All night I kept talking myselfin and out of this crazy idea. I tried to sleep but could barely managea wink. I was simultaneously excited as I was ...ervous.Morning finally arrived and with the parentals gone, I could hear hercleaning in the kitchen. At that moment, I was torn with anxiety. Iwas going to finally reveal my secret to someone!I got up with my pink panties and white shorty shorts. When the lightis right, you can make out the line and color of my underwear and therewas no. I leaned forwardand with her eyes still closed, placed a soft kiss on her lips. SisterAnne opened her eyes and said, "Gloria, oh Gloria, that was so kind ofyou". I smiled and kissed her again, this time, allowing my tongue tograze her lower lip. Sister Anne sighed and leaned back more comfortablyon the couch.I needed to touch her, my hands were trembling as I moved my right handdown to her chest, going beneath the apron of her starched habit.Slowly, I ran the palm of my hand over her massive. Thin grey off-one-shoulder t-shirt, black bra underneath. Her breasts were large enough to make a generous handful. Brown hair, pretty green eyes set in an attractive face locked in a silly expression, aimed at her mother.Her mother was a product of the same mold: brunette, bland but pleasant face, adequate chest, wide hips. Having her there in that position gave me an idea. I reached into her mind then, not to snoop *(who cares about these people, really?)*, but to leave instructions.The. I stared through the crack in the door, pushing it slightly, but not wanting to ruin this sight by waking him. He was laid there, his bedsheets pushed aside, naked. I couldn't see everything though, he was rolled onto his side, not giving me the best view in the world, but this was enough to get me wet. I pushed the door again, creeping in slowly, making my way to his bed. What was I doing? This is my son. I couldn't stop myself though. This is what I'd craved for so long.He rolled. I thought I.