I had a escort with my daughter. A real date, with Broadway appearance tickets and dinner reservations at Raoul's, one of the finest 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 adult woman ; to give her a night on the Ithiel Town she would cherish for the rest of her biography.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for weeks at a meter. My job as a worldwide newsman kept me moving from city to urban center, country to country. I've been to some of the most alien blank space on the planet, but I've also had to endure some of the most downhearted trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my family sat in the suburbs of New York and struggled to exist without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up Nox for a birdcall and started accepting outcry from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three years. My daughter was more patient, she was always happy to utter to me and coming base to her was the ultimate joy in my life. She didn't hesitate to bring me up to date on school, friends and her life in general. Even though we were often continents apart, my lady friend 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 make her Eighteenth birthday very special.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the stairs. I was standing at the bottom looking up, entranced by the young woman descending from the instant floor. She was wearing a black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the chick cut across her legs at a mild mid-thigh, the curves and contours of her peg below the skirt jolted my eye, the form of her upper berth thighs under the slim down black textile magnetized my manful attending. My gaze drifted up her peg to follow the curve of her hips, over the swell of her ass to a waist I could span with one deal. The top of the lace garb cut evenly across her breasts ; it revealed no segmentation but that wasn't requisite. Her breast stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the clothes held them firmly. There was a undivided slenderize strap holding the attire in place but it didn't go up and over her articulatio humeri on each side. The strap attached to the English of the dress at the fizzle seam then crossed from left to right, right to leave alone. It formed a wide X above her knocker then looped around her cervix, which would mean her back was bare of any material above the top of the frock.

I tore my eyes off my daughter's soundbox to look at the rest of her. She wore sheer nylon and black stiletto bounder about three inches high gear. The give toed shoes were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic dash leather straps forming Xs on each English of her ankles. Bright red nail finish highlighted her pes, it matched the people of color of her fingernails. Along with the attire strap around her neck, she had a light gold range from which hung a good luck charm shaped as a butterfly. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a soupcon of the make-up she wore, but her lips looked to be the like hue as her nails. Long dark fuzz Split over her right shoulder and fell to even with her navel. Golden ring earrings completed my daughter's evening wear. In the few seconds it took me to appraise my date for the nighttime, she stepped to the merchantman of the stair,"I'm ready."

My god the lady friend was beautiful, and she was right, she was quick. For anything. My duty as a sire should have been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and male child of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should exchange the date, just appease rest home, preserve her out of sight. She is just over 5'9, and in the dog 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 leaf ‘ Z'on the lid from my air hole and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to find a one-inch circle of gold surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made by a goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina.

She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden Ernst Boris 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 set her top dog to give me approach to put the new string around her cervix. 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 fingers brushed her neck, I saw a visible light eruption of goosebumps on her skin. Necklace in place, my daughter spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my buttock. She went to a hall mirror and checked her ikon,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a wagerer match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said good night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teenaged daughter. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or retain my mouthpiece shut. For the first sentence in my life the words ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a one phrase and I didn't want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a extra Nox, her peculiar night, I rented a limo with driver. He opened the door for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me,"Wow, you really did it up tonight ; a car and device driver ?"

"I don't have to take into the urban center, we can mouth without my cussing out the traffic."

Zina chirped a speedy laugh,"Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month."That reminded me that my daughter was closing to finishing high schooling. At the tender age of 17 she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy conference university based on her academician attainment.

My daughter and I talked on the drive into the city. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the land and multitude, I was silently glad she didn't have to tolerate the same destiny as the girls her age in the clan, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few weeks of school and plans for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summer long road trip to several internal green.

I had tag for the musical apparition 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 keep her rarity at bay. I could state she wanted to recognize but I kept it undercover until we pulled up in strawman of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquise and squealed her gleefulness, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek,"Really, Phantom of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the second was the crush of her breasts on my chest, the scent of her perfume. It was a fugitive sentience, a pure masculine present moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the spread door of the car and offered Zina my handwriting. When she turned to get out, her leg parted, the wench rode in high spirits on her thighs, I caught a glimpse of pale second joint above the top of her hose, and grim satin panty. Not only did my eyes get a treat, I felt my nuts shiver. Again, prevent cerebration surged to the forefront of my nous. I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the Young woman.

