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I feel so incredibly embarrassed about this whole situation. My name is Katherine and I'm the mother of the young man who has been writing these stories. I honestly can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm going to try to add to the conversation. I'm not exactly sure where to start, so I guess I'll start at the beginning?

Will was born and raised like any other normal boy. We thought he would be an only child, so we adopted a little girl named Brynn when he was 2 years old. They have always been close and until recently, I didn't understand exactly how close. As a mom, I want my kids to be healthy and happy, and the two of them are beyond happy right now.

Let me be a little more clear. Yes, I know all about their little romance now, but I didn't when this story begins.

My personal take on this whole thing? Society needs to lighten up and allow consenting adults to love each other the way they want to be loved. My opinion still doesn't remove the embarrassment I feel, because deep down all of this feels so taboo, but I still believe love is love.

So yeah, Will grew up, did well in school, played sports, and was accepted into a local college. He's leaving tomorrow night and we're all going to miss him, which is the understatement of the year.

So, now for the elephant in the room, the fact that Will and my sister Cassie are lovers, let's talk about that. I was pretty surprised after returning home from our anniversary getaway with my husband. My son Will is normally responsible and hard working, but when I walked through the door, the house was spotless. It almost felt like he was hiding something, you know?

When I approached his room, I confidently opened the door, and he looked up at me with his headphones on. He dramatically smiled and said, *quot;Hey mom! Welcome back! Man we missed you!*quot; He ran up and gave me a really awkward hug. Yup, *quot;something's fishy*quot; is an understatement.

Let me put it this way. He was definitely trying to hide the truth from me. How do I know? Because mothers always know! Advice for any young men out there reading this? Tell your moms the truth as soon as possible. Everything will be a lot easier for y'all in the long run.

So, that hug felt strange coming from my strong, tall, and usually very independent 18 year old son. He held onto me for a pretty long time, and I finally patted his back and said, *quot;Okay. So, where's everyone else?*quot;

He tried to be precise, *quot;Tessa, James and Porter are in the backyard (my three youngest kids). I think Bree's at work (she's my 18 year old adopted child), and Aunt Cassie? Prolly went out? I dunno.*quot;

When Will shrugged his shoulders and said the last line about my sister Cass, my lie detector antenna shot straight up. I could sense an increase in his pulse and saw that little muscle in his upper lip twitch.

*quot;Okay, sounds good honey.*quot; I didn't want to press him too hard, at least not yet. *quot;Well, I'm going to unpack and then get some dinner going. What do y'all want tonight?*quot;

*quot;Whatever's good, mom.*quot; He said, almost in a singing voice, which was a sign that he wanted me to leave his room as soon as possible.

*quot;Alright, let me get moving here and I'll ring that dinner bell when it's time to eat. Mmkay?*quot; I winked at him.

*quot;Sounds good, mom.*quot; Again, noticing his twitching little liar muscle.

As I left his bedroom and closed the door, I stood nearby and listened like a cat hunting a mouse. I noticed extremely quiet footsteps and heard an almost imperceptible whisper. Then more footsteps, a closet opening, and a little giggling noise.

With my detective hat permanently on at that point, I went to the kitchen and texted my daughter Bree (her given name is Brynn) and also my sister, Cass. The text said, *quot;Where r u? Just got home.*quot; A few minutes passed and surprisingly, the story that Will told me seemed to check out. Bree confirmed she was working and my sister Cass said she was at the store.

That still didn't solve the mystery. Who was giggling in Will's room? Surely that wasn't him. I haven't heard him laugh like that since he was about 9 years old. And why did he open his closet?

My curiosity was burning my insides at that point and so I walked back to Will's room and knocked again. *quot;Will, honey, can I come back in?*quot;

*quot;Sure, Mom!*quot; He called out in his fake singing voice. I bet whoever had been in his closet already snuck out of the house somehow. Probably through his window.

He opened the door and I walked in like a sleuth, looking around as quickly as possible for any clues.

*quot;Hey, so ummmmm, the house is spotless, and even your room is clean. What's up with that?*quot; I tried to smile really big to disarm him.

As he started to talk about this and that, I walked around his room and started looking at stuff, pretending like I cared about his posters of heaven-knows-what, and other funny teenage-boy things. *quot;Mmhmmmm*quot; I hummed, in an attempt to keep him talking, as I examined random items. Then, as nonchalantly poker oyna as possible, I walked over to his closet and opened up the doors. I tried to make it seem like it was just an afterthought, instead of the primary reason why I walked back in there.

