She laid back on the floor with her bottom in my direction. I couldn’t help but notice how round her ass was and wished mine was too. “You mean li...e this? On your clit? That’s what it’s called.” She said as she started rubbing her clit too.I nodded and kept going before long I started to feel that painful pressure and stopped. “See, now it hurts.”Jamie got up and sat between my legs. “Don’t stop, it starts feeling better after that.””But it hurts, I don’t want to.” I whined.”Then I will for. She'd sit on the toilet or the sink counter and we'd chatter away.It was around this time, about two or three months into my full nudity around her that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of my nudity simply because she wanted me to feel comfortable around the house. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out of my exhibitions. Up till then, I believed that we had never crossed overt incest boundaries, but, I also think that slowly but surely, sexual innuendo and. ” Jason said “What if I get your pregnant?” I said “Why, does that scare you?” Jason said that getting me pregnant doesn’t scare him, but Michael does. I said “So getting me pregnant doesn’t scare you?” Jason said “Well, it does. I mean, I wouldn’t mind it, but what if Michael finds out?” I said that if I talked it over with Michael and he agreed to letting me skip my birth control, would he be okay with it. Jason said he would still be nervous, but said he will let me decide. So today. Michael, her eldest and named after her previous self was all of five years old and growing adventurous, so he was the one she watched most closely. Curtis, the next oldest at four was all too willing to follow his big brother into whatever trouble the five year old could find to get into, which was plenty. Ivaine, her first daughter, at two years of age, mainly toddled precariously on the lawn near her mother. Maeve, the youngest, still an infant, suckled contentedly at her mother's breast.