My feelings for Dad and my conscience were preying on me, giving me a strong guilt feeling, but I was so horny from wanting her that even a threat wit... a shotgun probably would not have stopped me trying to get in her pants. I ran through all the mother/son incest stories on the net that I could remember but could not come up with an idea that might work. My best approach seemed to be to carry on as I had been, taking every chance to caress and sweet-talk her, in the hope that the pressure. We both walked towards the room. She pushed the door with her foot. And we went inside the door closed by itself. She asked me to keep it with other boxes. While keeping we accidently brushed each other. I said sorry, she said it was okay.My dick started to grow. I adjusted my pants and she noticed it and said that she needs to use wash room and asked me to wait. When she came out of the washroom she was even more attractive. More of her cleavage was visible and her sari was down an inch. And. She booked cab for me from station to her home. It is 20 minutes travelling. She lives in villa. Gated community. So no issues about our privacy and fun. She greeted me when I reached her home. She prepared biryani for me which she said she is good at it. It was a big house well-furnished because her hubby is a realtor. I freshened up and we both had our breakfast and we were chit chatting. I started touching her hand and we held each other’s and we looked into each other eyes and winked she. I’ll count on you to help look out for our girl,” I said.“Miss, I’ll send for a courier to pick up the bag, have it delivered to another courier across town, let it sit there for two hours, then have it delivered to Mr. Gallo’s house,” Jarvis replied.“Thanks, JarJar. Remind me to give you a raise when I’m not broke any more,” Clarice said.I called my own meeting. “My darlings and the loves of my life, the stakes have gone up a thousand times. There are all kinds of nasty people who want to make.