I had a date with my daughter. A real number date, with Broadway Show tickets and dinner reservations at Raoul's, one of the hunky-dory restaurants in the metropolis. It was her birthday and I wanted it to be special for her. She was on the leaflet of maturity so I was determined to treat her like an adult womanhood ; to move over her a night on the townspeople she would cherish for the rest of her life story.

As Zina was growing up, I was often gone for calendar week at a metre. My job as a worldwide newsman kept me moving from metropolis to metropolis, country to nation. I've been to some of the most alien places on the major planet, but I've also had to brook 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 married woman finally gave up waiting up nights for a call and started accepting birdcall from men who were not 11000 miles away. We had been amicably divorced three years. My daughter was more patient, she was always felicitous to mouth to me and coming household to her was the ultimate joy in my life. She didn't hesitate to bring me up to particular date on school day, friends and her life in universal. Even though we were often continents apart, my girlfriend and I were always very tightlipped. And that is why, on her birthday, I extracted myself from a tribal war in Africa to be home plate. 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 stern looking up, entranced by the Danton True Young woman descending from the instant floor. She was wearing a black figure-hugging spaghetti strap midi-dress. The hem of the wench cut across her legs at a low mid-thigh, the bender and contours of her ramification below the dame jolted my eyes, the form of her upper thighs under the lose weight fateful material magnetized my virile aid. My gaze drifted up her legs to stick with the curve of her hips, over the swell of her ass to a waist I could cross with one hand. The top of the lacing dress cut evenly across her white meat ; it revealed no segmentation but that wasn't necessary. Her chest stood fully without the help of a bra ; the apparel held them firmly. There was a one slim strap holding the dress in place but it didn't go up and over her shoulder on each incline. The strap attached to the sides of the wearing apparel at the female chest line then crossed from left to right, right to go forth. It formed a wide X above her breasts then looped around her neck opening, which would mean her spinal column was bare of any material above the top of the dress.

I tore my eyes off my daughter's body to face at the rest of her. She wore sheer rayons and black stiletto dog about three inches gamey. The open toed shoes were fastened to her feet with Hellenistic trend leather straps forming Xs on each English of her ankles. Bright red nail polish highlighted her metrical foot, it matched the coloring of her fingernails. Along with the dress shoulder strap around her neck opening, she had a light gold chain from which hung a appealingness 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 Saame hue as her nails. Long disconsolate whisker split over her good shoulder joint and fell to even with her navel. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter's evening wear. In the few seconds it took me to valuate my date for the night, she stepped to the bottom of the step,"I'm ready."

My god the girlfriend was beautiful, and she was right, she was cook. For anything. My obligation as a founding father should have been to reject how she looked, how she would involve men and son of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should change the date, just stay home, sustain her out of vision. She is just over 5'9, and in the blackguard she was eye layer with me, she put her bridge player on my arm and asked,"Are we going dad ?"

"Not yet, I have something for you."I pulled a round off wooden jewellery box with a gold leaf ‘ Z'on the lid from my pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to get a one-inch Mexican valium 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 aureate chain,"A necklace ? My initial ? Oh dad, it's beautiful, I love it. Put it on me please."She turned her back to me.

Zina lifted her hair and bent her head to give me access to put the new chain around her neck. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my digit brushed her neck, I saw a dismount eruption of goosebumps on her peel. Necklace in place, my daughter spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my face. She went to a hall mirror and checked her picture,"This looks much better with the earrings,"she gushed,"a substantially match."She turned to me,"It's beautiful."

I said in force night to my ex who was smiling with superbia with how she had raised and groomed the alluring stripling girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or maintain my back talk shut. For the first prison term in my animation the word ‘ sexy'and ‘ daughter'formed a ace musical 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 number one wood ?"

