I’m sorry, but you kept insisting me to fuck you, so we did and you almost fuck my brains out mom” I said.“Oh god, I didn’t! Did you use a con...dom son?” asked my mom with a shivering voice.“I’m sorry but I didn’t use a condom” I replied.“Don’t tell me you cum inside me?” my mom asked.“I did, and twice” I answered.“How could you do that to me? I could get pregnant from you. And how could you fuck me, I am your mother” said my mom with an angry voice.“But you demanded me to fuck you” I quickly. I redoubled my efforts to act like a dog. Sniffing, chewing just like a dog. I even shook my hips as trying to shake my imaginary tail like a dog before her. My mistress scarlet enjoyed the show amused and giggling and laughing at my antics. Just when I was losing any hope of being called a dog she said ‘Know what? I was earlier thinking of getting a dog but I think I have got one already. You are my doggie! Aren’t you?’ I burst out barking and barking like crazy and my mom started laughing to. “You must take that suit to the cleaners first thing in the morning,” she told Pierre, with the tone of a concerned wife.“Now though, get out of those wet clothes. I need my pussy licked.”ooOOoEverything seemed to get back to normal after the day Angelique lost her patience with Pierre. No one mentioned it and there were no furtive glances or awkward silences. Conversation was normal and everyone resorted to their daily routine.Five days later, the three of them were having lunch on the veranda. I reached for my ripped yellow T shirt and wiped the lube from my leg the stuffed it into the trash can. “sorry about your shirt babe” my man said“its ok” I replied “maybe you can but me some sexy clothes” I followed and he winked.I put my shorts on and tried to tame my ruffed up hair; I put some water in my hands and combed it with my fingers. I then put my mouth to the faucets and drank a bit and rubbed my face with my wet hands. I checked the mirror again but still looked like a woman that.