She took diligent care with her appearance both in and out of the house. She consistently had little oops moments like running from the shower to her ...edroom in that darned towel that now reveals even more of her charms since she is growing up. Her sunbathing in the back yard in her miniscule bikini never fails to get a rise out of me. (pun intended).Sometimes in a rush to get ready for school in the morning she would dash from her bedroom to the laundry room dressed in just panties and a bra.. I wondered as I walked away how we’d got to this stage. Years earlier, I had tried to coax her into trying different things, be more adventurous in our sex life. But even simple requests, like dressing in sexy lingerie, was off the menu. So, how the fuck was I ever going to explain my real needs, my true desires? Like filming us having sex or taking risky photos if she went shopping without knickers. Or having sex with other people, watching her as she was fucked hard, or simply allowing me to. I thought about it and agreed, since I didn’t see any harm in it. I told her that I’d see her about 10:30.After the call, Stephanie and I decided to play pool for a bit, then went for a short walk. When we got back to the house, we headed to an Italian restaurant that Stephanie wanted to try to had a really nice meal. When we finished, Stephanie suggested ice cream at Friendly’s.“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked.“Oh come on, you aren’t going to try to avoid seeing her forever, are. But I was held up at work, and by the time I bought the cake and battled the traffic, it was nearly 8 pm when I reached home. I apologized for being late as soon as she opened the door.“It’s okay beta” She hid her disappointment quite well. I hugged her at the doorway and she hugged me back. “Happy birthday mom,” I said.“Thanks, beta,” She said, ecstatically and kissed me on my cheek. I felt my loins stir, but I kept it under control. “You look different today,” I said, looking at her. Mom was.