And that was it. As suddenly as she’d appeared in his life, she was called to another conversation by another interesting guest. What on earth could...Pierre do that would hold the attention of Catharine? Probably nothing. But it was too late, she was a part of him now, one he could not shake. Days drifted into weeks, weeks into months and Catharine still filled Pierre’s mind. He’d see her here or there, parties and premieres, but their interactions were limited and brief, far too brief, for. She said feel free to touch it so i did. It was so wet and hot. I gently rubbed around her pussy, afraid that i would hurt her. I must be doing the right thing because she screamed she wants more. She got up and asked ‘jack remember how i sucked your penis, it felt good didn’t it?’ i nodded. ‘well you can return the favour to me by licking my pussy’ I was shocked. How could i possibly lick her vagina, the place where she pees? I was hesitant and asked her ‘are you sure its safe? It smells. A pair of exercise leggings, and low heels. Given my heavy, swaying tits, shapely legs and tight ass, my outfit was an attention grabber, so I wasn’t terribly surprised at Evan’s struggles to keep his eyes off my boobs. Watching him lose the battle to ogle my tits was making me kind of horny, and I realized that my pussy was getting a bit moist, and my nipples were beginning to get hard. I glanced down at my breasts as we chatted with Evan and noticed that I had small, but obvious, bumps. My married life would be ruined permanently, and I would be a pariah for rest of my life.Nonetheless, I could not do away with my incestuous thoughts about my son. The sense of shame and guilt diminished over a period of time and finally, I succumbed to the temptation. I gave up my resistance and started enjoying my lewd thoughts about my son.I convinced myself that I was only fantasizing, not actually doing anything with my son; thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to harm anyone..