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

Zina chirped a quick gag,"Great, we have a lot to spill about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month."That reminded me that my girl was close to finishing high school school. At the tender age of 17 she became a senior, 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 urban center. I told her of my current assignment, the precondition of the state and mass, I was silently happy she didn't have to suffer the Same fate as the young lady her age in the kin, she would have been a mother three or four clock time over already, likely with unlike men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few calendar week of schooltime and plans for the summertime. She and her mother were going on a summer long road tripper to several national parking area.

I had tickets for the musical comedy 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 wonder at bay. I could severalize she wanted to be intimate but I kept it undercover until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquise and squealed her glee, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek,"Really, Phantom of the Opera ? ? I love it !"What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her breasts on my pectus, the scent of her perfume. It was a fugitive sense experience, a pure masculine import, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open threshold of the car and offered Zina my hand. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the wench rode high gear on her thighs, I caught a glimpse of picket second joint above the top of her hose, and calamitous satin scanty. Not only did my center get a kickshaw, I felt my Nut shiver. Again, prohibited thinking surged to the forefront of my mind. I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the young woman.

Zina waited near the dramaturgy entrance while I spoke with the driver. I hadn't thought of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another idea, if I was going to treat her as a woman, not my child, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the driver enough cash to buy a bottle of plain to have in the car when we returned from the show. My thoughts were not lustful, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself.

We were early, my daughter had time to meander the foyer and view the splendid architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masquerade party and props for the appearance I went to the grant and got two goblet of wine-colored. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said"Wine ? Really ? What if person sees ?"

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

Zina blushed slightly and admitted,"Yeah, mom and me sit at the open fireplace at Night sometimes and salute wine. That's when we have our C. H. Best mom and girl conversations."She looked up sharply,"But not on school nights."As an afterthought she added,"I look to a greater extent mature ?"

"Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could dress the arm of any man in this theater and no one would distrust you are less than twenty-one."

She gave me a delicious smile then leaned to me, kissed my buttock and said so no one else could hear,"You are the sole man I want to decorate tonight ; I love you dad."Her susurration soft breathing space on my ear sent another nonvoluntary shiver through my junkie. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly,"Oops, sorry,"then wiped a cytologic smear of red gloss off my brass 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine. Zina bubbled with exuberance about the orchestra, performer and the vocal. She finished her wine then asked for another, to take back for the second half. I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big green eyes on mine and assured me,"It's okay dad, I can handle it."

The second half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My stress wasn't on Christine or the specter, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter's leg. The midi-dress was riding gamy on her second joint, near the conjunction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the plot, every metre she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the annulus inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt ugly watching her, but I couldn't resist. The man within the father was growing more and more than aware of the alluring untested female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her wear and makeup to lure me, rather than company me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a real date, not out for birthday celebration. My thoughts shamed me, but my cock has no conscience, it was beginning to respond to her as a woman, not as my child.

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

Her alternative of Word encouraged another prompt phantasy as I replied,"dinner party, I hope you like Raoul's, it is supposed to be good."

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

"I don't like Burger King ; their fry are too bland."

"Then you better accept me somewhere dainty"she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eye were locked on her back, she was taking long tread on the high school heels which caused her coxa to rock provocatively with each stair ; my slit took a thick breathing space, she definitely wasn't a missy anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip color and eyes in a mirror, capped the constitution then turned to me,"Dad, this has been a grand Night so far, it must be costing you a fortune."

I watched her lips as she spoke and had to push down an impulse to buss the row from them. I answered,"When I'm on the job I travel all over the mankind, all my expense are paid, plus I get per diem and often wild job pay. I still get my regular wage but almost never extend to it, I don't need to. The shoemaker's last time I spent a heap of money is when I bought my sign in New Haven. 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 smiling, graced the corner of my mouth with her fresh gloss sassing, then leaned back on the buns of the car and took my left handwriting 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 palm of my manus was covering the hem of the dress, my fingers were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the evening broke free of soften moral restraints and warmed my musket ball. My cock began to realize some serious weight. I was self-conscious of where my bridge player was and what my addict were telling me, so I tried to affect my hand from Zina's leg but her digit tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The silent invitation to proceed my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn't palpate my caress, or she liked the caress ; either way, she remained quiet with her eyes closed.

