" I think my mother used to watch a similar show thirty years ago," Bryant said. "Only it was a female writer." Just watch it," Jan said. "Now, here's...the big thing. He has the hots for her. She has the hots for him but won't admit it." Of course," Bryant said. Jan slapped his arm."At least they got the ages of the characters right," she said. "They're all in their thirties. It's not like some of the shows that cast a twenty-year-old as a police detective."Jan hit the play button and the show. It seemed a little alarming to see him being carried away in the flow of beasts but by nature, and his apparent expertise, seemed so normal as well. So, as the first cows entered the parlor stanchions holding them while they were milked, I wandered in through the room I’d seen earlier, was all stainless steel pipes and tints with white paint.Milking was starting without a hitch, no delay, and the flow of the cow filled tide told me I was going to be involved in new work learning on the fly. I. Randall to treat her like this. I was ashamed and embarrassed to be witnessing it, but at the same time I couldn’t deny how aroused I was by seeing my mother subjecting herself to this humiliation.“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I said, sounding meek and c***dish.“What’s happening is that I’m giving you a gift, Danny. A very special gift, indeed.” Mrs. Randall tossed the tattered newspaper aside. “Your mother and I have become close over the past year. Close in a way that has helped both. I feel a hand run around my chin and slowly lift my head and as the hand directs me I fail to notice that it isn't slender or petite.So I am surprised once more when I feel this warm thick rod press against my lips looking for access. I snap back to reality and realize what's going on, so I quickly open and let the rod in. I am now being assaulted on both ends, at the rear I have a tongue slowly working its way deeper into my now quivering hole. All the while I have this thick juicy cock.