Donald Palermo: Mom_s best friend

He sensed that he was going to see her strip naked and finger her cunt or fuck herself with a fake cock, and he trembled with arousal. He didn't often catch a woman playing with herself, and he found it wildly thrilling when he did. This was going to be one of those very good ones, he told himself, a five-star special, perhaps.

After she had been playing with her tits for a while, Adam saw that her nipples were aroused and stuck out temptingly, long and hard and very suckable. Pausing to talk to the dog again, Mary rubbed a hand on the crotch of her panties, and Adam became positive that he was in for a beautiful performance of finger-fucking. For just a moment, he wondered if she were going to include the dog in her act, then told himself he was asking for too much. Things like that only happen in books, he told himself.

Mary went to pat the dog again, and then she stood with her back to the window. Again Adam felt his cock throbbing and his heart pounding as he stared at what her beautifully rounded, white buttcheeks did to her little black panties. There was no portion of the female anatomy Adam didn't appreciate, but he had a special fondness for a lovely, firm, well-rounded ass, and she measured up magnificently, top of the scale, he decided; then he thought his heart or his cock would explode as Mary slowly pushed her panties down to bare that lovely ass. She did it unhurriedly and, beautiful as her big tits were, he was thankful that she had her back to him so that his eyes could feast on her magnificent big ass. Then she stepped out of the panties and tossed them onto the chair with her bra.

Normally, Adam was content to just watch a woman as she undressed, but there was something different in Mary's case, something more than her luscious tits and butt. He was seized by an almost overpowering urge to smash through the window and grab her, but then he told himself that he was not a rapist. Even if he were, the big shepherd would make very short work of him and what the dog left would languish in jail for a long time.

Adam watch her sit on the edge of the bed and talk to the dog while she opened her legs, showing him a glimpse of her cunt; then she was playing with it, confirming his hunch that she was going to masturbate for him.

Adam stared, trembling, then trembled more violently as Mary fell back across the bed, her ass partly over the edge. She raised and parted her shapely legs, drawing them back over her and showing him her cunt. It, too, was beautiful, he decided at once; then it was partially covered by her hand as she stroked it while she talked to the dog who, Adam observed, remained seated, even though he stretched toward her as though he wanted to get at her.

Taking the hand out of her crotch after she had parted the lips of her cunt, she spoke to the dog, and he got up and hurried to her.

"Jesus Christ," Adam gasped under his breath, "she really does have him trained."

The dog went directly to Mary and began licking her cunt. King used his long tongue well, and Adam could see that by the expression on the woman's face as the animal kept lapping her cunt. While he watched, Adam kept his hard cock in his hand, giving it a slow pull from time to time, being careful not to lose his load since he sensed that the show was far from finished.

And then he watched Mary climaxing, pushing the dog out of her crotch and rolling over on the bed, her plump ass jerking as the come really gripped her and held on strongly. Again he hungered to get his hands on those beautiful big buttcheeks, to be lying on her with his cock pushed into her tight hole.

She rested for only a short time, then she sat up and talked to the dog again. Adam was afraid she would hear the hammering of his heart as she dropped to the carpet on her hands and knees; he knew the dog was going to fuck her and he was going to watch.

He saw King's prick slipping out of the sheath, red and wet-looking as he approached her arched ass; the dog paused, sniffed at her twat, then mounted her for his woman fuck. As he did, Adam gasped again at the sight of the animal's cock. The sheath had rolled all the way back so that his balls were bared, and his cock looked as big as a man's. As Mary turned to talk to the dog, urging him on, Adam saw her face; the smile she wore was beatific. In that moment, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

The animal's cock jabbed the air a couple of times, then he rammed about three inches of it up her cunt and slowly worked the rest of it into her hole. Then he was busy fucking her, both dog and woman panting while, outside, Adam thought he would go out of his mind. He thought of how he hungered for the feel of her lovely cunt, yet while he was forced to remain outside, there was a dog fucking her. Adam decided it wasn't fair to the human race and especially to him.

Adam couldn't keep from jacking his cock as he watched. Then he saw the animal jerking as he shot his load into the cunt of the naked woman and Adam lost control, his jizz spurting against the wall of the house. It was a big charge and when he finished, he felt deliciously weak.

So did the dog, Adam thought with a smile as King pulled his cock out of Mary's slit and curled up on the carpet, licking his dick, his interest in the woman obviously gone.

"Crazy fucking dog," Adam said quietly to himself. "If I'd just finished fucking that beauty, I'd go right on loving her up with my hands and my mouth."

He watched as Mary got up, got onto the bed and turned the light off; then he left, but not before he got her name and address from her mailbox. As he walked to his home, Adam vowed that he would get to know Mary and that they would be lovers. All he didn't know was how he was going to arrange that.

Adam wrestled with his problem for two days and the greater part of two nights, yet he couldn't come up with the solution he sought. He didn't go walking those evenings, wasn't interested in watching other women undressing for bed, wasn't interested even in his two beautiful lesbians. The only thing on which his mind would dwell was the beautiful, exciting woman with the dog and how he was going to arrange to meet her.

Phoning her was out of the question, Adam reasoned. Before he could begin his approach, she would hang up on him. Over and over again he told himself that a letter was the only approach. Though he didn't like the idea, he finally faced the fact that there were no alternatives, so he spent an entire evening writing, throwing away, changing and writing some more.

It was after midnight when he finished and as he reread his letter, he still wasn't sure it was right.

He began the letter by telling of the tragic loss of his wife and went on to tell how, after a long period during which masturbation was his only sexual outlet, he accidentally became a peeping Tom. He told her how he had tried to fight it, realizing the danger it involved, but that he hadn't had the strength to stop.

Then came the really tough part where he told her what he had seen when he peeped into her window that night. He didn't dwell on details, saying just enough so that she would know what he had observed – the lapping and the fucking King had given her. He told, too, that in his wild arousal and jealousy of the dog, he had jacked off outside her window.

Much of the letter was an impassioned plea for her to agree to see him, pointing out that he was a loner, an unhappy lonesome man, and that he sensed it was a problem they shared, that in getting to know each other, in talking of their problems and of life, they could, hopefully, build a new life for themselves, one which would be full and rich and rewarding. If not, he pointed out, at least they would have discussed their problems and perhaps even that would be helpful to both. After much debate with himself, he mailed the letter on Friday evening, knowing she would receive it on Monday. He hadn't signed the letter, for obvious reasons, but he promised he would phone her on Monday for her answer.