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Bitch Mom
By: Phil Phantom
Http://PhilPhantom.Com
A tornado blew into town and uncovered a bitch, and she was the last person
anyone would suspect of being a bitch. Jill Freeman had local celebrity
status on looks alone. Not everyone knew her by name, but everyone knew the
babe who served as Big Jim Talbert's personal secretary. Tornadoes do very
strange things. Oddly, the home of the bitch was untouched. The residence
that held the incriminating photos, Talbert's place, was a shambles. Photos
blew all over the county. They were most revealing photos of bestiality in
living color with close-ups and face shots of a mother of three having
herself a bestial ball.
No one knew for sure which house the photos came from, but they had a pretty
good idea. After the initial disaster recovery, after those pictures were
copied and recopied, passed around and posted, the local newspaper turned
its attention to the intimate items uncovered by the "Big Blow." They never
mentioned her by name, but everyone knew who "that woman" was. Jim's name
never came up, but then he owned the newspaper. He owned the paper, the
bowling alley, both movie theaters, every bar, and the feed and seed store.
He lost a home, one theater, and the roof off the bowling alley.
Although many uptight and up-right citizens wanted the bitch thrown into the
pound, "that woman" could not be charged with anything. There were no laws
to address bestiality, and the pictures were part of a private collection.
Those who made copies and distributed were guilty of crimes, but Jill
Freeman could not be charged with being a bitch, or public indecency, or
unfit-motherhood. That didn't stop her husband, Jack, from kicking her out
with their dog and their son, keeping the house and the two daughters to
himself. Many applauded this move. Jill's parents were in that group.
Others thought it a shame to toss out a perfectly good bitch just because
she screwed a few pooches. Jack's parents were in that group. Most were
simply amused by the whole thing and thought it was funnier than hell. Jill
jokes became the rage:
The "Big Blow" blew the covers off the bitch.
The bitch didn't come out of the closet; the closet came off the bitch.
Nothing but the finest for our dogs; They eat steak and Jill.
What do you get when you cross Jill with a Doberman - a pissed-off Jack.
And Jim's personal favorite:
Jack and Jill went up the hill to see what was the matter.
A whirling wind in the Southwest sky made an awful clatter.
A powerful gust threw up Jill's skirt, showing paw prints on her ass.
Jack got pissed, tossed out the bitch, but kept the sexy daughters.
Jill was a candidate for suicide. Her life and reputation was in shambles.
She had her thirteen-year-old son, a dumb mutt with confused mating habits,
a car that barely got her to work and back, a will to live, and that was all
she had. She had the will to get far away and start over as soon as
possible. Thankfully, she still had a job and only had to fuck the owner,
his friends, and a few dogs to hang onto it. That job was her ticket out of
Hell, though it was also her ticket into it.
No one wanted out of Hell more than Bobby. He still had to attend public
school with his mother's infamy blown all over the place. He was a
son-of-a-bitch, literally. Kids are cruel, and the cruelest kept reminding
him that he emerged from pussy that dogs fuck. If that weren't enough, they'
d show a picture of the laughing or smiling bitch with a pussy full of
canine cock. One would expect he'd get numb to it, but with over
three-hundred different pictures of her in various sex acts with fifteen
different dogs floating about, each day brought something new. Kids were
starting collections, comparing, and trading Jill-bitch pics like trading
cards.
With a body like a California life guard, Jill Freeman would have been a
popular nude subject without the mutts. With them, Jill Freeman mutt-fuck
pics were something to fight for, steal, barter, something every growing boy
simply had to have for his jackoff box. Bobby had some. Jill found them one
day. Her heart sank as she sank to his bed. The nightmare never ends. She
knew he saw some of the photos. Everyone saw some. She didn't think he'd try
to hoard any, certainly not a bunch.
He had a bunch, mostly black and white Xerox copies of eight by ten color
prints. Roughly one third were color prints though most of those were color
copies made from color prints. They were good color copies, the kind
produced on Jim's new color laser copier.
Jill thumbed through them and saw that he had them in clipped or rubber
banded bundles, grouped by dog type. All the Spaniel ones were together, as
were the Boxer, the Shepard, the Dalmatian, etc.. The largest bundle was of
their very own Mocha Labrador, Mister Fudge. The bundles were sub-divided
with clips by sex act - anal, vaginal, oral - only his labels were cunt
jobs, butt jobs, and blow jobs. The oral sex pics were further divided into
oral sex the dog did on her (lap jobs), and oral sex she gave the dog (suck
jobs). Jill was impressed. This was the only thing Bobby every organized and
kept straight, neat, and put away.
