."I was teasing him with my voice, sounding like his little girl more than his Domme, and my father pulled the firm round globes of my ass apart slowl..., exposing my tightly puckered anus to his eyes."Am I beautiful for you, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him. "Is my asshole pretty?" Oh yes, Mistress," He sighed and I could feel his humid breath on my skin."Kiss my ass, Slave-Daddy, show me how much you love your Mistress-Daughter."I stared into my mother's eyes, smiling and licking my lips. Soon enough. He made himself a drink and waited for Marcia’s arrival. For what he was planning to do he wasn’t going to turn on the nanny cam and record what he anticipated would be said in this expected confrontation.This time when Marcia entered his condo she came on strong because she immediately tried to bluff him.“What in the hell did you think you were doing in making those videos? Don’t you know it’s against the law to make this type of recording unless both people consent to it and I sure as hell. That’s how long it has been since your lovely and vibrant wife, Lisa, died.A not-insignificant part of you died when Lisa did. Married for ten years, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they were the happiest years of your life. You hadn’t known what you were missing before meeting her. She took you into her life in her gentle and eager way, making you feel like the center of her universe. You’re not stupid, you were not, but she had that ability. A way to make everyone feel like she was. She worked, but at half speed. For lunch I went and grabbed us some greasy burgers (at her request) and sat down with her for a quick lunch in the back room; video camera keeping an eye on the front room for us.“So I wasn’t asleep when you came in this morning.”I froze with a fry hanging half out of my mouth unsure what to say.“You were looking at my tit.”“You were awake huh.”“Yup.”(Insert awkward stunned look here.)Shaking her head, “honestly I didn’t care. I was still drunk and am not shy.