But Elizabetta didn't often smile. As the seventh daughter and final child of the family, she had little to look forward to for marriage prospects. Wh...t dowry she did have was insignificant and wouldn't draw the attention of any man under the age of sixty unless he were even more homely than she. But today was her birthday, and she was determined to have some spark of joy in the day, so she was headed to her favored glade.The trees rustled softly creating a kind of music around her as she ended. She was dozing fitfully when he returned and lifted her head as he strode purposefully toward her. With a quick tug of her leash, he toppled her from the couch and she scrabbled on the floor, pushing herself up onto all fours. He untied it from the hook on the wall and pulled her along through the house and out the backdoor. She crawled uncomfortably over the wet grass as he yanked her across the lawn to the pen, wondering what she’d done wrong. But after he removed her leash while they were in. Somewhat startled by the unexpected noise he quickly sits up trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. As his brain begins to focus the world suddenly comes rushing back to him. He is not rich and does not own a limousine. In fact he being nineteen and still living at home hardly has a penny to his name. As these thoughts hit him they bring other thoughts to the surface. Thoughts of his mother who since her husband left her has raised three young children by herself all the way into adulthood. He. He looked at his mother laying there, her breast falling slightly to the sides of her chest, her nipples erect begging for attention. Her bare stomach, her patch of black hair glistening from her juices. Her legs resting on his shoulders, they were firm but the skin was soft; Her legs were long.She pulled her ass up off the bed, pressing her legs against his shoulders, she led her sons cock into her. He pushed in deeper until he was all the way in, his balls resting against her ass.“Shhhhhh…”.