Spanner then began neighing like a stallion as his toes ground into the mattress for extra traction. My body kept moving ever upwards as he thumped my...arse like a beast. I had never been more aroused in my life. With a final primitive screech, he shot his load into my manhole, as his head manically swayed from side to side. Slumping onto me after he whispered, “I want you, and I’m going to make you mine.” We just lay there in a moist embrace as he licked my ears. I was totally exhilarated but. Funny though. After I met him, I was happy fucking only him. Now, I am happy with you.”“How about Andy?”“She is strongly programmed to be only for you. I...” She flinched, eyes wide and startled, as if she had received a electrical shock. She stood without speaking, staring at me.“Conflict between programming and your will?” She said nothing and her expression did not change. I was sure Uncle Bert had programmed her to not reveal some information and to keep other information secret until some. We would eat at the refectory, have fish and chips or omelette and baked potato or some such, and then it was work for the rest of the evening with the radio playing in the background. Saturday was shopping in the morning, work in the afternoon and a meal out in the evening in Newcastle, Hanley or Stoke, followed by a few drinks in the union bar.On Sundays we would go for long walks, or drive to Cannock Chase or a Stately Home, taking a picnic lunch. Then more work in the afternoon and then I. My pussy clenched down on my son's big cock. I loved being his Mommy-slut. I felt alive again, the ashes that had suffused my world after Clinton's death blown away by my son's dominating lusts. I let out a mewing sigh, his groin smacking into my plump ass, balls slapping the back of my thighs.“Mom,” he grunted again, loving the pussy that had birthed him. He came from my hole. And I loved it when he returned, filling me up with that big, thick dick. I created the cock that fucked me. I raised.