I closed my eyes and felt a tingle down my spine, that seemed to stop at my crotch. I could feel my cock now coming to life, and this was just from a ...ug and a kiss. "Come in" She said, "I've got something to show you"I took a seat on the couch and my mother explained that she had been clothes shopping to cheer herself up and she had bought something that we both might like. My heart was racing as now I realised she must be wearing the items under her dressing gown and I was about to get a. That was the way I liked my coffee, hot and strong.I said, “What’s your name?”“Alice. Alice Wi-Wilcox. The way she stumbled over her last name. I doubted that it was real. She seemed unused to that last name.“Okay, Alice. Let’s get some answers. Who or what were you running from?”She took a breath which, considering the state of her blouse, was impressive. “My bodyguards were or will soon be after me. They mean well but I just wanted to get away for a while. All I have seen of America up until. No matter, it didn't change my answer."Tara," I answered tenderly, "from the time your breasts first started to appear, I've had to develop a mantra to keep from molesting you! Each time you'd call me into your room to help you decide on which dress to wear on a date, or to a dance, or when I'd see you so innocently parading your lingerie or bikini clad body in front of me. 'She's your daughter, dickhead! Your daughter!' I told myself that over and over, for all those years. I didn't want to. It got to the point that even Kevin--who’s field of observation typically began and ended at his computer screen--started to notice.“You know that creepy old guy next door is watching you,” he’d said when I had come in one Saturday, dabbing perspiration from my forehead with a soft towel, him still in a robe and slippers since he didn’t have to work for once.“So?”“It doesn’t bother you?”“Hon, he’s reading the paper. Besides, he’s like...sixty-something.”“He’s checking out your ass is what he’s.