Tor Kung: My Mother Taught Me

“Would you like your little boy to do a naughty thing, Mommy? If so, you have to ask him.”

Something snapped in her. Something infinitely small, vitally important. Like the aleron wire breaking on the plane's rudder. A huge plane, thousands of complicated and gigantic parts. But the little wire, so thin you can hardly see it, snaps. And nothing is ever the same again. The plane crashes. Something gave way in her. She looked in my eyes and said, softly: “Oh, yes, my little baby, play with Mommy's cunt.” I began again, slowly approaching the cunt. It was the moment. Deliberately, I ruffled my thumbnails up through the hair on each side of the mound. “Oh-h-h-h-h-h” she moaned. “Oh, I'm coming! Mommy's going to come, Lars. Momma's coming. Mommy's coming.” Over. and over, louder and louder. She was yelling: “MOMMY'S COMING!” And she did. Again and again, hysterically, racked by it in long shuddering explosions. Over and over. She kept her eyes open so I could see it. Then everything reached its peak in me. The mountains in me blew up. My body was dynamited. My mind toppled over; shouting, “I came,” I fainted across her.

When I came to she was gone. I looked in the fir grove where she had parked the car. No car. I judged by the sun that it was about three. I started home.

The road was oiled but dust still kicked up as I walked. I threw stones at the trees trying to forget I was worried. Why had she left? What would her reaction be, now when she reflected. Had she intended that to happen? Assuredly not! I had looked at her and she had been affected by that strange thing in me that got all of them. But what now? I had to go home and find out but I didn't want to. All at once I remembered Gunilla.

My steps quickened. My heart lifted. A surprise, she had said! Another of her fantastic surprises! Also, I could ask her advice about Mother. She would help me. My Gunilla would help.

There was no one in the front yard. I quickly went up to her room.

Gunilla was curled on the bed reading. Her skirt was well above her knees. My blood quickened at the sight. Only half of her thigh was bare,- but it was enough. It sang to me indecently. Would I never, never get used to it? She put down her book and smiled.

“Well, lover, I thought you'd never get here. I've been waiting for hours!”

“I'm sorry, I said, but listen, I may be in trouble, Nil.”

How beautiful she was. Inside, I mean. She was instantly concerned, jumped up and came to me. Put her arms around me. I told her what had happened. She smiled.

“Sweetheart, don't worry about it. No, she probably didn't plan it the way it worked out. She was caught in it just as you were. But it doesn't matter, Darling. I told you you would have her. She is yours. Oh, she probably told herself she was just trying to solve your 'problem,' but underneath her motives were quite different. She wanted your hands on her-for you to see her body. She may be upset, but not with you. And it will pass. And you will have her. Under you. Just like you want her.”

Something in me said: “I… do… want… to… fuck her!”

She kissed me. “I promise you you shall… and now I have your surprise. Are you ready?” Her eyes danced. I nodded eagerly.

I don't know what I expected. It wasn't what I got. I sat down on the bed while she locked the door. Then she whistled softly. Immediately, from the other side of the bed, a form rose and walked to her. It was Gustav, her doberman.

“Just watch, lover,” she answered my amazed glance. “What you are going to see is very exciting!” Puzzled, I sat back and waited.

But nothing very startling happened, at least at first. She merely patted and stroked the dog's head. Her fingers caressed his jaw, his ears, his neck. Then she ordered him to lie down. She continued petting him, running her fingers through the short hair on his back. She told him to roll over and play dead. She started on his stomach.

Then I began to understand. She was caressing his stomach closer and closer to the cock. She placed her fingers on each side of it and stroked. Gustav opened his eyes, then closed them. He whimpered. She was stroking directly on his cock.

Back and forth with her fingers. She put her hand around the “fore skin” and jacked him off. Back and forth. At the end a tip of red appeared. Then more. And more. Growing and growing, the red thing getting bigger and bigger. She kept wetting her fingers in her mouth and stroking the red part.

She was squatting beside the dog. Gustav grew more and more excited. His mouth hung open. As she jacked his cock he twisted toward her and, raising his nose, began licking her knees. Gunilla leaned toward him, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet. Her knees spread. The dog licked more and more. Her legs parted more. She moved her feet and edged toward him. He growled and explored deeper between her legs with his nose. Gunilla's hand moved faster on his cock, and, quickly shifting hands, she moved faster, and still faster. Gustav's body was trembling with eagerness. He probed his nose deep and licked and licked at her thighs which opened and closed caressing his head.

Gunilla was facing me, her legs wide. I could see she wore no pants. The golden crown of her cunt was just visible in the darkness. Every few seconds she glanced at me. When she caught me trying to see, she sat down and spread her legs full. Light from the window fell on her. I could see the cunt perfectly: the great mass of blond hair darkening to the slit. And the dog at her, licking her magnificent thighs.

“Here, Gustav,” she called softly, “come in here, boy, and lick me. Lick me, Gustav! See, I'm loving your big red cock for you, so lap me, lick my cunt for me, Gustav! Do you like it, darling? Lick me, lick me, Gustav!”

The dog squirmed towards her, sniffing at her cunt. Then his long tongue was out and at her. He licked in long strokes covering her loins from her ass over her hole to her clitoris. Gunilla moaned and looked at me.

“His tongue is so long, sweetheart. So good. I love you, Lars, but I wish your tongue was as long as Gustav's.” I was very excited, too excited to care. I watched in fascination as she moaned under the dog's attentions. Then suddenly she rolled away and ran for the bed. Gustav was after her with a puzzled growl. She sat beside me on the bed, her legs open. Immediately the dog was at her again, thrusting his nose under her skirt and licking, licking at her cunt.

“I thought you might want a closer look. Do you like it, sweetheart, do you like to watch? Like to see my doggy lick me? See my doggy eat my cunt for me?” Her face was a mass of passion. Excitement. I had been bothered at first but now the excitement possessed me. I nodded, watching him lick her.

She moaned and fumbled at her side, opening something. Drawing back her legs she slid the skirt off onto the dog. He backed away a step, shook loose, and returned to her naked body.

Gunilla thrust her loins at him and took off her blouse. She wore no brassiere. Nothing. The dog was licking furiously at her legs, her cunt. She seized his nose and rubbed it on her clitoris while he licked at the cuntjuice in her hole. She was wild, lifting her cunt more and more to him. Gustav barked and lapped in a frenzy. She lost her balance on the edge of the bed and fell stark naked to the floor.

Gustav was barking and whining with excitement. He was all over her licking, licking.

“Gustav, Gustav, my tits, here.” She pushed her breasts up at him and pulled his mouth to her tit. I saw the huge nipple swelling, hard. The dog's mouth opened, his long tongue lap wildly over it. Gustav licked her all over-down her sides, her stomach, her legs, making her twist and roll on the floor from the excitement, the sensation. I was terribly aroused. There was something about the sight, the idea of this animal licking her that was maddening.