"We shouldn't have done that," she whimpered. "I shouldn't have let you. It was wrong of me."I regarded her sceptically, watching the rosy tint of her... orgasm slowly fading from her chest. "I wanted it, mom. It's not your fault. And I still want it, want you." She blushed at the vehemence, the need I put into that last word. But still, she was not convinced."Oh, my, honey- you should want a girl more your age. Not your mom. And you shouldn't say things like that to me." Why not?" I asked. "It's. We are closer, and that is natural since we are sharing an apartment, but from her tone of voice, she clearly recognized that there’s something more going on between us.’ I looked out the side window, watching the snowy landscape pass by. ‘Is it so wrong that we’ve found what we’d been longing for? Is it so wrong that our relationship breaks all the normal rules?’ ‘To society, yes,’ my big brother admitted. ‘To our mother, yes. To our friends, most likely. Me, I just don’t give a damn.’ I. . and NOT B-e-e ... Mom was a little religious ... Beatitude Simmons.”I had a thought... “Thinking like that could find you overboard.”“Yes, ma’am ... not Tudie ... B-e-a ... got it.”She grinned.“Whoa, Surprise ... you may have saved my life ... B-E-A. What happened with your sister?”“Mom was out ... unconscious ... after Missy was born. Before Mom woke up, Daddy named her.”“As long as you remember I am not Princess ... Her Highness ... or any other honorific, we’re good. I am Junior.”“Got it. It wasn't long until I saw the lights of his car. As I'm standing there waiting for the knock, I decide to drop my shorts. The knock comes, I opened the door in just a shirt, and a raging hard cock. I was pleasantly surprised that he was about my age and build. He chuckled a bit when he saw how hard I was. I had some tranny porn on my TV (I love hot trannys, the best of both worlds). I got him a beer, we sat on the couch and engaged in some small talk. I thought I would be scared, I wasn't. I.