Paul Gable - Mom and her dog

"Stop… ohhuhhh, stop…"

Her head fell back as she breathed with increasing difficulty. The attractive woman heard the dog's tongue lap noisily at her pussy, the sloppy sounds exciting her more and more. She felt the surface of Rex's hot wet tongue graze over her exposed cuntlips, felt his muzzle pushing aside her pussy as if he were trying to get his snout inside! No, no, that couldn't be. An animal couldn't be doing this to her. No, it was only friction, just hot, wet, sloppy friction rubbing up her clit, making her whip her thighs back and forth against the animal and the couch.

"Ohh!"

She arched her back, rubbing her shoulder blades against the sofa. Her knees were spread widely apart now, juice and spittle flowing down her thighs, wetting down the scratchy material of the cushions. Hilda pressed her calves hard against the sofa, jerking her cunt up against the Doberman's smacking mouth. She cried out again and again for him to stop, praying to God he wouldn't. Oh, one wet lick rubbed over her clit. The woman sucked in her bottom lip, biting so hard she could taste blood. A dog, a damned dog. Yes, it was doing this to her, turning her into something less than an animal.

"Fuck, fuck," she murmured, her head rolling from side to side against the back cushion. "This his horrible, horrible," the woman sighed, her words sounding like a lie. And yet it was terrible. How could anyone condone what she was doing, sitting there, her legs spread apart with a Doberman squatting down and licking her off. She could smell herself now, certain the animal was enjoying the odor as well. He growled happily, slurping upward, pressing forward harder.

"Oh no, no…"

Weakly she raised both arms, placing her fingers on the dog's forehead and pushing him away. Rex licked her fingers and wrists, wetting down her hands while wagging his stubby tail excitedly back and forth. Hilda looked down heavy-lidded at the Doberman, spotting something very red and pointed and hard slipping out of the black cock sheath. He was hard, stiff and long, his cock jerking up and down. Her mind flashed red. A cock, a dog's cock! Any cock! Yes, yes, that was what she needed!

"No!" she cried, shoving the dog away roughly and finding the strength to stagger to her feet. She couldn't let herself get carried away by her feelings, by her needs. What would Traci think if she were suddenly to burst in and find her mother carrying on with the pet Doberman? The thought nearly drove her mad. Gathering her gown tightly around her, Hilda staggered from the couch, steadying herself against the wall. How could she escape? The animal seemed to be all around her at once, standing in front of the kitchen doorway, then trotting over to the front exit and bracing himself against the carpeting. Frantically Hilda's eyes searched every escape route. If she were to throw something at the animal, frighten him, distract him, maybe then she could run for safety.

"Damn you!" she cried, clenching one hand into a fist while picking up an ashtray with the other. Flinging it at the Doberman, Hilda dashed for the kitchen. Rex let out a sharp yelp, leaping to the right, his eyes wide with surprise and anger. Hilda jerked her head around as she reached the doorway, her gown trailing behind her. With terrified eyes she saw he was pursuing her. Panic rose in her throat, making her flesh tight. She saw those eyes narrow, looking as if they belonged to a killer beast. The woman whimpered, pushing herself off the doorway and scrambling as best she could toward the kitchen.

"Oh!"

She stubbed her toe on a hall table, pitching forward. Hilda cried out, her hands jerking in front of her for balance. Nothing helped. She fell, sliding across the tiled floor of the entrance way. Rex barked twice then pounced on the woman, his forepaws braced on her thighs. The fall had ripped her gown open. She lay exposed once more to the big animal. He towered over her, his toenails digging sharply into her flesh. She felt some saliva drip from his mouth onto her pussy and belly. She saw those double set of fangs criss-crossed in his mouth, saw that dark, red, wet tongue behind them. He could tear out her throat, chew her to pieces, leaving a bloody mess for her daughter to find. Instead he started to lick her again. Her gown was opened, hitched up around her waist. He licked her there, wetting her navel, her ribs, her tits. Oh, how her cunt ached from the tension of lust she'd been feeling for the past week. Week? For the past few months, years! And to think it was being relieved by an animal, her pet, her protection for the house. Hilda giggled, her laughter turning quickly to a low groan as the animal touched a particularly sensitive area. The woman realized she was moving her thighs in response to the dog's lapping when she felt the carpeting tickling her asscrack. Oh, she had the feeling that she was quickly losing her mind.

"Ohhh!"

Rex growled again, moving back and surveying the hot, twisting woman. Hilda drew her knees up, placing the soles of her feet flat on the carpeting and edging her cunt up to the Doberman's snout.

"Hunhrr! Huhhhrrr!"

The dog moved back, dropping his maw into her spit-slicked cunt thicket. Why did his tongue feel so wildly devastating? She was fucking back at him, purposely moving her pussy up and down, spearing her cunt with his tongue. The dog's eyes glowed with excitement. He whimpered, moving the long tip of his nose from side to side. It was like being fucked, actually like being fucked by a man! Hilda gasped, her mouth opened, her eyes rounded and glazed while she sucked in oxygen with sharp, wheezing sounds.

His nose moved in, pushing against her inner cuntlips. He forced them widely apart. In the distance Hilda could hear other dogs barking. Did they know what was happening inside? Were they jealous? Again the woman giggled, picturing dogs fucking her in packs, circling her as she crouched on her hands and knees and let one after another fuck her.

"No, no, no…"

How could other people command their dogs so easily? She begged the animal to stop and he went right on. The burning explosion of her nerves being stimulated around her cunt made her heart pound wildly in her chest. Rex moved around, pushing her knees farther apart. She let him do it, let him have his way. Yes, yes, she enjoyed this wonderful animal and what he was doing to her. Good, oh so very, very good!

The woman cried out, feeling her cuntmuscles cramp, trying to grab hold of Rex's probing snout. The animal pushed farther between her knees. Hilda felt them being shoved apart, loved having it happen to her. It was wonderful. That tingly wetness she felt grew hot now, hot and tense, just like the feeling she had while toying with her clit alone in bed. Rex pulled back once again, opening his powerful jaws and closing them on her flushed, upper right thigh. That sensation of his fangs pressing lightly against her skin, the sharp edges exciting her already aroused nerve endings drove her wild. Hilda whimpered, whistling through her nostrils, kicking her legs out, rubbing the insides of her thighs against the dog's head. Yes, yes, the keen edge of a sharpened knife couldn't have cut through her more intently. Sobbing, the woman rolled to one side on the couch. He went after the swollen lips of her cunt, grunting with excitement, lunging at the glistening surfaces that had peeled open as Hilda had made yet another vain attempt to get away.

"Ohhhh…"

The animal seemed crazed, more aroused than ever. He gouged his claws against her thighs, shoving his snout against her cunt. Hilda cried out, her eyelids fluttering, her hands gripping the Doberman's head, her fingers fanning out against his ears. She was actually fucking herself with the dog's snout, pushing it in and twisting it around while humping back against him. No, it wasn't wrong. Oh God, how could this wonderful feeling be wrong?