Zina waited near the theater entranceway while I spoke with the driver. I hadn't intellection of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another thought, if I was going to treat her as a woman, not my child, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the driver decent hard currency to buy a bottle of Champaign to make in the car when we returned from the appearance. My intellection were not prurient, 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 clock time to cheat the hall and horizon the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masque 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 Sir Thomas More mature than eighteen, no one is going to question you having a crapulence. You have had wine before, harbor'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 open fireplace at Night sometimes and drink wine. That's when we have our best mom and girl 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 beautify the arm of any man in this theatre and no one would surmise you are to a lesser extent than twenty-one."

She gave me a delightful grin then leaned to me, kissed my buttock and said so no one else could take heed,"You are the only man I want to deck tonight ; I love you dad."Her susurration soft breath on my ear sent another nonvoluntary chill through my bollock. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a cytosmear of red colour off my brass with her finger's breadth.

She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When interruption was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine. Zina bubbled with exuberance 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 starting time but gave in when she locked her big green centre on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can handle it."

The second base half of the opera passed in a fuzz for me. My focal point wasn't on Christine or the phantasm, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter's leg. The midi-dress was riding high on her thighs, near the join of her branch. She was animated as she followed the plot of land, every time she moved, her branch attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high, occasionally I got a peep of smooth, bare tegument. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the founding father was growing more and Sir Thomas More aware of the alluring young female person sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her habiliment and makeup to entice me, rather than company me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a really day of the month, not out for birthday celebration. My thoughts shamed me, but my cock has no conscience, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my minor.

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

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

Her heart sparkled, she smiled, licked her pep pill lip and said"We could go to Burger Billie Jean Moffitt 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 submit me somewhere decent"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My middle were locked on her back, she was taking yearn strides on the gamey heels which caused her articulatio coxae to rock provocatively with each footprint ; my pricking took a deep breathing space, she definitely wasn't a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip gloss and eyes in a mirror, capped the constitution then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a fantastic night so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her backtalk as she spoke and had to campaign down an itch to kiss the speech from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the world, all my disbursement are paid, plus I get per diem and often wild job pay. I still get my habitue salary but almost never meet it, I don't need to. The last metre I spent a flock of money is when I bought my house in New harbour. 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 turning point of my oral fissure with her fresh gloss lips, then leaned back on the bum of the car and took my left deal in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her mitt covered mine, holding me like that she closed her centre. The palm of my hand was covering the hem of the dress, my digit were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The sensual interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the even broke absolve of weakened lesson restraints and warmed my formal. My stopcock began to gain some serious weightiness. I was self-conscious of where my bridge player was and what my Nut were telling me, so I tried to move my manus from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The silent invitation to keep my script on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingerbreadth. She either didn't feel my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quiet with her eyes closed.

At the restaurant I was again treated to the like view I got at the field of operations, only the second time it seemed to take her a bit longer to emerge from the car, giving me two supernumerary minute of bare thigh and melanise panties. As I held her hand she looked directly into my oculus and smiled, not a girl grinning, but the intimate smiling of a woman for a man she is attracted to. The rush of blood to my head made me dizzy and that metre I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my judgement.

I ordered wine, the sommelier did not hesitate or question my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a normal conversation without affaire or shroud significance. We sipped wine for the total two time of day we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her principal on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my cheek, her closeness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could distinguish the long evening had taken a bell on Zina, she was tiring from the excitement and various deoxyephedrine of wine-colored. It was time to postulate her home.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the arrangements for her natal day Night, my ex suggested I take her to New seaport, to my home after the dramatics and dinner party. Zina could stay on the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my house often when I was between assignments, she had her own elbow room, so the suggestion was neither unusual nor wrong. Since the limo driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute drive. I opened the threshold of the in-car cooler and pulled out the champagne,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my daughter. She examined the recording label while I found two flutes then we opened the bottleful and toasted her natal day once more.

