That first gear night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was variety of embarrass to get word about how you two screwed, but by the sentence we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to hear more."

"Your mother misses me, missed me ?"

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

I wasn't certain how to reply her so I encouraged her to spill,"After that ?"

"After that it was like she had turned on a permutation, we would receive some wine-colored then mom would start more stories of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing bout the dark she told me about the first fourth dimension she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to fill her house so she could transfer her clothes."

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

"She told me she was wearing full bodied white-hot cotton panty with pinko and blue elephants printed on them. She was so pock you would search 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 good story the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first prison term I felt an involvement in you as a man was when she was telling me how she damn near raped you every night for weeks until she got significant with me. I had photo in my head of your erection cuming in mom and got cramp in my breadbasket. Not bad spasm, they were pure sexual, they felt good. That was the first off time I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more titillating, she would separate me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to reckon over the bay, took a freshen up breath then finished,"Over the next few months mom told me everything ; about regular sex, oral sex, and the kinky clobber you used to do for fourteen years, until the divorce. In cattiness of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any mystery or contingent. I think it's her way of not letting you go ; she misses you dad ; she misses you in bed."

This was all news show to me,"So how did conversations with your mother turn into concluding 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 thinker, we were busy as hell. I spent a lot of night with my finger in me, imagining they were your digit. 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 sizing. Even his phonation 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 butt, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the mo.

After dinner that evening, she and I poured crank of Southern comfort then started the next unit of ammunition of dearest and incest."When did you have it away you wanted me for real ?"

Zina sipped her drink, looked into my eyes for a few second base,"When you told me you were coming home for my birthday. I had a flash imagination of hugging you at the airport and felt a wild chill in my breadbasket. A 100 % virgin intimate thrill. Mom had told me how she would welcome you plate before, and when I felt the rush, I knew that was how I wanted to welcome you back too. From that nighttime on dad, you were my prince coming to wake up me with a buss, not my daddy. You told me you wanted to make my birthday peculiar, well I knew how peculiar I wanted it to be. I started seducing you that day."My daughter got off the sofa and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put wood on the embers, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight stone washed, faded jean, a soft red Kashmir slipover and 2"pumps. She was even more alluring than the night before in the midi-dress. My prick began to look for the body beneath the clothing. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my branch and sat on my knees, facing me. She put her glass on the end mesa, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulder. Zina and I shared a few hushed moments then she leaned to me and put her lip on mine. The tip of her natural language fenced lightly with mine for few seconds then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

A shiver of angst ran up my spine,"What do you mean, she knows ?"

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

I had to refuse her,"Oh mom, get real, I just want everything to be new, new frock, 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 24-hour interval, if I didn't know serious, 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 trusted what's in your head right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're tactual sensation. I felt the Same way for years, every meter he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff her, my denial got stuck in my sassing so I turned and walked away, acting like she'd insulted me. Mom didn't say anything to a greater extent, but I'm moderately sure she knows, she can read me like a tumid print leger sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest, her arms around my neck. I kissed the cutis of her shoulder and slipped my hands under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a boob then pinched the pap in my digit. Zina sipped a light breath and put her rima oris 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 end night, she looked proud of you. You really think she would require to get back under blankets with me again ?"

Zina smiled,"Definitely, she'd dip over for you on the spot if you just blow up a swooning air kiss at her."

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

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

"scoop rightfield ?"

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

I set her on the floor where we began grabbing and pulling off fabric, undressing to cool the fever of cacoethes. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her physical structure then she pulled my caput to her breast. I suckled her breasts as she gripped my hair. I caught a mamilla between my teeth and flicked my tongue rapidly across it. She quivered under my mouthpiece then urged me off her teat and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her sweet savor glossa, tickling the tip of mine as her weapon enveloped me, house youthful bosom crushed between us. My hands were busy roaming over her consistence, head, neck, and back. I paid extra care to her legs, caressing them from human knee to ass. I was awed by the smoothen steadiness of her skin, by the heating system radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to consume the passion flowing from her so I moved down, between her ramification and frenched kissed the top of her body chap. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her knees eminent then put her fingers in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my hair while I brought her to a first of all climax with my tongue on her clit. I rolled to my spine and pulled her over me, she was lying on my peg, venter and chest, she locked her lip on my mouth. My granite hard cock lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her second joint apart for accession to my daughter 's throbbing new body. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her hips off me and let me slide into her again. She was soaked with desire so my insight was swift and thrilling. I humped, she gasped, and together we began a total annihilation of the founder / daughter kinship.

I fucked her tenacious than thirty minutes, under her, over her, behind her then we would hesitate for a gustatory sensation of the other, my headland between her legs, her month keeping me punishing ; Zina shook respective meter with climax. For the finis of the act I rolled her to her backbone, pushed up on my limb until my hard-on was the only if connection to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her bitch. The sight and feel of her father's rooster and orb between her wooden leg set fire to my daughter, she burst into fire from the passion. The final exam climax ripped from her clit and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to take a breath. I responded and came with her in a long serial publication of explosive muscular contraction. She stared into my centre 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 flooring, the sheets a crumpled mound under their enlace legs."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could finger like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even better than death night"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My girl and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense intimate high. Her body was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bathroom to clean up while I went to the kitchen for iced tea. She met me there then we went to the front porch of the house, we were wearing robe, aught 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 divorcement, I did it because I didn't want my wife to put up my absence seizure alone. I couldn't be there for her so I let her go."You know that my job as overseas letter writer is almost done, I've been promoted to the New House of York federal agency, I won't be traveling near as a lot after next month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

"dada, that would be so cool, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so a great deal, 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 itinerary, I can't see us as a tight family unit again."

"I know that dad, but when I come back for Christmas or birthdays it would be courteous 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 feel perverted or envy her ?"

My girl looked at me, sober,"Dad, this is my weekend, my birthday natural endowment to myself. I'm pretty sure mom knows what I'm doing, but I'm also sure she hasn't protested or warned me off because in one way, I'm her proxy. She needs to feel you again and if the only 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 work it up. After tomorrow you and I will be father and daughter again, I love what we are doing and I'll cherish the memory of this weekend, but I'm not looking for a lasting affair, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her earphone and handed it to me,"birdsong mom, ask her out dad, she won't say no. After that lets you and me go back to bed."

I put the telephone 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 .