John didn't like arguments or fights in his family. He was quite sensitive and always upset if his family didn't get along.

Karissa sat next to her son and opposite her husband. Her bathrobe parted, exposing one plump brown left leg.

Isidore's cock stiffened as he noticed his mom's bare flesh.

"So what are we going to do today," John asked, never looking up.

Isidore ate his cornflakes while slowly taking his right arm off the table and casually dropping it to his side.

"I don't know, Dad, haven't thought about it."

"John, you and Isidore should go fishing. Your mother told me there's a trout stream they keep stocked...