He stopped for a moment, and then came back with some massage lotion. He pulled the robe off of me and tossed it on the floor. He got on the bed an... straddled me. Somewhere during all this he managed to get out of his suit because I felt his bare legs touching my thighs. My nipples started to burn as he ran his hands up and down my back. I wanted to turn over and have him work on my breasts but I could not be that bold. His hands cupped one of my hips and one hand slid down on each side.. I tore off the top of the wrapping, and pulled it aside to reveal the lid of the box. Hesitantly, I lifted the lid, under which there was a layer of crimpled white tissue. I looked at Joe for a second and he smiled at me. “Go on!” he said, “It doesn’t bite.” I took out a wad of the tissue and saw more tissue underneath. Then I took out a couple more pieces and stared into the box, in which I could now clearly see the same silky pink material as I had at the Foster’s house. My heart leapt at. That’s a waste of worrying. The real worry is could we really make sure no one ever knew about it? Would Ethan accidentally say something that would make someone at least suspect we were being intimate? Would people see that we look at each other differently or act more like lovers than mother/son in public. Would it really be possible to keep this a secret? That’s what it all came down to for me. Not whether it was right or wrong. There was no question that I’d love to feel my son’s. Jackson agreed with this premise but was unclear how he could help.“You have to let her know that it is okay that she enjoys sex with your brother. I’m sure she is worrying about how you will react to her having an orgasm with him. It is just as natural as you getting hard sitting here talking with me about sex.” Jackson was immediately embarrassed and covered his crotch.“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m horny too. This not having sex so our spouses can fuck is tough on both of us.”Two weeks later,.