I took out a condom and a bottle of lube, and I headed to my son’s room. I opened the door of Eric’s room. He was lying on his back and watching T...V. He looked at me but then again stuck his eyes to the T.V screen pretending to avoid me. “What are you doing in my room?” Eric asked even after seeing the condom and bottle of lube in my hands and my hunger for his cock in my eyes. “I have come to satisfy my son,” I said with a smile. “I don’t need any satisfaction,” he said even though his hard. One of his hands abandoned its commitment to her breasts and struggled to unfasten the belt around his waist. Over the jangle of the buckle unfastening, Lynn's breath was fast and laboured. The sound of a zip was apparent, and in my peripheral vision I could see Ross's trousers and pants dropping to his ankles. My eyes were still on Lynn though, her eyes now closed, her lips, tongue and teeth familiarising themselves with Ross's. Their kissing was intense; Ross's neck now craning back to ensure. Dog moaned as she touched his injuries, He licked her hand once and lay back down on his side.I hurried to get our newest stake side truck. I threw gunny sacks on the bed of the truck for a pallet and carried dog out and placed him on them. I drove straight to the veterinarian's clinic. He lived in the rear.He came to the door and directed me to take Dog directly to his operating room. By the time I carried Dog to the clinic door it was already open. I tried to be gentle as I carried Dog from. At least she wasn't wearing that damn robe. She turned around and saw him. He felt even worse as her face lit up in a gorgeous smile. "Hi sweetheart" she said, "Want some breakfast before we get started?"He went to the refrigerator and opened it."Don't drink from the carton dear" his mother said automatically, as he lifted it to his lips. He looked. She wasn't even looking at him. How did mothers DO that? Could they be mind readers? He didn't think so. If she could read his mind, she'd be.