Matured''Thanks!' I said, bending down to pick up the towel again, when I felt my mother playfully slap me on the ass.I turned round and playfully tic...led her, still with no towel on, and I fell on top of her. Picking up her reading glasses that had fallen off, I put them on for her, and, being face to face, we stared in to each other's eyes, she looked down at my lips, and I kissed her. I thought to myself, this shouldn't be happening, this is my Mum! But it all happened so quickly, and deep. After that, it wasn’t hard to get her to concede that I hadn’t exactly stolen from a saint. I explained how he’d told me to come to see him at their house and then had Tony knock me out from behind; she hadn’t known that part of it.I convinced her that I was legitimately afraid for my life when I accidentally zapped him with too much juice and wiped his mind blank. I cunningly twisted my words to forbid her from mentioning any of the sexual activities that took place that day. I’d deal with the. He puts an arm around you and squeezes your bare shoulder with his strong hand. You nearly sob in relief. He still loves me. Of course he does. He’s my Daddy.And I’m his little girl.“Look at me, Chloe.” His voice is warm, but there’s a steel under that warmth that makes your heart pound in your chest. You peek up at him and see a smile on his face. That particular smile has always made you melt, and this time is no exception. “You love your Daddy, don’t you?”More than anything in the whole. It crossed his shoulders, continued up his arms, and over his head, the neck snagging on his nose. ‘We – need – practice,’ she said. She +remoted his t-shirt the rest of the way off. It popped free, and floated down to the floor. ‘I’m impressed,’ he said. ‘Aaah, not that good. I tried to hang it on your boner as it fell. We. Need. Practice.’ He took one of her hands in his, and raised it up. He twirled her slowly, a complete circle, taking in all the sights as she spun. ‘Like what you see?’ .