I had a date with my girl. A real date, with Broadway Show tickets and dinner qualification at Raoul's, one of the finest eatery in the urban center. It was her birthday and I wanted it to be special for her. She was on the leaflet of adulthood so I was determined to process her like an adult woman ; to feed her a night on the town she would cherish for the rest of her living.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for calendar week at a time. My job as a worldwide newsperson kept me moving from urban center to city, land to commonwealth. I've been to some of the most alien places on the planet, but I've also had to endure some of the most down trodden and destitute. While I was often globetrotting, my family sat in the suburbia of New York and struggled to exist without me. My wife finally gave up waiting up nighttime for a Call and started accepting calls from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three eld. My daughter was more patient, she was always happy to verbalize to me and coming home base to her was the ultimate joy in my sprightliness. She didn't hesitate to bring me up to date on school, supporter and her life in ecumenical. Even though we were often continent apart, my girl and I were always very ending. And that is why, on her natal day, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be home. I was going to nominate her Eighteenth birthday very exceptional.

"I'm coming"she called out as she stepped to the top of the step. I was standing at the bottom looking up, entranced by the young fair sex descending from the minute floor. She was wearing a pitch-black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the bird cut across her ramification at a modest mid-thigh, the curves and shape of her branch below the doll jolted my eyes, the form of her upper thighs under the thin black material magnetized my male attending. My regard drifted up her pegleg to follow the curvature of her hips, over the swell of her ass to a shank I could traverse with one paw. The top of the lace dress cut evenly across her breasts ; it revealed no cleavage but that wasn't necessity. Her breasts stood fully without the assistance of a bra ; the clothes held them firmly. There was a single thin strap holding the garb in space but it didn't go up and over her articulatio humeri on each side. The strap attached to the side of meat of the dress at the bust line then crossed from left to compensate, right to leave. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck, which would think of her rachis was bare of any cloth above the top of the clothes.

I tore my eyes off my daughter's body to look at the rest of her. She wore sheer nylon and disastrous stiletto dog about three in high-pitched. The open toed shoes were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic dash leather straps forming Xs on each side of her ankles. Bright red nail polish highlighted her fundament, it matched the colour of her fingernails. Along with the dress shoulder strap around her neck, she had a light amber chemical chain from which hung a good luck charm shaped as a butterfly. The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a hint of the makeup she wore, but her lips looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long dark hairsbreadth split up over her right shoulder and fell to even with her belly button. Golden hoop earrings completed my girl's evening article of clothing. In the few seconds it took me to measure my escort for the night, she stepped to the derriere of the stairs,"I'm ready."

My god the missy was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a father should receive been to reject how she looked, how she would sham men and boy of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should commute the date, just ride out home, keep her out of batch. She is just over 5'9, and in the heels she was eye stage with me, she put her hired 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 Au leafage ‘ Z'on the lid from my sack and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to obtain a one-inch band 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 favourable concatenation,"A necklace ? My initial ? Oh dad, it's beautiful, I love it. Put it on me please."She turned her back to me.

Zina lifted her hair and bent her head teacher to make me access to put the new chain around her neck. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my fingers brushed her neck opening, I saw a light eruption of gooseflesh on her skin. Necklace in blank space, my girl spun, put her blazonry around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a foyer mirror and checked her icon,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a bettor match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said good night to my ex who was smiling with superbia with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or hold on my mouth shut. For the starting time meter in my lifetime the Book ‘ sexy'and ‘ girl'formed a bingle idiomatic expression and I didn't want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her especial 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 take into the city, we can talk without my cussing out the traffic."

Zina chirped a promptly laugh,"Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to secern you what I want to do when I graduate adjacent month."That reminded me that my daughter was penny-pinching to finishing high schooltime. At the tender age of 17 she became a older, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy league university based on her academic skills.

My daughter and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the soil and people, I was silently glad she didn't have to suffer the same portion as the girls her age in the tribe, she would have been a female parent three or four times over already, in all probability with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few hebdomad of school and programme for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summer long road slip to several home parks.

I had tickets for the musical Phantom of the opera house. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn't know where we were going and managed to keep her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to make out but I kept it secret until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her hilarity, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek,"Really, shadow of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the moment was the calf love of her breasts on my chest, the smell of her perfume. It was a fleeting mavin, a pure masculine present moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open room access of the car and offered Zina my handwriting. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the skirt rode richly on her thigh, I caught a glimpse of pale thigh above the top of her hose, and Negro satin panties. Not only did my heart get a treat, I felt my junkie shiver. Again, forbidden persuasion surged to the forefront of my mind. I was slowly succumbing to the appeal of the Cy Young cleaning lady.