At the eating house I was again treated to the same view I got at the theater, only the second base meter it seemed to demand her a bit longer to come forth from the car, giving me two extra moments of bare thigh and sinister pantie. As I held her hand she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the intimate smile of a char for a man she is attracted to. The hurry of stock to my heading made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my judgment.

I ordered wine, the wine steward did not hesitate or question my daughter's age. As she was sipping the predinner wine-colored 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 intimacy or out of sight meaning. We sipped wine-colored for the stallion two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hired hand around my arm and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my cheek, her nearness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could tell the yearn evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the upheaval and several shabu of wine. It was time to take her base.

When I was telling Zina's mother about the placement for her natal day Night, my ex suggested I take her to New Haven, to my situation after the dramatics and dinner. Zina could rest 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 unusual nor wrong. Since the limo driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute driveway. I opened the doorway of the in-car cooler and pulled out the champagne,"Want a night cap ?"I asked my daughter. She examined the label while I found two flutes then we opened the feeding bottle and toasted her birthday once more.

When her methamphetamine was hollow, she asked me to pour another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front of the passenger compartment and slid the wake window closed. The smoked glass blocked the device driver scene of the back of the car. Zina turned to face me on the polar rear end, took her chalk and tilted it as a salutation and sipped. Facing me like that, the short dress revealed well-nigh of her foresightful shapely stage, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the dress, the apparition between her legs barely concealed the top of her thighs. My cock warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, becoming too cozy. I needed to cool off off, to put some blank space between me and the girl. I leaned back into the quoin of my seat and averted my eyes. It didn't oeuvre. Zina moved from her seat and sat next to me then said"papa, this has been almost the most double-dyed escort I've ever been on,"she paused, looked me in the eye, she sounded nervous when she said"but I want it to be exactly stark, can I have one more present tense ?"

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

She didn't say a word as her custody went to my waistline, to my belt. In lupus erythematosus time it took for the shock of what she was doing to consume me, my daughter was tugging my zipper down. It was an automatic reflex to seize her hand and pull out it away from my pants. 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 hindquarters and pulled her scanty 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 hips, my half-swollen cock swelled rapidly to become an erection. I lifted her by the waist so my peter could suffer then lowered her slowly. As I penetrated her, Zina sighed out a long breath, looked over her shoulder, swept her hanker hair from her nerve and offered softly,"This is what I want."

She was wet, she was set up, and I pushed up into her easily. She didn't cry out ; she didn't resist me so I assumed this wasn't the start prison term 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 misgiving I'd been having about my thoughts for her all night vanished in the clock time it took me to hurl 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 family 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 articulatio coxae, sliding on me while I reclined on the tooshie watching her dorsum. I lifted the frock and watched her butt cheeks moving and my hammer swelled even further. I put a hand around her waistline, over her leg then searched for the clit at the top of her slit. When I felt the blow, I pressed on it, causing her to yip softly. From then on I rubbed her clit while her cacoethes built until she began to spasm. Zina gasped and shivered for respective present moment then slowly stopped moving. She lifted off my lap, turned to lie across my ramification and put her arms around my cervix, her tits flattened on my chest of drawers,"I love you daddy, please don't hate me."

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

She pulled her nous back, looked me directly in the eyes, judging my reaction to her then grinned,"I didn't even osculate you before we did that."She put her bright red glossed sassing on mine and started a fire with her sassing. She broke the candy kiss then pushed up and looked down on my still hard 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 fingerbreadth. 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 nimble 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 lips again then went to influence, forcing my hard cock back into my pants. She laughed lightly as my erection resisted her feat to squeeze 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 face.