When her glass was empty, she asked me to swarm another then did something unexpected, she moved to the movement of the passenger compartment and slid the screening window closed. The smoke glass blocked the device driver sentiment of the back of the car. Zina turned to face me on the reverse seat, took her glassful and tilted it as a salute and sipped. Facing me like that, the short dress revealed most of her long shapely legs, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the attire, the phantasma between her ramification barely concealed the top of her thighs. My pecker warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cozy. I needed to chill off, to put some blank between me and the girl. I leaned back into the corner of my seat and averted my eyes. It didn't oeuvre. Zina moved from her rear end and sat succeeding to me then said"pa, this has been almost the most everlasting date I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the eyes, she sounded spooky when she said"but I want it to be exactly everlasting, can I have one more than present ?"

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

She didn't say a watchword as her hands went to my waist, to my belt. In less time it took for the shock absorber of what she was doing to eat me, my daughter was tugging my zipper down. It was an automatic reflex response to grab her hand and pull it away from my gasp. Zina shook me off, slapped my digit lightly the went back to oeuvre on my zip fastener while seducing me with her optic. She opened my drawers then arched off the seat and pulled her step-in down and off her legs. Zina rose up, threw her right leg over my thighs then settled down on me. I was looking at her strapless back as she rocked her articulatio coxae, my half-swollen cock 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 articulatio humeri, swept her yearn hair from her grimace and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was ready, and I pushed up into her easily. She didn't cry out ; she didn't resist me so I assumed this wasn't the first 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 mistrust I'd been having about my thoughts for her all Nox vanished in the time it took me to thrust into her. We started the date as daddy and daughter but we were ending it as man and woman. I held Zina's waist then she and I ventured into a new dimension of our human 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 pelvis, sliding on me while I reclined on the tooshie watching her back. I lifted the dress and watched her coffin nail cheeks moving and my cock swelled even further. I put a mitt around her waist, over her leg then searched for the release 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 button while her love built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for various instant then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my peg and put her implements of war around my cervix, her nipple flattened on my chest,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

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

She pulled her read/write head back, looked me directly in the eyes, judging my reaction to her then grinned,"I didn't even kiss you before we did that."She put her bright red glossed oral cavity on mine and started a fervour with her back talk. She broke the buss then pushed up and looked down on my still grueling 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's breadth. Zina said"We should put that away before we get home."

It was warmth and lecherousness that cause me to ask,"Is that it, are you done with it, with me ?"

My daughter chirped a flying giggle,"No way, that was just a annoyer dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Sunday night."She pecked me softly on the mouth again then went to work, forcing my arduous cock back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erecting resisted her efforts to pig out it back where it belonged. Once she was done tucking me away, she pulled a tissue from her clutch and wiped the lip rouge off my face.

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

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

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

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

I pulled Zina to my arms, wrapped her ass with my hands and pulled her against the grounds of my lustfulness. She ground her groin on my erection, put her men around my neck and her mouthpiece over mine. When we broke apart to take a breath, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the favourable fucking father in the world."

"He might tell someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could mislay the trust of a lot of clients. A comment on Facebook about his on the loose public lecture would kill his business. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me run her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my berm then my daughter and I stepped back to count at the former. I thought when I saw her coming down the stairs was the highlighting of my evening, but I was wrong. The eighteen-year-old woman standing in front of me in nature's glory caused my blood to boil, my heart was tripping, my erection thudded with desire. I put my hand on her cheeks then slid them down to her shoulder and urged her to become away. When her binding was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her human foot were on the floor, I stepped to her then skid my cock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low moan then my daughter and I started an intense, all night birthday celebration. I screwed her a couple of minutes then withdrew and we got onto the bed. Before I slipped into her again, I had to ask,"Do I ask to be careful, I have some condoms ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be all right but, just to be double sure, I brought a morning after pill."It was then I realized that my daughter had been seducing me from the moment she came down the stair. My cock grew even more, my lust triumphed over any residue flavor of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual animate being ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

eve though I was as hot as a adolescent to screw my daughter, I knew I couldn't culmination in a twain of minutes. I was driven by a need to love the missy until she couldn't take anymore. I was her daddy, I'd been her hero her entire biography, I wanted to bring in sure she wouldn't variety those thinking and touch by being a fast, lousy screwing.

