She then stated that she needed to get up and go freshen up. I nodded silently as she slowly lifted herself off my lap and stood up. She then silently gathered her clothes and rushed upstairs to clean up. I smirked behind her back at her attempt to give me some space as if I needed any space. I moaned and stretched when she had left the room, as I wiped myself off with my T-shirt. I considered putting the shirt back on to taunt my her with evidence of her perversion but decided against it when I saw just how much of our collective juices were now staining my shirt. I smiled when I thought about Mom's reaction to finding my now soiled T-shirt in the laundry and wondered is she would be proud of her success at incest or ashamed for forcing me into it.
I quickly changed shirts and then smirk
