I had a day of the month with my daughter. A very date, with Broadway Show tickets and dinner reserve at Raoul's, one of the fine restaurants in the urban center. It was her natal day and I wanted it to be special for her. She was on the cusp of maturity so I was determined to cover her like an grownup adult female ; to give her a nighttime on the town she would cherish for the rest of her life.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for hebdomad at a time. My job as a worldwide reporter kept me moving from city to city, country to country. I've been to some of the most alien places on the planet, but I've also had to brave some of the most down trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my family 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 calls from men who were not 11000 naut mi away. We had been amicably divorced three years. 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 make for me up to date on school, friends and her life in oecumenical. Even though we were often continent apart, my daughter 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 pass water her Eighteenth natal day very special.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the stairs. I was standing at the bottom looking up, entranced by the Loretta Young cleaning lady descending from the second floor. She was wearing a shameful figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the bird cut across her legs at a modest mid-thigh, the curves and contours of her pegleg below the wench jolted my eyes, the grade of her upper second joint under the thin black material magnetized my male attention. My gaze drifted up her legs to follow the breaking ball of her hips, over the swell of her ass to a waist I could span with one hand. The top of the lace dress cut evenly across her white meat ; it revealed no cleavage but that wasn't necessity. Her breasts stood fully without the aid of a bra ; the clothes held them firmly. There was a single lean strap holding the dress in place but it didn't go up and over her shoulder on each incline. The strap attached to the sides of the dress at the binge pipeline then crossed from left to correct, right to pass on. It formed a wide X above her tit then looped around her neck, which would mean her back was bare of any material above the top of the garb.

I tore my eye off my daughter's body to look at the rest of her. She wore sheer nylons and pitch blackness stiletto dog about three inches high. The open toed brake shoe were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic style leather straps forming Xs on each side of meat of her articulatio talocruralis. Bright red nail finish highlighted her feet, it matched the color of her fingernails. Along with the apparel strap around her neck opening, she had a brightness gold string from which hung a charm shaped as a butterfly. The stair were dimly lit so I got only a hint of the constitution she wore, but her lips looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long disconsolate hair split over her right shoulder and fell to even with her omphalos. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter's evening wear. In the few second gear it took me to appraise my date for the night, she stepped to the bottom of the steps,"I'm ready."

My god the girl was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a father should give birth 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 interchange the particular date, just stay home, keep her out of sight. She is just over 5'9, and in the bounder she was eye level with me, she put her hand on my arm and asked,"Are we going dad ?"

"Not yet, I have something for you."I pulled a polished wooden jewelry box with a gold foliage ‘ Z'on the lid from my air pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to find a one-inch circuit of Au surrounding the letter Z. I had the magical spell and box made by a goldsmith in Marrakesh, 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 fuzz and knack her foreland to give me access to put the new chain around her neck opening. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my finger's breadth brushed her neck, I saw a luminosity eruption of goosebumps on her peel. Necklace in station, my daughter spun, put her weapons system around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a manse mirror and checked her mental image,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a better match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said skilful night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen miss. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or go on my mouthpiece shut. For the low gear time in my living the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a I phrase and I didn't want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her special 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 driver ?"

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

Zina chirped a quick jest,"Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to severalize you what I want to do when I graduate side by side month."That reminded me that my daughter was close to finishing high school. At the tender age of seventeen she became a elder, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her academic science.

My daughter and I talked on the drive into the urban center. I told her of my flow assignment, the condition of the ground and the great unwashed, I was silently sword lily she didn't have to suffer the same portion as the girls her age in the kindred, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, potential with dissimilar men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few weeks of school and plans for the summertime. She and her female parent were going on a summertime long road stumble to several subject parks.

I had slate for the musical Phantom of the Opera. Zina had the euphony on her iPhone but had never seen the appearance. She didn't know where we were going and managed to keep her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to know but I kept it closed book until we pulled up in social movement of the field of operations. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her gleefulness, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek,"Really, Phantom of the opera house ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her tit on my pectus, the scent of her essence. It was a momentary hotshot, a pure masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the receptive door of the car and offered Zina my hand. When she turned to get out, her ramification parted, the bird rode gamey on her second joint, I caught a glimpse of pale thigh above the top of her hosiery, and black satin pantie. Not only did my eyes get a goody, I felt my crank shiver. Again, forbidden mentation surged to the forefront of my mind. I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the young womanhood.

Zina waited near the theatre entrance while I spoke with the driver. I hadn't thought of it earlier, but seeing my girl as a offspring woman spurred another thought, if I was going to regale her as a woman, not my baby, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the device driver adequate John Cash to buy a bottle of Champaign to stimulate in the car when we returned from the appearance. My thinking were not lubricious, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my daughter had time to cast the vestibule and view the brilliant computer architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a showing of masquerade party and prop for the show I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine-colored. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"wine-colored ? Really ? What if someone sees ?"

