The Family Spy

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“Sorry, baby, but you’re so pretty down there that I couldn’t resist myself.”

“There, aren’t you just cute in this?”

We stood in front of the closet mirror, her in the white dress, and me still naked.

“It looks like I’m naked,” she protested again.

“It does, doesn’t it, but you’re not.” I encouraged her enthusiastically.

“You can see my nipples, and if I had a bush, it would totally be out there.” She commented less sternly as she twirled in front of the mirror. The hem was stretched beyond its limits, covering the globes of her ass and hiding it from plain sight.

“But you don’t have a bush, now do you? You are not naked; and both you and I have these ‘delicate’ little pussies, just the charming little slit, while everything else is out of sight. So even if we do ‘accidentally’ flash someone, it’s not vulgar at all. Am I right?”

I was bringing home the idea that I had worked on, I wanted my daughter to be open to explore sexuality with more freedom than she has shown.

Looking critically at her own image in the mirror, she stooped, curtsied, and bent over, looking at how much skin she was showing.

As she did I adjusted the dress over her tits and ass a couple of times, showing her how good it was on her.

“From time to time you have to adjust your boobs, you don’t want them slipping down, and just a twerk of the hem before you get in or out of the car, for example.”

“You know a lot about how to do these things, don’t you?” She ribbed me.

“It’s my dress, isn’t it?” I turned to the other items that I had chosen.

“Take that off and try this.” I gave her a blue two piece, tight small skirt, and a flowing strapless top, thin but not transparent.

Putting it on, over her nude body, she asked, “Where do you wear these clothes, I mean they are so revealing?”

“I like to have them in my wardrobe, sometimes, like we are doing now, I just like to try them on, and sometimes, your daddy takes me out to fancy places.” I replied putting on a short pleated, like schoolgirl, skirt.

I threw on a tight tee-shirt and bending over in front of the mirror ‘twerked’ my ass. Pouting I said looking up at Annie, “I’ve been a very bad girl, I got an “F” on my “oral”, are you going to punish me?”

We laughed, and Annie patted my bare ass.

We had broken the ice, she was comfortable with the two of us playing sexy games, and comfortable with being naked with me.

“It’s time that we go downstairs and start dinner, do you want to help me?” I asked.

“What should we wear?” She asked smiling, and choose the third most revealing thing on the bed.

I took the blue two piece, I like the way my boobs look in it, and the skirt, well it’s just naughty enough.

Dressed standing in front of my mirror we looked over our choices.

“We can’t wear this, it’s too sexy.” she said smiling and almost backing out.

“Sure, we can, we’re at home with our family. It’s ok, honey.” I reassured her.

As we were leaving my bedroom I had a second thought about the next step, and decided to make it today.

“Just a minute dear, no outfit is complete without some bling.” I reached for one of my drawers that Anne had searched through, looking for my glasses, and took out my favorite bluestone butt plug.

From the entrance of the room, Annie watched me, as I brought the toy to my mouth and licked it wet, seductively, with a smile on my face.

She blushed, knowing exactly what I was going to do with it, but didn’t turn away. I reached back, under my skirt, looking at her the whole while, taking my time as if I was having trouble, finally, slipped it up my ass.

“When I’m feeling frisky, I like to take that extra step.” I answered her quiet stare with a shake of my ass.

Before I closed the drawer, I pulled out another, a red one, and threw it on the bed in front of her.

She almost dropped her jaw in disbelief.

“Don’t worry, it’s clean, and I don’t use it any more, it’s one that I’ve outgrown, you could have it.” I pressed her.

She took it in her hand, weighing it and touching it gingerly.

“You can put it in downstairs, now take it and let’s go.” I forced her out of the room with the toy in her hand.

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