She smiled slightly and barely nodded her, head telling him to continue. Henry pulled back, nearly removing his cock. With just the head left in, he t...rust fully into her hard. She groaned as he started to slowly but deeply thrust into her. His cock slid deep into her, each hard thrust starting to feel good to her. Slowly her groans turned to moans, egging Henry on, making him move his hips faster, moving his cock quicker in and out of her deliciously tight pussy. She moved her arms, wrapping. . It had to be guilt. I wasn't dumb. I could figure it out and she had to be feeling guilty about having sex with her own daughter. I wanted to talk to her about it, but I was afraid of making her feel worse, you know? I didn't want Mom to think I only loved her because we had sex, that wasn't even remotely true! I thought of it more like, I dunno ... playing Scrabble or something. Sort of a fun family activity — and kinda educational too, if you stop and think about it.And she wouldn't talk to. Would she? Hmm..."How do you think we feel?" Bill replied, leaning forward. His eyes, Betty could tell even from here, were troubled. "Every time I think, 'OK, we have things pretty well worked out', this kind of thing happens." He looked over at Ai. "I just want us to be happy." Happiness from being ignorant is rather short term," Mom replied, understandingly. "We're starting from a base of zero knowledge, so just have to accept that there's a lot we don't know, and learn to not form any firm. I rolled slightly toward the middle of the bed and someone, probably Ambat, slid off and I slipped out of bed and was bathroom bound in a hurry. It seemed as though I had to tap both kidneys as I stood for some time until I ran dry. I glanced in the bedroom at a clock and it showed 5:47; time for me to get up anyway.I showered and then dressed and snuck out without waking anyone. I fixed my own breakfast and went into the garage to get the tractor and rake out and hooked up. I now saw the.