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

Zina blushed slightly and admitted,"Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at Nox 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 dress 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 boldness and said so no one else could pick up,"You are the only man I want to decorate tonight ; I love you dad."Her susurration soft breath on my ear sent another involuntary chill through my addict. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a vilification of red burnish off my cheek with her finger.

She sat captivated during the get-go half of the display. When break was called, I led her back to the bar for another drinking glass of wine. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performers and the songs. She finished her wine then asked for another, to take 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 okay dad, I can cover it."

The second half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My stress wasn't on Christine or the spectre, my direction kept being diverted by my daughter's legs. The midi-dress was riding eminent on her thigh, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the game, every time she moved, her stage attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high up, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the male parent was growing Thomas More and more aware of the alluring young female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her clothing and makeup to tempt me, rather than come with me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a real particular date, not out for birthday celebration. My intellection shamed me, but my rooster has no sense of right and wrong, it was beginning to react to her as a charwoman, not as my baby.

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

Her choice of words encouraged another flying 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 amphetamine 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 take me somewhere courteous"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eyes were locked on her back, she was taking foresightful pace on the high gear heels which caused her hip to rock provocatively with each tone ; my scratch took a deep breathing time, she definitely wasn't a miss anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip polish and eyes in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a wondrous nighttime so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her lips as she spoke and had to fight down an urge to buss the word from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the earthly concern, all my expenses are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my even salary but almost never affect it, I don't need to. The last metre I spent a mass of money is when I bought my menage 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 smile, graced the corner of my mouth with her fresh comment lips, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my bequeath hand in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her handwriting covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eyes. The medal of my paw was covering the hem of the attire, my digit were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the eventide broke free of faded lesson restraints and warmed my testicle. My shaft 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 prompt my hand from Zina's leg but her digit tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The understood invitation to keep my hired man on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn't experience my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quiet with her eye closed.

At the eating house I was again treated to the same sentiment I got at the theater of operations, only the second time it seemed to have her a bit long to issue from the car, giving me two duplicate moments of bare thigh and ignominious panty. As I held her bridge player she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the intimate smile of a womanhood for a man she is attracted to. The Rush of stock to my head made me dizzy and that meter I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my mind.

I ordered wine, the sommelier did not hesitate or wonder my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner vino we talked about the display then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a pattern conversation without intimacy or hidden meaning. We sipped wine for the entire two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the eating place Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her headland on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her fuzz was brushing my nerve, her closeness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could tell the long evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the excitation and various glasses of wine. It was time to take her dwelling house.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the arrangement for her birthday night, my ex suggested I take her to New harbor, to my place after the field and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my menage often when I was between appointment, she had her own room, so the suggestion was neither unusual nor improper. Since the limo number one wood knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute drive. I opened the door of the in-car cooler and pulled out the champagne,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my girl. She examined the label while I found two flutes then we opened the bottle and toasted her birthday once more.

When her deoxyephedrine was vacuous, she asked me to rain buckets another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The fume glass blocked the number one wood view of the back of the car. Zina turned to face me on the opposite seat, took her glass and tilted it as a salute and sipped. Facing me like that, the brusk garb revealed nigh of her long shapely ramification, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the clothes, 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 cosy. I needed to chill off, to put some outer space between me and the missy. I leaned back into the corner of my derriere and averted my oculus. It didn't body of work. Zina moved from her place and sat following to me then said"Daddy, this has been almost the most perfect particular date I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the oculus, she sounded nervous when she said"but I want it to be exactly perfect, can I have one more present ?"

"What's that knockout, what do you desire ?"

She didn't say a Christian Bible as her manpower went to my waist, to my belt. In less meter it took for the shock of what she was doing to run through me, my daughter was tugging my zipper down. It was an automatic reflex to grab her hand and perpetrate it away from my pants. Zina shook me off, slapped my digit lightly the went back to work on my zip while seducing me with her heart. She opened my pants then arched off the fundament and pulled her panty down and off her ramification. 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 become 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 long hint, looked over her berm, swept her foresightful hair from her font and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was make, 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 metre 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 qualm I'd been having about my intellection for her all night vanished in the time it took me to throw into her. We started the date as pappa and daughter but we were ending it as man and woman. I held Zina's waist then she and I ventured into a new property of our relationship.

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

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

She pulled her header back, looked me directly in the eyes, judging my response 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 back talk. She broke the osculation 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 finger. 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 ribbing dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Sunday night."She pecked me softly on the lips again then went to run, forcing my strong cock back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erection resisted her efforts to stuff it back where it belonged. Once she was done tucking me away, she pulled a tissue from her clutch and wiped the lipstick off my face.

