By the time dinner was served Emily was already drunk on her feet in an attempt to bury her nerves. She was counting down the minutes and then cursed ...erself for thinking of those hands, those eyes, and all the things she spent two months trying to bury. Then she got the text message that the plane carrying the team from New York was delayed. They wouldn’t be getting in until early the next morning if they were lucky. She spent the rest of the night playing cards with her other co-workers and. .. also for my son. That was before my son and I made that horrendous agreement and now I feared that he may alienate and disgust my mother with some bawdy advances.That night I lay in bed and considered taking that fateful step and welcome my own son into my bed if only so that he does not embarrass us with my mother. I am not sure if it was lucky or not that I fell asleep before a decision could be made.The next day was surreal - mother giving Robert and I chaste peeks, commenting about how. So it not a dog we have seen before, so he's sniffing around more than usually interested, she's trying to play in cool and runs back towards to her owner. She stops halfway, mine catch's her up and playfully sniffing her arse tries to mount, misses by a mile. Stupid Dick. The bitches owner silly cow runs towards them and tries to keep them apart. "Is your dog intact" she asks "Yes" I say. "Mines in season" she says. Who the fuck brings an on heat bitch out and lets them off the lead. "Ah could. I stretched out and moaned softly, feeling the dried cum crackling against my skin on my thighs, chest and face as i moved. i was suddenly very aware of my urgent need to use the rest room and called out to them, "Hello? Max? Jimmy? Anyone? i need to use the bathroom, please."The door opened fully and Max walked in slowly, with the confident look i had come to expect. "Little white ho slept like a little baby after all that big black cock, musta worn you out bitch huh? Let's get you to.