I had a date with my daughter. A real day of the month, with Broadway show tag and dinner party qualification at Raoul's, one of the finest eating place in the City. It was her natal day and I wanted it to be limited for her. She was on the cusp of maturity so I was determined to do by her like an adult woman ; to give her a dark on the Town she would cherish for the rest of her liveliness.

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 exotic shoes on the planet, but I've also had to endure some of the most fine-tune trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my kinsfolk sat in the suburb of New House of York and struggled to be without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up night for a cry and started accepting calls from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three days. My daughter was more affected role, she was always well-chosen to babble to me and coming abode to her was the ultimate joy in my life. She didn't hesitate to bring me up to date on school, acquaintance and her aliveness in general. Even though we were often continents apart, my female child and I were always very close-fitting. And that is why, on her birthday, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be home. I was going to make her Eighteenth natal day very special.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the steps. I was standing at the bottom looking up, entranced by the young woman descending from the indorsement flooring. She was wearing a mordant figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the skirt cut across her legs at a modest mid-thigh, the curves and contours of her legs below the chick jolted my eyes, the form of her speed second joint under the lose weight inglorious material magnetized my male attention. My regard drifted up her peg to take after the bend of her pelvic girdle, over the swell of her ass to a waistline I could span with one hand. The top of the lace attire cut evenly across her breast ; it revealed no cleavage but that wasn't requisite. Her breasts stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the dress held them firmly. There was a single thin strap holding the clothes in home but it didn't go up and over her shoulders on each side. The strap attached to the sides of the dress at the flop crease then crossed from left to right, right to bequeath. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck, which would mean her back was bare of any stuff above the top of the dress.

I tore my eyes off my girl's physical structure to look at the sleep of her. She wore sheer nylons and black stiletto cad about three inches high. The candid toed shoes were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic style leather strap forming Xs on each side of her ankle joint. Bright red nail polish highlighted her feet, it matched the color of her fingernails. Along with the attire strap around her neck, she had a light gold Ernst Boris Chain from which hung a charm shaped as a butterfly. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a hint of the constitution she wore, but her rim looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long non-white hairsbreadth split over her right shoulder and fell to even with her navel. Golden wicket earrings completed my daughter's evening wear. In the few seconds it took me to value my day of the month for the night, she stepped to the derriere of the stairs,"I'm ready."

My god the young lady was beautiful, and she was right, she was set. For anything. My responsibility as a father should own been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and son of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should change the particular date, just appease home, keep on her out of sight. She is just over 5'9, and in the heels she was eye level with me, she put her script on my arm and asked,"Are we going dad ?"

"Not yet, I have something for you."I pulled a down wooden jewelry box with a gold leaf ‘ Z'on the lid from my scoop and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to incur a one-inch circle of atomic number 79 surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made by a goldworker 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 bent her straits to apply me access to put the new mountain range 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 brushed her neck opening, I saw a light eruption of goosebumps on her pelt. Necklace in space, my daughter spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her icon,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a better match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said unspoilt night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should congratulate how she looked, or celebrate my mouth shut. For the beginning time in my lifetime the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a 1 set 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 number one wood. He opened the room access for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me,"Wow, you really did it up tonight ; a car and driver ?"

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

Zina chirped a quick gag,"Great, we have a lot to lecture about. I want to evidence you what I want to do when I graduate following month."That reminded me that my daughter was end to finishing high school day. At the ship's boat age of 17 she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy conference university based on her academic acquirement.

My girl and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the land and masses, I was silently gladiolus she didn't have to endure the like luck as the girls her age in the tribe, she would possess been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her hold up few calendar week of school and program for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summertime long road head trip to several subject commons.

I had ticket for the melodic Phantom of the Opera. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn't know where we were going and managed to hold open her curiosity at bay. I could severalise she wanted to know but I kept it secret until we pulled up in straw man of the house. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her gleefulness, threw her arms around me and kissed my buttock,"Really, specter of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the present moment was the crush of her breasts on my chest, the scent of her aroma. It was a momentary sensation, a virtuous masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open door of the car and offered Zina my manus. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the doll rode high up on her second joint, I caught a coup d'oeil of pale thigh above the top of her hosiery, and black satin panty. Not only did my eye get a delicacy, I felt my nuts shiver. Again, forbidden persuasion surged to the forefront of my mind. I was slowly succumbing to the charm of the youth woman.

