Paul Gable - The family_s loving pet

"I put him outback, Aunt Janet," Wendy piped up, rushing into the kitchen with a glass of milk in one hand. "He was acting really weird… you know, nosing me and all that."

Janet felt as if the girl were accusing her. She was about to say something in defense, then stopped herself. Of course neither of the girls could possibly suspect what had been going on. And she would have to keep it that way. Maybe she should call the pound today when Wendy and Shari were gone and have the dog carted off. They could buy a new one. Neither of the girls apparently cared much one way or the other for the friendly Airedale.

Bodego barked, his voice sending shivers up and down Janet's spine.

Janet forced herself away from the window. She saw that the girls had made their own breakfast.

"In a hurry today?"

"Oh, we thought we'd go down to the shopping center and look at a couple of the new sport shops. They've got some really neat things down there," Wendy said, her eyes wide with life and excitement.

Shari was almost sulking behind her cousin. The guilt of having been licked off by the Airedale last night hung more heavily over her head than she would have thought.

"Are you feeling well, dear?" Janet said, noticing her daughter's silence.

"Just a little tired, Mother," Shari replied, trying to brighten herself a little.

Janet and Shari jumped suddenly. Bodego was leaping up on the door, his body weight rattling the glass.

"Oh, let him in," Janet said to Wendy as she moved to the refrigerator to take out some orange juice.

The woman didn't notice how her daughter had cringed when Bodego trotted in, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth.

He swarmed around Janet's feet panting loudly. She felt a paw on her leg, felt the bump of his shoulders. It was too much. It was as if he were announcing to the world what they had done.

"See, Aunt Janet? I think you oughta get him spayed or something."

Wendy was right. Janet kicked him, then moved back to the refrigerator while Shari disappeared into the living room. Wendy was finishing up on her toast, gabbing about the latest styles in girls' clothing. Janet hardly heard her. She felt the dog eyeing her as she put bread in the toaster.

Janet shooed him away with her bare feet. Tired of her rejection for the moment, Bodego loped away into the other room. Janet heard her daughter cry out and apparently shove the animal away.

Damned dog! Janet thought, unaware that her lips were curling up into a smile as she finished up washing the breakfast dishes.

After some time Shari bustled into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and fishing around for some pop Janet eyed her daughter's pleated white tennis skirt and skimpy halter top disapprovingly. Shari was practically naked. That thin white material almost showed everything!

"You're not planning on going out like that, I hope," Janet said, folding her arms over her tits and leaning against the sink.

"Why not?" Shari asked, idly pouring some juice into a glass.

"Well, it leaves you… it makes people wonder about you," Janet said, searching for the right words.

"Oh, everybody goes around exposed nowadays."

Janet rubbed her palms on her gown.

"Yes, I suppose they do. But I can see your panties. That skirt is too short."

Janet felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. How could she be pointing a finger at her daughter while she was guilty of… of that filthy act?

"I could go around with no panties if you want," Shari said, her face looking impish.

"I don't want any sass from you, young lady," Janet said, feeling her anger rising. She was growing uncomfortable, lecturing her daughter on some dress code while she… no, she wouldn't think about it again. Thoughts like those drove her wild, made her squirm.

"Well, I don't know what you want from me any more, Mother," Shari replied.

Janet bit her lip. Why couldn't they be more civil to one another? Lately, it had been harder and harder to talk with her. Janet had given up everything for her daughter. And now she was getting sharp words and a dog to love her. It made her bitter, made her want to cry out.

"Wendy and I thought about going out again tomorrow," Shari said, not looking at her mother.

"I thought staying out late last night would be enough for a month," Janet countered.

"I'm old enough, Mother. Don't you think watching me this closely is pretty silly?"

"I… I don't know. Maybe you're right," Janet said, feeling as if she were losing her grip on the situation. "We'll talk about it later. My nerves are a mess this morning."

Janet started to turn away, glad the interview was over. She couldn't take much more of her daughter's sass. Let her go outside dressed like that. She'd soon find out what men would do to her. And if she ever came home pregnant, if she ever…

Janet found she was curling her fingers into two fists, beating them softly against her thighs. She was shaking all over. It had to be that damned dog. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done, how she'd spread herself open for that dog's awful tongue. Janet wanted to say something more as she watched Shari's pert ass wag up the stairs. She wanted to apologize for jumping down her throat like that. But she strode angrily into the kitchen instead, hating herself all the while.

Noon found the house pretty much empty. Shari and Wendy had left for the shopping mall, leaving Janet alone in the big cool empty house. Janet moved through the rooms like a ghost, trying to sort out the various confusing thoughts that jumbled together. It was impossible. At the base of her problems Janet knew what she needed was a man, a man with a big dick who could give her what she'd been needing for years.

The thought of being fucked, of even being touched by a man, made her groan. Not worrying about arousing her daughter's or niece's suspicions now, Janet rushed to the wet bar, pulling out some cubes from the ice chest and half filling a tall glass with bourbon and water. Good old reliable bourbon. Liquor never demanded anything from her, never sassed her back, never mocked her. Janet took another swig, feeling the pleasant buzzy feeling taking over.

"Ummmm…"

Though she tried not to, she was gulping the drink. She needed it now. Was that such a terrible thing to admit? Janet felt blue about the corner her life had been shoved into. A woman needed more than what she had. She wondered what it was like to go out on a date. It had been so long. She wanted to meet men, to let them admire her.

Janet took another swig of her drink. How comfortingly it burned down her throat to her stomach. Janet wondered what it would be like to talk to a man… really talk, like she and her husband used to do on their dates.

More bourbon.

Maybe she had no right to feel sorry for herself. She was free to go out in the world and look for affection. But the thought of appearing sleazy, of bringing scandal down on her and her daughter stopped Janet.

The woman drank more of the liquor, giggling now. How could she lecture her daughter on morality, on the shortness of her skirt when she… she would have given anything to have the courage to put on something like that and parade her ass around town! How eyebrows would rise! The neighbors would cluck their tongues disapprovingly while men – yes men, plenty of them – would be staring at her. Janet rubbed the smooth cool edge of the glass against her lips, thinking about those men. She thought about their cocks, about how those pricks would fill up with blood, stiffening, pushing up against the fronts of their trousers while their balls rose high in their sacs.

Janet climbed the stairs, feeling as if she were pulling the world behind her.

In the bedroom, she took off her shoes and skirt and lay back on the bed, rubbing the backs of her legs against the silken coverlet. Outside, everything was still. It was as if the world had decided to take an afternoon nap.