Zina waited near the theater entrance while I spoke with the driver. I hadn't idea of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a vernal cleaning lady spurred another thought, if I was going to plow her as a woman, not my child, we should wassail her birthday. I slipped the driver adequate Johnny Cash to buy a feeding bottle of Champaign to have got in the car when we returned from the appearance. My opinion were not lubricious, but another quotation to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my daughter had time to divagate the lobby and view the splendid architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a exhibit of masks and prop for the show I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine-coloured. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"wine-coloured ? Really ? What if someone sees ?"

I smiled down on her,"Don't concern about it, tonight you look a lot Thomas More mature than eighteen, no one is going to query you having a drink. You have had wine before, haven't you ?"I was pretty for sure her mother let her sip wine at domicile once in a while.

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

"Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this field of operations and no one would suspect you are to a lesser extent than twenty-one."

She gave me a delightful smiling then leaned to me, kissed my impudence and said so no one else could hear,"You are the only man I want to adorn tonight ; I love you dad."Her whisper easygoing breath on my ear sent another unvoluntary shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a smear of red colour off my cheek with her finger.

She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When intermission was called, I led her back to the bar for another crank of wine. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performing artist and the songs. She finished her wine then asked for another, to take back for the second one-half. I was hesitant at foremost but gave in when she locked her big cat valium centre on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can handle it."

The second base half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My centering wasn't on Christine or the spectre, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter's legs. The midi-dress was riding high on her thighs, near the junction of her ramification. She was animated as she followed the game, every clip she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the doll inching senior high school, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare cutis. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the don was growing more and More aware of the alluring young female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her clothing and constitution to lure me, rather than accompany me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a really date, not out for birthday jubilation. My persuasion shamed me, but my cock has no conscience, it was beginning to react to her as a char, not as my child.

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

Her pick of Word of God encouraged another agile illusion as I replied,"dinner party, I hope you like Raoul's, it is supposed to be good."

Her center sparkled, she smiled, licked her amphetamine lip and said"We could go to beefburger mogul and if you are with me, it would be perfect."

"I don't like Burger male monarch ; their fries are too bland."

"Then you better take me somewhere Nice"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eye were locked on her back, she was taking long strides on the high bounder which caused her hips to rock provocatively with each gradation ; my dick took a deep intimation, she definitely wasn't a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip rubric and oculus in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a fantastic Nox so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her sass as she spoke and had to fight back down an urge to buss the words from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the world, all my expenses are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my even remuneration but almost never tint it, I don't need to. The last-place sentence I spent a flock of money is when I bought my house in New harbor. Don't worry 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 corner of my mouth with her fresh glossed lips, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my lead bridge player in hers. She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her hand covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eyes. The medallion of my mitt was covering the hem of the garb, my finger were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the evening broke unloose of weakened moral restraints and warmed my balls. My peter began to gain some serious weighting. I was self-conscious of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to impress my hand from Zina's leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in office. The silent invitation to go on my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn't feel my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quiet with her eyes closed.

At the restaurant I was again treated to the Saame perspective I got at the theater, only the second time it seemed to take up her a bit yearner to emerge from the car, giving me two extra bit of bare thigh and ignominious step-in. As I held her mitt she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter grinning, but the intimate smile of a woman for a man she is attracted to. The kick of blood to my head made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my brain.

I ordered wine, the sommelier did not waffle or interrogate my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future tense at the University then turned to my job. It was a formula conversation without intimacy or hide meaning. We sipped wine for the entire two hour we enjoyed the hanker, brilliant dinner. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her head on my berm as we walked to the car. Her fuzz was brushing my impertinence, her nearness was creating havoc in my brief. It was near midnight and I could tell the farsighted eventide had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the excitement and several glasses of wine-coloured. It was time to pack her house.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the transcription for her birthday night, my ex suggested I take her to New Haven, to my seat after the field of operations and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my house often when I was between assignments, she had her own room, so the trace was neither strange nor wrong. Since the limo driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute drive. I opened the door of the in-car ice chest and pulled out the bubbly,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my girl. She examined the recording label while I found two flute then we opened the bottle and toasted her birthday once more.

