“I love kissing you so much,” murmured Emma against her father’s lips.“I know,” he said. He was confused enough by drink and lust to be awar... he should stop this, but was unwilling to do so.“I love this, too,” she said, rocking her hips to rub her panties against his bulge. She’d worn a short skirt to the party. It now covered where she was rubbing.“You shouldn’t,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t,” he corrected.“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s a special celebration ... just for tonight.”“Okay,” he. “Hi, Paul,” I breathe, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Would you like a drink?” “Sure,” he says. “Do you have vodka?” “Vodka,” I smile, “My kind of man.” I pour his drink and hand it to him. He tosses it back quickly and I give him a refill. It’s obvious he’s nervous. “So…Nikki…what is this all about? Why did you invite me here?” “Well, Paul…to be honest, I didn’t just invite you. Is that a problem?” “Who else did you invite?” “Just a few of the neighbors.” “The neighbors. I had been gone the whole week and I wasn't due to return until Friday. But we'd busted our butts and gotten finished late that Thursday afternoon, and I was so eager to return to Jeanette's waiting arms that I changed my plans and drove on home that night.The first inkling I had of trouble was when I called the house and Jeanette sounded out of breath, and there was a sultry slur to her voice like she was a little drunk and had been on the receiving end of pleasure.That by itself wouldn't have. But the height of slab was not sex friendly; her pussy was placed a few inches above my cocks height. I looked around and there was that small plastic stool. I grabbed it and stood over it and now I was able to get access to her pussy.And then it started as if there was a motor fixed onto my body. Mom had opened her legs wide and I started to give fast thrusts. We did it for 3-4 minutes and I heard a sound “thud.” It was the stool over which I was standing. The helpless plastic stool had a cut.