Zina waited near the field of operations entry while I spoke with the driver. I hadn't thought process of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another thought process, if I was going to treat her as a woman, not my fry, we should crispen her birthday. I slipped the driver decent cash to buy a feeding bottle of Champaign to give birth in the car when we returned from the appearance. My persuasion 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 fourth dimension to cuckold the lobby and aspect the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masks and prop for the show I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"wine ? 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 question you having a drinking. You have had wine-colored before, haven't you ?"I was pretty surely her mother let her sip wine at rest home once in a while.

Zina blushed slightly and admitted,"Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at dark sometimes and drink wine-colored. That's when we have our best mom and daughter conversations."She looked up sharply,"But not on schoolhouse 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 theatre of operations and no one would distrust 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 get wind,"You are the only man I want to decorate tonight ; I love you dad."Her whisper diffuse intimation on my ear sent another involuntary tremble through my freak. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a smear of red gloss off my face with her finger's breadth.

She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When intermission was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine-colored. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performer and the songs. She finished her vino then asked for another, to take back for the second half. I was hesitant at first off but gave in when she locked her big Green River eyes on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can plow it."

The second half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My focus wasn't on Christine or the Phantom, my nidus kept being diverted by my daughter's branch. The midi-dress was riding mellow on her thigh, near the junction of her peg. She was animated as she followed the plot, every clip she moved, her legs attracted me. The top bound 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 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 composition to entice me, rather than accompany me. I began to see my girl as if she were a existent date, not out for birthday celebration. My thinking shamed me, but my cock has no scruples, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my child.

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

Her choice of Word of God encouraged another quick 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 business leader 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 Nice"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My centre were locked on her back, she was taking tenacious strides on the high dog which caused her hips to sway provocatively with each whole tone ; my asshole took a deep breath, she definitely wasn't a young lady anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip semblance and centre in a mirror, capped the composition then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a fantastic Night so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her lips as she spoke and had to agitate down an urge to snog the words from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the world, all my expense are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my regular salary but almost never reach it, I don't need to. The last time I spent a heap of money is when I bought my theatre in New Haven. Don't trouble about what I spend for you or on you, this is your night Zina, enjoy it."My daughter gave me a dazzling smile, graced the recession of my mouth with her fresh gloss lips, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my left mitt in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her manus covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eye. The medallion of my handwriting was covering the hem of the attire, my fingers were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my girl that had been slowly growing through the evening broke unloose of attenuate moral restraints and warmed my balls. My prick began to acquire some severe free weight. I was self-conscious of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to go my hand from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The understood invitation to keep my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn't feel my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained tranquillise with her eyes closed.

At the eating place I was again treated to the Saami prospect I got at the dramatic art, only the second time it seemed to take her a bit longer to emerge from the car, giving me two extra moments of bare thigh and sinister step-in. As I held her hand she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a girl grin, but the confidant smiling of a charwoman for a man she is attracted to. The spate of line of descent to my head made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the thinking that stampeded through my head.

I ordered wine, the wine steward did not hesitate or query my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a convention conversation without intimacy or shroud signification. We sipped wine-coloured for the entire two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her foreland on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my nerve, her nearness was creating mayhem in my brief. It was approach midnight and I could secern the long evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the excitement and several glasses of wine. It was time to engage her menage.

When I was telling Zina's female parent about the arrangements for her birthday nighttime, my ex suggested I take her to New Haven, to my place after the theater and dinner party. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my business firm often when I was between appointment, she had her own way, so the suggestion was neither strange nor unconventional. Since the limo driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute effort. I opened the door of the in-car tank and pulled out the Champagne,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my daughter. She examined the label while I found two fluting 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 of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The smoked glass blocked the device driver vista 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 short dress revealed almost of her tenacious shapely leg, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the dress, the shadow between her legs barely concealed the top of her thighs. My turncock warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cozy. I needed to cool off off, to put some space between me and the girl. I leaned back into the street corner of my seat and averted my eyes. It didn't work. Zina moved from her seat and sat following to me then said"dad, this has been almost the most perfect date I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the heart, she sounded nervous when she said"but I want it to be exactly perfect, can I have one more present ?"

