Donald Palermo: Mom_s best friend

The fantasy clicked off instantly. She was alone in her room again, alone with her dog and he was panting in frenetic delight as he shot her a full load of sperm, then paused to rest against the smoothness of her ass. Finally, he dismounted and curled up on the floor to lick at his well-used cock.

Mary usually felt beautifully content after the dog had screwed her, but this time the same glow wasn't with her. Wanting her come, she knelt up and sent a hand into her crotch, a finger finding her hard clit near the top of her gash.

Refusing to think back to the fantasy which had been so painful, she looked at her four-legged lover as she fingered her twat, looked at the reflection of her big tits in the mirror, seeing them jerk and sway, feeling the promise of orgasm growing stronger and stronger.

And then it was there, a beautiful big come, and she panted and moaned and grunted, her big ass jerking strongly as wave after beautiful wave of orgasm swept over her and washed away the ugliness left behind by the cruel fantasy, washed it away and left her feeling gloriously content as she knelt back on her haunches while the dog looked at her curiously, as though wondering what all the fuss was about.

And then Mary noticed the time. It was a bit later than she thought, and her daughter could be home from school soon. Chasing the dog out of the room, she picked up her panties, stepped into them and snugged them around her body, covering but not destroying the glow she felt, especially in her crotch.

As she dressed, she told herself that it was better when she fucked the dog at night since she didn't have to get dressed later, but could lie in bed, naked, savoring the golden post-orgasmic glow until it blended with sleep and she drifted gently away.

She had been dressed only a few minutes when Sharon, her thirteen-year-old daughter, returned home. Sharon was a pretty girl who was well-aware of it, and who dressed to show her budding little titties and wore tight jeans to show off her nicely rounded behind.

Mary had spoken to her about that a few times, but Sharon used the stock answer that all the girls dressed that way and she couldn't be different or they would laugh at her.

There had to be some argument to use against that, Mary felt, but she had never found it, and so she let it go and her daughter continued to display her wares in the sexy packaging. When Sharon got a little older, Mary promised herself, she'd have to do something about it, though she didn't know just what that would be.

After all, at thirty-two Mary could recall her teen years quite clearly. She remembered how it felt when her little tits began to develop, how carefully she had watched them grow. She recalled the long sessions of posing before her mirror, watching as her body began the long, long trip from girl to young woman.

But Mary didn't have any reason to envy Sharon her nice figure, since she had retained hers. She was a little heavier than she had been ten years ago, but the added weight had been distributed nicely. Her tits, ass and thighs were still firm and shapely, and she was pleased to observe that men still looked at her, sometimes turned around to do so; she had remained conscious of diet and exercise, determined to keep her figure as long as possible, even though, in times of depression, she told herself it was wasted when her only lover was a dog who didn't care what she looked like as long as she had a cunt to offer when she got down on all fours.

"How was school?" she asked her daughter, and then they chatted about little things, the girl pleased that her mother liked to chat with her, to share her interests, unlike the mothers of most girls she knew.

Mary was aware of that and cultivated it. She knew how much the divorce had upset their daughter, even though Sharon's father had paid her little attention.

After a little while, Sharon told her mother that she wanted to watch a lot of television that night and she had homework to do, so she went to her room and closed the door, knowing that her mother wouldn't disturb her.

But it wasn't homework Sharon had on her mind just then. In a crowded hallway after final class, Tommy, a boy with a reputation as an ass-grabber, had stolen three exciting feels of the seat of her tight jeans. That had been especially flattering, since he usually chose older girls for that. It told her that she had a nice ass, nice enough to attract the sixteen-year-old who preferred older girls, yet was attracted to what she packed in the seat of her pants.

Opening her jeans, she pushed them and her plain white panties down, and looked at the patch of fuzz above her pussy. She wished it would hurry and develop into a patch of real hair rather than just peach fuzz; yet, she told herself, Tommy would love to see it and feel it and check below to see and feel her little cunt. If she gave him the chance, she sensed, he would do more than just see and feel her cunt; he'd stick a big, hard cock in it and break her cherry. It would hurt, and then she would watch her belly getting big with a baby.

Sharon didn't like that thought, so she turned it off. She twisted to look at her ass in the mirror. The cheeks were plump and firm and so smooth. Closing her eyes then, she squeezed one, the way he had squeezed it, and she could understand why Tommy was an ass-grabber. Asses felt nice, she thought to herself as she squeezed and rubbed both cheeks.

Sharon blushed a little as she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel a girl's butt, maybe a bigger girl with bigger cheeks. She had heard vague stones about lesbians and had always thought them perverted and sick, but for the first time she was able to think about being naked with another girl without feeling anything but excitement.

She thought of Angie, her fifteen-year-old friend, her best friend. Angie would have a lovely ass, Sharon thought as she looked down at her fallen jeans and panties. Then she had a finger in her pussy, and she was ready to start diddling herself.

When she finger-fucked her snatch, she usually enjoyed fantasies in which she peeped while men and woman did sexy things to each other, but this time her thoughts were only about Angie.

As the little finger moved excitingly in her warm slit, she saw Angie standing with her pants and panties down around her ankles and she was standing behind her friend, playing with the cheeks of her ass and telling her friend how firm and silky her butt was.

Angie enjoyed it, too, and then they went to the bed where Angie lay face down. Sitting beside her, Sharon pushed her blouse up higher, then took the rest of her clothes off and resumed playing with her lovely bare ass while her friend squirmed and sighed and begged for more.

It became the strongest fantasy Sharon had ever experienced, and she worked at keeping it alive and strong. Angie wanted Sharon to finger her pussy for her and she agreed boldly, but she didn't want to stop playing with her friend's pretty ass in order to do it, so Angie stood and she sat on the edge of the bed.

While her right hand played with a silken buttcheek, her left went into her friend's crotch and rubbed her pussy warmly. Angie had a nice patch of coppery hair to crown her cunt, and Sharon envied it, but she didn't let that disturb the enjoyment she got from playing with the big asscheeks. Then her finger was in Angie's slit and she fingering her box while her friend panted.

When she felt the approach of orgasm, Sharon was not sure for a moment whether the come was going to be her's or Angie's. Then it struck, and she knew it was hers as her young body trembled and jerked strongly until the spasms stopped, leaving her breathless and feeling wonderful.

The next time Mary took her dog to her bedroom, it was after eleven at night, and her daughter was sleeping soundly, as she always did. She went to the window and closed the drapes, but it was just a routine thing, and she did it carelessly. In the beginning, she had been very careful that the drapes were closed tightly, perfectly, but as the sex bouts with the dog became more and more common, she became less careful.