by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story Code: F/Dog, Beast

I was still coming down from my exciting pedicure, legs splayed, toes in the water, still panting, lying against the chair, towel on the floor, completely naked, watching doggie at his water bowl, lapping up water with the tongue that had given me so much pleasure, my ears ringing and then OMG! The front door opened: it was Mum arriving home early, me springing into the grand cover-up, towel to waist, sitting upright on my stool. "Hi," she said.

"Hi, Mum. You're home early!"

"You're red faced!" she said, then "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing Mum," I lied, "just doing my toes for the dance tonight."

Mum was sniffing in the kitchen as though there was announcement about doggie and me in the air and she looked at me and smiled. I was still breathing a little hard and I was so embarrassed about the unexpected arrival of my mum. Mt mother was really, slender with nice boobs; I hoped that mine would be as nice as hers as soon as possible. She always brushed her hair and made it shine and she was what guys called 'a looker' which is what my boyfriend said every time. "Hi!" he would say, "You're really pretty and your Mum's 'a looker,' too." which always made me warm. I was proud of my mum and wanted to be like her.

"Come and give me a hug," she said.

I got up from my stool, holding my towel which basically covered only my top half, I walked over showing my bare bottom and fanny and gave her a hug.

"What's the wet patch on your leg?" she asked, hugging me tightly.

"Nothing, Mum, I just had a bath and was doing my feet."

But she looked in my eyes and saw me blush again and I went totally red all over, at her question. Mum was saying, "I know all about baths and pedicures and how doggies like those things and do things that are naughty and fun and make you wet on your legs. You should be honest and tell me what I'm sure I already know!"

I looked over at doggie still at his bowl and Mum said: "Sit down and tell me all about your morning. You're growing up to be a very pretty girl and we girls need to be honest with each other, like totally honest, about everything, you know."

So we sat at the kitchen table and I waited for her to say something and was very nervous about the morning. Why did she have to come home like this before I'd cleaned up and gotten dressed, before my body had even calmed down?

The thing about pedicures and doggies is that doggies don't know the difference between right and wrong, know nothing about privacy, secrets, naughtiness and good manners and certainly nothing about Mum's and that my Mum was right there in the kitchen, me in my towel, bare and still dripping wet, on the edge of the chair and her across from me smiling and wasn't it doggie who broke the icy silence just then. I was thinking hard, please don't come over here, doggie; stay at your water bowl, lie down and have a nap and do not trot over to me while I'm still wet and slick and so full of that scent that I think even Mum noticed.

Mum said: "I like that boy you're seeing; are you going with him to the dance tonight?"

I nodded my head and she continued: "When I was your age and went dancing with someone I liked there was more to the dance than just dancing, there was also the after-the-dance part which was even more fun."

I said: "He says you're 'a looker' mum, he likes you too."

"Are you enjoying the after-the-dance part, too?" she asked, not letting me change the subject and my face got red again, I bowed my head.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's natural to do those things and feel that way," mum said and just then it all got worse: doggie was under the table pawing at my towel and at my legs which were together and he was getting nosey and pushing his nose between my knees and getting frantic and I said, "Down doggie. Down!"

He didn't know those words, he only knew he wanted my honey on his tongue again and didn't care about Mum sitting across from me with a knowing smile as she said, "Good doggie. He is all excited and really likes you. Am I supposed to guess what he wants or are you going to tell me?"

"Mum!" was all I could say.

Then I couldn't believe it, she said, "I think we should talk about things and be honest with each other and I'm not stupid. Doggies tell no lies and I know what he wants and probably what you want and I also know what you'd do if I wasn't sitting here. I could see it in your face and on your fanny when I got home. It's happened to me, too. He wants to lick your cunt so why not let him. Don't tease the poor animal"

"Mum!" I mumbled, "Really?"

It was her turn to nod and her cheeks were red and she said: "Don't frustrate the poor dumb animal, he's just being open, honest and natural, he's turned on and he's turning you on, I can tell. He's a turn-on machine for me, too."

Mum couldn't see my legs under the table but she could hear doggie scratching on the floor and then whining: "It's okay," she said, Really! Let him lick you like he did before I came home. He wants a little more taste. I'll bet it's a sweet taste, too."

I looked at her. I couldn't believe it so I parted my knees and said "Okay Mum. He did get at me this morning. He wouldn't leave me alone and I finally let him and..." she just smiled at me and doggie's paws were up on my chair and nosing around and I was terribly embarrassed but really wet and I looked in mum's eyes as doggie started licking my cunt again making me scoot down for him, starting to come again on his tongue.

I looked up at mum and her eyes were watching my squirms and reactions and her eyes were glazing over, her hands were under the table and moving and I knew what she was doing. I heard her dress lift up and her shoes moving on the floor and I knew she spread her legs open, girls don't have to see everything, they know about things, her movements left me in no doubt, her deep breathing, shoulders lifting, "Go ahead," she said, "Let him lick you first and then it's my turn."

I couldn't believe my ears but his tongue was in me again and it was a hot scene, I felt closer to my mum because of our sharing of the truth. A girl's body tells them things like the 'Joy of Tongues' even doggie tongues; the 'Joy of Orgasm' and that's where I was in the kitchen with mum at that moment while she was waiting her turn! And doggie's hob wasn't through after he had me panting again.

"Come on doggie. It's my turn," mum said and I could hear her lifting his paws and then the sound of him lapping between her legs and it didn't take long for Mum to begin talking, almost like I wasn't there, talking to herself and doggie as I watched her and listened: "I like to hold his ears and focus his tongue on just, 'Oh yes!' Just the right place, that's it, there, and he's so good on my cunt he makes my cunt wet and makes me, 'Oh!' cum on the tip of his hot tongue. You dirty dog you, you gorgeous dirty dog 'Oh!' Mmmm"

Mum was squirming on her chair and I watched her face: eyes closed, her face was hot and her tongue just poking between her lips like she tasted something sweet. I felt so close to her, coming with her, listening to doggie which let out a tiny whine and Mum slumped down on the chair letting out a deep sigh and her own little kind of whining sound. It was very quiet in our kitchen, just doggie trotting on the floor to his water bowl. I think we had worn him out and he sat down and started licking his red doggie dick. It was dripping. Mum and I were both dripping, too, and smiling in our kitchen which seemed very warm just then. But doggie dick? That is yet another story for another time; before another dance and I was hoping it would be soon. I changed my mind, I was glad Mum had come home early now. I gave her a big hug as we stood together a long time just hugging, there in the kitchen, finally both of us calming down.

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