I'm here. Sleepy. Just let me sleep in and I'll do my lawns tomorrow.Mom's StorySam and I were in the kitchen, doing the dishes. At my son's request, ... was talking to her about birth control. She told me that she'd been thinking about it and finally had the nerve to talk to her mother about it and was planning to do so that afternoon after practice. I agreed to step in and help if it became necessary.I'd just picked up a glass to wash when I heard Les scream and then a sickening thump. I knew. Even at 6 months old, when he mounted Linda he dwarfed her small frame.Then came the Doberman. He was a classic Doberman in appearance and had the look of death about him as most Doberman's do, so his registered name was Grim Reaper. We called him Reaper. After he was a little over a year old, he worked Linda over one night so thoroughly, she threatened, tongue-in-cheek of course, to name him Raper.Then the Rotty. His name was Jig from a country song. I loved that night as he pumped his. She reached up with her right hand across her body to unclip what turned out to be a maternity bra. With her left hand, she reached up and nestled her left breast and slowly began to massage and knead it.She began a rhythmic self-massage stroke, widening her hand and then drawing her hand forward to her nipple. After two or three times I saw the most amazing thing; a bead of milk began to form on the end of her nipple. I was mesmerised watching these two as they continued to gaze into each. “Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed over and over, gasping for breath. Her body shook, twitched, and jerked violently as she buried the vibrator in her slit. Her nose was running. Her lips trembled with an odd, curly smile. Her pussy ran freely with her juices. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Spittle ran from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. “I’m cuming! I’m cuming!” she screamed. For a wonderful minute, Gail experienced the most.