It was near 2am when we got to the family. The driver bid us goodnight then left ; his job was done. Zina and I went into the house, she led me directly to my bedroom. While she went into the adjoining can, I pulled off my apparel and put on a night robe. My shaft was anticipating the coming Night so it was strong, tall and majestic, 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 step-in in the car, the device 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 Church Father, what might he opine ?"

I pulled Zina to my arms, wrapped her ass with my hands and pulled her against the evidence of my lust. She ground her breakwater on my erection, put her hired hand around my neck opening and her mouth over mine. When we broke apart to breathe, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the luckiest fucking don in the world."

"He might recite someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could recede the trustfulness of a lot of client. A input on Facebook about his loose lecture would kill his business organization. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me leave her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulder joint then my daughter and I stepped back to look at the former. 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 resplendence caused my blood to boil, my spunk was tripping, my hard-on thudded with desire. I put my paw on her boldness then slid them down to her shoulder and urged her to turn away. When her back was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her feet were on the level, I stepped to her then skid my cock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low groan then my daughter and I started an acute, all Nox birthday solemnisation. I screwed her a couple of second then withdrew and we got onto the bed. Before I slipped into her again, I had to ask,"Do I need to be measured, I have some safe ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be O.K. but, just to be double sure, I brought a dawn after pill."It was then I realized that my girl had been seducing me from the moment she came down the stairs. My cock grew even more, my lustfulness triumphed over any residual touch of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual wight ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

Even though I was as hot as a adolescent to jazz my daughter, I knew I couldn't flood tide in a pair of bit. I was driven by a demand to hump the girl until she couldn't take anymore. I was her daddy, I'd been her grinder her total life, I wanted to realise certain she wouldn't change those thoughts and feelings by being a fast, lousy fuck.

My rooster was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her body, my balls slapping her butt as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my sides with both hands, mewing when my cock slid across her clit. She moved her workforce to hold close the pillow her head was on, her foresighted glossy brown hair spread across the pillow looked like angel's wings over her articulatio humeri, framing her head teacher and face. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the dark intimacy of the room. We mated with wildness, 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 higher levels of need and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went stiff as a board, her oculus flew open and she drew in a long hoarse breath. Her eyes focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the orgasm exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million glowing flare of go that set off intense blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the firing raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsing Cy Young fair sex beneath me and my balls gave up the fight. My cock swelled even harder then began to toss as I injected shots of lava hot semen into the beautiful young char. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her coxa against my mole, her body absorbing all I had to open.

I was covered with sweat, unable to reserve myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breathing place I could get. She twisted her head to me, her fuzz was matted and dampness, her face flushed hot, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped for impudent air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay English by incline, I watched halcyon Z shifting on her skin as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual paroxysm, rolled her question to me then asked,"Do you detest me yet ?"

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

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

The trill of Zina's phone woke us in the early good afternoon, her mother was calling. While she was telling her mom about the night on the town, I went to piss then came back to bed with her. As she and her female parent talked my cock again reacted to the fresh young female and stiffened. I pushed her to her face, probed between her pegleg and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my thigh and let me enjoy her until the call ended. She clicked off the phone, pulled off me, turned over and said"Save it for later, we have to get up."She sat up, kissed the end of my 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 fowl and gravy boat. Until that import neither of us had brought up the discipline of sex, of what happened the night before, but I was rum, why did my girl so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her choice of wearing apparel, the provocative moves and gestures, the elusive flirt while we talked all combined into a Night of covert, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was pass my girl wanted me to remove 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 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 a good deal it hurts my nerve and in the last-place couple of age I would cook up stories of how you would raceway to my rescue and save me from missing you. At first it was just pretending matter like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your meter with me. When you did come household, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as daddy and daughter. You did rescue me from missing you, my ticker 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 year ago mom and I were sitting in front man of the open fireplace drinking wine, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could tell she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a while but she never talks about other men, she talks about you. About the early days when you were dating, the times 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 glad in those Day. 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 pa ; she missed her fan. She told me one Nox 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 beginning, I was sixteen 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 outset, I was kind of embarrassed to get wind about how you two screwed, but by the prison term 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 surely how to answer her so I encouraged her to lecture,"After that ?"

"After that it was like she had turned on a switch, we would have some wine then mom would get down more than narrative of when and how you made have a go at it. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing tear the night she told me about the low gear time she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to take her house so she could vary her clothes."

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

"She told me she was wearing to the full bodied white cotton panties with pink and blue elephants printed on them. She was so scared you would look at them and laugh at her. Mom said the future 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 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 night for weeks until she got pregnant with me. I had photo in my head word of your erection cuming in mom and got cramp iron in my belly. Not bad cramps, they were pure intimate, they felt unspoilt. That was the first time I wondered how it would experience 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 front over the bay, took a refreshful intimation then finished,"Over the next few months mom told me everything ; about regular sex, viva voce sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for fourteen eld, until the divorce. In spite of me being your girl, she didn't hold back any closed book 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 newsworthiness to me,"So how did conversations with your mother bend into last Nox ?"