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 sleeping room. While she went into the adjoining bathroom, I pulled off my clothes and put on a night robe. My cock was anticipating the coming dark so it was potent, marvelous and proud, making a big tent in the movement of the robe. My daughter came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel from breasts to thighs, she was chuckling,"What ?"I asked.

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

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

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

I pulled Zina to my arm, wrapped her ass with my manpower and pulled her against the evidence of my lust. She ground her seawall on my erection, put her hands around my neck and her backtalk over mine. When we broke apart to pass off, I said to her,"He'll think I'm the luckiest shtup Padre in the world."

"He might tell someone."

"Sweetheart, if he did, he could lose the trustingness of a lot of clients. A comment on Facebook about his wanton talking would drink down his business organization. He won't say anything."Zina smiled then let me lead her to bed. I pulled her towel off, shrugged my robe from my berm then my daughter and I stepped back to look at the former. I thought when I saw her coming down the stairs was the highlight of my evening, but I was incorrectly. The eighteen-year-old woman standing in front line of me in nature's glory caused my blood to furuncle, my heart was tripping, my hard-on thudded with desire. I put my helping hand on her nerve then slid them down to her shoulders and urged her to sprain away. When her back was to me, I pressed on her so she bent over the bed. She went to her stomach, her feet were on the floor, I stepped to her then slide my cock between her legs and in. Zina gurgled a low moan then my girl and I started an vivid, all Night birthday celebration. I screwed her a distich of minutes then withdrew and we got onto the bed. Before I slipped into her again, I had to ask,"Do I take to be careful, I have some rubber ?"

"Not tonight dad, I should be okay 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 here and now she came down the stairs. My shaft grew even more, my lust triumphed over any residual feelings of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual tool ; loving, lusting, giving, and taking.

eventide though I was as hot as a teenager to have sex my daughter, I knew I couldn't climax in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a pauperism to bed the girl until she couldn't take anymore. I was her daddy, I'd been her hero her entire liveliness, I wanted to create sure she wouldn't variety those view and feelings by being a fast, lousy fucking.

My hammer was sheathed in the steaming wet tunnel of her physical structure, my musket ball slapping her ass as we coupled. She was twisting and undulating under me, clutching my side of meat with both manpower, mewing when my cock slid across her clit. She moved her hired man to clutch the pillow her head was on, her long shiny brown hair spread head across the pillow looked like angel's backstage over her shoulders, framing her oral sex and face. We surrendered to the demands of nature, coupling passionately in the dark closeness of the room. We mated with abandon, taking all we could from the other. She was heaving and bending, offering me her body and I was thrusting and probing, taking her to gamy and higher levels of want and rapture. All of a sudden Zina went stiff as a instrument panel, her heart flew outdoors and she drew in a yearn hoarse breath. Her eyes focused on mine briefly then they glazed over as the orgasm exploded in her womb, fragmenting into a million glowing flares of cristal that set off intense blazes everywhere they landed. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her.



I looked down on the pulsing young woman beneath me and my balls gave up the combat. My cock swelled even harder then began to convulse as I injected shots of lava hot semen into the beautiful untested woman. I flooded her with cum as she slammed her hip against my groin, her torso absorbing all I had to fall in.

I was covered with elbow grease, unable to withstand myself up so I collapsed to the mattress beside her and fought for every breath I could get. She twisted her head to me, her hairsbreadth was matted and damp, her face 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 face by side, I watched favorable Z shifting on her peel 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 fuck me again, and again after that if we manage to stay on awake that long."My daughter 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 ahead of time afternoon, her mother was calling. While she was telling her mom about the Nox on the town, I went to piss then came back to bed with her. As she and her female parent talked my cock again reacted to the novel immature female and stiffened. I pushed her to her slope, probed between her stage and started slow fucking her while she talked. Zina lifted her leg over my thigh and let me love her until the shout 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 workbench at the marina watching sea wench and boats. Until that moment neither of us had brought up the guinea pig of sex, of what happened the Nox before, but I was queer, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me ? And she did, her option of dress, the provocative moves and gesture, the subtle flirting while we talked all combined into a Night of concealment, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was net my daughter wanted me to consume her to bed and fuck her. Why ? I turned to her on the bench,"What was finally Night about ?"

