It was a little unexpected; we'd spoken a few times at work, had lunch together, but I hadn't read too much into it. I spruced myself up, bought a bot...le of wine and headed over.She answered the door, stunning in a mid-thigh length flowery summer dress. It was low cut and I could see the bulging curve of her medium sized breasts. The way they swayed suggested no bra. I felt a warn stirring in my trousers. I smiled and handed over the bottle and we exchanged pleasantries.I was ushered through. I married her.”“Tell us what you remember about that time.”“Well, it’s a bit embarrassing because I sort of tricked her into marrying me.”“How did you do that?”“I knew that she was crazy about this jock named Duke and convinced her that I could train her to be a sexual expert who would be able to seduce Duke and make him marry her.”“But your plan failed?”“Yeah. After she had one date with Duke and had a chance to compare his tiny dick with mine and his non-existent love making skills with mine. This time he went far to open my blouse and caress my naked breasts and he even lifted my saree and petticoat to caress my mound and my thighs. I thought he would finger-fuck me but he didn’t and as usual he left me unfinished feeling very horny.The next morning he was back again playing a good son. But my feeling for him started changing as I started visualising him fucking me. The idea of my own son hitting on me took my feelings of perversity to a new height and made me anxious to what will. Pete had pushed the boat out, booking a large, three-bedroom gite with a private pool to give the two of us some privacy and luxury.There were plenty of excellent restaurants nearby and as many ancient monuments as a visitor could hope for. The sun was warm, the pool was cool and the food was excellent.Pete had insisted on driving us down to Provence for our summer holiday, spending a night en route in the historic town of Troyes. At least that had been the plan; when we had actually tried to.