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

She didn't say a word as her deal went to my waist, to my belt ammunition. In less time it took for the jounce of what she was doing to waste me, my daughter was tugging my zipper down. It was an machine rifle reflex to grab her hand and pull it away from my pant. Zina shook me off, slapped my fingers lightly the went back to work on my zip fastener while seducing me with her eyes. She opened my pants then arched off the buns and pulled her panties down and off her ramification. Zina rose up, threw her decent leg over my thighs then settled down on me. I was looking at her strapless back as she rocked her hips, my half-swollen peter swelled rapidly to go an erection. I lifted her by the shank so my cock could remain firm then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a long breathing time, looked over her shoulder, swept her tenacious pilus from her face and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was quick, and I pushed up into her easily. She didn't cry out ; she didn't resist me so I assumed this wasn't the number 1 fourth dimension 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 Night vanished in the time it took me to thrust into her. We started the day of the month as daddy and girl but we were ending it as man and cleaning woman. I held Zina's shank then she and I ventured into a new dimension of our relationship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my erection in an oven but the oven was wet, ship's boat, thrilling. Zina rolled her coxa, sliding on me while I reclined on the rump watching her back. I lifted the dress and watched her butt cheeks moving and my cock swelled even further. I put a hand around her shank, over her leg then searched for the push at the top of her slit. When I felt the bulge, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her button while her warmth 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 wooden leg and put her arms around my neck opening, her boob flattened on my pectus,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

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

She pulled her headland 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 sassing on mine and started a fire with her lips. She broke the kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still hard hard-on. 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 passionateness and lust that have 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 Sunday night."She pecked me softly on the brim again then went to figure out, forcing my hard cock back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erection resisted her endeavour to satiate it back where it belonged. Once she was done tucking me away, she pulled a tissue paper from her clutch and wiped the lipstick off my typeface.

It was near 2am when we got to the house. 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 lavatory, I pulled off my dress and put on a night robe. My cock was anticipating the coming night so it was solid, tall and proud, making a big collapsible shelter in the front of the robe. My girl came out of the john wrapped in a towel from breast to thighs, she was chuckling,"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

I pulled Zina to my branch, wrapped her ass with my helping hand and pulled her against the grounds of my luxuria. She ground her groin on my erection, put her hands around my neck and her backtalk over mine. When we broke apart to suspire, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the favorable nooky father in the world."

"He might say someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could miss the cartel of a lot of customer. A input on Facebook about his loose lecture would kill his business. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me leave her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulders then my girl and I stepped back to see at the other. I thought when I saw her coming down the steps was the highlight of my evening, but I was wrong. The eighteen-year-old fair sex standing in front of me in nature's nimbus caused my blood to boil, my heart was tripping, my erecting thudded with desire. I put my hands on her impertinence then slid them down to her berm 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 tum, her feet were on the floor, I stepped to her then slip my stopcock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low moan then my daughter and I started an intense, all nighttime birthday festivity. 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 heedful, I have some condoms ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be approve but, just to be double for certain, 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 lust triumphed over any residuary feelings of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual creature ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

eventide though I was as hot as a teenager to eff my girl, I knew I couldn't climax in a duad of min. I was driven by a need to love the girlfriend until she couldn't take anymore. I was her daddy, I'd been her Hero of Alexandria her entire lifespan, I wanted to hold for certain she wouldn't variety those opinion and touch sensation by being a fast, lousy nookie.

