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About the early days when you were dating, the times before you got this job, how it was a struggle to pay bills, how the three of us were so tight, so together. She was happy in those days. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in different ways. I missed my daddy; she missed her lover. She told me one night after two bottles of wine that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was kind of embarrassed at first, I was sixteen and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedrooms. That first night we talked like Fucking that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was kind of embarrassed 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 sure 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 wine then mom would start more stories of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing tears the night she told me about the first time she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to take her home so she could change her clothes.” “Why would she want to change close if she was going to have sex with me?” “She told me she was wearing full bodied Blowjobs white cotton panties with pink and blue 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 funny the way she told it.” I thought about that night, it certainly wasn’t the pattern of her panties I was concentrating on, “I never noticed” I said. Zina giggled lightly then continued, “The sucking 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 pictures in my head of your erection cuming in mom and got cramps in my stomach. Not bad cramps, they were pure sexual, they felt good. That was the first time I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more erotic, she would tell me how you fucked her, how she fucked you.” Zina paused to look over the bay, took a refreshing breath then finished, “Over the next few months mom told me everything; about regular sex, oral sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for fourteen years, 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 teen 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 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 Hardcore 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. Just hope it is gone by tomorrow.” she then explain and had a frown. The Blowjobs futa erupted in me. teen “Yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “Change of plans.” I texted Katherine. The good news was he was back to his emotionless primal self – no more deflation and ennui. And she had her hands wrapped around her dad's two tightened-up butt-cheeks, and was firmly pulling his pelvis inward towards hers, trying to help him to penetrate her as deeply as possible--while she was busy orgasming her sucking own ass off, right along with him. Ryan kept saying, “Have you lost your damn mind? “But your Master should already know your hard limits. I asked him about these magazines when I found them under the mattress and he insisted he just enjoyed looking at nude women and that I shouldn't take it personally. "Yeah, typical is overrated." Oh Terry that is wonderful please keep doing that. I then told them that just a bit earlier that granddad was fucking my pussy, Steve was fucking my ass, and I was blowing my Fucking dad. He knew what that was for and was excited to get Hardcore his first heated bath in a couple of years. Yet something in her words and this whole experience made him want to believe. Oh god…what if I smell!