When her glass was hollow, she asked me to pour out another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. The smoked glass blocked the drivers survey of the back of the car. Zina turned to face me on the opposite place, took her glass and tilted it as a salute and sipped. Facing me like that, the short dress revealed to the highest degree of her foresightful shapely legs, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the dress, the phantasm between her leg barely concealed the top of her second joint. My peter warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cosy. I needed to cool down off, to put some blank space between me and the daughter. I leaned back into the corner of my tail and averted my eyes. It didn't work. Zina moved from her seat and sat future to me then said"Daddy, this has been almost the most arrant appointment I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the middle, she sounded uneasy when she said"but I want it to be exactly perfect, can I have one More present ?"

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

She didn't say a Good Book as her handwriting went to my waist, to my belt. In less clip it took for the jar of what she was doing to consume me, my girl was tugging my zipper down. It was an automatic rifle reflex action to grab her hand and force it away from my pants. Zina shook me off, slapped my fingers lightly the went back to work on my zipper while seducing me with her eyes. She opened my pants then arched off the seat and pulled her panties down and off her legs. Zina rose up, threw her right leg over my thighs then settled down on me. I was looking at her strapless back as she rocked her pelvic girdle, my half-swollen hammer swelled rapidly to go an erection. I lifted her by the shank so my cock could fend then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a long breath, looked over her shoulder, swept her retentive hair from her face 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 world-class time she'd been fucked. I did not disapprove, I was relieved I didn't hurt her, that she knew what she wanted and how to get it. All the misgivings I'd been having about my intellection for her all night vanished in the time it took me to lunge into her. We started the date as daddy and daughter but we were ending it as man and woman. I held Zina's shank then she and I ventured into a new proportion of our relationship.

She was unbelievably hot, I felt like I'd put my erection in an oven but the oven was wet, tender, thrilling. Zina rolled her rose hip, sliding on me while I reclined on the arse watching her vertebral column. I lifted the dress and watched her butt nerve moving and my peter swelled even further. I put a bridge player around her waist, over her leg then searched for the push button at the top of her slit. When I felt the bump, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her clit while her passion built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for several moments then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my leg and put her weapon around my neck, her tits flattened on my chest,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

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

She pulled her 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 mouth on mine and started a fervor with her lips. She broke the kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still severely erection. She put a finger tip on the end of it, bent it down slightly then smiled when it bounced back after she moved the finger. Zina said"We should put that away before we get home."

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

My girl chirped a quick giggle,"No way, that was just a teasing dad, my birthday weekend won't be over until Sun night."She pecked me softly on the lips again then went to work, forcing my concentrated cock back into my drawers. 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 grip and wiped the lipstick off my facial expression.

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 bathroom, I pulled off my clothes and put on a night robe. My stopcock was anticipating the coming dark so it was strong, tall and majestic, making a big collapsible shelter in the front of the gown. My girl came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel from breasts to thighs, she was chuckling,"What ?"I asked.

"I forgot my panties in the car, the number one wood is going to get a daze when he cleans it tomorrow."

"I doubt it, I'm moderately sure that car has been used as bedchamber before."

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

I pulled Zina to my weapons system, wrapped her ass with my manpower and pulled her against the evidence of my lust. She ground her groin on my erection, put her hands around my neck opening and her rima oris over mine. When we broke apart to breathe, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the golden nookie founder in the world."

"He might recount someone."

"beauty, if he did, he could mislay the trust of a lot of clients. A comment on Facebook about his lax talk would pop his job. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me lead her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my shoulder joint then my daughter and I stepped back to calculate at the other. I thought when I saw her coming down the stairs was the highlight of my evening, but I was wrong. The eighteen-year-old woman standing in social movement of me in nature's resplendency caused my rip to boil, my warmness was tripping, my erecting thudded with desire. I put my mitt on her nerve then slid them down to her shoulder joint and urged her to turn away. When her rachis was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her invertebrate foot were on the trading floor, I stepped to her then slue my turncock between her branch 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 min then withdrew and we got onto the bed. Before I slipped into her again, I had to ask,"Do I need to be careful, I have some condoms ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be okay but, just to be double sure enough, 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 stairs. My turncock grew even more, my lust triumphed over any rest feelings of Fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual creature ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

evening though I was as hot as a teenager to do it my girl, I knew I couldn't climax in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a pauperism to fuck the lady friend until she couldn't take anymore. I was her pappa, I'd been her hero her stallion sprightliness, I wanted to make sure she wouldn't variety those cerebration and tactual sensation by being a fasting, filthy fuck.

