“All you’re telling me is that you feel like you’re too inadequate to do the same,” I accused her.“I said no such thing! I’m very happy wi...h my body, thank you very much, dad. I just don’t want you and the turds to see it and I certainly don’t want to see theirs!”“So don’t look. And don’t get naked if you’re shy. This is about allowing us all to have free choice. You can choose not to look and you can choose to find nudity shameful. That doesn’t mean we have to as well, young lady.” An edge had. " I froze, the thong still raised to my face. Damn, what was I thinking, sniffing my own sister's panties and getting turned on by it? What the hell was wrong with me?After a moment or two I managed to reply, " I"ll be out in a second." Blushing, I tossed my sister's thong into the hamper and then flushed the toilet, ran some water and pretended to wash up long enough to allow my hard on to dwindle. As soon as I opened the door, Karen shot past me into the bathroom. "About time, I really. He looked up at the sound of the door shutting, with a wide-eyed startled look that morphed into a grin, then a leer. He watched as his mother come toward him, knelt, and took his boner in her own fist and began to pump. “Mommy's here, Dear. Momma's going to help you get your jollies. Mmm . .Were you thinking about the other day, when we were in my bathroom, and you brought me off?” He nodded. “Well, now it's your turn, let the jism spurt for your sweet mother. Show me what you want to. I was shocked by what she said but I appeared to be composed and asked, “And?” to which she responded, “And…that friend is you”. I continued to maintain my eye contact with her while bringing up a meek smile on my face, “do you think you can hide it from Madhur forever and bear the guilt?” I asked.She lost her smile but gave an explanation that did justify (my lust) logic, “Yes, I can bear the guilt because he would be happy to see his own child and I would be happy to see him, Besides, I trust.