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My husband was deep-throated our daughter.As the title suggests, it happened in our kitchen, and ashamedly admit to letting it happen, watching with a deep fascination of seeing her in a different light, my baby girl had become a vamp, another person, strong and dominant, beautiful and sexual.It was on a Saturday morning, a beautiful sunny start to the day and my husband and I were breakfasting in the kitchen, and remarking to the reports in the morning press about the antics going-on in the ‘Big brother House’, TV series, where last night one of the younger girls had giving a boy a ‘Blow-Job’, on cam.The kitchen door swung open and our sixteen year old daughter walked in wearing her pajama top only, and a morning smile, I got a customary peck on the cheek, standing at the stove, and Daddy got a full kiss on the mouth, it was only later on I realized she had nothing on under her pajama top, was the start of her peculiar behavior.’Did you watch Big brother last night’, her father asked her, ‘Yeah’, she replied, ‘N gave D a blow-job on cam’, and continued to eat some toast, ‘Did you see her doing it’, he asked, ‘Everybody did Dad, it was on TV’, the she did a Simpson trademark ‘Doh’.He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, he was not a TV person so these shows go over his head, ‘But to do that on TV’, he continued, but our worldly wise daughter, at sixteen added, ‘She ruined it by gagging’, at that point I stopped and looked at her, as she casually continued eating after throwing that little gem into the fray.’What’s Gagging’, asked my curious husband, and before I could put the answer in adult terms, my daughter chimed in with a classic, ‘Doing a Linda Lovelace without throwing up’.I looked at her and noted as she sat at my husbands right hand side, perpendicular to him, her crossed leg was brushing his calf with her foot, she was didim escort caressing his leg with her foot in a nonchalant manner, and her father was relaxed with the physical contact they were making.’Have you seen that movie he asked her’, she smiled broadly, sure when I was ten, you kept it in the top right-hand drawer’, I turned to face the stove again, she was right, we used to watch it before going to bed and having sex.’I’m sorry’, he stammered, ‘your were never meant to be exposed to that sort of stuff’, he continued, our daughter shrugged it off, ‘That was the seventies, you would thing women would know how to suck one now’, and as I turned she was rubbing her foot against his leg as she stared into his face, sort of challenging him, it was then I sensed she was seeing her father as something else, she was needy and completely ignoring me, as if I was the past and she was the future, so I excused myself and suggested I take a shower, closing the kitchen door sufficiently to allow my to continue monitoring the situation which was developing between our daughter and her father.I moved away from the door, so my feet would not create a shadow from the in-streaming light from the hallway window, pressing hard against the wall, listening as the conversation intensified.Once I was out and away from them, he asked her if she was sexually active, ‘Yes Daddy’, she replied, adding, as if it made it more acceptable, ‘but I dont do it all the time’.’How old were you’, implying as to when she lost her virginity’, she took a sip of her coffee, ‘I was f******n Daddy, and I wanted to do it’, sounding a little perplexed with the intrusiveness of his questioning, ‘Ok, one more question, then we move on, who was it’.She sat silently and mused over his question, ‘It was an older man, one of my girlfriend’s father, and no names’, her escort didim answered was determined and final, and on hearing it I froze, because like my daughter, I had also fucked one of her friend’s father, and the feeling developing in the pit of my stomach suggested the same man had had both mother and daughter, I needed to know and made a mental note to find out.(A future blog to confess to our both meeting the same man)There was a silence between them, she had shut down the avenue of whatever she had been planning, and her father was silenced, but she was determined, ‘Are you mad at me Daddy’, her voice had gone little girlish ans I stole a look through the slit in the door where the hinges met the door frame, she was back to caressing his calf.’I am all growing up Daddy and I have needs, a woman’s needs, look’, and she rose and walked over the counter top and bent down to retrieve a cucumber from the veggies basket, unashamedly showing her nudity under the hem of her pajama top, as the hem rose high over her bum, sufficiently high enough to show her womanhood and anus, this area which had to be cleaned by him whenever changing her diaper, now took on a different guise, it glowed and pulsated, filled-out in her becoming a woman, its personality denied to fathers as she developed, but today she was showing it freely, and when she turned around to see him looking, she replied teasingly’, ‘Daddy you’re being naughty’, and went straight to him and sat facing him’ drawing her feet onto the spars of the high stool, causing her thighs to part, she was showing her father everything, and doing it in the most brazen fashion, ‘Watch this’, and he sat transfixed as his daughter lowered the cucumber down her throat, he watch the smooth flesh swell as it passed through her throat, 4, 5, 6, and finally 7, seven inches of vegetable didim escort bayan nestling inside her long slender throat, our daughter, Miss high school pageant queen, sitting deep-throating a cucumber with her legs open for her fathers entertainment, then she started to move it up and down, timing her breathing, before withdrawing the sexually substituted object, ‘Its in the breathing Daddy’, and at that she rose and reached down and took hold of her fathers cock, ‘Let me please Daddy’, she spoke softly as she sank down onto her knees, taking him into her willing mouth and proceeded to blow him and very sensual way.My husband looked guiltily to the kitchen door, I was not to be seen, so he turned back to her and looked down on her bobbing blond hair, he looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes, God only knows what he was thinking with his cock in his daughters mouth, but clearly he had dissociated his parental disgust from the man being sucked by his daughter, she was obviously someone else, and clearly had no intention of breaking from her, it was then she pushed him, like the cucumber, in as deeply as she could get him, her tiny nose buried deep into his pubic hair, she had surpassed me, I could never swallow him like she was doing.She rose having thrilled him with the feeling so deep in her mouth, ‘Daddy, quickly before she returns, meaning me, she bent over the table her bubble butt at the right height and angle, he fucked her, in the same place as he fucked me, our daughter, the perverted young woman, her kinky sex with her father complete, folded a napkin on the high stool and sat on it, clearly her father had gone all the way and inseminated her, I burst through the door and everything was as I had left them, both father and daughter having a new understanding with each other, and I, armed with the new knowledge, also had a new understanding with my girl, neither hating or not loving her, but using her for my own sexual attraction, there were many men out there and she was an attraction they could not ignore, as you will all know in due time
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