“He’s good in a pinch when I need him and he helps to pay the bills,” I replied. It was the same general feeling all the McKinney wives had abou...t their spouses.As we chatted, we took up seats on the couch in the living room, sitting side by side. I gently placed my hand on to Jane’s leg as we chatted, to gage her reaction and to reassure her I was not really a domineering person. Jane glanced down at my hand and then she placed her hand on top of mine, gently stroking my hand as we chatted.“You. I had been lusting after my sister for who knows how long? As far back as I could remember, I had been trying to see up her skirt or down her blouse or through her bikini or whatever else she covered her fantastic body up with.Some people think you shouldn't fuck your sister. Hell, I would have fucked her non-stop for the last bunch of Sundays if she would have ever let me get close enough to sniff her good stuff. As far as I'm concerned, incest taboos are for people who don't understand. She had that long, thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too. I watched her everyday, and I knew her habits. On weekdays morning she dressed in a short dress type suit. All stiff and business-like, the type that made men and women equal in the workplace. Later she would come home and change for jogging. She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirt. Because she had some huge breast she wore in of those tight jogging bras. Every day she came back all hot and sweaty making me. It was unusual for her to stay up this late.I let myself into the house and walked down the hall towards the bedrooms.Mom's door was ajar, and I glanced in as I passed it. Mom was still on her computer. and I realized to my shock, that she was staring at a PonyGirl web page, and her hand was busy between her legs, furiously rubbing her pussy.I watched in fascinated silence, as I couldn't believe that my staid mom could be looking at these images. I wondered if she associated with the ponies or.