Mom's licking pet

Chapter Seven

During the last few months Joyce had felt a tension between her and her daughter. At first the woman thought it was just the time of life Debbie was going through. She was confused and uncertain as were most teenagers. The woman remembered her own difficulties with her mother and simply let things pass. But lately the tension between them had grown worse. Last night was the first time Debbie had spoken to her without that sharp, cutting edge she usually had in her voice.

Joyce had wanted to speak to her about this. But the incident with Rex had dampened her determination. If her daughter had found out what she'd done with the animal she would have died of shame and embarrassment.

This morning she stood in the kitchen, looking out the window at Rex who was running around in the backyard. She was glad she'd thrown him out of the house. God only knows what awful things she would have been doing if she kept him in. And if her daughter had heard something going on in her bedroom…

Joyce composed herself as she heard her daughter coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, dear."

The young girl mumbled something, picking up her fork and scraping it listlessly across her plate. It had been a restless night for her. She knew dreaming about Ray… that wonderful intern with his hands roaming all over her body, his mouth sucking her nipples, his cock snaking through her cunthairs and plowing open her pussy. Yes, she could feel his body pressing down against hers, his tongue drilling into her mouth while his cock peeled back her cuntlips and gurgled into the hairy wet hole.

And then suddenly the scene shifted. Suddenly she was back in the garden, struggling for breath while Rex was on top of her, nuzzling his snout against her pulsing cunt.

Debbie had awakened several times during the night, her mouth dry as cotton, her heart beating wildly. She finally tore off her uniform, trying to think of some excuse she'd give the following day to the hospital for getting a new one. Tiptoeing down the hall, she showered, hoping the fresh water would wash away her dreams.

But nothing of the sort happened. When she finally did get back to sleep she dreamed once more of Ray and his dick, of how it felt grinding against her clit while his hairy legs pinned hers down. And that moment of climax! The young girl wondered if she'd climaxed again in her dream! Possibly. She'd awakened exhausted from her sleep as if she'd fucked all night.

And again in between her dreams of Ray were dreams of Rex… of his furry muzzle, of the way his cum felt as it spattered against her sides and arms. Now as she sat behind the breakfast table she could sense her mother wanted to have a "talk" with her. Good God, that was all the needed!

"How are things at the hospital, Debbie?" Joyce asked, pouring juice from the jar.

Debbie flushed red. Of course her mother couldn't possibly know about her and the doctor. But still the idea of the question shot through her like lightning.

"Fine," she mumbled.

"You know," Joyce said, biting her lip, "I've worried about you… you know, all the stories they have about doctors and nurses."

This was starting out stupidly. She didn't know how to finish it. How could she talk to her daughter when she was feeling so guilty, so ashamed?

"Mother!"

Debbie felt panic. If her mother kept on talking this way she'd find out what happened last night. Above everything else, she wanted to stay working at the hospital, to see Ray, to fuck with him again. If her mother found out what had happened she'd be forbidden to go there again.

"What I mean is-"

"What you mean is you want to know if they go to bed together a lot, right?"

Debbie shot her mother a daring look of defiance across the table. The best defense was a good offense. She saw Joyce wince at the words then lower her eyes.

"I… I don't want to know that. I just want you to be.. careful, that's all," Joyce said, feeling her hands trembling.

"I'm not going to do anything, mother, you don't have to worry about that," Debbie said, surprised at how easy it was to lie.

She finished her breakfast, gulping down her milk, then excusing herself. She was going to go down to the high school and run around the track a bit to "get going" for the day. There were many patients at the hospital now and she had to feel up for her job.

Joyce didn't say anything, glad her daughter had found something worth-while to do with her vacation time. At least she wasn't hanging around street corners trying to pick up men.

Men! The thought of them, of their cocks, stirred up the woman's excitement once more. This was awful, terrible! How could she go on this way, thinking about dicks, thinking about that awful dog running around in the yard right now?

Joyce cupped her head in her hands. The shame from last night stayed. Could she go on without letting the dog touch her? Joyce was familiar with that tickle tightening the muscles of her loins. She stood up, straightening the gown hanging limply from her shoulders. All she had to do was open the door, let the animal in through the rear door. Debbie wouldn't be home for hours. She knew that.

Joyce felt she was going crazy. The woman was aware of her nakedness under the gown. Thinking about that Joyce was starting to excite herself, looking out the window, seeing Rex dozing under the big ash tree near the kitchen door.

"Don't… don't do it," she whispered to herself, moving her fingers up and down over her tits. She closed her eyes, feeling the hot rush of sexual feelings through her cunt. No, no, she couldn't let herself sink to that low level again.

"Oh, oh, it's morning.. morning and I'm so.. soo horny!"

Joyce moaned, pushing herself away from the sink counter, closing her eyes and concentrating on the awful pulsing itch between her legs. Yes, she couldn't keep her hands away from it. Her legs were growing so weak, so rubbery while her heart pounded as if it would tear through her ribcage. It was awful, terrible!

