I turned around to find my sister staring at me. Megan was two years older than me, but from the time I was born she would follow me around. "Hey, sis..., Whats up?" I said as I took off my shirt. "I was just walking down the hall when I saw you taking your clothes off," she said as she stepped closer to me. "Yeah? Why stop and stare though?" I asked as I stretched to loosen up. She pointed down towards my crotch. I looked down to see that my boxers were loose enough for my cock to hang out. I. I used to smell her panty and bra whenever I got time. And also jerk sometime on them when I got a chance. She was dam hot. Then after 4 years we got boy for her and she was married. But after a year or so when i used to go there she was not much happy, I inquired few time but she did not tell me.Time passed but she was not happy then one day when I visited their home I put kasam to her, she please tell me what is the matter why r you not happy but she told me that I will not understand and. "Mum walked to the stairs, turning around with tears in her eyes, and in a soft voice said, "neither do I." She looked down at my erection and with that cheeky grin of hers added, "did you have one of those to take care of last night?" I nodded. "two of them actually."Her face brightened, she moved back a couple of feet towards me saying, "Two, that's pretty good. I had something to take card of as well after he went to sleep. Knowing that my son was watching us was such a turn on for me, I. She, by the time that his hands were slinking up the last millimeters of thigh-next-to-labia, was now a slave to the craving for contact between mother and son.Contact of the naughtiest sort, of the nastiest kind; incest of parent-child. But he was plenty adult in what he had done to her nubbin of fun. Maybe that's why sex was so good after work when she was younger, working as a stew. It relieved tension. That was the excuse the airline Captains used as a proposition to get into a cute.