The automatic closet light flickered on and I felt like a cheetah, ready to dash forward with all my senses on high alert, to hopefully find some evidence. As I stuck my head into the closet, I picked up a small scent of lotion and also saw a long hair on the carpet!

Now obviously, I'm smart enough not to bend down, pick up the hair, and then confront my son on the spot. No, I'm a smart momma, and so I closed the closet and casually glided toward the exit. On my way out I kissed Will on the forehead, with him still jabbering away.

LOL, kids! Am I right? Sheesh! This sneaky kid of mine thought he could talk his way out of mamma bear with my built-in monocle! No sir, not today! So guess what? After everyone went to sleep, in the middle of the night, where do you think I was? Yup! Back at my son's door, with lockpick in hand, ready to collect that hairy piece of evidence.

I silently reached Will's door and tried the doorknob as though it was lava, just barely touching it with the tips of my fingers. It turned slowly, and then slid my body through the door (glad I'm in shape!). In the darkness I looked over at Will's bed and couldn't see any body bumps or anything. I know that he had gone out earlier with Cass, but the room looked empty. Just to make sure, I tiptoed over to the bed and put my hand softly on the covers, and nothing, the boy was still out somewhere.

So now y'all are judging me pretty hard I'm guessing? You're asking, why does this momma bear care so much about what her adult son is up to? Well, you know, he can do whatever he wants, as long as it doesn't negatively impact our home or the other kids. I don't care if he's up all night and sleeps all day, but I also want him to live a happy and healthy life! So yeah, I do care about him deeply, and want to take care of my little man.

Oh, and also, wouldn't your curiosity drive you up the wall if you noticed all these mysterious things like I do? I bet so! Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this! You know I'm right people!

Okay, so after discovering an empty bed, I walked a little faster over to his closet, opened the door, used my phone's flashlight, and *quot;Ah hah!*quot; I yelped in a very quiet voice, laughing at how fun this detective game was. I reached down and picked up the long hair. I seriously felt so proud of myself in that moment. I almost cheered out loud. All of my years of training as a mommy, and I felt like I had reached my pinnacle! Yes! But, instead of audibly cheering, I opted for a massive fist air pump. Yes, I know, I know...I air pumped as I stood there in my silky pajamas, in my son's bedroom, in the middle of the night, with a long hair in my hand. So yeah, I admit it, I'm super dorky haha.

The next morning, when the natural light was good, I took the hair out of my top drawer (I had put it in a plastic baggy the night before) and examined it closely. I looked at the length, the color, and even smelled it. Something about it seemed very familiar to me, but I couldn't quite put the puzzle together.

I thought to myself, *quot;Well okay spy girl, just like they do on TV, you need to start eliminating the usual suspects.*quot; Clearly none of my kids or husband have long hair like this. Check. I then thought about Cass and how long her hair had gotten. She used to always keep it short, but the last year or so she let it grow out well below her shoulders. She has really beautiful hair by the way, and I have always been a little jealous.

Later that afternoon, when everyone was chilling out at the house, I noticed Cass sitting on the couch in the family room next to Will. Again, like the master sleuth that I am, I walked inconspicuously over to the couch and sat down next to her, trying to act as normal as possible. They were watching some baking show and seemed pretty into it. I tried to join them a little as I slowly pulled the long hair out of my pocket. *quot;Wow, look at that underbaked cookie! Oh man, that judge is gonna get sick!*quot; My comments now sound hilarious as I write them down, but they sounded pretty relevant in the moment.

I laughed in a fake but very believable manner, and tried to wait for just the right moment. As the judges started announcing the winner I put my hand up by Cassie's head and let the hair fall down. It was a PERFECT match, people! A PERFECT MATCH! HUZZAH!

My head swam after connecting the dots and I nearly slumped out of the couch onto the floor. Luckily the winner on the show was being announced at the same time, so I stood up and put my hands on the shoulders of my son and my sister and shook them, *quot;OH MY HECK! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!*quot; I smiled a huge fake smile and they both looked up at me like I had just escaped from the asylum, dressed in ragged clothes and had some missing canlı poker oyna teeth.

