Anne has caught you masturbating. You're both embarrassed. She walked into your bedroom and you were lying on the bed in the nude beating your meat. She says: «Daddy! What ARE you doing?» Two things aggravate your intense discomfort. Your clothes are unreachable on the other side of the room. And she shows no signs of going away. «Aren't you ashamed of yourself?» she asks accusingly. You roll off the bed and get your dressing gown. «Honey,» you say. «Please, please don't tell your mother. I'm sorry this happened. It wasn't intentional.» She tells you that you knew she was in the house. You didn't knock, you reply in your defence. Suddenly, she sits on the bed and giggles. «At your age, daddy. Really!» The tension between us has evaporated. «I'm a man like any other,» you shrug. She asks if her mother knows. You nod. Does she do it for you? Sometimes. She pats the bed for you to sit beside her. Slowly but deliberately, she reaches and flips open your dressing gown, pushes if off your shoulders. You're nude again and your erection is reviving but this time there's no embarrassment. «You have a nice cock,» Anne says. She takes it in her hand. You do nothing to stop your 27-year-old daughter making you cum, letting it spurt creamily over her fingers then holding them out for you to lick clean.