Guilty?I should feel guilty, after all I’d just fucked my son. Surely that was wrong, everything I’d been brought up to believe told me it was. Ye... somehow it felt right. It had certainly been the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life and Jake had been more than willing.“No!” I told myself, it couldn’t happen again.I turned my head to face him. He smiled that familiar, boyish smile that always made my heart melt.“Love you Mum”. He said gently.“Love you too”. I replied.“Jake…”. I. I wanted to avoid it from visibility to Sumithra, so simply crossed my legs.Sumithra saw me sitting like that; she gave me naughty look with a smile on her face. As time passed with her, I was harder than the last time and wanted to hide my thing desperately. She saw me; I guess she had a quick look on my prick. Sumithra asked am I alright. I said yes in a little uneasy way.By that time her phone started ringing; she gave the laptop to me and went to take a call. I was watching those ads and. "Fine, cleared the attic and got much of the other stuff into the skip. How'd you get on at Bridge?"Mother gave a half smile and said, "Won more than I lost." Mother turned towards her husband watching the replays of the match. "Who won?" she asked him although she wasn't at all interested in his reply. Her mind was still reliving the fucking she'd had at the 'bridge club.' I was pretty shocked when I took in the details and saw the images she was projecting. Never in my life would I have. "Are you sure? Is there anything I can do"? "Oh I'm sure there is but no you cant" "Miss just let me help you it's my job" "What I need help with isn't in you're job description I'm sure" she replied. "Let me be the judge of the miss, so tell me". She was getting more and more aroused the longer this went on but couldn't say what she wanted, or could she, " I just need something that is all" she said hoping he would drop it and go. "Well that's what I'm here for to help" "Not with this" "And.