My shaft was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her consistency, my balls slapping her seat 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 get hold of the pillow her head was on, her long glossy brown hair scatter across the pillow looked like backer's wings over her shoulders, framing her forefront and face. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the sullen tightness of the elbow room. We mated with wantonness, taking all we could from the former. She was heaving and deflection, offering me her body and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and higher grade of pauperization and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went cadaver as a dining table, her eyes 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 uterus, fragmenting into a million glow flares of ecstasy that set off intense blaze everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the impulse Cy Young womanhood beneath me and my balls gave up the fight. My peter swelled even harder then began to convulse as I injected shaft of lava hot cum into the beautiful young woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her hips against my groin, her consistency absorbing all I had to give.

I was covered with fret, ineffective to prevail myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breath I could get. She twisted her header to me, her fuzz was matted and damp, her brass flushed hot, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped for reinvigorated air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay side by side, I watched halcyon Z shifting on her pelt as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual convulsion, rolled her pass 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 know me again, and again after that if we manage to stay arouse that long."My girl screwed me once more that dark, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an exhausted sleep.

The trill of Zina's phone woke us in the betimes good afternoon, her female parent was calling. While she was telling her mom about the night on the Ithiel Town, I went to urinate then came back to bed with her. As she and her mother talked my cock again reacted to the wise Brigham Young female and stiffened. I pushed her to her side, probed between her peg and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my second joint and let me bask her until the claim 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 birds and boat. Until that moment neither of us had brought up the subject 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 wearing apparel, the provocative moves and motion, the subtle coquetry while we talked all combined into a night of concealment, carnal 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 workbench,"What was cobbler's last Night about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her eyes for a moment 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 couple of years I would make up taradiddle of how you would slipstream to my rescue and save me from missing you. At first it was just sham matter like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time 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 meat didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it about when we went to shank parkland and ate ice pick, it was just us, nonentity else existed then.

"Then about a year ago mom and I were sitting in battlefront of the hearth drinking wine-coloured, you guys had been divorced two year already, but I could secernate she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a patch but she never talks about other men, she talks about you. About the early daylight 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 happy in those days. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in unlike fashion. 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 first, I was XVI and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedroom. That first night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was form of embarrass to find out about how you two screwed, but by the fourth dimension we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to see more."

"Your female parent misses me, missed me ?"

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

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

"After that it was like she had turned on a switch, we would take in some wine-coloured then mom would start more stories of when and how you made have it off. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing tears the night she told me about the first time she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to take away her home so she could change her clothes."

"Why would she desire to change close if she was going to own sex with me ?"

"She told me she was wearing full bodied gabardine cotton plant pantie with pink and blue elephants printed on them. She was so frightened you would look at them and laugh at her. Mom said the following day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new 1. God it was shady the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The start 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 pictorial matter in my headland of your erection cuming in mom and got muscle spasm in my stomach. Not bad cramp iron, they were pure sexual, they felt ripe. That was the first time I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more erotic, she would say me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to look over the bay, took a refreshing breath then finished,"Over the following few month mom told me everything ; about regular sex, oral sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for fourteen yr, until the divorce. In venom of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any secrets 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 to me,"So how did conversations with your female parent spell into hold up nighttime ?"

"I started fantasizing that I was mom, that you and me were married and screwing our fuck off. I still hadn't been with any guy, but in my mind, we were fussy as netherworld. I spent a lot of nights with my finger in me, imagining they were your finger. I think it was you in my mind when I started having sex with Seth. He and me did it for a couple of month then I dumped him and started going to bed with Ricky. Ricky reminded me of you, he looked like you, he is about the same sizing. Even his part 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 terrace is getting hard on my tush, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner party that evening, she and I poured specs of Southern ease then started the following round of drinks of love and incest."When did you know you wanted me for tangible ?"

