Chapter 4

THE PRESENT

The big German Shepherd, my lover, was stabbing away and his weight made me involuntarily shift down a wee bit and boom. His cock entered me. In the wrong hole.

“Oh, God!” I yelled. “You’re in my ass! No!!”

I then realized my sons were probably listening at the door. If they were they’re having a field day. Probably laughing their heads off. Or disgusted with their mother. It didn’t matter I would have to go along with the ride. And what a ride.

I had found out a dog is far more aggressive in his love making than a man is. Faster and more powerful. In my cunt I found it very arousing but in my ass it was a different story. It hurt. And it wasn’t a good hurt.

Not at first.

I would have liked it to have stopped. I was dry there and it felt as if my insides were being torn apart. Quickly and thankfully the dog’s precum was oiling my narrowest opening and it was easing the pain.

Amazingly I now started to enjoy it. And I even had a small climax when a thought entered my head.

I was being buggered by a dog!

THE PAST

My thoughts were interrupted when I was asked by one of the helpers if they could start taking down the exhibits. I nodded and asked her where my sons were? She told me they were speaking to three elderly ladies. I jumped up from the chair and shot out of the room.

I was just in time to see the “ladies” disappearing from the exhibition hall. I walked smartly over to my sons.

“What did they want?” I demanded.

“Mum,” said Peter, excitedly. “They want us to make a movie with computer animation. They will pay us by the hour. $150!”

“Isn’t it great?” John said.

“No its not,” I said, immediately dampening their spirits. “They are bad people. Have nothing to do with them. Even if they offer you $200 or $300 turn them down!”

All three looked at me as if I had gone mad.

“Now make sure the paintings that have to go back to their owners are properly crated with the right addresses. Except, Paul. You, come with me and help sort out the paintings that have been purchased.” I walked away but not one of my sons moved.

“What about our own stuff?” Paul asked.

“Deal with that when mine has been done,” I snarled. All three stood like statues. “Move!” I yelled at them.

I strode away ignoring the looks from all the helpers. They had never ever seen me like this.

“Mrs. Williams.” A quiet voice was just behind me. I turned. It was Alice, the girl who was receptionist, telephonies and everything else at my sons’ business. She was slim, 5ft 8in, brunette, wore studious glasses, pleasantly spoken, smartly dressed, and breathed ‘efficient’. She turned up out of the blue when we were moving some furniture and boxes into the premises. She asked if their was a job going for a few weeks to tide her over as she was waiting for her work permit to come through for an advertising executive position she had obtained on an island in the Caribbean. She didn’t ask for a great wage, in fact it was lower than we would have paid for someone. She proved to be exactly as the word she breathed. We all dreaded the day she would announce her work permit had come through.

“Please go home,” Alice said to me calmly but with firmness. “We can manage. You are over tired and need rest. You will be doing more harm than good. Let me have the keys.”

I took a deep breath and then handed her the keys. Without even saying a thank you or a goodbye I left and drove home.

I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door and took my clothes off. I didn’t bother to shower or take my makeup off, let my hair down, or clean my teeth.

I took two sleeping pills, something I rarely do, and laid down on the bed. Soon I fell thankfully asleep.

I was awaken by the telephone ringing loudly in my ear. I opened my eyes and everything was bright. I had a horrible headache. I looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Over half the morning had gone. I picked up the phone.

“Yes,”

“Mum. It’s Paul. Are you all right?”

He sounded very worried.

“Yes. I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m just getting up. Sorry about last night. Don’t know what got into me.”

There was instant relief from Paul’s voice.

“Mum?”

“Yes.”

“We need to talk.”

“OK. What about?”

“Those three ladies. They’ve been back to us. First thing. They came in person.”

“I told you-”

Paul cut me off.

“No Mum,” he said. “You told us you would not interfere unless it was a financial nightmare. It’s not and working with these ladies will make us even more secure. They gave us a banker’s draft for $10,000 as a deposit. We signed a contract. It’s official. Let’s talk about it this evening.”

“All right,” I agreed and then with my heart beating fast as I remembered the Wives Club Meeting. “I can’t. Not tonight. I have to go out. I won’t be back ‘til late. (Pause) Do what you have to do. I won’t interfere.”

There was an audible sigh of relief from the other end of the line.

“Thank you, Mum. We love you.”

“I love all of you. I’m sorry. Say thank you to Alice. Bye.”

I thought hard about everything the ladies had said. I thought of all the positives. I enjoyed sex and hadn’t had any for a long time. If the ladies wanted to make love with me why not? It would be a new experience.

I showered and looked down at my pussy. I did shave it but it was due for another.

After I had taken a few pain killers for my head I felt a different person.