The woman glanced at the kitchen wall clock. No, Debbie would be at the track for at least two hours-running, showering, probably talking to some of her friends. It was risky, terribly dangerous. What if her daughter were to come home and…

The hell with it. The hell with everything, Joyce thought as another spasm nearly brought her to her knees. The silk dressing gown clung to her body, caressing her full, round, heavy-hanging tits. Joyce could feel that hot, heavy feeling weighing down her body, the sensation that let her know she was ready for a good hot fucking.

Daring to risk everything, the blonde woman sucked in a deep breath, gathered her gown around her and opened the kitchen door.

The squeak aroused the big animal. Rex raised his head, pricked up his ears and sniffed at the air as he saw the screen door open. Joyce was standing slightly behind it, one hand on the molding, the other tightly holding her belly. She was fighting with herself, still worried her daughter might come in at any second. If she should hear suspicious moans from the bedroom…

Rex rose, stretched his hindlegs and trotted into the kitchen. Immediately he went to his bowl, saw it empty, then turned his head and gazed slant-eyed up at the trembling woman.

"No, not food, not now," she whispered, feeling so shamed in front of this damned animal. "I just can't… can't resist it."

Her words steadied her nerves. Just saying it returned some of her pride, made her realize she could admit she wasn't above something like… like doing this thing with Rex.

There couldn't be any silent conversations with herself, with God. She shook her head, shook away everything in her mind. All that was left was the hungry throbbing of her warm cunt. She could already feel the delicate tissues flooding with juice, spreading, tickling her clit. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Joyce hurried into the big front room, hearing the German Shepherd padding behind her.

"Up here," she said, standing at the foot of the stairs.

But Rex had sat down, his dark-red pointed cock trembling in his sheath. Was he playing with her, actually flirting? The thought unnerved her. Joyce sat on the floor, letting her gown fall open. Her knees were parted slightly. The hot dampness of her cunt opened to the dog's mouth if he wanted it. Oh, it was awful! She glanced nervously over her right shoulder, thinking she heard someone approaching her house. No, it was just her imagination. Once more the woman turned her attention to the sitting dog, feeling shame and lust whirl about in her mind.

"Here, here. " Her voice was so low, trembling.

Rex didn't seem to be interested in her at first. She was being refused by a dog! It had to be the putdown of all ages. She was flaunting herself shamelessly in front of him and being turned down. Embarrassed, humiliated, the woman pushed one finger into her soppy cunt and moved it around, sliding it out and hanging it in front of the dog's nose.

What had turned him off? What was she doing wrong? Joyce felt her heart pounding like mad in her chest. Little did she know Rex had had her daughter the night before and was somewhat tired from the effort. Still his ears pricked up again, his nose quivered when the odor of her aroused cunt wafted into his nostrils.

"Upstairs, boy, upstairs," she whispered breathlessly, feeling her knees wobble as she gathered the gown once more around her waist and slowly mounted the steps. Rex followed, his nose nuzzling the hem of her gown, a low throaty growl starting up again.

Joyce tried to steady herself, tried to tell herself that nothing was wrong in this. She had left all morality behind her. Let her daughter worry about things like that. She'd make sure Debbie never fell into this trap, never found herself so isolated that she had to turn to animals for affection.

Yes, she was a bitch. And she no longer cared. She breathed Rex's name as she opened the bedroom door and slipped inside. The dog followed, stopping by the rumpled bed as Joyce made sure the door was locked. Turning, she flung her gown open, dropping it to the floor, raising both hands and cupping her tits. She hefted them slightly away from her body, rubbing her fingers over the nipples. Yes, they were good and hard. They were ready for licking, for tending to by the large dog in front of her. Joyce moved to the window, standing to one side as she reached up and drew down the shades. Outside people were going about their early morning business. Inside Joyce was about to go onto hers.

"Here, boy, here," she whispered, sliding her naked ass onto the bed and scooting up until her back rested against the headboard.

Rex by this time was fully interested in her. He jumped onto the groaning bed, moving up, his tail tucked between his hindquarters. Joyce sucked a ragged breath in at the first touch of his tongue. She was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him bury his muzzle in her cunt, eat her out like the bitch in heat she was.

"Yes, eat, eat…"

Reaching down the woman petted the animal's muscular haunches as he licked up to her navel. It was wonderful, marvelous to feel him doing that to her. He was licking her all over, greasing down her naked body with his tongue and spit. The tickling rub was excruciating. Several times her flesh rippled with excitement. Joyce started moving her hips against the mattress. The bed started to squeak and groan with her fucking movements.

"Oh, oh, OH!" She gasped and cried out, parting her thighs and rubbing her fingers over her steamy cunt. She could feel her juices wetting down her fingers, slicking her palms. The dog jumped forward and moved to her pussy, eating her with a soft muted growling. It was heaven! Why on earth had she worried so much about it? Why had she thought the world would end when she let the animal into her room. All those silly fears evaporated under the flush of her pussy. Joyce threw back her head, let out an abandoned laugh, loving the sensation of her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulderblades. She was alone in this big house, terribly alone with this loving animal. It was something that cared, something that wanted her.

