It was becoming the daily routine of my lifeOne day I woke up early in the morning and saw her again in the bathroom. She was dancing without any clot...es, and I was getting an instant hard on. Her moves were killing me. The boobs were bouncing and her ass was swinging and I was going crazy.I could feel the lust of sex. She was dancing so sexily and it was very seductive. I was dying to fuck her. I thought I should record a video of her while she was taking a bath. So I took my mobile and. Tara hated the idea of having to attend the Monastery ,she dreaded the thought of receiving a spanking or worse.Jason made light of the situation they were in and told Tara that he hoped a sexy young Nun would be his disciplinarian,she kicked him and they both stifled laughter. Soon however the laughter stopped when they were called to the top of the room by a middle aged ,severe looking Nun who held a thick school ruler in her right hand and gently tapped her left hand with it."Tara and. “No,” I whispered back. I felt so childish compared to Harriet’s womanly figure. My B cup breasts might as well have not even been there. Her D cups seemed to fill the room. I was so scrawny. It pissed me off. “We’re going to get ready!” Annie called, but judging from the amount of annoying giggling escaping from the kitchen it didn’t sound like they cared. She dragged me up the stairs and into her bedroom. We tried on outfits and took photos together. We painted our nails and posed in front of. The trip home was quiet and uneventful, my thoughts however were overruling the fact that I had been dancing the night away with my son. I knew that what I'd felt as I danced with my son was exciting but it was also wrong. After we arrived home, I opened a bottle of wine and as we were having our drinks.My son nervously said, "Mum, we shouldn't have danced as close as we did tonight." And why not?" I asked, knowing the answer."I didn't know what to do with myself," he replied. "And you wasn't.