Pleased with herself she watched the door in anticipation of what was about to come. Across the hall in her son’s room Brian laid on his back in...his bed, sheets pushed back, cock sticking straight up and aching, aching for his mother’s pussy or another wonderful blow job. However, his mother’s words came back to haunt him…“Go Brian, go back to your room…we can never do this again. It is wrong…it is incest. Please go.” His mother had been so insistent that despite his longing for her and the. He leaned over her and stared down at his wife stroking her hands up and down my shaft.“What?” I blinked, shocked by this turn of events. “Wait, wait, she's going to get pregnant if I fuck her, and you're okay with that?”“Uh-huh,” he groaned, squeezing his hands. “We've tried, but my wife and I are having so many problems conceiving. We want a child so much and... And... Will you fuck my wife and breed her?”What was going on? What type of pheromones did I produce? This guy was begging me to. I looked down and could see a dark wet spot spreading between my thighs. “Well, someone’s enjoying the view” whispered Caitlin. I blushed and walked out of the room as she begged me to come back. I went to the kitchen to fetch some wine and glasses and made my way back out to the couch. Caitlin tried to get up but cried out in pain. "What's wrong" I asked."I must have hurt my back swimming, but I'll be okay" she told me."Oh no" I said "Lay back down and I'll try to help you, Now where does it. Finally, just short of an old oil jetty, where the sharp shingle rocks met the sand (all good fisherfolk know that’s where you’re most likely to catch fish at such venues), he stopped and stretched, waiting for her to catch up. He surveyed the ground he would be fishing on, working out where he would cast his lead to avoid snagging up but still in with a chance to catch the bigger bass that flirted with the edges of the rocks as the tide came up. But there was plenty of time before the tide.