*quot;Yeah, mom, pretty cool!*quot; Will tried to echo my enthusiasm, but Cass could tell something was up.

I think Will mentioned this earlier, but Cass and I are BEST friends, like we couldn't get any closer without actually sleeping together. When people say they can finish each other's sentences, that's exactly us. I'm not even joking.

I practically kicked myself in the rear after realizing how long it took me to put everything together. It all seemed so clear now. As I walked out to the kitchen to get some fresh air, I seriously thought about kicking my ass with the heels of my feet as I walked away, but again, I didn't want them to think I was too nuts.

So I sat down at the kitchen table and just stared off into space, trying to imagine the implications of what I had just discovered. How long? Where? How much? These were the types of inappropriate questions that started to materialize in my scrambled brain.

As my mind was racing I could feel a drop of sweat hit the top of my hand on the table. Just then, Cass walked in and my heart dropped into my tummy. *quot;Hey...*quot; my sister said timidly.

*quot;Hey...*quot; was all I could return.

*quot;What's up K?*quot; She called me 'K' for short and when she wanted to connect.

*quot;Well, I'm just thinking about things. I have a lot on my mind right now.*quot; I was a terrible liar, and she definitely tapped into that same-brain-wavelength phenomenon I mentioned above.

She thought carefully for a moment and then softly said, *quot;You know K, I am really, really happy here. Thank you again for letting me stay. Seriously, I've never been happier.*quot; She smiled as though she knew that I knew, and was trying to play two chess moves ahead.

*quot;Oh yeah?*quot; I mumbled, not quite sure what to say. *quot;I*quot;m happy for you, Cass, I really am. I love you with all my heart and I just want you to be happy.*quot;

*quot;I truly*quot; she paused for effect, *quot;...am very, very...DEEPLY happy.*quot;

She smiled again, larger than life. I looked up into her big eyes and saw a small tear running down her cheek. She had me convinced in just a few minutes and with very few words. I was not only convinced that her relationship with Will was normal and okay, but that it was also very healing and beautiful.

*quot;Okay, sis*quot; and I hugged her. We warmly embraced for what seemed like 5 minutes, rubbing each other's backs, comforting one another. It was like we were communicating through touch that we both knew EXACTLY what had been happening over the past few days between her and Will.

Okay, so now here's the weird part. As we sat there gently massaging each other's backs, I felt a little tingle in my private parts. I tried to fight it at first, but the moment was so beautiful that I just let it ride and started to ignore it. I now consider it a sacred feeling, another step along our journey of love for each other. I didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed, but just tried to enjoy that nice sexual feeling deep within myself.

While growing up as a teenager I had often fantasized about certain girls in my class. I never really acted on anything, but this one time (we were 18) a really hot girl and I went to a movie together and held hands. She probably thought it was just a thing close girlfriends do, but that one simple touch, sent sexual vibrations throughout my entire body. I remember sitting there in the theatre and looking down at my feet, feeling like little bolts of electricity were shooting out from my toes. So yeah, I guess you could say I'm bisexual? I'm not exactly sure, because I adore my husband, but there is something about a voluptuous female body that sends shivers down my spine.

Okay, (and I'm sighing loudly as I type this) we'll now switch gears a little and I'll try to sync-up my story with where the last chapter left off.

The few days before we left on our camping trip felt very normal, except for the ever-growing lump in my throat as I would think about Will and Cass and what they might be doing in private. In fact, especially at night as I lie awake in bed, that lump would travel down to my vagina, and I found myself battling with thoughts about them acting out. I could only imagine the types of sexual adventures they were having, and it made me incredibly horny, like constantly horny.

Now imagine a huge mental and emotional tug-o-war. That's like my weak brain and my throbbing private parts and how they started battling for dominance. Here, let me illustrate. The day before our camping trip I was standing in the kitchen, and a particularly vivid fantasy popped into my mind where the two of them were having sex in the bathroom. As I stood there near the dishwasher, I felt a wave of blood and wetness rush to my vagina, and I had to brace myself with two hands on the counter, panting like a dog in heat. I was trying to stay still but it felt like someone inserted a magnet into my trembling vagina, and started pulling it up against the internet casino hard counter top. I was so horny that I subconsciously moved my hips slightly to the right and found the pointed corner, and just sat there, allowing the pressure to build. At the time I was wearing short teal exercise shorts, so I could feel the hard corner through the thin silky fabric.

