My daughter had never called me by my name. It was always Dad, or Daddy. As she bent over to put the dishes in the dishwasher I got up and walked to h...r. As she closed the dishwasher door I turned her around and with the wonderful scent of her hair in my nose I kissed her hard on the mouth. As I felt her soft lips against mine I reached around and put both of my hands on her tight ass. I felt no panties as my fingers ran across her bum. And then...she moaned into my kiss. “Oh I have wanted this. Army, and no extra holes in your body that the Good Lord didn’t issue as original equipment! YOU GOT THAT STRAIGHT?” I thundered at him. He just laughed at me and scooted out of the room.“You think that was clear enough?” I asked his mother.“Probably not,” she said with a smile.“I think I’ll show him a rerun of Heartbreak Ridge, where Clint Eastwood rips an earring out of a recruit’s ear. Maybe that will get through.” My wife rolled her eyes at that. “Wait until your daughters get in on the act. I grew up witnessing 'Facials and Cream-pies', from men who were neighbors, who's daughters I went to school with, I watched silently from my secluded hiding spot, as their fathers, some pillars within the church, traded their halos for horns, and penetrated my mothers hot flesh, as other held her open for their manhood's to enter and freely seed.The act of sex changes people, turns them from lambs of God, to monsters of Satan, my mother preached purity and chastity, then in the heat of desire,. I started to juggle them and pulled it closer to me. My hard cock was pocking her ass. I was going deep in her as crack. She was intentionally bumping her ass against my dick. I sat on the bed with her on her lap.She started to grind her ass over my dick. I got her to bend over her keens in doggy style and started slapping her butt. She wanted it rough and I was going to make her enjoy it. I pulled her salwar up and removed it.Now she was in her red bra with her lower payjama.We started to.