.. yes, Mom; who else?" She chuckled. "You know the routine: weeat, she asks us about our jobs and why we aren't doing better. Thenshe asks the emb...rrassing questions about our sex lives and tells usabout the son or nephew of some friend of hers and what a nice boy heis. Finally, she gets _obvious_ and talks about her friends'grandchildren."Denise made a face. "Sounds lovely." Oh, it's not as bad as all that, not even when she sighs while shetalks about other women's grandchildren. It's. "You don't play fair," he remarked, and then began to splash me, catching me off guard. I moved onto my back and retaliated by kicking my feet. We continued this for a good five minutes while Chey barked at us, until I sank under the water in defeat, swimming to the other end of the pool to place enough distance between Luke and me to give me enough time to wipe the water from my eyes.He laughed at me as he reached out and took hold of the edge of the pool for a rest and then looked in my. Then he ordered his submissive mother to get into her natural position, she looked at him funny as if not aware of the position he referred to. He snapped back that all bitches knew their natural position was on their hands and knees doggie style. Alison marvelled at her son's grasp of the situation and half wondered if she had created a monster for here he was aged thirteen ordering his own mother to be his bitch in the doggie position so god knows what he would be like at 18 or 28 years of. She wasnt even sure she wanted to go all the way and she ended up having a big fight with Sam, who got really pissed off and took her home early, leaving her standing in front of her house alone and upset, afraid shed lost Sam forever. It was a very hot summer night when Erin took all of her clothes off and went to bed. A small breeze blew in from the one wide open window in her room. She was still sweating though and still upset that Sam was so pissed off. Gradually, she drifted off to a.