Don Russell: Mother every way

She drained the sink and dried her hands. Pulsing with raw sexual desire and seething with self-contempt she rushed from the house. And what's the big fuss? she asked herself. You were afraid you were going to lose your husband? You did what had to be done, didn't you? Sinking to her knees before a rich-blooming rose, she inhaled its sweetness. "Oh, God!" Did I? How can the things I've done possibly give me the happiness of a secure home? And yet Art wants physical woman! He's got to have someone who goes wild with sex hunger with him! And if I'm going to be that self, that's what I'll have to be. There's only two of me; the one Grandma made and the one I inherited from Mama and Daddy. If I can't be one, I've got to be the other.

She choked back a sob. It didn't seem right to cry about it. She'd been free to make her decision and her father had repeatedly sneered at people who spent their lives regretting their decisions. "Christ Almighty!" he'd always said. "When a guy makes up his mind, he shuts a door on the other alternative! He's got to live with what he took, and there's no damn excuse for looking at the bad side of that!"

There's no damn excuse for looking at the bad side of it, she repeated now. For fifteen and a half years I've fought with myself. I've stamped out every dirty thought the instant I had it and frozen ever wiggle of excitement. That's the way it had to be if I wanted to be like Grandma. All right! The dirty-minded, cock-hungry slut was the natural me all the time! Now I know that's what Art wants, and it means doing what my impulses say; that's all!

She raised her eyes to gaze at tiny, puffball clouds as they drifted across the sky. All I have to remember is that's good, now, instead of bad? Let yourself go, Helen-baby! Do what you feel like, and the dirtier the better! She squeezed her breasts and felt a surge of warmth, then grinned ruefully and shook her head. "No, stupid! Not like that!" She unbuttoned her dress from the throat to the waist and shrugged out of it, then struggled out of her bra and squeezed the naked globes. She trembled at the hot flush of pleasure. "Like this!" Teasing her own nipples, she flung back her head and laughed with joy. Her old self would hate the new, but life was going to be another thing when she could give herself without reserve to the sensations that arose around her.

And then there's Smokey! I'll bet he doesn't care if I'm tied up or not! And I'll bet it would be a lot better if I weren't! She swung her bra by its strap and let her dress dangle from where it had settled, riding on her hips. She shivered with a sense of wicked pleasure at the risque picture she made, her boobs swaying, her navel exposed, and most of her lower belly visible as she strode toward the hidden corral and the frustrated little donkey.

She undressed and hung her clothes over the top rail before she went in. "The hell with the gate!" she exclaimed. "More fun to climb over!" She perched astride the rail for a moment, squirming at the harsh intimacy between it and her pussy. The she scrambled down and dug her toes into the organic soil and crossed to the feed table.

"Smokey?" she called. "Smokey…! Come on, baby! Come and get a piece of ass!"

Smokey shuffled toward her, his neck extended and his ears forward. She lay across the narrow plank, gripping its edge tightly and raising her knees. As the donkey came closer she spread her thighs and let him sniff her pussy. He licked, his tongue rough and impatient on her cunt, and he probed deep into her vagina, making her belly writhe.

"Good! Good baby! Oooh, Smokey, that's scrumptious!"

Smokey jerked his tongue free and tossed his head with a snort. Helen twisted to look under his belly and saw his cock swelling and lengthening. The beast quivered and pawed the ground.

"Wonderful! Wonderful, Smokey! You know!" She lowered her feet, touching the earth with her toes, her thighs widespread. "Come on, baby. Up between my legs!"

The donkey snorted again and reared on his short hind legs, taking a series of short, clumsy steps to position himself in the notch her legs made. She caught his forepaws to guide them clear of her belly, then reached under him and guided his prick to her cunt. His rump prodded and the bulky cockhead began to work against the tightness of her rim. She swung her legs around him and pulled fiercely, jerking herself onto the great cock and gagging happily when it crowded her guts.

"Ahhh! Ohhh, Smokey-baby! Fuck me good!" She grabbed his neck and hauled herself against him, his bristles stabbing her belly and gouging her tits. She pumped her ass, bouncing on his enormous shaft, and he banged at her until she was battering against the plank.

"God, yes, Smokey! Hit me! Hit me hard, baby!" Her cunt flamed with hunger and gulped the grotesque feast it held. Helen let go with her hands and flung her arms back, letting herself arch backward over the edge of the table. Her breasts jounced crazily and her fingers touched the ground. She knew she'd see the moving lump on her belly of the buried cockhead, if she only wanted to look. But she was starting to cum, and she didn't need to see. Her thighs clamped convulsively on Smokey's sides, his stiff hair digging at her tender flesh like handfuls of needles. Smokey backed suddenly, as if startled at something, and she felt herself dragged off the table. She hung head down beneath him, supported by the grip of her legs and pulling herself against his belly, his cock fully implanted in her. She continued to pump while she came, and Smokey's hindquarters continued to oscillate savagely.

His cock leaped abruptly within her and he threw his head up and brayed. His widely planted forelegs shook in Helen's grasp and she sobbed with overwrought awareness, pumping her hips slowly, sliding her stuffed pussy sensuously on his spurting cockshaft while his hot flood filled her. When the pulsing sensations at the mouth of her cunt subsided and the donkey's cock started to go soft, she loosened the grip of her legs and let herself slide off him to the ground. She rolled weakly aside, clear of his hooves, and pushed herself erect.

"Thank you, you walking cock. Thank you!" She went to him and hugged his ugly head, rubbing her tits against his face, then went to the corner of the corral and used the watering hose to rinse off the thick cum that trickled from her pussy. She took a cold douche and got dressed, leaving the corral with a bouncy step and a satisfied smile.

"All right!" she called to the clouds. "Okay! You saw that! Am I dirty enough? Am I doing all right or not?"

She returned to the house and made a perfunctory effort to straighten it. But she was too impatient for Art's arrival to care whether there was dust in the corners or not. At ten o-clock she made up her mind to shock him. "Like he'd want to be shocked," she said confidently. She found the bra and panties Danny had brought to her the night before. She stripped quickly and got into the revealing garments, then waited nervously.

She heard Art's car, peeked through the window to be sure it was him, and went to the center of the living room. When Art opened the door, he dropped his briefcase.

"Holy Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Is that you, Helen?"

"Of course! Honey, I've missed you something awful!"

"Sonovabitch!" He sprang across the room and crushed her in his arms.

"Honey!" she exclaimed over his shoulder. "Honey! You left the front door wide open!"

"Oh, shit! What's wrong with me!" He swung around, holding her in one arm, and went back to the door. Her toes dragged on the floor and she clung fiercely to him. He teased her, holding her before him in the open doorway and fingering her twat through the slit in her panties.

She was torn between hard-dying inhibitions and her new determination to ignore them. "Art!" she gasped, her glance darting up and down the street. "Art, honey! My God, somebody'll see us!" And then, pressing her head back against him and thrusting her knees apart. "To hell with it! Let them! Oh, rub, honey!"