My daughter 2

Hey guys how are you. The previous post had good acceptance so you already know what it's about, I'll talk a bit more about my daughter and the best way is to do it in chronological order like telling a story should be told. Remember my stories are 100% real nothing is invented that's why I take a lot of time uploading content. I'll start by describing how my daughter is: 😍 My daughter has white skin like porcelain, red hair (although she sometimes dyes her hair). Physically she's very curvy even more than me, her best attributes without a doubt are her Booty which is too big although her breasts don't fall behind. She's not very tall, actually quite short, doesn't reach 1:60mts; she's currently 19 years old. What I'll tell you will be when my daughter was in high school. My daughter would stay every weekend; Monday was laundry day for me. In our house, my clothes and my daughter's are left in a sixth that's inside the bathroom; my son is the only one who has his own sixth which is in his room. When I was collecting the laundry to put it in the washing machine, and separating it by colors, I found my daughter's underwear, at that time she used boxers, this one was black, what caught my attention most was that it was totally stained with white, I approached to smell it and indeed my daughter had already started masturbating, it was then when I realized my daughter was no longer a girl. From that moment on I started paying more attention, I didn't make any comment about what I had found in her underwear. I had noticed my daughter was very precocious and maybe I helped with that. By those dates we were very close, since her dad is an aviator pilot he would leave home often so we spent more time together. Undoubtedly with cohabitation I would eventually question my way of dressing, why I could wear very tight clothes and she couldn't. Here's a photo for you to see.I had to change my way of dressing radically, I stopped wearing tight clothes and started using looser ones like dresses and long skirts, as well as sweaters and jackets (all for my daughter to be happy) I also taught her how to behave at home and on the street, the obligations of every woman when attending to her husband or boyfriend. Something they don't know is that in our family we are Jehovah's Witnesses. I had left it since I got married, but it was a good opportunity to teach my daughter; she accompanied me to meetings, trainings, and clear when we had to go out on the street.I still bought her another type of clothing on the condition that she would only wear it inside the house and was also not allowed to take it to her dad's house (I was a very overprotective mom). At home, she had the freedom to wear what she wanted, but if we had to go out, she had to wear her long skirts with her veil, a long sweater, even on occasions she would put on some of her brother's jackets or sweaters. How I was an overprotective mother, I left and picked her up from high school (she attended an all-girls school). Once at home, she could dress as she wanted, I had bought her pants, jeans, fashionable clothes, including her underwear, little by little she started to change. Every time she came back from school, she would change out of her clothes, except on the days we had to go to meetings. Generally, when she got back from school, she would put on a pair of pants or shorts (usually mine), but as she grew older, she started wearing shorts more often. I'll tell you an anecdote that came to mind; we liked having sleepovers, my son was always very independent and rarely found himself at home or asked me for permission to stay at his friends' houses or parties, which he usually returned from late at night or the next day. Those days we used to have our sleepovers, we would make corn recipes and spend hours watching movies in the living room.I could notice that my daughter's body was slowly changing, at night I would hear her masturbating, she wanted to look more like me every time, she always told me she wanted to have breasts like mine and didn't like her booty growing because her underwear was already tight on her. It was when I bought her first bras.Until here the post bb's loved them a lot bb's