Zina flushed slightly, averted her eyes for a second then turned them back to me,"I wanted you to reach honey to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so a lot it hurts my heart and in the last match of old age I would piddle up narration of how you would race to my rescue and save me from missing you. At first it was just pretending affair like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your clock time with me. When you did come in rest home, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as daddy and girl. You did deliver me from missing you, my ticker didn't hurt when you were home. I think I loved it most when we went to Cannon Park and ate ice cream, it was just us, nobody else existed then.

"Then about a class ago mom and I were sitting in front of the open fireplace drinking wine, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could differentiate she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a while but she never talks about other men, she talks about you. About the early days when you were dating, the times before you got this job, how it was a conflict to pay notice, how the three of us were so tight, so together. She was felicitous in those days. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in unlike ways. I missed my papa ; 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 sleeping room. That first night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At for the first time, I was sort of abashed to hear about how you two screwed, but by the time we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to hear more."

"Your mother misses me, missed me ?"

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

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

"After that it was like she had turned on a permutation, we would have some vino then mom would start Thomas More stories of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so lots. I was laughing tears the dark she told me about the first fourth dimension she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to read her habitation so she could switch her clothes."

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

"She told me she was wearing total bodied white cotton panty with pink and drear elephants printed on them. She was so scared you would look at them and laugh at her. Mom said the next day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new ones. God it was mirthful the way she told it."

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

Zina giggled lightly then continued,"The first clock 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 fraught with me. I had pictures in my head of your erecting cuming in mom and got muscle spasm in my venter. Not bad spasm, they were pure sexual, they felt dear. That was the start time I wondered how it would finger 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 fresh breath then finished,"Over the adjacent few calendar month mom told me everything ; about regular sex, oral sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for fourteen days, until the divorcement. In spite of me being your girl, 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 program to me,"So how did conversations with your mother act into last night ?"

"I started fantasizing that I was mom, that you and me were married and screwing our behind off. I still hadn't been with any guy, but in my creative thinker, we were occupy as snake pit. I spent a lot of night with my finger's breadth in me, imagining they were your fingers. I think it was you in my head when I started having sex with Set. He and me did it for a couplet 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 voice was you. I fucked him a lot because it was you, not him, with me."Zina put her hired hand on my arm,"I have to pee and this bench is getting hard on my buttocks, let's go home."The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment.

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

Zina sipped her crapulence, looked into my centre for a few seconds,"When you told me you were coming rest home for my birthday. I had a flash vision of hugging you at the airport and felt a wild thrill in my stomach. A 100 % pure sexual kick. Mom had told me how she would receive you home before, and when I felt the rush, I knew that was how I wanted to welcome you back too. From that night on dad, you were my prince coming to wake me with a osculation, not my daddy. You told me you wanted to make my birthday extra, well I knew how especial 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 woodwind on the coal, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight Lucy Stone washed, faded jeans, a soft red cashmere pullover and 2"pump. She was even more beguiling than the night before in the midi-dress. My slit began to predict the trunk beneath the wearable. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my legs and sat on my stifle, facing me. She put her drinking glass on the end table, took mine from me, set it aside then hooked her hands over my shoulder. Zina and I shared a few placidity second then she leaned to me and put her backtalk 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 back,"What do you mean, she knows ?"

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

I had to deny her,"Oh mom, get literal, I just want everything to be new, new dress, new shoe, new underwear."

"You know girl, you've been acting like you're going out with a devotee, not your father. You've been in the clouds for sidereal day, if I didn't know punter, I'd say you're going to seduce him."

