Unknown - Mother_s animal lover

Fields' Pedigrees wasn't what Stella Burnside expected. The forty year old divorcee had picked the dog breeder's name out of the phone book, and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old-fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green wood door to the white house. It all checked out – this pleasantly homey looking house must be Fields' Pedigrees, even though there wasn't so much as a sign outside.

It's a wonder they do any business, the gorgeous divorced woman thought as she mounted the gray-painted steps to the front door. It occurred to her that maybe she'd better go somewhere else to buy a watchdog. But that man sounded so nice on the phone! Stella had deliberately postponed several other errands that she had to run on her day off, just because she was anxious to meet the dog breeder. He was young, she could tell by his voice, and he had sounded positively charming! The magnificently proportioned woman couldn't put off the chance to meet another handsome young man.

She pushed the buzzer beside the door, and found to her relief that there was a small bronze plaque above the doorbell, saying, "Fields' Pedigrees – Please Ring". There were two other doorbell buttons, and Stella guessed that the large old house had probably been divided into apartments. But how could anyone raise dogs in an apartment?

Her silent question was met with the sudden presence of a tall, athletically proportioned man, who seemed to materialize in the doorway. He had come around from the back of the house, and Stella turned slightly to talk to him.

"Is this Fields' Pedigrees?" she asked politely.

The young man's eyes were resting uncontrollably on her abnormally large firm breasts, which were insufficiently hidden by the jacket of her lime green pantsuit. It was a few embarrassing seconds before he answered, "Yes… yes, it is. I'm Matt Fields."

Stella was somewhat taken aback. You're Matt Fields? she repeated to herself. The man on the phone sounded young, but not this young! The dark-haired man who had just introduced himself couldn't be over twenty-one, if that! He was wearing a casual "Keep on Truckin'" t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans, and his manner suggested a man who was barely out of his teens, still retaining the boyish exuberance of his adolescence.

He smiled as he came nearer the gorgeous woman. "You must be Mrs. Burnside, the lady who called," he said. "The dogs are out back, if you'll follow me…"

Stella followed the magnificently muscular young man out to the back of the lovely old house. The huge, dirt yard was partitioned into three separate areas, each complete with a running area and individual dog-houses for the animals in that section. Matt immediately led the fantastic-looking divorcee past a pair of beautiful Samoyeds and a family of three slender elegant Afghans to the largest area of the yard which was populated by German Shepherds of all sizes and descriptions.

"You said you wanted a guard dog?" Matt asked, when they had stopped by the gate in the fence.

"That's right," Stella nodded. "Since my husband left me, my daughter and I have had to move into an apartment, and, well, we just don't feel safe, all alone there," she confided, eyeing the handsome young man sideways. God, he sure was good-looking. Stella wondered how her daughter Jacqueline would take to a gorgeous guy like Matt Fields. It just might be worth it to invite him over for dinner or something, just to give it a try.

There was definitely something wrong with Jackie, Stella reflected. She hoped sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Phil Burnside hadn't been the cause of her eighteen year old daughter's unnatural fear of men. Since the divorce a year ago, the mother had devoted all her energy to helping her daughter adjust to their new life.

It wasn't that Jackie wasn't pretty! Lord no! Jackie Burnside was voted homecoming queen of her high school class last year, only she turned it down because she was too embarrassed to wear the revealing formal that the queen traditionally wore. The lovely, blonde teenager had the greatest pair of tits since Stella herself, but for some reason – perhaps because of Phil's constant leering and crude remarks – Jacqueline Burnside was ashamed of her body. Even though her father had been gone thirteen months already, the pretty blonde still hadn't fully adjusted to her own maturity, and now the black-haired mother was worried.

But, God, Matt looks like such a nice man! she said to herself. I wouldn't mid going to bed with him myself! Her eyes wandered to the faded worn crotch of his cut-offs, and she could just discern the outline of his sleeping penis. It seemed to bulge unconsciously out to the right, as if there wasn't room in his pants for both his balls and his cock, and the hot-blooded older woman gasped internally. Jesus, what he must look like with a hard-on!

Matt was nodding and smiling into her face, totally unaware of the scheming thoughts of the older woman. "I can see how you would feel safer with a dog," he said. Shit, she must have guys climbing in the windows with a body like hers! But he kept his private thoughts to himself, and let her into the large pen. "Most of these are two years old," he explained, "from the best litter Roxie here ever produced. We kept them all, instead of selling them as puppies, just so we could train them… These three males… King, Kaiser, and Klamath – are your best bet." He snapped his fingers to three perfectly marked black and tan dogs, who came running to their master on signal. Matt continued to explain just exactly what the dogs were trained to do and what they were trained not to do, as Stella Burnside looked them over scrutinizingly.

She'd had a dog as child, back in Florida, but when her family had moved first to Los Angeles and then to Sacramento, their large boxer Fred had to be left behind. Since that time, and all through her ill-fated marriage, the woman hadn't even given a thought to owning a dog, and now, she didn't know quite what the was looking for.

All three German Shepherd brothers stood wagging their tails and looking up expectantly at their visitor. Their eyes shone brightly as if they knew inside that this female human held an exciting promise for one of them, and they were silently competing for the honor. King and Klamath nudged irritably at each other's shoulders, their long pink tongues drooling with anticipation. Kaiser, slightly bigger than the other two, stood apart, quivering at an angle to his litter-mates. His deep brown eyes watched intently Stella Burnside's every move, and when he sensed that she was going to lean down and pet someone, he lurched forward to make sure he would be that one.

"Oh, my…" the black-haired woman laughed. "You're a friendly boy, aren't you! Oh, my, yes!" She looked up at Matt, who was watching proudly from the gate. "Would a dog this friendly be any good as a watch dog?"

The athletic-looking young breeder smiled indulgently. "Oh, sure… Kaiser there is just the dog I was going to recommend for you. He's super with the ladies – trained as a bodyguard!" He looked up insinuatingly. "But he's very cautious around men. Do you have any sons or… or… well, men around?"

Stella shook her head and pressed her still youthfully smooth cheek into the German Shepherd's face. She caught the suggestive tone of the dog breeder's question, but she figured that Kaiser wouldn't object to her own private guests. Why, if she decided to buy this lovable watchdog, then she could just keep her men friends out of his way. The whole purpose of having a job was to keep unwanted males away from her and her daughter's small, relatively inexpensive apartment.