Mom's licking pet

Chapter Ten

Two days! Both women in the house had been on edge. Debbie was hanging around all the time, feeling a little guilty about her sexual relationship with both young residents. Joyce tried to communicate with her daughter, all the time feeling the itchy tingle between her legs growing worse and worse! Rex lay in the livingroom, at times sniffing at the older woman's legs. It was frightening to watch him looking at her, wondering if he were going to do something that would tip her daughter off as to what had been going on in the house.

Sometime Friday evening Debbie mentioned that she was going on a hospital picnic. Some of the people would be picking her up early Saturday morning. Joyce was glad. Her daughter hadn't been all that popular at school. She had some friends, but not nearly as many as Joyce had hoped. At least this would give her a chance to meet more people a little older and mature than she.

Besides the woman had an ulterior motive. Every night she lay alone in her bed, feeling her cunt burn like a glowing jewel. Oh, how she tried to get herself off, fingering her pussy, thinking of her husband, thinking of the dog. But even though she came in a whirlwind of fire there was still that bit of dissatisfaction, something in her cunt that needed another thing, another person to take care of it. Her dreams continued, stronger than ever up to Saturday morning.

"Where are you going?" Joyce asked, pouring her coffee, then settling behind the kitchen table and sipping it.

"Oh, just down to Griffith Park, near the observatory. I guess some of them weren't very imaginative in picking out a place," Debbie said, sipping her milk.

Joyce stared at her daughter. She was so young, and yet older than she in many ways. The girl wiped the milk moustache off her upper lip. It was times like these the woman wanted to wrap her arms around her daughter and protect her. But Debbie would have pushed her away. She was a big girl now, almost a woman. And perhaps… perhaps, more of a woman than she realized. Joyce put down her coffee, raising one eyebrow, studying her daughter carefully. Had she… had she been with a man? Oh, it was so useless, so stupid to ask that question even to herself. So what if she had? Hadn't her mother slept with a dog, carried on with an animal? Who was she to point some accusing finger. At least Debbie-if she had fucked-had kept within her own species!

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"You get it mom, will you? I've gotta go upstairs for a second," Debbie said breathlessly, pushing away the chair and rushing out of the kitchen.

Joyce sighed, gathered the dressing gown tightly around her waist and shuffled out of the kitchen after her daughter. On the way she kicked Rex lightly on the chin when he tried lifting the hem of her gown with his long snout.

"Yes?" Joyce stood in the doorway, one hand on the molding. In front of her she saw a tall handsome, thickly built man dressed in white t-shirt and white tennis shorts. His darkly tanned flesh stood out handsomely against that kind of clothing. She felt a little tremor pass through her pussy as she backed away and invited him in.

"I'm Ray Tiffany… Doctor Ray Tiffany," he said, noticing Joyce's discomfort.

Oh, yes, from the hospital. The picnic. Well, I'm sure you're going to have a beautiful day for it," Joyce said.

She was unsettled, feeling so nervous, silly and awkward in front of this young man. His dark eyes were so sexy, so penetrating. She could swear he was mentally undressing her, mocking her, purposely putting her off her guard to.. to what? Was she going mad? Was she going to start thinking that every man looking at her wanted to… to fuck her?

"Please, sit down," Joyce said, gathering what will she had about her. Her cunt continued to flutter as she felt her ass settle into the sofa cushion. Ray was sitting opposite her on the edge of a large stuffed chair, his legs spread widely apart, his hands on either knee. Joyce noticed a big roll of cockmeat pressing hard against his tight-fitting tennis shorts. Was he wearing jockeys? Was he naked under those briefs? And if he was, what was she doing letting her only daughter out on a picnic with this man?

"And… where are you going?" Joyce asked slyly, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap.

"Oh, not too far from here. Out near Monrovia," Ray said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That's strange. I thought-"

Joyce's comment was interrupted by the sound of Debbie skipping down the stairs.

"Debbie I… isn't that a little… revealing?" Joyce criticized, staring at her daughter. The young girl was wearing a thin halter top that exposed the full heaviness of her large tits. Around her hips was a pair of tight-fitting Levi cutoff shorts. The older woman swallowed hard. Of course she knew now what was going on. Her daughter was going to go out and fuck this young man. They were going on a picnic of their own. She could put a stop to it now. She could throw herself in front of the door, stretch her arms out and forbid Debbie to take another step. Instead she backed away, kissed her daughter lightly on the forehead, and told them both to have a good time.'

"Oh, Mrs. Wilson, a friend of mine was to come here and meet us. He got tied up in surgery and I didn't have enough time to leave him a note. Tell him we're on our way and we'll meet him with the others," Jack said at the front door.