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

"She countered with, ‘ Zina, I don't know for sure as shooting what's in your head right now, but I'm pretty sure of what you're feeling. I felt the Lapp way for years, every prison term 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 pretty trusted she knows, she can show me like a large print book sometimes."My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest of drawers, her weapon around my neck. I kissed the tegument of her berm and slipped my hand under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my mitt around to cup a breast then pinched the nipple in my fingers. Zina sipped a light breath and put her oral fissure on mine again. When I broke the candy kiss she mused,"Maybe she is jealous that I am with you and she isn't."

"She didn't act jealous endure night, she looked proud of you. You really imagine she would desire to get back under blankets with me again ?"

Zina smiled,"Definitely, she'd declivity over for you on the spotlight if you just puffed a brightness 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 believe me, that alone gives her more rights to your body."

"Exclusive rights ?"

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

I set her on the base where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to cool the fever of rage. Zina pulled me to bed, I laid across her body then she pulled my head to her titty. I suckled her breasts as she gripped my hair. I caught a nipple between my teeth and flicked my tongue rapidly across it. She quivered under my lip then urged me off her tits and placed her lips over mine. Zina flexed her sweet tasting tongue, tickling the tip of mine as her arms enveloped me, firm Danton True Young breasts crushed between us. My hands were meddlesome roaming over her body, pass, neck, and back. I paid special attention to her ramification, caressing them from knee to ass. I was awed by the polish firmness of her skin, by the heat radiating from her.

I needed to savour her, I needed to consume the passion flowing from her so I moved down, between her ramification and frenched kissed the top of her consistence chap. Zina exhaled a groan, bent her knee joint gamy then put her finger in my hair. She gripped and tugged on my hairsbreadth while I brought her to a world-class climax with my lingua on her clitoris. I rolled to my rachis and pulled her over me, she was lying on my ramification, stomach and chest, she locked her brim on my mouth. My granite hard turncock lifted against her smoldering crack as I pulled her thighs apart for access to my daughter 's throbbing young body. She stopped sucking my mouth and pushed up, lifted her hips off me and let me slip into her again. She was soaked with desire so my insight was swift and thrilling. I humped, she gasped, and together we began a add annihilation of the Father of the Church / daughter kinship.

I fucked her longer than thirty moment, under her, over her, behind her then we would hesitate for a taste of the early, my head between her legs, her calendar month keeping me hard ; Zina shook several clip with orgasms. For the finish of the act I rolled her to her rear, pushed up on my arms until my erecting was the sole connection to her ; she watched as it plunged in and out of her cunt. The sight and feel of her father's cock and balls between her legs set ardour to my girl, she burst into fire 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 long serial publication of explosive contractions. She stared into my eyes as I groaned out her public figure then collapsed onto her.

We were covered with sweat, panting for aplomb air. The pillows had been knocked to the floor, the shroud a crumpled pile under their entwined leg."Oh my god dad, I never knew I could feel like this. I just got awesomely fucked, even undecomposed than net Nox"she smiled sexily in the dim light. My daughter and I cuddled and talked quietly while coming down from the vivid sexual highschool. Her body was sated for the moment, I was slowly recharging for her.

Zina went to the can to houseclean up while I went to the kitchen for iced tea. She met me there then we went to the front porch of the home, we were wearing robes, null 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 abide 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 situation, I won't be traveling near as much after future calendar month,"Should I start dating her again"I wanted to get it on ?

"daddy, that would be so nerveless, I don't like that you two are separated, I love you both so often, 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 sozzled phratry social unit again."

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

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

My daughter looked at me, serious,"Dad, this is my weekend, my natal day giving to myself. I'm reasonably sure mom knows what I'm doing, but I'm also for certain she hasn't protested or warned me off because in one way, I'm her proxy. She needs to find you again and if the exclusively 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 memory board 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 speech sound to my ear as Zina leaned over my lap then opened the gown, she cradled my bollock as her other helping hand encouraged another hard-on .