I even started kissing him more; nothing crazy though. Just pecks on the lips with a lot of ‘I love you’s.’ He seemed to like those a lot. It ...lways put the biggest smile on his face.With my brother out of the house now, I became more carefree. The lines between being a daughter and my desire to be something more began to blur. My dad and I would go on dates since it was usually just the two of us. We started flirting innocently, complimenting each other's asses with the occasional. ”I wrapped a towel around me and she put on her robe and we went to the shower. We washed each other and rubbed our bodies together quite a bit. I grabbed her, spun her around so her back was to me, and put my hand over her pussy and inserted a finger. With my other hand, I tweaked her nipple. I nibbled on her neck and gently fingered her to an orgasm, thrusting my finger deeply into her and sliding it around as she came, increasing and extending her pleasure.“I liked that. You’ve only had one. My favorite was a witch's outfit complete with the ultimate in feminine trash, the fish-net stocking. I kept all of these articles in a 2' by 2' empty cassette holder that zipped closed in the bottom of my closet. To be honest, most of my early 'girly things' were swiped from the pharmacy. A pair of hose, a tube of lipstick, the fishnet stockings, they were all conveniently 'lost' in the shuffle of daily drug store business.I bought some things too. I bought a pair of black g-string panties. I. “Now mom, I need some pussy.” I said to her.“No, baby this is wrong.” She said as she looked back up at me after spitting my cock out of her mouth.“Not if we don’t tell anyone.” I replied.As I moved down her body and saw that her pussy was red and looked like it was wet. I then started taking the cuffs off her feet while looking at her sternly.“You start kicking, fighting or try any shit and the little clamp goes back on you. YOU HEAR ME?” I.