Maybe my luck was so bad that the person with whom I need to share my berth was a 50 years man named Shekar. I was cursing my self for being so unluck...y and went to my friends who were sitting in s8 with some beautiful college girls.When I returned I was surprised to see a woman sitting in my berth. She was wearing light green kurta with white leggings she was looking like a 28 years newly married woman. But I was shocked to see her 6 years son who was on the top berth. I told her that the berth. Precum beaded at the tip, a preview of the incestuous seed that would kindle a new life in me.I was having my brother's baby!I threw myself over the gear shifter.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sean ReenburgAs my sister straddled me, I shoved back the seat as far as it would go. She was lithe and slender. She had enough room between me and the steering wheel. Both her hands gripped my face, caressing her pussy cream coating my features. Her blue eyes were glassy, wild. Her blonde hair swept about. And I promise that I won't laugh. Then we can watch it together.”“Well that's tempting, Darling, but I'm not sure that I should be so indecently clad and parading my body in front of my own son.”“With the stockings on, you've got more covering your skin than when you're on the beach in a bikini.” I argued. Hoping that I got to stick around for the 'show'.“That's true, but it's not quite the same thing. Then again, you won't see anything you haven't already this morning. I guess it would be. She sweetly kissed my finger and laid her head back. I stroked her face with the back of my hand. As I caressed both sides of her face, I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. I reminded her not to move as I stood and undressed.The panties that were still in my shirt pocket were laid on the bed near her head. I then sat beside her and started to rub from her stomach up her chest, gently brushing her breasts along the way up to her neck. A single fingernail then traced from her throat to just.