Zina sipped her drink, looked into my eyes for a few arcsecond,"When you told me you were coming place for my birthday. I had a flash vision of hugging you at the aerodrome and felt a wild thrill in my stomach. A 100 % pure sexual boot. Mom had told me how she would receive you base before, and when I felt the thrill, I knew that was how I wanted to welcome you back too. From that night on dad, you were my prince coming to awaken me with a kiss, not my daddy. You told me you wanted to puddle my birthday special, well I knew how extra I wanted it to be. I started seducing you that day."My girl got off the sofa and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put Natalie Wood on the coal, I watched her. She was wearing hide tight Oliver Stone washed, melt denim, a soft red cashmere pullover and 2"heart. She was even more alluring than the Night before in the midi-dress. My prick began to anticipate the consistence beneath the habiliment. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my peg 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 shoulders. Zina and I shared a few quiet moments then she leaned to me and put her lips on mine. The tip of her tongue fenced lightly with mine for few indorsement then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

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

"I think she knows, or defendant. 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 panty, you going to let your father see them ?'

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

"You know girl, you've been acting like you're going out with a lover, not your begetter. You've been in the clouds for days, if I didn't know honorable, I'd say you're going to make 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 sure what's in your question right now, but I'm jolly sure of what you're look. I felt the Lapplander way for years, every time he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff her, my denial got stuck in my lip 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 read me like a enceinte photographic print book sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her chest were resting on my thorax, her arms around my neck opening. I kissed the skin of her articulatio humeri and slipped my paw under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my manus around to cup a titty then pinched the nipple in my finger's breadth. Zina sipped a illumine breath and put her mouth on mine again. When I broke the kiss she mused,"Maybe she is jealous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act overjealous net night, she looked proud of you. You really cerebrate she would want to get back under mantle with me again ?"

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

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

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

"Exclusive right ?"

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

I set her on the flooring where we began grabbing and pulling off fabric, undressing to cool the fever of passion. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her body then she pulled my head to her chest. I suckled her white meat as she gripped my hairsbreadth. I caught a nipple between my dentition and flicked my clapper 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 lingua, tickling the tip of mine as her weapon enveloped me, firm young tit crushed between us. My hands were busy roaming over her body, mind, neck, and back. I paid especial attention to her stage, caressing them from knee to ass. I was awed by the smooth out firmness of her skin, by the heat radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to consume the love flowing from her so I moved down, between her stage and frenched kissed the top of her body sally. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her knees gamy then put her digit in my hairsbreadth. She gripped and tugged on my fuzz while I brought her to a first climax with my tongue on her clitoris. I rolled to my vertebral column and pulled her over me, she was lying on my ramification, belly and chest, she locked her lips on my mouth. My granite hard turncock lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her thigh apart for access code to my girl 's throbbing untried body. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her hips off me and let me drop off 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 annihilation of the father / daughter kinship.

I fucked her longer than 30 proceedings, under her, over her, behind her then we would pause for a sense of taste of the other, my brain between her stage, her calendar month keeping me severely ; Zina shook respective multiplication with orgasm. For the coda of the act I rolled her to her spinal column, pushed up on my arms until my erection was the only connecter to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her cunt. The slew and feel of her founding father's cock and balls between her legs set fire to my daughter, she burst into flames from the estrus. The final exam climax ripped from her clitoris and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to catch one's breath. I responded and came with her in a long series of explosive contractions. She stared into my eye as I groaned out her name then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with perspiration, panting for cool air. The pillows had been knocked to the floor, the sheets a crumpled good deal under their entwined legs."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could feel like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even proficient than live nighttime"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My daughter and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense sexual high. Her soundbox was sated for the present moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bathroom to clean house up while I went to the kitchen for ice tea. She met me there then we went to the front porch of the house, we were wearing robes, zip else. She and I sat under the canopy of stars and talked more about her future, and her mother. Even though I agreed to the divorce, I didn't want the divorce, I did it because I didn't want my wife to bear 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 berth, I won't be traveling near as much after next calendar month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

"Daddy, that would be so poise, 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 tight folk unit again."

"I know that dad, but when I come back for Christmas or birthdays it would be squeamish 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 girl looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my birthday gift to myself. I'm somewhat sure enough 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 finger you again and if the lonesome 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 institute 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 phone and handed it to me,"Call mom, ask her out dad, she won't say no. After that lets you and me go back to bed."

I put the phone to my ear as Zina leaned over my lap then opened the robe, she cradled my balls as her other bridge player encouraged another hard-on .