When I got there, she was baking pies and a turkey for Sunday dinner. My brother, Alvin and his family, me and my family, and my father would all dine...there together tomorrow.It would be the same as it was two Sundays a month. Only I would be harboring the secret of having fucked my mom.We talked about the events of the day and how we would continue it. Mom sipped a glass of wine as we sat on the couch, talking.I wanted more. I had cum more today than I had ever cummed in my life. And still I. Over the next few months Emma and became close friends, and slowly developing into a relationship. I had to be careful what I did as she was still under the age of consent, not only that but she made it quite clear that I would not get my cock inside her. So I was careful that things never got out of control. I kept our relationship to kisses and cuddles as much as I wanted to fuck her ass off. Emma started to confide in me about her home life which in some funny sort of way brought us closer. I was dispatched to the orchard to pick lemons for the dessert but as I approached I noticed James, my wife's nephew removing his pants and underpants. I hid behind the sprawling and heavily laden fig tree to avoid embarrassment.I continued to watch as James lay on his back in the sun and proceeded to masturbate using what appeared to be women's panties as an aid. I have a view looking at him from the feet up. As James was furiously involved in rubbing his cock he failed to hear the orchard. Exhausted and sweaty we both collapsed. He turned to me and said, "Oh Tammy, I think I love you. That was great."I looked at him. "Mike, that was great and I think I'm in love with you too." We kissed each other. We lay there for a few more minutes to catch our breaths, then we got up and put our clothes on. He looked at me while I was reaching for my skirt."Tammy, your wig needs to be pulled forward a bit." Thanks Mike."We walked back to the house with our arms around each other. We had to.