‘No problem, as long as you can fix my dog.’ ‘That’s what we’re here for. Want to put him back up here?’ I grabbed materials to do a skin ...craping. ‘So this started about 4 months ago?’ ‘Yeah. I thought it was stress. He started licking his legs a lot after my ex-wife moved out.’ I looked up at his thoughtful frown, and my heart went out to him. ‘I’m sorry. I got divorced last year. I know it’s hard.’ He smiled at me and it made my chest ache. I remembered how alone I felt when my marriage was. He couldn't be upset though, because this was his own doing. He made this deal, and he allowed it.Sarah slowly started getting up, but it was apparent she was struggling. The two orgasms her son game her left her very weak. Mark watched as Sarah lifted herself off Dylan's cock. A long stream of their juices dripped down from her pussy.Mark looked at her with a disapproving glare.She walked over to the desk with cum streaming down her leg.“I did it for you, for us,” Sarah said seeking. Was I really going to do this? There was no denying that I wanted to but I agonized over the implications, the irrefutable redefining of myself. There could be no undoing, no going back. Clearly, as in the words of the song, it does take courage to enjoy it. Sensing my hesitation, fearing I might bolt, he pulled me still closer to his erection. “Hold out your tongue.” His scent was intoxicating, the heady combination of musk and testosterone saturating my mind, heightening my arousal. I could. The storm was starting to pick up again. With lighting and some soft thunder. Mom was hugging the pillow and whimpering in her sleep as I watched. Her remark about facing the storm alone came back to me. And after I had returned the camera to my room I climbed in bed with her. I was only planning to hold her for comfort so she could sleep better That’s what I told my self as I put my arms around her and pulled her close.I had gone to bed in a pair of boxers and as I climbed in with mom my dick.