Joyce felt another chill rush through her body. Was Debbie taking on two men? No, that was ridiculous! Perhaps there was another couple involved. Perhaps there was going to be just a simple picnic and she was reading all sorts of filthy things into it.

Joyce closed the door, holding her head in both hands. This had to stop. She had to stop thinking about sex, about fucking, about…

The big German Shepherd had barely waited for the door to slam and lock. In a second the animal was up to her, licking her ankles, whining, shaking with lust.

"No, no, I can't… I won't…"

Joyce stood in the middle of the big livingroom, listening to the silence of the big house, warding off the rush of powerful feelings tearing through her pussy. No, no, she couldn't let herself sink that low. She had just kissed her daughter good-by, sent her off to God only know what, and now she was contemplating doing it again with the pet?

"Ohhhhh, I… I can't…"

She felt tears welling up behind her tightly shut eyes. The woman clenched her fingers into two tight fists, pressing them hard against her trembling thighs. No, no, she couldn't sink that low.

"I.. can't… help myself," Joyce finally whispered out loud, thinking the ceiling would crash in. But not to her surprise nothing happened. There was no lightning, no thunder, no rushing of the wind. Outside she could hear children playing, a few dogs barking, women gossiping loudly on the walk. Life was going on just as usual. Well, she was going to fuck the dog… just as usual.

"Come on, Rex, come on," Joyce said, gathering her gown tightly around her waist and rushing up the stairs. She felt her heart pounding when she reached the top, her flesh glowing with a strange excitement. It was the same kind of feeling of forbidden excitement she felt every time she made it with this dog.

The hallway seemed to sway in front of her as she made it to the bedroom. Yes, she knew before that she was going to fuck with Rex. She hadn't made the bed. The sheets and bedspread were still thrown back, the pillow crumpled and resting against the headboard. No shame, no regrets, no guilt. Everything was thrown out the window as Joyce untied her belt, let the gown fall open, then slip off her narrow shoulders.

"Here, Rex… please… come here," Joyce said.

She was on her back on the bed. Rex was sitting by the door, his head tilted to one side. He was teasing her, actually teasing her! She was laying there, pleading with him, feeling ashamed of that begging. She was asking a dog to jump up between her thighs and do to her what she needed to be done. She'd even rubbed her cunt provocatively.

But still the big dog did nothing. Joyce was trembling as she got up and hurried across the room. She knelt by the animal and started petting his thick fur. As always he moved his head and whimpered. Oh, no, no, it couldn't just be affection this time. She needed something more than what a goddamned cat could give her. Joyce swallowed nervously, feeling the first pangs of disappointment tear at her.

"Be a good dog. Get up on the bed," Joyce whispered.

She stretched one hand over and patted the mattress, feeling her face flushed beet red. She was horribly embarrassed at what had happened to her. Her entire life had changed so radically during the past few days. Where once she had been resigned to waiting for those awful erotic dreams she now had to go after it. Once every two weeks wasn't enough. And it wasn't enough either to dream about orgasm, or lay alone at night in the bed and finger her pussy

No, none of that could take care of the burning itch between her legs now. She had to have another thing with her, another person, or this… dog!

"Rex, here… up here, Rex!"

Rex laxily crossed to the bed and bounded up. Then he sat on his haunches with his tongue hanging out, looking at her with a slightly tilted head.

Joyce scrambled back onto the bed, resting to one side, petting his sides. She was burning up with lust. She knew part of the reason was that young resident from the hospital. Her own interest in him had shocked her. She was thinking of making a play for her daughter's friend, although he was certainly too old for someone like Debbie to be dating. Dating? Of course, this was supposed to be a hospital picnic. Her mind whirled about in confusion.

To see him standing there in the livingroom wearing those revealing, wonderful clothes made her heart skip beats. His muscles, his tan, that promising bulge between his legs all caught her interest.

Her hand slipped under the animal's powerful chest. She was going to touch him, touch him to arouse him. Gingerly she felt back along the thinning fur until she had found the bulge of his cocksheath. No, no, she couldn't do it. She jerked her hand away, wondering what she was letting herself sink to.

But even that grazing touch had brought about a change in Rex's behavior. He whimpered, his body trembling. Turning his head he licked at her arm. Glancing down the woman could see that a tiny point of red had peeked out of the sheath. She reached out and started to massage him. Her daughter was gone to a picnic and probably wouldn't be back until late this afternoon. There was no one expected… oh, yes, that other resident. Well, she could shout down the information to him. Ohhh, why did it matter anyway? She needed release from the terrible pressure between her legs. She and the dog… oh, it would be wonderful, beautiful!