She looked to Fudge who followed her everywhere she went in the small
one-bedroom apartment they now called home. Seated on the sofa/bed with the
shoe box in her lap, she said, "This answers my question. He does look at
the pictures. By the looks of some of these, he does a lot more than look.
My boy isn't a boy, anymore, Fudge. My little boy could make me a
grandma....What am I saying - he could make me a mommy. I think there are
two males I had best not bend over in front of in this apartment, huh boy?"
Fudge tilted his head as though that helped him understand what she just
said. His head tilts always tickled her. As always she gave his head a pat.
That brought on a familiar look - "Wanna fuck!" It had been two weeks since
they had - two weeks since the "Big Blow." He never made the connection. He
thought it was the new digs that ended her long spell in heat.
Jill knew the look quite well. She said, "There will be no more of that,
Mister Fudge. Despite evidence to the contrary, I am not your bitch, or any
dog's bitch. I am just a dumb bitch who can't hold her liqueur...unless he's
wearing a collar. Hey, I made a Jill-bitch joke, Fudge...Get it...liqueur,
licker...[his head tilted] I guess you can't spell, either. Poor thing. You
don't understand any of this crap, do you? Momma used to be so friendly,
didn't she?"
"Wanna fuck!"
"No, I do not want to fuck. You may not be able to understand me, but I
understand you perfectly well. You say more with your eyes than any man I
ever met. You also beg for pussy and I find that unbecoming in a mate, so
stop doing that, please, especially when I walk you. It's bad enough that
everyone knows I'm walking my mate. You don't need to be getting an erection
and sticking your nose up my skirt every five seconds. You're supposed to
sniff hydrants and fence posts, not my crotch."
Fudge tilted his head. Jill ran her hand over his head, gave his ear a
scratching, and said, "Had I not taken you with us into this apartment
complex, Jack would have had you destroyed as an act to save face. We're in
this low-rent flea bag because of you, and everyone - including Bobby,
evidently - thinks I saved you because you're my lover. You're not helping
matters, Romeo. I'm sure Bobby thinks we get it on every time he steps out.
No doubt, he thinks we're getting it on right now. As he left, I got that
look again. He has the second most expressive eyes. At least, now, I know
why. Who could look at these pictures and think otherwise? One would think I
beg you, nose your crotch, and lick your genitals trying to get you to fuck
me."
Fudge had another hardon. He sensed arousal and began nosing under the box.
Jill set the box aside and said, "See what I mean. You have to stop treating
me like your bitch, Fudge. You're going to have to change back into a
regular dog if you're going to move away with me and Bobby. I'm not going
through this shit again someplace else. Fudge, please don't lick my pussy
while I'm trying to reason with you. I am not taking my panties off, so
forget it. Fudge...stop doing that...please. You horny fucker! Don't you
dare try to worm your tongue in under the leg band. Fudge...FUDGE!...DAMN
YOU....stop...oh, you nasty doggie...you bad bad dog...ughhh...ummmm
fuuuuuudge..."
Jill fell back on the hide-a-bed sofa that was Bobby's bed and where the
shoe box was found caught in the mechanical workings. She found the box
because the bed wouldn't close. She crumpled part of it trying. No pictures
were damaged, but he would know his stash had been found, so she made the
bed, returned it to sofa form, and left the box out. It was onto this sofa
that Jill reclined allowing her legs to fall open.
Jill knew this day was bound to come when time, opportunity, circumstance,
and resolve all came together and clashed. Under the right circumstance,
Jill knew she'd fuck him again. She had hopes of being able to gradually
wean him off of human pussy the way Jack weaned him onto it. She slowly came
to realize that you can wean them on but not off. Fudge's desire never
waned. If anything, the longer he went without, the more of a nuisance he
became. The normally well-behaved dog was now on the verge of being a rape
mutt. A rape mutt would be impossible to live with. Something had to be
done, so she slipped her panties off and did something.
Fudge knew what that meant. With those damn things out of the way, and his
bitch lying back with open legs, he got up and in position. Jill reached
between their bodies, took hold of his foot-long dong, and guided his thick
love muscle into herself, saying, "All right, you win, but hurry. Bobby may
know we're doing this, but he doesn't need to see us doing it, especially
not on his bed....Oh god, Fudge, I did miss this wonderful dick of yours.
You're the best...Unghh...oh, yes...so good. Fuck me, Fudge. My horny cunt
needed this so badly. Make me be a better bitch. Make me remember how good
this is. Do it so I won't forget. Oh yes, lover, cram the whole thing in. I
need it. I need it all. Oh god how I missed this magnificent cock. Fuck me,
Fudge. Oh, yes, fuck me good! Teach me a lesson I'll never forget."
