She and her mother had a huge argument on the day of thefamily intervention and had only talked via telephone twice since then.Both had resulted in Je...ny in tears and me comforting her. So, whenthe day to see her mother again came, Jenny was a nervous wreck. Shepleaded for me to come with her to see her mother. I wasn't sure if Ishould. One of the reasons for the dramatic scene on the day of theintervention was my presence in Jenny's life. It was the day beforethe reuniting that I received. I couldn’t believe the things she was saying. It was unreal, impossible for my brain to absorb.“Mum, you don’t…” I gasped.“I do. You started it, Lucas. You got that cock of yours out in front of me.”“But…”“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it. I know it’s dirty and really wrong – you don’t need to tell me. I understand you’re shocked, I am, too.”“Then why--?”“Because I’m so fucking randy and sometimes get so worked up I can’t control myself. Don’t ask. Not now. If you want to do this, now is. Up to my neck in the deep end of the pool, I felt emboldened and kicked off the soccer shorts, then tucked them up behind the ladder, before gliding along the length of the pool to where she rested on the lounge at the shallow end.She lay motionless, the sun slowly baking her perfectly smooth skin. I could see the fine blonde hairs on her arms, thighs, and the creamy exposed half of her ass.My throbbing 7-inch cock poked out of the top of my suit.She stirred a bit, repositioning her arms under. Let him put his doggy-cock inside me. Wanna try it?”I looked at her incredulously.So she added, “You can’t get knocked up. It’s doggy sperm.”I looked at her and thought about it for a long moment.“How did you do it?”She knew I was interested and began to fill me in on the details. They did it in the family room. She put little socks on his front paws, so he wouldn’t scratch her. She used lots of lube, so it wouldn’t hurt. It was rear-entry “doggy-position,” of course. Then, after answering my.