I took my workouts seriously and never looked back to acknowledge the stares I got from all the younger guys, even though I knew they were constantly ...checking me out.One evening, I came home from teaching a kick-boxing class. The girls were watching TV and told me that dad, my husband Chris, had just come home from work and was upstairs taking a shower. I went to the bedroom and started to undress from my workout clothes, waiting for Chris to finish so I can take my own shower. I pulled off my. Same. No bra.Perky little tits, prominent nipples.I rubbed and lifted both her tits thru her dress, all the time admiring her dress, her tits, her nipples. Im telling her how nice her tits and nipples are. By now, John had returned and was standing at the other wall, watching us. (that's his thing)I felt her pussy and tits thru her dress and she pushed hard back against my hard dick as I stood behind her. Pushing so hard I almost loose my footing. She feels my hard dick.Soon I pushed her. From that time on, Mom was my constant lover. She created all kinds of ways for us to have time alone so that we could fuck. We did some pretty daring things. For example, there was a large walk-in closet under our stairs, opening right off the dining room. A couple times we actually went into that closet when others were in the house, and Mom pulled up her dress while I unzipped my pants, and I took her right there, standing up back in the far corner. Several times, late at night, we fucked in. Dogs. Three dogs. And that is why I am strapped down and gagged. I would have fought against it with all my might. Now there wasn’t a thing I could do.Just reading the titles of those two books and realizing they were about bestiality had turned me off. The thought that in just a few minutes three filthy dog cocks would be buried in my body made me want to throw up. What could I do about it?There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. I started to cry. My eyes were filled with tears when my.