I ran my finger over my body checking the tenderness of where I got hit. I kept running my hands over my body as my mind wandered, thinking through th...e sparing session, how Dan had moved, how I had kept eye contact at the beginning, his eyes, his face, his smile, his hands…oh I noticed that my hands were now massaging my breasts. I leant back against the side of the shower the water still streaming over me as I surrendered to my urges and slid one hand down towards my slit. I start to gently. . carpet muncher, get it?"Subtlety has never been my big sis's best asset. We finally sat. I was still very worried about a faux pas from my loving nutritionist. Then it happened!As I began pouring two gallons of gravy (as lumpy as one of the Three Stooges skulls) over five pounds of lumpier mashed potatoes, she could remain silent no longer. "Do you know what that crap is doing to your body?"Her diatribe brought jeers and profanities from others across the table. Soon, clumps of spuds were. When your body began to develop, I began to have an overwhelming attraction for you.”Her words were getting me aroused again. The horrible guilty feeling that I had experiencing began to ebb its way out of my chest and stomach. I was at a loss for how to respond to her.“I know you are probably disgusted with me for seducing you like that. I just hope you can forgive me and you don’t tell your dad.”“Mom, I wanted this too. I wanted it for a really long time. I promise I will never tell dad that. My first time. I remember it, and yet so many of the details remain vague, or perhaps they didn’t really matter. We got together several times more over the next few months until our semester ended, and we took one road trip together spending three nights in a hotel before she took a flight overseas to visit some family. We saw each other one more time after that, and then I returned to my home town to start my career, and she carried on with her life, with her two children. We kept in touch.