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

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

Zina sipped her drinking, looked into my eyes for a few second base,"When you told me you were coming home for my birthday. I had a flash vision of hugging you at the airdrome and felt a angry thrill in my tummy. A 100 % pure sexual thrill. Mom had told me how she would welcome you place before, and when I felt the rush, I knew that was how I wanted to welcome you back too. From that night on dad, you were my prince coming to fire up me with a kiss, not my daddy. You told me you wanted to make my birthday particular, well I knew how special I wanted it to be. I started seducing you that day."My girl got off the sofa and went to the hearth. As she bent to put Natalie Wood on the ember, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight Edward Durell Stone washed, faded jeans, a voiced red cashmere slipover and 2"pumps. She was even more tempt than the night before in the midi-dress. My prick began to foresee the trunk beneath the vesture. Having restocked the attack, she came back then straddled my legs and sat on my knees, facing me. She put her field glass on the end board, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulders. Zina and I shared a few quiet moment then she leaned to me and put her lip on mine. The tip of her natural language fenced lightly with mine for few minute 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 suspects. She went with me when I bought the garb and shoes and when I was looking at lingerie she asked, ‘ Why are you being so choosy about panties, you going to let your sire see them ?'

I had to deny her,"Oh mom, get real, I just want everything to be new, new dress, new skid, 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 days, if I didn't know considerably, I'd say you're going to seduce him."

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

"She countered with, ‘ Zina, I don't know for surely what's in your head right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're feeling. I felt the Lapp way for years, every time he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff her, my disaffirmation got stuck in my sassing so I turned and walked away, acting like she'd insulted me. Mom didn't say anything Sir Thomas More, but I'm pretty for sure she knows, she can interpret me like a boastfully print Quran sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her tit were resting on my chest, her arms around my neck. I kissed the cutis of her shoulder joint and slipped my manus under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a breast then pinched the nipple in my fingers. Zina sipped a faint breathing spell and put her mouth on mine again. When I broke the candy kiss she mused,"Maybe she is overjealous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act overjealous end 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 tumble over for you on the dapple if you just puffed a light air kiss at her."

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

"Daaaad ! You're not my married man. She's my mother, you screwed her to gestate me, that alone gives her more rights to your body."

"exclusive right wing ?"

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

I set her on the trading floor where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to chill the fever of passion. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her eubstance then she pulled my foreland to her knocker. I suckled her breast as she gripped my hair. I caught a mamilla between my teeth and flicked my tongue rapidly across it. She quivered under my mouth then urged me off her breast and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her sweet tasting tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her arms enveloped me, business firm youthful breasts crushed between us. My hands were meddling roaming over her trunk, head, neck, and back. I paid special attention to her legs, caressing them from genu to ass. I was awed by the smooth resolution of her tegument, by the heat radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to go through the Passion of Christ flowing from her so I moved down, between her stage and frenched kissed the top of her consistence whirl. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her knees high then put her digit in my pilus. She gripped and tugged on my hair while I brought her to a first climax with my knife on her clit. I rolled to my back and pulled her over me, she was lying on my leg, stomach and dresser, she locked her lips on my mouth. My granite intemperately cock lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her thighs apart for access to my daughter 's throbbing vernal body. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her pelvic girdle off me and let me fall away into her again. She was soaked with desire so my incursion 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 taste of the former, my head between her legs, her month keeping me heavy ; Zina shook several clip with sexual climax. For the finale of the act I rolled her to her back, pushed up on my branch until my erection was the merely connectedness to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her cunt. The sight and feel of her Father-God's cock and bollock between her legs set fervency to my daughter, she burst into flame from the heat. The final climax ripped from her clit and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to breathe. I responded and came with her in a farsighted serial of explosive compression. She stared into my heart as I groaned out her epithet then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with sweat, panting for cool air. The pillows had been knocked to the base, the tack a crumpled pile under their entwined branch."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could feel like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even better than last night"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My daughter and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense sexual high school. Her body was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the privy 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 menage, we were wearing robes, cypher else. She and I sat under the canopy of stars 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 House of York office, I won't be traveling near as much after following month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

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

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

"I know that dad, but when I come back for Christmas or birthdays it would be gracious 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 begrudge her ?"

My daughter looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my birthday gift to myself. I'm pretty sure mom knows what I'm doing, but I'm also trusted she hasn't protested or warned me off because in one way, I'm her placeholder. She needs to feel you again and if the but 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 take it up. After tomorrow you and I will be father and daughter again, I love what we are doing and I'll care for the remembering of this weekend, but I'm not looking for a permanent wave thing, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her phone and handed it to me,"yell 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 ballock as her other hand encouraged another hard-on .