No reason to stay here.

With nothing else to do on campus, I'm ready to call it for the day. Checking the time, I realize that it's a bit later than I thought. I guess time flies when you're having fun with your dean turned assistant turned lover. Man, I never thought about it that way, but now that I have, it does sound pretty unbelievable. My life really is wild. Anyway, everyone else is probably already home by now.

Well, by "everyone," I really just mean my sisters. I don't think I mentioned it, but I got Michelle to call Mom in sick from work today. I'll be totally honest, I don't think she's ever going into the office again. It's just too risky. And if anything, she's been way more content staying home all day then I've ever seen her while she was working. For now, the current plan is to just keep calling in sick for her to stall for as long as we can. With any luck, we'll get another paycheck or two before she gets fired.

As for Rose... well, it's not like she really has anywhere to go during the day. I mean, yeah, she's allowed to go out and do stuff whenever she wants, but I doubt she would ever be out of the house when I get home unless she's planning something. Which I suppose is always possible.

As I run through all these thoughts, I make my way back to the bus stop. I catch the first bus that shows up, and not long after, I find myself back home. Alright, place your bets now. Who's about to bombard me the second I open the front door?

"Woof! Woof woof!" I hear as I swing the door open.

Looking down at my feet, I see Mom sitting on her ass in front of the door. Is anyone really that surprised it was her? I step inside, which causes her to jump up, bracing her arms on my legs while her knees remain on the floor. She smiles at starts to pant at the sight of me.

"Alright, alright. Down, girl. It's good to see you too," I laugh.

I place my hand on my mom's head and pet her, which makes her go crazy. Basically any form of contact with me is enough to make her happy, but I've slowly been able to learn her favorite spots for pets and scratches. Speaking of which, once I finish rubbing her head, I kneel down next to her, reach over, and squeeze her asscheeks with both hands. The second I do, she leans over so far that her face is pressed against the ground as her ass shoots up into the air.

"Awrooo..." she moans as I fondle her.

Despite being on all fours and barking, she still has all her clothes on, confirming that her transformation is different each time. Because of that, I'm feeling her up through her skirt. After a moment, I decide to be bold and grab the bottom of her skirt. When she doesn't make any effort to stop me, I flip the whole thing up, exposing her beautiful backside. Mom's wearing quite a sexy pair of panties today. I wonder how horny she is right now.

I take a finger and slowly place it against her covered slit. The instant I do, Mom pushes her pussy into my finger, **** to get off from my touch. Her movement causes a soft squishing sound as I realize her panties are absolutely soaked. I doesn't take long before my fingers are covered in her juices.

I pull away after a moment, causing Mom to whine. She raises back up, lowering her now exposed butt back to the ground as she gives me a pleading look. As much as I would like to have some fun with her right now, I think I need to wait for a bit. I actually have a couple reasons for this. As I mentioned before, we're calling her in sick to work everyday from now on, which she would never accept in her normal state of mind. If I make her orgasm and she regains her human senses, she'll try to go to work, which can only end badly.

Keeping her like this for now also helps my story with Julia. My sister thinks Mom is pretending to be a dog as part of a game of house. That means the less she acts like a dog, the more suspicious Julia will be and the more she'll begin to doubt what I told her. I feel like I'm finally starting to get somewhere with her, and I don't want to throw all that progress away.

Before, I would have said keeping Mom like this is cruel, but now, I actually think it might be blessing in disguise for her. When she's a normal human, she works herself to ****. She's always tired, yet isn't willing to rest. As weird as it sounds, she seems to enjoy being a dog with no responsibilities much more. Yesterday, I legitimately saw her curled up on the couch taking a nap. Do you know how rare it is for this woman to take a nap?

Anyway, that's enough about Mom for right now. I give her a bit more attention, including getting her to lick her own juices off my fingers, then head off to put my stuff away. But as I head over to the stairs, I hear an odd noise. Honestly, it feels like I've heard a lot of weird noise in my life recently. Although, this one feels different than any of the others. This doesn't sound like a sexy noise. In fact it sounds kind of like... someone's crying...

I freeze for a moment to listen carefully. As I stand still, Mom crawls over to me and gives me a confused look, unsure of what I'm doing. As I look down at her, I realize there are three options for where that sound is coming from, since she's obviously not upset. The sound is coming from upstairs, but considering that I haven't seen anyone else since I came in, that doesn't really help me figure anything out. I slowly begin making my way up the stairs. As I do, the sound gets even more clear.

Oh yeah. That's definitely the sound of crying. And it's not small sniffles. Without even looking, I can tell it's ugly crying. Whoever it is, they sound devastated. It looks like I might need to check on someone...