Maybe it was the sound of her voice or something.At home that evening, she listened again to the message Dawn had left on her voice mail."Laura. Damn..... you're not there. I just wanted to hear your voice. Guess I'll have to settle for the 'Hi, leave a message' part. Maybe I'll call again... just so I can hear it again. I was thinking about you... about us. In fact, I really can't stop thinking about it. Missing you... already. Hoped you'd be there. Oh well. Kiss kiss. I... oh, you know. Bye.. . It’s much, much sexier than I imagined...” She marvels.She jerks it a little, looking around at the camera as she does it, a look on her face indicating just how amazed she is to be jerking off a dog. Creasing up a little and laughing even as she continues to play with him. “I’m wanking a bloody dog ... Oh for-fucks-sake ... What am I doing??” She says under her breath.As she jerks, the tip of his cock pokes out, a couple of inches to play with, and she stops jerking immediately so she can. He was well hung and the images of his rock-hard penis in the bathroom were constantly bombarding my mind. I was getting turned on by my son!The dilemma was whether I take some initiative or let him chalk the path? I decided that I should let my son take the lead like a real man. But won’t resisit his maneuvers. It was as if he read my mind. He opened his eyes and looked up at my face and gazed at me.“Rick beta any problem?” I asked casually.“No mom it is maybe for the first time I am seeing. All weekend.This is the girl with the voice who phoned me at the office to tell me she wanted me to come home, right then. When I couldn't, she told me she just wouldn't wait any longer, and didn't, but stayed on the phone.This is the girl who bought a new coat, and then stood in the kitchen at home, in a maid's outfit, with a wooden paddle, to apologise. She insisted I punish her. Five times she had to be punished for that coat.This is the show-off who took me swimming, and didn't tell me.