Unknown - Daughter in Heat

I know if I was a dog, I'd get a big hard-on if I saw legs like these on a bitch."

Jenny absorbed every word of praise as she watched the fondling of her legs as intently as the guys did, marveling at the sensuous way Heather moved her hands over intimate flesh.

Each time her hands came to the crotch, they pressed against her sex, giving the shrouded cleft a good rub before going back down.

On the fifth pass, Heather cupped Jenny's pussy, squeezed, and said, "Is this your bitch pussy, Jenny? Is this the pussy you let your dog fuck when no one is home? Bill skipped school and spied on you one day last week. He said he saw you naked, sitting in a chair with your legs wide, guiding Ruff's hard cock into your pussy. He said you fucked him three times that way.

He said you could control the pace by holding his haunches. Is that the best way to fuck a dog, Jenny?"

Jenny was fucked and knew it. The truth was out, now. She didn't need to look at Bill, and she certainly didn't want to see her husband's victorious grin.

Her dirty secret was out. There was no denying it and future imitation mating would be real. Her shame was in her expression, but so was her arousal.

Imitation mating was driving her crazy, and with the boys soon to be out of school and underfoot all summer long, the prospect of three months of nothing but imitation mating did not thrill her. Heather's exposure was welcomed on one level. Jenny nodded in the affirmative while biting on her lower lip and dying of shame.

Shamed though she was, she loved what Heather was doing between her legs, turning abject shame into passionate degradation, the kind of degradation a woman wants to wallow in.

Her knees bowed and she thrust out her cunt into the firmly massaging hand of the sexy slut who had her by the cunt in more ways than one.

Heather had her and knew it. Jenny's crotch was sopping wet. Heather looked up and said, "Can I see your bitch pussy? Can I pull your panties off?"

Jenny didn't say no, so Heather took that as a yes and pulled her panties down her legs. Jenny lifted one foot after the other, then held her dress higher as both of Heather's hands returned to run over areas she hadn't felt. After feeling all that she could reach from her kneeling position, even going under the bra to mold and squeeze her D-cup breasts, rolling and tweaking the hard nipples, Heather brought her hands into the crotch to part the cunt lips, bringing forth a moan of new shame as the last shred of decency dissolved with her final intimate secret becoming a public curiosity as two heads joined Heather's to view the sight.

Evidently, even Douglas hadn't seen the inside of his wife's pussy. Heather made sure they saw it all. Jenny helped by tilting her pelvis up and widening her knees, effectively placing her cunt on display. If there was any shame left in the woman, it didn't show.

Heather felt a trickle of fluid leak out of her own twat. Harold saw it, knew what it was, and released the dog.

Ruff caught the trickle and sent his long tongue deep. Heather swooned and said, "Oh, Jenny, your dog is licking my pussy.

Oh god, he's licking my womb! Boy, he sure has a long tongue.

Ummm, this feels wonderful. It feels like he's fucking me with his tongue. I hope this doesn't make you jealous, Jenny. You're not angry with me, are you?"

Jenny shook her head watching her three guys drop to their knees at Heather's ass to watch the dog's tongue fuck a cute young pussy with no hair on it.

Heather said, "I feel like returning the favor. Would you like me to lick your pussy for you since your dog is licking mine? I will if you ask me to."

Heather was nuzzling Jenny's pussy, blowing her hot breath on sensitive inner tissues, rubbing her nose on the clit. Jenny watched and felt, then said,

"Would you mind?"

Heather smiled and began licking like a dog, lapping the hairy beaver. Jenny's legs were like rubber. Heather passed both arms through the upper thighs to force a wider spread as she reached back and clutched the enthralled woman by the hips.

Now forced into a vulgar squat to receive her twat lapping, the guys took interest and abandoned Heather's ass.

Harold and Bill took kneeling positions on either side peering into the spread Heather lapped at. Douglas got behind his wife and divested her of her dress and then the skewed bra, leaving her naked in a vulgar stance. He reached through her arms to hold her by the breasts, peering down on the scene in her crotch by hanging his head over the left shoulder, looking between pendulous breasts.

It was quite a sight he looked down on, and Jenny was looking down on it with him, their heads side by side, cheek to cheek.

The boys were helping Heather out by each pulling out on a cunt lip to give her a wide pink oval to lick, placing the inflamed and throbbing clit out in the open. Heather batted the big clittie with her tongue, then went low to lap at the hole or delve deep before returning to bat and flick the clit.

Douglas said, "So, Jenny, you've been fucking that dog like a real bitch. You look like a real bitch, now. You're giving those boys a good look at your bitch cunt. Have you no shame, woman? I suppose not. You're a bitch, now, aren't you?

No more games. It's all out in the open, now, babe. You have nothing to hide.

We see you for what you are, but we'd like to hear you say it, admit it, proclaim it, make it official. Tell your sons what you are, what that is between your legs, what that is they have their fingers on."

Jenny swallowed hard, took a deep breath, then said, "Harold, Bill, look up.

Look at me." They looked up to her face. "Your mother is a dog's bitch. I'm Ruff's bitch, his mate, his sexual partner, and I have been for the past two months only I've been keeping it a secret. I'm going to be a good bitch from now on and give him all the sex he wants whenever he wants it. I'll get naked and be shameless. You can watch us mate. You can fondle me and call me filthy names while we do it.

You may treat me like a bitch whenever you see me acting like a bitch. I don't care; I want you to treat me that way when you see that I'm about to mate with an animal. At all other times, I'm still your mother and I expect to be treated accordingly.

Now, look between my legs."

The excited boys lowered their eyes and stared at her pussy. Heather eased back so as not to block anyone's view and used her fingers to help the boys open it wider. Between them, they almost turned Jenny's pussy inside out, their fingers covering all the hair.

Jenny gazed on it, too, as she said, "That is my bitch pussy and that hole at the bottom of my slit is where the dog's dick goes. That's what he fucks, and that is where he deposits his dog semen. That's what makes my vagina a bitch pussy or cunt. When we fuck, you can watch the dog's dick fuck your mother's bitch cunt and when he's done, I'll let you watch the dog's sperm leak out of my pussy. I will remain naked until it all leaks out and is running down my legs and off my feet. I will assume whatever pose you want to see me in, whatever pose amuses you. Whenever I have dog semen on my body, you are free to treat me like a filthy bitch. Shame me and degrade me all you want, but when I'm clean and dressed, we go back to normal. You will always know when I'm a bitch and when I'm a mother, and you had best not get the two confused."

Jenny looked to her husband and said, "Are you satisfied, now? Is that what you want, Douglas?"

"Pleased as punch."

Heather said, "You should shave your cunt and keep it shaved. They'll be able to see more that way. The boys should be allowed to check your cunt for signs of dog semen if that's how they are going to determine how to treat you. It seems only fair."

Jenny said to Douglas, "Is that what you want, Douglas? Do you want your sons taking those liberties with my most intimate anatomy whenever the whim strikes them? Do you want me to keep my pussy shaved free of all hair so they can see everything better?"