"Not tired, incest my sweetie," she smiled. "I want to go home to bed--with YOU." She gently and lovingly tapped my crotch, and we both smiled, gazing soulfully, longingly into each other's eyes. We raced incest to our cars in record time, and pushing the speed limit, we both drove to her house.
"Bring it over here," he smiled. "Open it."
"How could I, father? What kind of a person incest would I be, to let a man thrill me for hours, and not at least TRY to return some of that kindness to him? I mean, he had just given me so incest much pleasure, and his cock was so big and hard, and by now, I wanted it inside of me so desperately. So how COULD I turn away from that?"