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 script to clutch the pillow her head was on, her yearn glossy brown hairsbreadth scatter across the pillow looked like angel's wings over her shoulders, framing her head word and face. We surrendered to the demand of nature, coupling passionately in the dark parsimony of the elbow room. We mated with abandon, taking all we could from the other. She was heaving and bending, offering me her organic structure and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and higher stratum of need and exaltation. All of a sudden Zina went besotted as a control board, her eyes flew open and she drew in a long hoarse breathing spell. Her middle focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the orgasm exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million radiance flare of ecstasy that set off intense blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsing young cleaning lady beneath me and my balls gave up the fight. My turncock swelled even harder then began to toss as I injected shots of lava hot semen into the beautiful young womanhood. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her pelvic girdle against my groin, her body absorbing all I had to pass on.

I was covered with stew, ineffectual to harbour myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breathing time I could get. She twisted her head to me, her haircloth was matted and soften, her brass flushed hot, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped for invigorated air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay side by side, I watched gilt 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 satisfaction when I answered,"Not yet, maybe if I fuck you again."

"No maybes dad, you will bang me again, and again after that if we manage to ride out awake that long."My girl screwed me once more that night, the sun was rising when she and I crashed into an worn out sleep.

The trill of Zina's speech sound woke us in the early afternoon, her mother was calling. While she was telling her mom about the Night on the Ithiel 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 unused young female and stiffened. I pushed her to her side, probed between her legs and started boring fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my thigh and let me savor her until the call ended. She clicked off the sound, pulled off me, turned over and said"Save it for later, we have to get up."She sat up, kissed the end of my erection then got off the bed. We got up, cleaned up and made ready for the day.

We were sitting on a Bench at the marina watching sea birds and gravy boat. Until that moment 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 dress, the provocative relocation and gestures, the insidious flirting while we talked all combined into a night of screen, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was clear my daughter wanted me to rent 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 instant then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to bring in love life to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so lots it hurts my heart and in the death couple of years I would cook up stories of how you would race to my rescue and save up me from missing you. At first it was just profess things like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time with me. When you did number nursing home, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as daddy and daughter. You did deliver me from missing you, my pump didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it near 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 forepart of the 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 spell but she never lecture about other men, she talks about you. About the other days when you were dating, the times before you got this job, how it was a battle to pay bills, how the three of us were so fuddled, 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 dark after two bottles of wine that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was form of embarrassed at first, I was xvi and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedchamber. That first night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was kind of obstruct to hear about how you two screwed, but by the time we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to take heed more."

"Your female parent misses me, missed me ?"

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

I wasn't trusted how to answer her so I encouraged her to talk,"After that ?"

"After that it was like she had turned on a switch, we would have some vino then mom would start more chronicle of when and how you made have intercourse. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing tears the Night she told me about the low sentence she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to read her family so she could change her clothes."

"Why would she want to convert close if she was going to take sex with me ?"

"She told me she was wearing wide bodied white cotton panties with pink and wild blue yonder elephants printed on them. She was so scared you would wait at them and laugh at her. Mom said the next day she threw away almost all her underclothes and bought new ones. God it was peculiar the way she told it."

I thought about that night, it certainly wasn't the pattern of her step-in 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 depiction in my head of your erection cuming in mom and got cramps in my stomach. Not bad cramp, they were pure intimate, they felt good. That was the first fourth dimension I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her fib got more erotic, she would recount me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to depend over the bay, took a refreshing intimation then finished,"Over the next few months mom told me everything ; about habitue sex, oral exam sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for xiv days, until the divorce. In spite of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any secrets or details. I think it's her way of not letting you go ; she misses you dad ; she misses you in bed."

This was all news to me,"So how did conversations with your mother turn into last 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 mind, we were busy as netherworld. I spent a lot of nights with my fingers in me, imagining they were your digit. I think it was you in my heading when I started having sex with Seth. He and me did it for a twosome 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 same size. Even his vocalism 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 buns, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner that evening, she and I poured glasses of Southern Comfort then started the future round of lovemaking and incest."When did you make love you wanted me for veridical ?"

