Er, I don't ... umm, know..." he babbled on until Carla put her index finger to his lips and began slowly tracing them."I've thought about you a lot, ...ohnny," she whispered.It was true, she didn't find any guys her own age attractive, but had noticed her brother in ways that were forbidden over the past couple of years as her hormones developed. More than once, she'd washed that special place between her legs very thoroughly in the shower while thinking about her brother.John almost melted; he. A new tidal wave of guilt washed over Curt once more. Any blood in his penis, any sexual arousal he had from reading of his mother’s sexcapades, died down. He wasn’t horny anymore. He didn’t want to read anymore. He put the diary back and went to bed, lying wide awake for hours.*Curt continued watching his mother, not have sex, but simply watching her. He watched her cook dinner for him, do his laundry, all while hating himself. She seemed different too, sad almost. He wondered what she was. "About last night... It was so good, I loved it, but it's not right. I may have theses feelings and desires, but I know I shouldn't be acting on them. I couldn't help myself last night, but we have to make sure it never happens again."I looked down into Mom's cleavage, then at her shapely legs. "You're making it harder by being in that dress," I told her. "I want you just as much as you want me, probably more, and I don't have the problem with it that you do. We love each other, we both want. Mom- No. It's okMe- Mom go. You're tired. Let me help youShe sighed.Mom- Ok. Thank you honeyShe went into the kitchen and me into the bathroom. I ran her a hot bubble bath. The water cooled a little as she ate. I excorted her into the bathroom then left her to relax.I went back into the living room and searched for something else to watch.30 minutes later she came into the living room dressed in her night gown.Mom- Hey. What cha doing?Me- Just watching tv.Mom- Mind if I join?This was a first..