Paul Gable: Mom and her dog

Hilda sat at the kitchen table finished her coffee, watching the big dog prancing around outside. Her daughter was getting close to fucking. Hilda could see that, could hear the tremor in her voice. If she hadn't already been with a man, she would within days, if not hours. Oh, and there was nothing she could do about it. Why was the sexual urge so strong in their family? Her mother, she heard, was always making demands on her father. She had managed somehow to fight down the urge. But now that damned tingle in her cunt was getting worse. After all these years it was raising its ugly head, that "it" being her sex drive. Hilda had read that a woman reaches her peak at middle age. Well, she had to admit that certainly was true. She had never felt so turned on, so hot before in her life. And what was awful was that there was no man she could turn to for relief. She had built a protective wall around her, a wall no man could penetrate. Hilda had devoted her life to the raising of her daughter and the building of a financially secure life. She had succeeded in both and yet felt so terribly empty. Surely there was more in life – Hilda knew this, knew it instinctively. She had replayed the nights spent with Traci's father over and over in her mind, the frequency becoming dangerously rapid lately.

"Oh!"

Hilda closed her eyes, putting the coffee cup down with a loud clatter. She felt the tickling, burning itch fade a little. Her cunt felt hot and very, very wet. When she moved her legs under her sheer nightgown Hilda felt the velvety surfaces of her pussy rub together. Hot juice seeped out.

"Oh!"

It was the front door slamming. Traci had gone without saying goodby. It was awful, this barrier between her and her daughter. And now this, this sexual heat being the worst it had been in a long, long time. It was an attack, an attack of horniness, an attack she'd been suffering for a long time.

"All right," she said impatiently, wrinkling her forehead up in annoyance as she pushed back from the table, gathered her gown tightly around her and went to the back door. Rex jumped down, backing up slightly as Hilda unhooked the screen and let the animal in. "Let's see, somewhere around here," she said, searching the upper cabinet for the dog food.

"Ahhh!"

The dog was swarming around her legs. She suddenly felt a damp nose on her calf, then up to her thigh. The touch was sudden, electric, annoying as well as strangely exciting. Hilda screwed her face up, kicking at the animal with one foot while pulling down the box of dog food. "Bad dog, get away," she said, not realizing a new aspect of her life was about to open.

"Bad dog, bad dog," she said, backing up. Hilda looked helplessly at the overturned box of dog food. The Doberman was standing there, his brown eyes rolled up, the thick short fur around his neck bristled while his sides heaved in and out. Oh, she didn't really know this dog, know what his capabilities and personality were like. She'd bought him on recommendation of the training center she'd visited. Now Hilda began to understand what was on the animal's mind. He knew she was hot, knew she had a dripping tight pussy. And he was going to take it, take it like a man. The thought chilled Hilda's flesh.

"Get away from me," she almost shouted, putting her hands to her mouth. The door was open. The neighbors could hear her. No, she had to get the animal out of the house, away from her so she could think this thing out. She had to get control of herself.

Rex had snapped at her wrist when she tried pulling him out by the collar. He was taking control of the situation. She backed away, crossing her tits protectively with her arms. Hilda had read about how some Doberman's had turned on their masters, chewing them to pieces. Of course that had only been deranged animals… or so she thought. Now staring at Rex's foaming jaws the woman wondered. Should she make a mad dash for the living room and try to escape through the front door?

"Away!"

Hilda backed from the animal, one hand behind her as she blindly searched for the doorway. Finding it, she moved into the hall, still staring at the animal that hadn't yet moved. A wave of relief washed over as she reached the living room carpeting. The door was only twenty feet away. Once outside she'd lock it and then figure out what to do. Maybe the A.S.P.C.A. would take him away if she asked.

"No!"

Rex sprang into action. It was as if he could read her thoughts! He was in the living room, forcing her toward the couch. He was growling – a low, muted, steady growl that made her flesh crawl with excitement. Hilda put one hand out in front of her protectively, shaking her head slowly back and forth. Her eyes rounded, her mouth drawn tightly over her teeth, her breath coming in short pants while her chest tightened and throat dried. She felt the couch touching the backs of her calves.

"No, please, no…"

The woman gathered her gown more tightly around her lithe body, her tits pressing against the sheer nylon material. Why was she feeling so weak, so damned eager for the animal? It was appalling. She was feeling attraction for this dog. And he knew it! She could see it in his eyes that he knew it! He could smell her. She watched his black wet nostrils quiver as he picked up the scent, his tongue dripping with saliva as he moved closer.

"Guhh!"

Hilda leaned back, losing her balance and falling back onto the couch. She dug her fingers into the soft cushions, twisting away from the big Doberman as he jumped up and hit her thighs with his forepaws. He went right through her defenses this time, pushing his forelegs against her gown, forcing the material away from her body. He was actually stripping her, bending his head forward and taking the edge of her nightgown between his fangs and pulling it to one side. He was revealing her to him, peeling the damp gown away from her flesh.

"No, no, it's wrong…"

Hilda couldn't find the strength to get away. He was back at her, bending down, dropping his head into her frazzled cunt thicket and slopping his tongue over her pussy. It had been long, oh, so long since anything other than her fingers had strayed over her cuntlips. She shivered, nearly pissing from excitement at the light, feathery wet touch. Her knees snapped together then sagged apart, her ass moving in soft, subtle fucking motions over the cushions. The woman felt more juice oozing from her slot, wetting down the bottom edge of her opened nightgown. Her nipples ached, itched to be touched. How could she be expected to keep her sanity under conditions like this?

"Ughhhh!"

Hilda had, of course, heard stories about women who enjoyed taking on animals, who actually encouraged dogs and horses and whatever to fuck them. But those were stories fit for the locker room mentality, certainly not for her and her daughter. But look, there was a dirty story happening right between her shivering thighs. Rex was lapping at her pussy, sloshing his tongue through her cunt forest, parting the dark, red, moist cuntmeat with his muzzle while drinking up her flowing juices. Hilda breathed with whistling sounds through her nostrils.

"God!"

Rex pressed harder, growling lower in his powerful throat. This wasn't real. Nothing seemed real to her any more. How could she tell the difference between reality and fantasy any longer when this sort of thing was happening to her? Oh, God, oh God, how could she ever look at her daughter again, lecture her on morality when she was allowing this terrible thing to happen to her?

"No, away… get… away from me," Hilda said unconvincingly to the dog.

Rex didn't bother listening to her. He kept on lapping at her cunt, pieces of her cunthairs clinging to his tongue. She felt her asscheeks tighten, relax, then tighten again while the dog licked at that sensitive strip of flesh between her asshole and pussy. She couldn't pull away from him if she tried. The dog kept licking her cunt. Hilda was a prisoner now of her own raging sexuality.