Paul Gable - Mom_s licking pet

She finished her breakfast, gulping down her milk, then excusing herself. She was going to go down to the high school and run around the track a bit to "get going" for the day. There were many patients at the hospital now and she had to feel up for her job.

Joyce didn't say anything, glad her daughter had found something worth-while to do with her vacation time. At least she wasn't hanging around street corners trying to pick up men.

Men! The thought of them, of their cocks, stirred up the woman's excitement once more. This was awful, terrible! How could she go on this way, thinking about dicks, thinking about that awful dog running around in the yard right now?

Joyce cupped her head in her hands. The shame from last night stayed. Could she go on without letting the dog touch her? Joyce was familiar with that tickle tightening the muscles of her loins. She stood up, straightening the gown hanging limply from her shoulders. All she had to do was open the door, let the animal in through the rear door. Debbie wouldn't be home for hours. She knew that.

Joyce felt she was going crazy. The woman was aware of her nakedness under the gown. Thinking about that Joyce was starting to excite herself, looking out the window, seeing Rex dozing under the big ash tree near the kitchen door.

"Don't… don't do it," she whispered to herself, moving her fingers up and down over her tits. She closed her eyes, feeling the hot rush of sexual feelings through her cunt. No, no, she couldn't let herself sink to that low level again.

"Oh, oh, it's morning.. morning and I'm so.. soo horny!"

Joyce moaned, pushing herself away from the sink counter, closing her eyes and concentrating on the awful pulsing itch between her legs. Yes, she couldn't keep her hands away from it. Her legs were growing so weak, so rubbery while her heart pounded as if it would tear through her ribcage. It was awful, terrible!

The woman glanced at the kitchen wall clock. No, Debbie would be at the track for at least two hours-running, showering, probably talking to some of her friends. It was risky, terribly dangerous. What if her daughter were to come home and…

The hell with it. The hell with everything, Joyce thought as another spasm nearly brought her to her knees. The silk dressing gown clung to her body, caressing her full, round, heavy-hanging tits. Joyce could feel that hot, heavy feeling weighing down her body, the sensation that let her know she was ready for a good hot fucking.

Daring to risk everything, the blonde woman sucked in a deep breath, gathered her gown around her and opened the kitchen door.

The squeak aroused the big animal. Rex raised his head, pricked up his ears and sniffed at the air as he saw the screen door open. Joyce was standing slightly behind it, one hand on the molding, the other tightly holding her belly. She was fighting with herself, still worried her daughter might come in at any second. If she should hear suspicious moans from the bedroom…

Rex rose, stretched his hindlegs and trotted into the kitchen. Immediately he went to his bowl, saw it empty, then turned his head and gazed slant-eyed up at the trembling woman.

"No, not food, not now," she whispered, feeling so shamed in front of this damned animal. "I just can't… can't resist it."

Her words steadied her nerves. Just saying it returned some of her pride, made her realize she could admit she wasn't above something like… like doing this thing with Rex.

There couldn't be any silent conversations with herself, with God. She shook her head, shook away everything in her mind. All that was left was the hungry throbbing of her warm cunt. She could already feel the delicate tissues flooding with juice, spreading, tickling her clit. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Joyce hurried into the big front room, hearing the German Shepherd padding behind her.

"Up here," she said, standing at the foot of the stairs.

But Rex had sat down, his dark-red pointed cock trembling in his sheath. Was he playing with her, actually flirting? The thought unnerved her. Joyce sat on the floor, letting her gown fall open. Her knees were parted slightly. The hot dampness of her cunt opened to the dog's mouth if he wanted it. Oh, it was awful! She glanced nervously over her right shoulder, thinking she heard someone approaching her house. No, it was just her imagination. Once more the woman turned her attention to the sitting dog, feeling shame and lust whirl about in her mind.

"Here, here. " Her voice was so low, trembling.

Rex didn't seem to be interested in her at first. She was being refused by a dog! It had to be the putdown of all ages. She was flaunting herself shamelessly in front of him and being turned down. Embarrassed, humiliated, the woman pushed one finger into her soppy cunt and moved it around, sliding it out and hanging it in front of the dog's nose.

What had turned him off? What was she doing wrong? Joyce felt her heart pounding like mad in her chest. Little did she know Rex had had her daughter the night before and was somewhat tired from the effort. Still his ears pricked up again, his nose quivered when the odor of her aroused cunt wafted into his nostrils.

"Upstairs, boy, upstairs," she whispered breathlessly, feeling her knees wobble as she gathered the gown once more around her waist and slowly mounted the steps. Rex followed, his nose nuzzling the hem of her gown, a low throaty growl starting up again.

Joyce tried to steady herself, tried to tell herself that nothing was wrong in this. She had left all morality behind her. Let her daughter worry about things like that. She'd make sure Debbie never fell into this trap, never found herself so isolated that she had to turn to animals for affection.

Yes, she was a bitch. And she no longer cared. She breathed Rex's name as she opened the bedroom door and slipped inside. The dog followed, stopping by the rumpled bed as Joyce made sure the door was locked. Turning, she flung her gown open, dropping it to the floor, raising both hands and cupping her tits. She hefted them slightly away from her body, rubbing her fingers over the nipples. Yes, they were good and hard. They were ready for licking, for tending to by the large dog in front of her. Joyce moved to the window, standing to one side as she reached up and drew down the shades. Outside people were going about their early morning business. Inside Joyce was about to go onto hers.

"Here, boy, here," she whispered, sliding her naked ass onto the bed and scooting up until her back rested against the headboard.

Rex by this time was fully interested in her. He jumped onto the groaning bed, moving up, his tail tucked between his hindquarters. Joyce sucked a ragged breath in at the first touch of his tongue. She was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him bury his muzzle in her cunt, eat her out like the bitch in heat she was.

"Yes, eat, eat…"

Reaching down the woman petted the animal's muscular haunches as he licked up to her navel. It was wonderful, marvelous to feel him doing that to her. He was licking her all over, greasing down her naked body with his tongue and spit. The tickling rub was excruciating. Several times her flesh rippled with excitement. Joyce started moving her hips against the mattress. The bed started to squeak and groan with her fucking movements.

"Oh, oh, OH!" She gasped and cried out, parting her thighs and rubbing her fingers over her steamy cunt. She could feel her juices wetting down her fingers, slicking her palms. The dog jumped forward and moved to her pussy, eating her with a soft muted growling. It was heaven! Why on earth had she worried so much about it? Why had she thought the world would end when she let the animal into her room. All those silly fears evaporated under the flush of her pussy. Joyce threw back her head, let out an abandoned laugh, loving the sensation of her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulderblades. She was alone in this big house, terribly alone with this loving animal. It was something that cared, something that wanted her.