Chapter 3

THE PRESENT

I got up and rushed to the door in a panic. Fortunately I had locked the door as it rattled with John trying in vain to get in.

“John, I’m fine,” I shouted. I slipped the latch off and taking great care only my face was visible, I opened the door ajar. All my sons were there staring each with a strange look on their face.

“What’s going on, Mom?” John asked.

I thought desperately as I felt a dog’s snout against my ass and then a tongue licking at the sperm running out of my pussy and down my legs.

“Look, boys,” I finally said, “please don’t think bad at me ... I have company. Male company. Sorry, but even a mother of my age has needs.”

I didn’t wait for an answer but shut and locked the door as the dog licking at me grabbed me around my waist with his front paws and wrestled me down onto the floor. I couldn’t even see which dog it was.

In seconds the second beast sprung onto my back.

THE PAST

I didn’t go back to the closet immediately as I had too much work to do. I had an exhibition of my work at the weekend I had asked my sons to help. I also gave them space to exhibit their photographic work including computer renderings and some new 3D work they were working on.

I had tracked down some of the local people who had bought my work and asked if I could borrow them for the show and all had agreed. I had to be particularly careful with those pieces.

I had 20 new works to exhibit, six of lighthouses including one of Grace Darling herself, and hopefully sell but my pride of place was a painting I had done of my three boys. I had them in a line, John, who was slightly the tallest in the middle. He was staring straight out to the front looking thoughtful. Peter and Paul were either side partly looking sideways on. All were dressed in casual slacks and open shirts of red, white and blue showing their hairy, muscular chests. Oh, boy, were they handsome.

They were horrible models and I had to resort to photographs but this was OK when they produced the 3D images of exactly what I was painting. It did make my job easier and their’s was win, win. I even had the 3D image enlarged to place it with the painting. The painting I had painted with so much love. It was my best work and it was not for sale.

The exhibition was a big success. My agent had promoted it well and the local media interviewed me and my sons and we were on the television.

I should have held it longer than the three days although all my paintings were sold on the first day.

It was the last day and the last hour, when things were winding down and my helpers had arrived to take down and crate the works that had to be returned when they walked in.

The three mature ladies I had seen at the Adult Store. They looked just the same. I prayed they didn’t recognize me.

They didn’t spend a lot of time looking at my work except the one of my sons. I could see they were admiring it. Then they came up to me.

“Grace Darling?” One of them asked? She had a low but very sensual voice.

“Yes,” I said. “Although my married name is Williams.” I replied. They each shook my hand. Each one gripped my hand and their fingers stroked my palm sending strange sensual shivers down my body.

They were dressed exactly the same. Long red dress, almost touching the floor, with plunging neckline showing off ample bosom. White pearl necklace and a silver cross and chain that stopped just at the start of the bosom but long enough to ensure the cross would nestle comfortably between the moons.