Reuniting with my Family

I'm Karl widow now 67 retired, have 5 grown children and all have left home. At the age of 5 I was fostered out. For 12 years I was away from my mother Joan and my twin sisters Kelly and Jodie. My father had died when I was 5 and that was the main reason I fostered away from my mother and sisters. The family I placed with moved away and my contact with my family stopped. It was 12 years later when my foster mother died, that I was able to get back to my family. My foster father gave me all the information I needed to find them, he was also very ill and passed away a month later. I wrote to my mother and no reply was received, finally I caught a bus and went back to look for them. The address I had been given was now a vacant lot, I looked in the phone book and wasn't lucky, mainly because the spelling of my mother's surname wasn't right and I was looking in the wrong section. By chance I asked a local shop owner and he pointed me in the right direction. I came upon my mother working at a bakery. I asked her If by she knew a Joan R and she replied That's me, what do you want with me. I answered I'm Karl and I think you might be my mother. She shouted Karl is it really you and Kelly and Jodie came in from the back of the bakery. Joan told them It's Karl and we all hugged each other. After a while I told them what had happened with me and later I went to their home with them. Joan and my sisters ran the bakery for a old couple who had retired. Joan had started there at the time of me being fostered out and been there ever since. Joan was 39 at the time of our reunion, Kelly 19 and Jodie 19. They lived in a small 2 bedroom cottage and walked to and from the bakery each day. Joan started at 4am and the twins at 6am Monday to Saturday all finishing at 5pm. Long hours and no free time except for Sunday, I inherited everything from my foster father as they had no children of there own. It was a large enough for me to buy a 4 bedroom house closer to the bakery and buy the bakery for Joan. I started working in the now family owned bakery and started with Joan at 4am. I felt out of place for a while, but came to feel at home with them. On the morning of a public holiday I woke as if I was going to work, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for water. Joan was already there and said You couldn't sleep in either. No I replied and got my glass of water. Joan came over and gave me a big hug and I got an erection, it just came up no real reason. Joan seen it and asked me Do I always get a hard on when I'm hugged. No it just happened and I don't know why I answered. She smiled and took my hand and led me back to my room. Once there, she told to get undressed and lay on the bed. Then she started to stroke it and then suck it. Finally she mounted me and I blew my load inside her, as we laid side by side we talked. She told me She knew was wrong for her to fuck her own son. But she couldn't resist, I told her I had enjoyed a lot and would like to do it again sometime. All she said Maybe, as it turned out I would be able to fuck Joan almost every week till I married at 25.