Mother's animal lover

CHAPTER FOUR

At twelve forty-five, Stella Burnside quietly let herself into the apartment she shared with her daughter, but she was totally unprepared for what she saw in the living room. She noticed at once that all the lights were on, and the quiet conversational tones of a late-night talk show were audible coming from the television set. At first, Stella thought that perhaps Jackie was just up watching TV, but one glance into the living room told her otherwise.

Her beautiful, innocent blonde daughter was stretched out nakedly on the crumpled satin sheets of her single bed, her sleeping face settled peacefully in a calm, satisfied expression. Beside her, his huge, hairy head resting on the soft mounds of the girl's buttocks, lay Kaiser, the strapping German Shepherd guard dog!

As soon as he heard Stella's light footsteps, the big loving dog raised his head suspiciously, but recognizing the scent and rhythm of his older mistress's step he settled back down into his fleshy pillow. His nostrils flared unconsciously with the renewed wafts of Jackie's musky sweet sex-smell, and he shifted slightly on the day-bed.

"Mmmmph… Kaiser, what…?" the girl mumbled, opening her eyes to the dog's subtle stirrings. And then she heard her mother. "Oh, no!" she shrieked aloud, her hand flying up to her mouth as she sat up instantly.

"Are you awake, dear?" Stella asked pointlessly, from the doorway to the living room. "How was your evening?"

"Mother!" was all the distraught young girl could say. She sat up hurriedly, pulling the pink satin quilt up to inadequately cover her nakedness, and Kaiser acquiescingly leaped down off the bed to go and nuzzle Stella's nylon-stocking-clad leg.

"Yes, Jackie… I didn't expect to find you up…" the raven-haired woman replied. Her mature, feminine imagination was mulling amusedly over the possibilities of the awkward situation her lovely teenaged daughter was in. When she had first bought the dog, Stella remembered, she had noticed Kaiser's peculiar fascination with human females, and she even recalled having been suspicious that he might try to do something with Jackie. She had discarded the titillating idea then, of course, but now…

I wonder… I just wonder, Stella thought, hiding a smile. Jackie was naked, there was no question about that. And Kaiser had been lying across her bare, firmly rounded ass-cheeks, with a satisfied expression on his dog-face. The bedclothes were rumpled, and the air was heady, as if… as if something was going on in here! Look at the way Jackie's clothes are strewn all over the floor! It was totally unlike anything Stella's prim and proper daughter had ever done before.

The black-haired woman looked inquiringly into her blonde daughter's embarrassed face. She said nothing, and it was Jackie who finally spoke.

"I… I guess I fell asleep watching TV, Mother," she explained illogically, "Kaiser was just… just resting with me, I guess… Oh, Mother, I don't know what to say!"

"You don't have to say anything, dear," the older woman said kindly. "In fact, I'm actually pleased…" She didn't say or hint what she was pleased about, or even whether she knew what Jackie had done a few hours ago, but she sat down on the girl's bed, a speculative expression on her sly, almost conniving features. "You see, I had something planned for tomorrow, and I was wondering…" The mother paused and looked around the strewn little living room. "If you would be able to help me…"

Jackie looked suspiciously into her mother's deliberately blank face. Self-consciously, she wrapped her shiny pink quilt around her naked young body, sitting up straight to hear what Stella had to say. "Help you?" she inquired finally. "How, Mother?"

"Well, do you remember what I told you about paying for Kaiser on time – once a week?" The blonde girl nodded. "The first payment is tomorrow, but I'll be at work. So, could you cash my paycheck for me at the bank, and then pay Matt when he comes over?"

"Matt?" Jackie repeated. In her mind, she already sensed that this was going to be another one of her mother's little "Meet-a-man" schemes. But this time it will be different, the teenager thought smugly. Let Mother introduce me to whoever she wants to… I've got Kaiser, now!

"Matt Fields is the dog breeder I told you about, honey," the older woman replied dreamily, her pleasantly filled vagina palpitating at the recent encounter with Matt in the lounge of the Double-X Theater.

"Oh, yeah," Jackie said expressionlessly. "Okay, I'll pay him… but… but I won't try to look like the Queen of Sheba for him…"

"Jackie! Have I ever…?" Stella exclaimed with exaggerated innocence. But her expression softened when she belatedly caught the tone of indifference in her daughter's voice. Something really has happened here tonight! the mother told herself. And it just might be… Good Lord, my own little Jacqueline!

"Oh, fuck, man, will you just come on!" Matt Fields shouted to his roommate, Greg. "I can guarantee this broad's daughter is not going to be a dog. Christ, if you only saw the way Stella was built, you wouldn't even be arguing!"

Tall, blond-haired Greg Sullivan emerged from his bedroom in an embroidered western-style shirt and dark brown brushed denim pants. "Look, Matt, I'm not trying to screw anything up for you, but why should I give up a date that's a sure thing, for some half-assed chance to make a chick you haven't even seen yet?"

"Jesus, man, man, I'm telling you, this chick's mother is fucking built. Tits like watermelons, man, and the firmest little ass…" Matt made an obscene shape in the air with his fingers, and Greg smiled indulgently.

"Yeah, okay, I believe you… But hell, I thought all you had to do was go over there and pick up the money…"

Matt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He reached into the money section and pulled out a folded over envelope. "That's what I thought, too, Greg," he said, opening the envelope. "But just as I was leaving last night, Mrs. Burnside gave me these." He held out three tickets to the Double-X Theater, specially stamped and dated for this evening's premiere showing of a new film from Argentina, that promised to be the hottest attraction since "Deep Throat".

Greg reached over and took the tickets, nodding to himself. "Three tickets, huhh? You're right, it does look like she was expecting you to bring somebody along for her daughter… And this lady works at that theater? Shit, some guys have all the luck!" He handed the tickets back to his friend, speculating aloud, "Well, at least it means that the daughter is eighteen, so we couldn't get sent up for statutory…"

"Then you'll come?" Matt interpreted his roommate's change of attitude excitedly. "I swear to God, Greg, if the daughter's a dog, I'll let you have a go at old Stella, and I promise you won't be sorry!"

Greg got up and smiled. "I guess that's all a guy could ask for, Matt," he said. He flicked on the TV to watch the end of an old movie while the young dog breeder got ready for what was likely to turn into the most exciting evening either of them had ever spent. It was just getting dark on the late summer's evening when the friend's climbed into Matt's Mustang and headed toward the outskirts of town where the Burnside's apartment was supposed to be.

"I swear, Greg, this chick has got to be good!" was the last thing Matt said to his companion as they mounted the stairs that led to Mrs. Stella Burnside's door.