Jean didn’t know how to respond as Allie leaned down and... and kissed her?!  She knew Allie seemed to show more of an interest in girls, though they certainly didn’t sit around and dish about the latest in their love lives... or lack thereof for Jean.<br/><br/>Jean twisted her head away as Allie broke the kiss. She could see something seem to come alive within Allie as she realized the control she could take. It was terrifying, a helpless sort of feeling for Jean as she knew just being the mother held no authoritative control over Allie, not with how she was in position to take what she wanted. Jean felt her breath catch as she heard Allie’s conditions.. no asking for her things or taking Jean’s... if she was her daughter’s... fuck-slut... for the next few months?! Where had a thought like that even come from?<br/><br/>It was from her Father, she knew that. He used to take the same kind of control and he knew that she loved it.. their sex life was about all that worked in the relationship. But now with Allie she couldn’t let that show, even as her nipples shamefully hardened from the kiss and the talk.<br/><br/>She pushed at Allie at the threat of another kiss, trying to get her daughter off her lap. “Albany! What has gotten into you?!” she screamed, face red as she squirmed under Allie’s weight. “Get off of me right now! I mean it Allie!”