Even if I felt inclined to make a nuisance of myself, the condition of my old body makes it impossible. I'm closer to seventy than sixty, and pretty k...nackered to boot.A few weeks ago, I was lounging around as usual, parked next to the drain I use for an ashtray, enjoying the sunshine. I always park in that spot, with my back to the cash machine (ATM), I can see what's going on there in the mirrors on my buggy, I keep an eye out as sometimes the oldies less able than me get fucked up, and I give. It felt wrong, my own son sticking his cock up me but I was so turned on though, he felt big too which also made me feel a tad proud that I made a son with a big cock.He grabbed my hips and slid in."Oh my god" I exclaimedMy ass spread so wide with raw young cock, I couldn't help but moan and moan"Oh fuck oh fuck" I repeated"Oh fuck mommy, you're so tight" Darren said "talk dirty to me! Call me son" he demanded"Oh yes son, fuck mommy hard" I replied.He was relentlessly fucking my ass though, I. ..- Fuck off!!!!Matt couldn't help cursing as he opened the door and saw that all lightswere on. Patrick had assured he was gone until Tuesday, how could he bealready back?Oh well! He walked to the kitchen to drop of his groceries, assumingPatrick was in the bathroom as he could hear the shower running.Some five minutes had passed and Matt froze to death as an unknown malevoice was heard behind him.- Hello.As if it wasn't enough, he had another shock once he turned and saw thestunning blonde. Say hello, Sherman." Hello." I'm your canis ex machina." What's that?" Canis ex machina is Latin and means literally ?dog out of the machine.' It's a dramatic device where a superior dog (myself, of course)unexpectedly steps into the middle of a plot and resolves a seeminglyirresolvable problem. It's a well used stratagem for inferior writerswho have written their characters into a tight fix and can't figure alogical way out for their protagonists. It dates from the Greektragedies. I taught.