She turned to face me, showing off her matching white bra. Then her hands reached behind her back and the bra slowly slipped down her torso and eventu...lly fell to her feet. Her breasts were now on full show, and they looked even better than before! Next to come off were her knickers, but she did it so slowly and seductively that I wasn't able to control myself. I pulled them down and squeezed her right buttock. She turned around and slapped my face. "I warned you!" She said fiercely. The woman. She smiled and kissed me softly and told me I was so sweet, the guilt was back yet again. My throught felt so dry, I was genuinely scared to tell her. She turned over and pushed her butt into my crotch. She felt the hard on I still had. I panicked again. She looked at me and asked me to fuck her. I didn’t know what to do so I took my dick out and she pulled her sweats off. I went to put it in but she stopped me, she said I forgot to grab a condom. Shit, I was so used to using them with her that. I didn’t start masturbating until I was about 14 --- when a friend told me about it. I soon discovered that using pillows to pleasure myself was far superior to just “rubbing one out” and about that time, I began buying men’s magazines. I was home alone one day, being sick (of) from school, when I found one of my mother’s discarded slips in the trash as I was doing my chores. It felt so smooth and soft to my fingers…I slipped it on and marveled at how my nipples came erect and I LOVED the. I gave her a long hard look."Whoever or whatever Helen is to me comes under none of your business, Carly," I finally replied."Mum and Dad might not have noticed, but I've been trained to notice some things," Carly said. "One of them is that there's some sort of relationship ongoing between the two of you and the other is that there's a distinct family resemblance, well distinct to the trained eye that is." Helen is my birth mother," I said."No fucking way!" exclaimed Carly."Way," I replied..