Winnie arched her back, pressing her chest into him, pulling her head under his chin and raising her butt into the air, like a cat searching out scratches. She closed her eyes and resumed her position with her forehead cradled against her father’s neck. Even though he had never made her feel embarrassed about her body, in this position, seeing all the sloppy cum and spit dripping down her flat chest, she at last fully understood the taboo nature of their age gap and their incestuous fornication. While she was down there, she also felt the turgid pole lodged between her labia. It wasn’t just his daughter who was making a choice. Max knew he had her now. “Yes, I liked doing it with you, too. Just blunt enough and fat enough at the bottom end to use as a makeshift sex toy. Max couldn’t help but gaze at his girl as she rolled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then who is Mommy?”
Winnie thought for a moment and a sly grin spread across her tired face.