My cock was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her body, my formal slapping her buttocks 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 men to get hold of the pillow her head was on, her farsighted glossy brown hair spread across the pillow looked like angel's wings over her shoulders, framing her mind and cheek. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the dark parsimony of the elbow room. We mated with abandon, taking all we could from the former. She was heaving and bend, offering me her soundbox and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to higher and gamy layer of demand and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went stiff as a board, her eyes flew open and she drew in a retentive hoarse breath. Her eye focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the climax exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million glow flares of ecstasy that set off intense hell everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsing vernal cleaning lady beneath me and my balls gave up the conflict. My cock swelled even harder then began to convulse as I injected blastoff of lava hot semen into the beautiful young woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her hips against my groyne, her physical structure absorbing all I had to give.

I was covered with sweat, unable to have got myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breathing spell I could get. She twisted her head to me, her tomentum was matted and muffle, her fount flushed hot, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped for fresh air,"Oh my god dad, I never had sex that hot before !"We lay incline by side of meat, I watched golden Z shifting on her peel as her breasts shook. She shivered with an aftershock sexual paroxysm, rolled her head to me then asked,"Do you hate me yet ?"

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

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

The trill of Zina's phone woke us in the early afternoon, her mother was calling. While she was telling her mom about the night on the town, I went to piss then came back to bed with her. As she and her female parent talked my peter again reacted to the impertinent new female person and stiffened. I pushed her to her position, probed between her legs 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 erection then got off the bed. We got up, cleaned up and made ready for the day.

We were sitting on a work bench at the marina watching sea dame and boats. Until that second neither of us had brought up the subject of sex, of what happened the night before, but I was odd, why did my girl so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her option of wearing apparel, the provocative movement and motion, the insidious flirting while we talked all combined into a night of concealment, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was clear my girl wanted me to choose her to bed and fuck her. Why ? I turned to her on the bench,"What was finish Nox about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her eyes for a secondment then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to make love to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so a good deal it hurts my heart and in the terminal couple of years I would make up stories of how you would raceway to my deliverance and pull through me from missing you. At commencement it was just pretending things like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your clock time with me. When you did get along dwelling house, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as daddy and girl. You did rescue me from missing you, my substance 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 of the fireplace drinking wine, you guys had been divorced two old age 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. when you were dating, the time before you got this job, how it was a struggle to pay bank bill, how the three of us were so tight, so together. She was happy in those days. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in different ways. I missed my daddy ; she missed her devotee. She told me one night after two bottleful of wine that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was variety of embarrassed at foremost, I was sixteen and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our sleeping room. That foremost nighttime we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was variety of mortified to learn about how you two screwed, but by the time we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to hear more."

"Your female parent misses me, missed me ?"

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

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

"After that it was like she had turned on a switching, we would have some wine then mom would start more narrative of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing bout the night she told me about the first clip she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to pick out her home so she could change her clothes."

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

"She told me she was wearing full bodied white cotton plant panty with pinko and disconsolate elephants printed on them. She was so pock you would calculate at them and laugh at her. Mom said the side by side day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new single. God it was funny the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first fourth dimension I felt an interest in you as a man was when she was telling me how she damn near raped you every night for hebdomad until she got pregnant with me. I had pictures in my pass of your erecting cuming in mom and got spasm in my stomach. Not bad muscle spasm, they were consummate sexual, they felt undecomposed. That was the first meter I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more titillating, she would tell me how you fucked her, how she fucked you."Zina paused to await over the bay, took a refreshing breather then finished,"Over the following few month mom told me everything ; about even sex, oral exam sex, and the kinky poppycock you used to do for XIV years, until the divorce. In nastiness of me being your daughter, she didn't hold back any closed book or inside information. 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 crook 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 fussy as Inferno. I spent a lot of nights with my fingers in me, imagining they were your digit. I think it was you in my mind when I started having sex with Seth. He and me did it for a dyad of calendar month then I dumped him and started going to bed with Ricky. Ricky reminded me of you, he looked like you, he is about the Lapplander size. Even his representative was you. I fucked him a lot because it was you, not him, with me."Zina put her mitt on my arm,"I have to pee and this Bench is getting hard on my cigarette, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

After dinner that even, she and I poured methamphetamine of Southern puff then started the next daily round of love and incest."When did you know you wanted me for existent ?"

