By the time she hit puberty she was extremely outgoing. With her new tits, pubic hair, and her period, came a new awareness of her body. I tried to ke...p her under more control but her mother out ranked me and gave her, ‘her space.’By the time Jessica was fourteen I had noticed a drastic change in her wardrobe, in her manors, and in her school grades. In my mind she was ‘boy crazy’ but once again her mother ruled the roost.All I knew was that my daughter was really turning me on and I had no. A loud wolf whistle?a catcall of "Hey, honey"?.or worse, "hey Faggot". I slid into the booth at the back, turning so that I could face the front of the place and see who approached, just in case. I had learned the hard way, a girl could never be too careful when she didn't always look like a girl."What can I get you, honey?" a younger waitress asked.I looked up, smiling hesitantly, not sure what sort of reaction to expect from people anymore. Her name tag read "Debbie" Just coffee please,. Carly moves my hand under her shirt, placing it on her bare breast, and I feel her nipple, hard against the palm of my hand. And that little part of me sobs a bit louder."Please Sam... I need you." And her voice is so soft, so hoarse I'm not sure if she even said it, if it wasn't for the sharp pull I feel in response.And then she's kissing me again, these wet, open-mouthed kisses that she breathes into and they d**g me, and all I can do is kiss her back, flicking a thumb over the hard nub of. How dare she?! I was ByronTempleton III I had fucking Roman Numerals after my name and she wastelling me I couldn't have a sissy?!I have to admit, as much as I loved mommy, I was glad to see her go once Isaw the exotic creatures that took her place. But this too was only asource of frustration, as Darren had very different ideas than I did onwhat was mine and what was his. Apparently everything my mother owned washis, and all I had was his name. I considered that a very poorbargain...mine was.