People often ask how mom and I got into this incestuous affair. To be honest, I have to think back, because it wasn't a plan going in. I got divorced in 2004 and moved back home with mom, and 2 of my brothers, one who was waiting for his new home to be finished, the other with his fiancee, waiting to save for their wedding. When I think back, I don't know how we all didn't see someone in a comprmising position with that many people in the house at once. But once they moved out, life became very relaxed around the house. 

The relationship began with mom quite innocently, but her response to my sassy comments took off in a hurry. I would make positive but sexy comments about her outfits for work. She worked in a bank and only rarly wore slacks. Skirt or dress, always with hose and heels. I started making light of her panty hose, saying she could avoid always throwing the away whe she got a run if she wore stockings, she could save the good one for the next run in the next pair. Stockings started showing up on the line downstairs, as did some damn sexy panties. After a few comments, she would strut in front of me if I was home when she went to work, and ask how she looked. And as I always tell yhe guys who ask how to get started, I started picking up a pair of hose, or a couple pair of panties as a present for her. That kind of started it all, 'cause she began looking at me in a different way.

The exact detail of our first encounter isn't clear, even to me, even now! But I do remember a kiss was involved, starting innocent enough, but grew with comment and confidence. The next thing either of us knew, we were ineach others arms, never to let go.

I'll pick up on more next blog post. Ask anthing you like and I'll try to answer.