He was fifteen. He couldn’t really consent, legally or emotionally.I felt numb for a while even as I went through the day, feeding us both and doing...some cleaning around the house. Incest. I never thought that word would describe something I’d done in my life. I told myself I’d never touch my son that way again. I told myself it was a one-time kindness, nothing more. I loved my son. I didn’t want to add incest to his troubles.And yet, I’d enjoyed what we’d shared. Despite my shame, I didn’t. She looked so sexy when she smiled at me. I went to her and took her in my arms and kissed her gently. She moaned softly. I kissed her again this time my tongue teased her soft lips, she open her mouth slightly and we touched tongues. Her breathing became faster and I was getting harder. We started French kissing more and more.Sally looked me in the eyes and said, “ I want to make love to you, show me how, teach me.”I led her to the dresser in the room in front of the mirror. I stood. Sofia slipped on an old terry housecoat, already thinking about her day ahead at the factory.I pulled on my clothes, picturing my crew waiting back at the hotel. We were on a flight home to Vancouver that afternoon. They were probably panicking, sure I was languishing in a jail cell somewhere.We stepped out together into the hall. It was now a totally different place than the night before. Sunlight streamed in through open curtains, and women bustled around in various states of undress: hair. “Don’t let it bother you. Jerry and I dress and undress in front of each other all the time. Go ahead and slip out of that dress. I can see what you were talking about, it sure is loose on you. You may need to take your bra and panties off too.”“Damn, just looking at you standing there naked, makes me wish I had a body like yours. I’d give anything to have perfect breasts like yours.”Sherry stepped over near the window where I stood, she still had her shirt in her hand when she asked Marlene,.