..” His arms drape loosely over the back of my neck, and I am drawn into a kiss, so full, so satisfying, I groan into it. I slowly remove my manhood...from his butt, Lucas giggles at the sensation. I fall back onto the bed next to him. Lucas snuggles against me, and I lay flat on my back, curling an arm around him. “Yes, it was.” I kiss his forehead, and look down at my chest, then to his. “Made a little mess, huh babe?” I grin at him, pointing at the drops of cum on both of our bodies. “Not my. It feels so lovely, that's what I do every night before I go to sleep." I have been doing it since I was 10" she added, quite seriously as if to make it clear she was an expert. It would have been funny if it wasn't so arousing, but I needed to keep my composure.I said "Mia, maybe you think you are going to embarrass me by speaking about your masturbation. All I would say is that almost everyone does it, and starting at that age isn't at all unusual. That's a personal thing for you. You should. ..mrs. Thompsen, what's wrong, she's gone till tomorrow, are you okay??" I was shaken to see this women so distraught."That fucker drop me like a bad habit, for a slut none the less" then she collapsed on our sofa. And I went to sit by her, thinking maybe a little comfort would help. Of course in my horny teenage way, I now had a better chance to check out her tight skirt and long sleeve blouse.The two of us just sat there, in a dull silence for what must have been ten minutes.She finnaly broke. All through dinner, Henry wanted to talk about what had happened. It was wrong. They couldn't do it again. But a tingling warmth still filled him, and his dick twitched every time he shifted in his seat. He kept up his side of the conversation--about her summer internship, of all things--but a part of him focused on how to prevent a recurrence of... He called it what it was: incest. It wasn't exactly sex, but it was still wrong. Worse, he remembered what he'd been thinking at the time. His face.