“Adam wouldn’t do that to me.” She said joking.
“And your father would?” I asked,
“Weeeeelll, I don’t know, he is an alfa.” We clowned.
“You take after me, as its plain to see.” I turned in front of her showing off my ass and tits, as she explored her body in the mirror.
“And, from what I have seen, your brother is just like his father” I whispered conspiratorially.
“You’ve seen Adam?”
“Not so much seen, as I know what he looks like under those baggy shorts that he’s always wearing.” I replied whispering.
“No, how do you know?” She asked, almost urgently.
“I was cleaning his room the other day, when his computer woke up in front of me, and there it was, and on that big screen of his, bigger than life.”
“Maybe it wasn’t him,
“It was him, I looked at the other pictures that he had, and it was him.” Returning the ball to her, I waited for her to show interest.
“I never thought about his, I mean him, is he really big, not that I want to know, just curious?” she kind of trailed off into silence.
Playing with her as best as I could, I had my back turned rummaging through my closet, when I casually replied: “I didn’t know how big he really is, but I wanted to show your father, so I took a picture of his screen with my phone.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did, want to see?” I turned toward her picking up my phone.
“Sure, since you have it already, let me see.”
I unlocked my phone and brought up the album with the pictures, offering it to her.
She walked over to my side of the bed, naked, sat on the edge and took the phone from me, while I pulled out some choice garments from the closet.
“He does look like he is big, but I don’t know that it really is him.” She said, flicking on to the next picture in the collection, as I expected her to.
“Don’t you believe me, I just told you that I found other pictures with his face.” I played dumb.
“I know what you said, but it doesn’t look like the same penis in all of these pictures mom.”
I walked over to her and standing at her side, I watched as she looked through the pictures in the album. I had some great pictures sorted just for this moment.
“Honey, what you are looking at is your father, the one that I showed you was Adam, but don’t you see the family resemblance now?”
Shocked, she almost put the phone down, but she didn’t.
“Yes, I can see the resemblance.” She whispered looking back at the pictures that I had prepared for her.
“I was thinking that we could try some of these clothes, now that we have the house to ourselves.” I said ignoring the fact that she was looking at images of her father’s cock sitting on the bed next to me.
She looked at me then at the pile on the end of the bed, reluctantly taking her eyes off of the screen she picked up the first dress from the pile.
“Does this go with a bottom?” she asked looking at one of my tubed tank top dresses.
“Put it on, it’ll be cute on you.” I told her.
She wiggled it on, and the dress obscenely ended well above her freshly shaven mound.
“Let me help you, you have to fit it to your form, now watch this.”