I was lost in my thoughts and feelings in that moment, with my curvy ass sticking in the air, and my little round butt cheeks barely peeking out from under my shorts. I was so lost in fact, that when someone walked in, I barely noticed. It was like a shadow. This unknown person got a drink of water, said something to me, and then walked out. I think I may have grunted, *quot;Mmkay*quot; in return, I'm not even sure. All I know is that my face was all scrunched up, my stomach muscles were clenched, and my mind was totally gone as I stood there, with my fingernails clawing the underside of the countertop. When I could finally feel myself getting close to orgasm. I lifted my right hand and cupped my left breast, and squeezed as hard as I could. I'm a D cup (natural I might add) so I couldn't hold the whole thing, but I really tried.

So, as I stood there with my clit pushing down hard against the corner, my right hand massaging my breast, and my left hand gripping the counter, I didn't even really need to rub myself. Just the mounting pressure and that hot vivid video that was playing in my mind, were enough for me to cum, and I came really hard. My orgasm shook me and I wondered if anyone saw the way my body wiggled in ecstasy.

So yeah, that's the kind of effect those dirty thoughts were having on me, and something deep within my sexual soul wanted even more. Again, a tug-of-war, with everything I know that is right, and everything that feels so very wrong.

In fact, *quot;This feels so wrong.*quot; is the phrase that I almost constantly repeat in my mind as I fight dirty thoughts. *quot;This needs to stop.*quot; is another. When I was pressing my clit against the counter it was almost like those two little phrases were fuel for the blazing sexual furnace deep inside my womb. Like tiny worker-men, taking buckets of those phrases and tossing them into the flames. Y'all, the more I try to stop, the harder it gets!

I dunno guys, maybe I need therapy? We probably all do, but when something like that feels so good, sometimes you just have to go with it, ya know?

So people, now try to listen to what happened on the camping trip. I'm telling you, this stuff really happened, and I'm still wet because of it. Even after experiencing what I did, I'm still in shock about the whole thing. And, because this story is so effing hot, I actually just masturbated a few minutes ago thinking about it in my bathroom. I may even have to masturbate a few more times before I finish writing. Oh well, here it goes. If you notice my words suddenly trailing off, you'll know why.

Okay, so camping trip, here we go. I'll try to focus. The day we arrived was gorgeous weather, sun shining, birds singing, and the water looked great. The boys put up the tents (2 large adult tents and 1 for the kids) and Cass and I got the kitchen stuff ready. This spot near our lake is where we go every year for Bree's birthday. It's my happy place, and I bet most of the family will tell you the same thing.

I put the 3 little kids to work building sand castles near the lake while my husband read his book. Will and Bree were gone most of the afternoon and Cass and I tried to relax. At dinner we all sat around our big folding table and had a great time. Everyone, even the littles, were nice to each other. It will go down as one of the happiest and brightest memories in my life.

The family started getting sleepy fairly early because of how hard we all played. The boys went to their tent and the girls and I went to ours. Cass took the middle spot, with me on her left and Bree on her right. It was perfect because we both love Cass a lot and it's nice to share.

*quot;Hey K, can you pass me some trail mix and a banana?*quot; Cass whispered as we were trying to let the boys fall asleep.

*quot;Sure, but you really shouldn't be eating late at night, Cass. It'll make your boobs even bigger.*quot; I scolded her a little because I've always been jealous of her slightly bigger boobs. She slapped my arm and grabbed the snacks from my hand.

I lied down under my soft sleeping bag, staring up into the darkness and took a deep breath. Today was such a relaxing day, and I didn't want it to end. But as they say, *quot;an idle mind is the devil's workshop*quot; and sure enough, as I lie there in the dark, my mind started replaying one of my favorite fantasies about Will and Cass.

I felt the now-familiar wetness return to my vagina, and like the sleuthy ninja that I am, my hand silently inched lower. Now, just to be clear with y'all, I'm not someone who masturbates all the time, at least I wasn't a few weeks ago! I actually think it's kind of wrong, so the fact that my hand started going down my pajama bottoms and into my panties was a big deal. When I orgasmed in the kitchen it was sort of a fluke. I'm just not usually that horny. But as y'all now have seen, my horndometer is off the charts lol.