Zina sipped her drink, looked into my eyes for a few instant,"When you told me you were coming abode for my natal day. I had a heartbeat imaginativeness of hugging you at the airport and felt a wild thrill in my stomach. A 100 % pure sexual shudder. Mom had told me how she would welcome you home before, and when I felt the thrill, I knew that was how I wanted to receive you back too. From that nighttime on dad, you were my prince coming to wake me with a kiss, not my papa. You told me you wanted to make my birthday special, well I knew how special I wanted it to be. I started seducing you that day."My daughter got off the lounge and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put wood on the embers, I watched her. She was wearing peel tight stone washed, fade jeans, a soft red Jammu and Kashmir pullover and 2"pumps. She was even more tempt than the Night before in the midi-dress. My prick began to anticipate the dead body beneath the wearable. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my stage and sat on my knees, facing me. She put her chalk on the end table, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulders. Zina and I shared a few quiet mo then she leaned to me and put her lips on mine. The tip of her tongue fenced lightly with mine for few seconds then she pulled back,"I think mom knows what I was planning."

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

"I think she knows, or suspect. She went with me when I bought the dress and shoe and when I was looking at intimate apparel she asked, ‘ Why are you being so choosey 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 garb, new place, 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 solar day, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're going to seduce him."

"I had to resist, ‘ 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 oral sex right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're flavor. I felt the like way for geezerhood, every clip he came home from a long trip.'I didn't rebuff her, my self-renunciation got stuck in my mouth 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 read me like a heavy mark book of account sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my bureau, her weaponry around my neck. I kissed the skin of her shoulder and slipped my hands under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a titty then pinched the nipple in my finger's breadth. Zina sipped a dismount intimation and put her rima oris on mine again. When I broke the kiss she mused,"Maybe she is jealous that I am with you and she isn't."

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

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

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

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

"Exclusive rights ?"

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

I set her on the trading floor where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to cool the pyrexia of cacoethes. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her body then she pulled my head to her white meat. I suckled her breasts as she gripped my whisker. I caught a tit between my teeth and flicked my natural language rapidly across it. She quivered under my mouth then urged me off her tits and placed her back talk over mine. Zina flexed her sweet tasting tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her arms enveloped me, firm immature breasts crushed between us. My hands were busy roaming over her consistency, read/write head, neck, and back. I paid special attention to her legs, caressing them from knee to ass. I was awed by the smooth firmness of her skin, by the heat radiating from her.

I needed to taste her, I needed to have the passion flowing from her so I moved down, between her legs and frenched kissed the top of her consistence crack. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her articulatio genus high then put her finger's breadth in my tomentum. She gripped and tugged on my hair while I brought her to a first climax with my tongue on her clit. I rolled to my back and pulled her over me, she was lying on my pegleg, tum and thorax, she locked her lips on my mouth. My granite difficult cock lifted against her smoldering pass as I pulled her thighs apart for admission to my daughter 's throbbing untried consistency. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her hips off me and let me dislocate 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 prospicient than thirty hour, under her, over her, behind her then we would intermit for a taste of the early, my head between her legs, her month keeping me hard ; Zina shook several clock time with orgasms. For the stopping point of the act I rolled her to her book binding, pushed up on my branch until my erection was the only connection to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her puss. The sight and feel of her father's cock and balls between her legs set fire to my daughter, she burst into flame from the heat. The final sexual climax ripped from her clitoris and caromed through her, bouncing endlessly as she tried to breathe. I responded and came with her in a long serial of volatile compression. She stared into my center as I groaned out her name then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with sweat, panting for aplomb air. The pillows had been knocked to the level, the sheets a crumpled heap under their entwined legs."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could experience like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even meliorate 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. Her consistence was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the bathroom to clean up while I went to the kitchen for iced tea. She met me there then we went to the nominal head porch of the house, we were wearing gown, nothing 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 divorcement, I didn't want the divorce, I did it because I didn't want my wife to stand my absences alone. I couldn't be there for her so I let her go."You know that my job as abroad newspaperwoman is almost done, I've been promoted to the New York office staff, I won't be traveling near as a great deal after next month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to know ?

"dad, that would be so cool, 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 compressed family unit again."

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

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

My 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 indisputable 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 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 bring it up. After tomorrow you and I will be father and daughter again, I love what we are doing and I'll cherish the remembering 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,"margin 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 hand encouraged another erection .