This is the continuation of my first story, If you didn’t read it, I suggest reading it before this story.This happened shortly after the Diwali in...cident. To be exact, it happened one month after I got my handjob from my mom. During the monsoons, I come home on the weekends from my PG to wash clothes and stuff. All my clothes were wet, so I had to stay one more day in my home. My dad and sister went to the office and school, respectively. By 9.30, only mom and I were at home. “What we’re doing is dangerous and it’s completely my fault.” He steals a glance at the girl, seeing her face drooped and confused. “Listen, Zaria. I love you as much as any parent can love their child, but I’ve crossed a line that I can’t uncross. All I can think about is you. When you’re away, I’m depressed and empty. When you’re with me, I can’t keep my dick in my pants. The more we play around like this, the greater chance we get caught.” He pauses to shake his head. “Not only is it illegal. .. how do you do it? Maybe you're doing it wrong..." I whispered looking into her eyes."Ugrrr... this is embarrassing, but... you're my Mom and I feel I can tell you anything."She put her head back on top of my breast, this time her lips were right at my nipple to where I could feel her hot breath. Jesus, I hoped my nipples weren't getting hard!"Well, I usually spread my legs really wide and with my finger I start rubbing my clit area while trying to think about something... sexy. Like a movie. “Discover,” she decided. “Us, especially by no means at all you, but you saw what you saw and there could be a million words I could say to you but I only have one thing to say, and that’s that I am very, very, very…sorry, that you had to see that.” Her voice cracked a little bit and I actually felt sorry for her.“Um…its okay Aunt Jennifer, I um…understand. I mean, I’ve done…” I hesitated for a second but drove on. “Similar things,”She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Really?”I gulped.