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“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 hell. I spent a lot of nights with my fingers in me, imagining they were your fingers. I think it was you in Hardcore my head when I started having sex with Seth. He and me did it for a couple 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 hand on my arm, “I have to pee and this bench is getting hard on my butt, let’s go home.” The enlightening conversation was done, for the moment. After dinner that evening, she and I poured glasses of Southern Comfort then started the next round of love and incest. “When did you know you wanted me for real?” Zina sipped her drink, looked into my eyes for a few seconds, “When you told me you were coming 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 thrill. Mom had told me how she would welcome 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 kiss, not my daddy. 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 sofa and went to the fireplace. As she bent to put wood on the embers, I watched her. She was wearing skin tight stone washed, faded jeans, a soft red cashmere pullover and 2” pumps. She was even more alluring than the night before in the midi-dress. My prick began to anticipate the body beneath the clothing. Having restocked the fire, she came back then straddled my legs and sat on my knees, facing me. She put her glass 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 moments 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 indian think she knows, or suspects. She went with me when I bought the dress and shoes and when I was looking at lingerie she asked, ‘Why are you being so choosy about panties, 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 dress, new shoes, new underwear.” “You know girl, you’ve been acting like you’re going out with lick a lover, not your father. You’ve been in the clouds for days, if I didn’t know better, 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 what’s teen in your head right now, but I’m pretty blowjob sure of what you’re feeling. I felt the same way for years, 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 pretty sure she knows, she can read me like a large print book sometimes.” My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest, her arms 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 breast then pinched the nipple in my fingers. Zina sipped a light breath and put her mouth on mine again. I stared Hardcore down the remaining five lick and a bit inches as I came back up for air, my virgin throat had never sucked cock before and this was a magnificent cock for a first time. I was being dry-humped. “You’re saying we can stay there if you can fuck Verity?” My brother would break in our teen daughter. About half of the meat girls go to specialty processing. After another round of our tongues battling for victory, blowjob without breaking the kiss, I got up, lifting Nicole off of me so I could get up without stopping what the indian both of us were so keen on doing. “That's what makes it so much fun. She uses the ‘red’ key to lock the door, taking it off the keyring and handing it to me. “She wanted to give me a blow job. It was a beautiful sight to see.