Wednesday Hector looked at me with a quizzical and seemingly disappointed look on his face, as he saw his new bitch arrive in the kitchen, dressed in...joggers and a tee shirt. "We need fresh air," I bent and mock scolded him, but all he did was look at me and lick my face. I suppose he got his fresh air when he went out to do his business, but I needed to run and work a different set of muscles, other than the ones that had been over-worked the past few days. Hector greeted the word 'walkies'. Sam’s sarcastic comments about everybody and everything inflamed the others -- and some of that emotion was transferred to Emily as she and Sam were perceived as allies. Ben was quietly depressed; Kevin was almost a child, going from wild elation to dark despair in a moment. Gaston, the pilot, was silent and sullen. He rarely spoke except to Emily, and then in the French she barely remembered from her childhood.The sexual tensions didn’t help matters. All the men looked longingly at Emily’s. He had been strangely reticent to discuss his plans for the holiday, leaving me room to wonder about his activities today. Turning into my driveway, I’m greeted by two dog paws planted in the middle of my chest, tumbling me back into the snow bank. Laughing and squirming out from under 45 pounds worth of wagging fur, I realize that I never leave her outside when I leave. Simultaneously, I realize that the lights are on in my living room as well. I shake my head, blaming my forgetfulness on my. ." she was saying. I grabbed my mother's big, creamy hips and pulled them apart. She gasped as my cock violated her rectum. As I watched in amazement my full 8 inches sank into my mother's anus easily. "You look like a whore, mom!" I said, pumping my huge member in and out of my mother's ass. "I'm a whore, son," my mother replied.This turned me on like nothing ever had. "You dirty cunt, you cock hungry slut...getting ass fucked by your son.... you whore!" I went wild. She started thrusting her.