I sat on the couch a bit longer, trying to figure out what had just happened.  Ana was acting way too confident about the fetish lifestyle. Based on what?  What she had learned online and from her roommate.  And she acted so patronizing.  When had she decided she knew it all and her mother was clueless?  Letting go of a sigh, I decided I'd done all I could to warn my daughter.  Hopefully, she would at least stay in college, where there were sources other than the internet and roommates to gain knowledge from.<br/><br/>I have a maid service that comes once a week to clean the house.  The house is large, but few rooms are used on a regular basis.  And Anabelle's room was one of those rooms that had seen infrequent use since she'd gone away to college.  Were there enough towels in the bathroom?  If I had had advanced warning that Annabelle was coming, I would have had the maid service take care of that. Heaving myself off the couch, I went to get some fresh towels.<br/><br/>Between the sound of the water and the music from her phone, Ana didn't hear me come into her bathroom.  I probably should have just left the towels on the towel racks and just left.  But my eyes became distracted.  When had I last seen her naked?  Probably when I was changing her diapers.  No, probably a few times since then, but not since she had blossomed into a woman  Her skin was flawless.  No tattoos yet that I could see, though that was one of my nightmares.  Her figure was trim and athletic with breasts that soon would rival mine.  And she had the face of innocence, in spite of how she tried to act to the contrary.  She was looking up into the shower head with her eyes closed, so I felt safe standing there admiring what I had given birth to.<br/><br/>Lenny had wanted the pregnancy terminated.  Not that I would ever tell Ana that.  Looking at her as she arched her back, emphasizing that cute ass, I knew I had been right to ignore Lenny.  I must have gone into a bit of a trance, watching the sinuous movements of her body under the water.  A change of song woke me up to the realization that I was lusting after my daughter.  "What the fuck are you doing here, Inga?" I thought to myself.  Then I quietly left the bathroom.<br/><br/>Returning to the bedroom Lisa and I call the playroom, I took the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpagesix.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F3%2F2022%2F11%2Fheidi-klum-leni-star-snaps-5.jpg%3Fquality%3D90%26strip%3Dall%26w%3D434&amp;hash=b2da59105e792cedb93cdbf5ed970e20" href="https://pagesix.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2022/11/heidi-klum-leni-star-snaps-5.jpg?quality=90&amp;strip=all&amp;w=434" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">picture</a>off the wall and took it to the master bedroom.  It had no place in that playroom, where Lisa could get ideas.  Granted, she shared the master bedroom with me, but at least there, we were sleeping and not doing all kinds of kinky shit.  Once I'd found a place for the picture, I pulled my vibrator out of the nightstand. Watching my daughter in the shower had made me horney, to my everlasting shame.  I needed to take the edge off before we sat down to dinner.  Otherwise, I'd be a nervous wreck around her.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">Chrystal Dark</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a>