Paul Gable: Mom and her dog

The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. She grabbed the dog's fur tightly. Yes, she wanted a cock, a real cock inside her.

"Rex, here…"

Hilda was on her hands and knees now, her nostrils flared wide, her mind wild in rut. The bed groaned under their dual weight. Hilda looked over one shoulder, wiggling her ass, strings of drool hanging from her mouth. Yes, yes, to have a cock – a good, hard, long cock sliding in and out of her cunt. It was what she needed, what she lusted after. What did it matter if it belonged to a dog?

"Here, Rex, here…"

She felt paws scratching at her ass, a tongue lapping up and down her slot. Didn't he know what she wanted, her ass riding high in the air, prancing for his cock?

Then she felt him mounting her, his forelegs sliding along her sides, finally wrapping around her belly. Turning her face to the left, she saw the two of them in the dresser mirror. It was grotesquely exciting. The two of them – woman in heat, on hands and knees, her tits hanging so far down they touched the wrinkled topsheet while the dog covered her body like a fur coat. His black forelegs tightened around her chest, contrasting with her white flesh. Behind her legs his hindquarters pranced nervously, moving around so he could get better leverage. Hilda felt something terribly hot and slick rubbing up against her thighs. His cock! The thought raced through her mind, bleaching out all thoughts except fucking. She babbled, crooning to the animal as if he could understand. She had her back arched down, her ass thrust out to make it easier for the dog to fuck her. A thrill filled her chest, making her mouth dry. Her long, blonde hair hung down, splashing over her knuckles. Her shapely ass moved and dipped. Yes, fucking, fucking, that was what the two of them were going to be doing!

"Ughhhhh…"

She sobbed, wondering for a moment if she could go this far. As she gasped and gagged, Hilda felt something slip into her cunt. She felt the dog's forelegs tighten, his hindquarters tremble while he let out a long, low growl and nestled his head in the valley between her shoulder blades. He was fucking her, actually fucking her! That dark, red cock was entering her.

"Ohhhhh!"

He was in, driving his cock all the way into her cunthole. Her mouth opened, drool oozing out in long strings. He whimpered, pumping his narrow doggie hips up and down rapidly, all those spikes and knobs touching every aroused nerve ending in her cunt, it seemed. Her seepy, velvety lining oozed more juice, wetting down the Doberman's hairy, tight little balls.

Hilda gasped, feeling wild, free, a slut, loving the sensation of being a slut. She tossed her head back and forth, her hair tangling luxuriously around her neck.

"Fuck me, fuck me…"

Humping her ass back she growled as loudly as the dog fucking her. Her arms trembled, threatened to collapse, then finally let go. Her ass was still high, prancing for more as the dog fucked deeper and deeper. He was climbing her, his cock making squishy, sexy noises as it trenched deep into her steamy wet cunthole. Oh, it had been so long since she'd been fucked. Oh, what had she been missing! Chilly flashes of sexual heat tore through her body. She was soaked, frothing with butter. She'd never been so wet. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of sexy images. She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck with every man she could get hold of. Oh, how swollen and hot her clit was!

"Nooo!"

The dog howled, holding tightly onto her while he shot his wad into her. Hilda cried out, her mind blowing apart as a core of white-hot delight shot through her cunt. Cumming, cumming with a dog! The two of them yelped and wailed as the bed rocked and groaned.

When it was over Hilda managed to scramble off the bed, leaving the dog curled up on the mattress and licking himself.

"A dog…" she said, staggering into the bathroom, holding her head with one hand as she turned on the shower. "Oh, Lord, Lord…" Hilda sat on the toilet seat as she turned on the shower. What had all her careful plans driven her to? She was a dog's mistress! The thought didn't sicken her. It only made the woman realize that something terrible was wrong with her life. I'm going to go out, she said firmly to herself as she flipped on the shower control and stepped under the rushing warm water. Her cunt slackened under her careful soapy massage as she turned and let the spray wash her body clean. Hilda had sacrificed enough for Traci. She'd given her daughter too much already, perhaps. Well, now it was her turn to live. No, she wasn't going to keep this up, taking on some animal when… when there were men out there. The thought excited her as she worked soap into her pussy, feeling those same hollows and bumps Rex's tongue had washed over earlier.

"Go to hell," she shouted above the shower as she heard the dog scratching against the bathroom door. It was going to be a different life for her now.

Just outside the home Emily and Traci were walking up the drive.

"You think your mom's going to be upset?" Emily asked, her bravado from the previous night having softened considerably.

"Naw, I don't think so. But I'd better get in and get washed up."

"Remember, we decided to tell Don and the others about those bikers. I don't think…"

"I know, I know," Traci said, biting her lower lip. They had both decided that the Huns should be avoided. The girls thought they could convince the boys to try "different" things with them, thus experimenting without running the risk of danger.

"I'll see you later," Emily said, waving her hand and moving away.

Traci watched as her friend disappeared around the corner. Yes, it was going to be a whole different life for her now. Staring up at the house she wondered if she could keep it from her mother. Well, she'd give it a shot.

"Oh!"

It was the far away sound of motorcycles speeding up the main street two blocks up. Could it be the Huns? Her flesh crawled – but was it with terror or excitement? Traci rubbed her arms briskly, almost running into the house. Oh, it was going to be so hard to keep her activities secret from her mother. Hilda was so stodgy, so damned moral. Well, maybe she could train her mother to accept a more liberal outlook on life.

"I'm home, Mother," Traci called out as she skipped into the living room.

Yes, she'd have to train her mother. But surely, having Hilda even talk about sex would be hard. Well, she'd give it a try!