His nose moved up and down through her slit, forcing the small inner lips apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. It was what she'd been wanting all morning. Good lord, it had only been a matter of hours since she'd had sex with that dog! A dog! And still she had ached for him. Her foot tapped nervously under the kitchen table even when she was trying to communicate with her daughter. The woman moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on the wrinkled sheets. No, she hadn't slept all that well the night before, twisting, tossing, thinking about the dog's loving tongue, his furry, wonderful snout. She petted the animal with both feet while he lapped and wet her cunt with his spit. It was doggie spit!

Rex had touched a particularly sensitive spot. It sent her ass prancing high in the air, her legs kicking out, her head snapping from side to side. Oh, how good, how deliciously good it was having that animal there, lapping like crazy, licking her off. She didn't care about the spit, about the fact that wild wet friction between her legs was caused by an animal. It was taking care of her, loving her the way no one had in such a very long time.

Rex growled and let his teeth nip along the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips. He was doing it again, that favorite trick of his. He knew how to play with her, rolling those big brown eyes up and watching her twist and writhe on the bed, knowing when to touch her clit, when to back away. It was uncanny! How could a dog know that? How could he possibly know that touching her there would.. ohhhhhhh, would bring out the wildness in her mind?

She humped her back, pressing her cuntal mound up harder for him to eat. His fangs dug along the silken flesh. She watched his neck hairs bristling with the wildness both of them felt. Again and again she kicked her legs out, rocking her body from side to side, hearing the headboard bang hard against the wall. Twice she rolled her eyes back, expecting to see cracks in the wall. The bed squeaked and groaned from the double weight of the two of them.

"Oh, damn… damn… damn…"

Her head was spinning around like a whirlwind. She clawed at the dog's furry neck, biting her lips, wondering if she had the courage to slide her fingers back, back along the thinning hair of his underbelly to his… his prong! yes, that red knobby thing she'd seen earlier when he lapped her pussy. It was so funny looking-not at all like a man's. She wondered briefly what something like that would feel like in her cunt. How would it feel sliding in and out, all those funny little knobs bumping up and down, tickling all the sensitive spots in her pussy?

She was so close… so very close! Joyce threw her head back, the cords and veins sticking out from her neck. Joyce was jerking and twisting like the bitch she was, her hair splashing over her shoulders and face while her ass danced on the bed. Flames of incredible delight licked along her inner thighs.

"Oh God!" Joyce wondered if the neighbors heard her as she cried and squealed. "Ohhhh No, no, NO!"

Her body was responding fast to the sloppy friction against her bubbly cuntal slit. Thank God Rex knew when his biting became dangerous. He liked to hold her cuntal mound between his powerful jaws and shake it gently. Joyce held her breath at times like those, clawing at the animal, raising her ass off the bed.

Her hair splashed across her face as she tossed under the growling animal's mouth. Rex pawed at her thighs as if he wanted more, as if he wanted to bury his maw in her pussy all the way.

"Ohhhh…"

The dog was licking her everywhere now. He was whining through his nose, slopping his tongue over her tits, her belly, her face, her snatch. That tongue! It had actually entered her body, forced the swollen cuntmeat wide enough for him to suck out more juice. He rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of cuntal muscles. Joyce felt them convulse and tighten around Rex's snout each time he plunged deep. Oh, it was so like the feeling of being fucked!

Joyce pranced her ass around in circles. Then she bobbed it up and down, sweat breaking out and making her flesh glisten with perspiration. When he raked his tongue across her clit again the woman cried out and hugged his head. She tilted her ass one way and then the other, raising her right leg back as far as she could go, opening new folds and hollows to the hungry animal., Rex dug at her thighs again with both paws, then burrowed his black nose into the seething mass that was her cunt.

"Th… there, Rex, there…"

He was giving it to her, doing it, fucking her with his tongue. If she closed her eyes and thought real hard Joyce could almost pretend a man was fucking her, driving a long rod into her.

Joyce couldn't speak any more. She felt herself teetering on the brink of madness. She was cumming, cumming fast. Though she wanted the animal to slow down, and though she wanted to pull her cunt away, her will power was weakened by that hot spitty friction against her fuckslot. She writhed and grunted with the ecstatic tickle that built to incredible intensity.

It was as if someone had poured burning gasoline on her cunt. She petted his neck, letting out gasping little sobs while she closed her thighs to the animal. Rex whined and nosed around her, trying to rub his doggie cock against her. The woman kept clear of that thing for a while, then let him hunch against her. She felt hot streaks suddenly spurt out. Dogs did it so fast! They didn't seem to want to prolong the act at all. Now he was in the corner licking herself.

Joyce wiped herself off and threw her gown over her shoulders. There was less guilt this time, perhaps even less the next. The next? She wondered about that, thinking she needed a drink of vodka before Debbie came home. Padding downstairs she reached the kitchen, found the bottle and poured. Well, she wouldn't have any more erotic dreams, she thought gulping the clear liquor down.

Now they were all coming true… right in her own bedroom!