You know... talking to you and doing these things is sort of hard for me as it's new, and not knowing if you're ok with it." Well, maybe we'll have to... work on that," replied mom. "We'll have to get you used talking more freely with me. We should practice" What do you mean?" I replied."You may use crude language more with me Jacob. That may help to remove the embarrassment that you feel. Once you are comfortable in doing that with me in our sessions and as we build up to them, I'm sure you will. She was putting the last of the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when the doorbell rang.“Mr. Willet,” she said through the screen door, not allowing him in the house. “Are you going to be making it a habit of visiting me on Sunday mornings?”He gave her a sly smile but did not make a move to enter the parsonage. They simply looked at each other in the eye for several long moments before Helen opened the screen door and stepped aside.“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” she asked, as she led him to. I felt a drop of pre-cum soak into myboxer shorts.She sighed and looked at me, giggling at theanticipation and lust ingrained upon my face and poutedmischievously. She knew I wanted her, and she staredinto my impatient eyes as she reached behind her backand pulled a ribbon. Her black dress fell forwardinstantly, and she licked her lips.She was gorgeously sensual and sexy; her expressions andmannerisms flowed effortlessly and her body oozedsexuality. She wanted sex; her soul screamed it to me. I was anxious for Friday to come, not just for the massage and the chance of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced body underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to feel it, to taste it. I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Christ’s sake, but since I used to fuck my sister all those years ago, it didn’t seem so scandalous to me. All I could think about was Rachel and the stud in.