After a few minutes my breathing returned to normal and my head had cleared enough for me to realise what had just happened. I had heard the other boy... at school talk about "wanking" and "coming" and "spunk" and it dawned on me what had occurred. I had just experienced my first orgasm!What I had never heard the other boys talk about however, was anything to with sexual feelings about their Moms or their sisters and even more importantly feelings about their Moms and sisters panties or nylons. I. ..we moved down south mid April and I got the new office open and everything was going well and we had finally settled into our new home and back to going nude around the house, my hours changed from night to days so that meant I would be home during the evenings and night (oh boy), everything was fine until I came home and walked past my sons room only to find him stroking his dick to porn and of course I stood there in a trance watching finding myself getting wet so I decided I would go into. That wouldn't be fair, regardless of whether or not Diane was receptive to it.It was clear that Diane was aroused. And willing. She had made that abundantly clear in so many words. It wouldn't be taking advantage of her at all. But she couldn't do that. That wouldn't be right."Diane, you're right," Heather said, though the words were slow to come to her. "I've been unfair to you. I'm sorry. I'll try to stop."Diane looked crestfallen. She was hoping for it to go the other way. "Still thinking. My friend Dennis came through with his brothers truck. Size wise we really didn’t need it but the problem was we couldn’t move any of my belongings out the front door. In fact we decided it would be best if we never even appeared to go in my room. The plan I worked out was almost totally fool proof. Mom pulled the moving van up close to the front door. Then Dennis backed up the front lawn to under my window. We opened the garage and pulled the ladder out, ladder went from the rear of his truck.