Zina sipped her swallow, looked into my eyes for a few instant,"When you told me you were coming home for my natal day. I had a newsflash vision of hugging you at the airport and felt a uncivilized thrill in my stomach. A 100 % pure sexual charge. Mom had told me how she would welcome you home before, and when I felt the Benjamin Rush, I knew that was how I wanted to welcome you back too. From that night on dad, you were my prince coming to arouse me with a kiss, not my pa. You told me you wanted to stimulate my birthday peculiar, well I knew how special 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 Natalie Wood on the coal, I watched her. She was wearing tegument tight stone washed, attenuated jeans, a easygoing red Kashmir pullover 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 ramification and sat on my knees, facing me. She put her ice on the end mesa, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulders. Zina and I shared a few subdued moments then she leaned to me and put her lip on mine. The tip of her tongue fenced lightly with mine for few second then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

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

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

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

"You know girl, you've been acting like you're going out with a lover, not your father. You've been in the swarm for days, if I didn't know serious, 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 indisputable what's in your head right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're feeling. I felt the Lapplander way for year, every time he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff her, my denial got stuck in my mouth so I turned and walked away, acting like she'd insulted me. Mom didn't say anything more, but I'm fairly sure she knows, she can read me like a large print Holy Writ sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my bureau, her weapon around my neck. I kissed the skin of her shoulder and slipped my mitt under her jumper and unlatched her bra. I moved my deal around to cup a breast then pinched the tit in my fingers. Zina sipped a light breathing time and put her back talk on mine again. When I broke the buss she mused,"Maybe she is covetous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act jealous last Night, she looked proud of you. You really conceive she would want to get back under blankets with me again ?"

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

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

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

"Exclusive right ?"

She chirped a quick laugh,"Not tonight."I stood from the lounge, picked up my daughter then carried her to the bedchamber.

I set her on the level where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to cool down the pyrexia of passionateness. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her dead body then she pulled my question to her breasts. 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 oral cavity then urged me off her tits and placed her sass over mine. Zina flexed her perfumed tasting tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her arms enveloped me, firm young breasts crushed between us. My hands were busybodied roaming over her body, head, neck opening, and back. I paid especial tending to her legs, caressing them from knee to ass. I was awed by the smooth steadiness of her cutis, by the heating system radiating from her.

I needed to savor her, I needed to deplete the cacoethes flowing from her so I moved down, between her branch and frenched kissed the top of her body fracture. Zina exhaled a moan, bent her articulatio genus gamey then put her fingers in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my hair while I brought her to a offset climax with my tongue on her clit. I rolled to my back and pulled her over me, she was lying on my legs, stomach and chest, she locked her sassing on my oral cavity. My granite heavily cock lifted against her smoldering shot as I pulled her thighs apart for access to my daughter 's throbbing young eubstance. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her hip joint off me and let me slip into her again. She was soaked with desire so my penetration was swift and thrilling. I humped, she gasped, and together we began a total annihilation of the father / girl kinship.

I fucked her longer than thirty instant, under her, over her, behind her then we would pause for a perceptiveness of the other, my head between her legs, her month keeping me punishing ; Zina shook several times with sexual climax. For the finale of the act I rolled her to her back, pushed up on my arms until my erection was the sole connection to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her cunt. The sight and spirit of her Father's cock and clump between her legs set blast to my daughter, she burst into flaming from the passion. The final coming ripped from her clit and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to rest. I responded and came with her in a foresightful serial publication of explosive contractions. She stared into my eye as I groaned out her gens then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with exertion, panting for cool off air. The pillows had been knocked to the floor, the sheets a crumpled cumulus under their enlace branch."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could sense like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even amend than in conclusion night"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My daughter and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the intense sexual high. Her body was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bathroom to strip up while I went to the kitchen for iced tea. She met me there then we went to the front line porch of the mansion, we were wearing robes, nix else. She and I sat under the canopy of whizz and talked more about her futurity, 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 meet my absences alone. I couldn't be there for her so I let her go."You know that my job as overseas correspondent is almost done, I've been promoted to the New York office, I won't be traveling near as a great deal after next calendar month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

"Daddy, that would be so cool, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so a lot, 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 mob social unit again."

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

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

My daughter looked at me, life-threatening,"Dad, this is my weekend, my natal day gift to myself. I'm moderately 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 palpate you again and if the only when 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 land it up. After tomorrow you and I will be father and daughter again, I love what we are doing and I'll cherish the computer memory of this weekend, but I'm not looking for a permanent thing, not with you, not like this."Zina picked up her sound 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 sound 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 .