Bobby heard most of that and saw some through the front door that wouldn't
open past the chain lock. A three-inch gap allowed him enough room to see
his mom in profile, fucking Fudge with her legs in the air. He also saw his
shoe box. He knew he was busted, but she didn't look too upset. Pictures
were great, but seeing it live was fantastic, even though she had clothes
on. They were fucking and she was saying "fuck me" and "cock" and "cunt" and
"screw my bitch pussy, you stud." After two weeks, he still found it hard to
believe that his mom was a bitch, but seeing was believing. Hearing only
made it better.
He watched straight through to their mutual orgasms, then eased the door
shut, figuring that the first thing she'd do once she came to her senses
would be look over to see if the door was still shut. He was right, and only
one second too slow. Jill saw the door ease into its jam. She knew she had a
witness, either Bobby or the landlord, the only two who had a key. Either
prospect was not good. It was a toss-up who. The first to come calling was
the most likely spy.
Jill didn't want it to be this way, but what was done was done. She'd had
two weeks to adjust to the idea of everyone knowing what she was, seeing
every inch of her nude body, and seeing what she did with it. Everyone knew,
but she and Bobby never discussed any of that, living in a world of make
believe that only became harder and harder to keep propped up. The time for
them to face reality was upon them, but knowing that he was a huge
bestiality fan made it easier. He had every reason to find her repulsive,
sick, and degenerate; then again, he was a chip off the old block and the
old block was loving this shit.
You would think Jack and Jim ordered that tornado. The tornado did a lot of
damage to her reputation, but Jack and Jim working late hours over that
copier totally destroyed her. Jill saw pictures that were made from prints
that showed no wind damage. She saw some that had still been in the
undeveloped stage at the time of the "Big Blow." She noticed a few that were
only in Jack's collection. Jill had every reason to believe that every mutt
porno picture ever taken of her had been through the copier and the copies
were still being carried on the wind.
Fudge was done but he was a dog who liked to soak in his bitch after a fuck.
Though he could pull out with a buried knot, he wouldn't try. Jill figured
he had once been hung-up with a dog bitch who wanted to go home too soon
after mating. Being dragged along by the cock hurt him. He never wanted to
feel that again, so he pushed in, held on, and typically soaked for roughly
five minutes. After the knot went away, she could ease him out, but not
until. Knowing there was someone outside that door who might assume it was
all over and safe to knock for entry didn't help her relax.
A minute later, she heard Bobby's distinctive rap. She was actually
relieved. She could tell Bobby to go for a walk, but the landlord would open
the door to the extent of chain and watch, taunting her, maybe taking a few
snap shots. She should have known it was Bobby because the door closed.
Jill called out, "Bobby, I can't come to the door right now. Could you give
me about five or ten minutes? Better make it ten."
Bobby smiled. This was neat, her wanting more time. She was so fucking horny
she couldn't stop and wanted to do it some more. Her asking for time and
telling him that she couldn't come to the door was as good as an open
admission that she was in there fucking Fudge. This was so cool, the first
time she acknowledged what she was doing whenever he went away. This was a
first step on the road to her being open enough to do it in front of him -
now an obsessive fantasy - life with a human bitch, a babe with a bod,
screwing mutts right in front of him - fuckin' "A".
He said, "I can give you all the time you want. I can go hang at the drug
store for a while if you want."
Jill thought, "That little fucker." She said, "A few minutes is all I need.
Just take a slow walk around the complex. By the time you get back, I'll
have the chain off the door."
"Take your time, Mom. Don't rush anything on account of me."
Jill knew he was getting off on the situation. He didn't want to go
anywhere. If the conversation kept up much longer, he wouldn't need to. She
debated ending it abruptly by getting stern, but decided they had to talk,
and after all he heard and saw, pretense was simply foolish. He knew they
were fucking and figured they always had been. In his mind, this was only
the first time he caught her in the act. Jill knew this would likely not be
the last. She thought, then said, "There's nothing to rush. We're done. I
just can't come to the door just yet."
WE'RE DONE! Bobby was so excited he could hardly contain it, but he forced
cool and calm into his voice, acting like this was no big deal - Mom fucking
the dog on a typical Saturday afternoon - same old shit - no biggy. He said,
"If there is more you'd like to do, you could. I wouldn't mind."
Jill was beginning to find this amusing. She wondered how long they could
talk around the subject without someone using the words dog and fuck in a
sentence. She said, "I appreciate that. You've always been good about giving
me privacy when I need it, but there's no need for more right now. I just
need a couple minutes more."
Bobby had a raging boner as he rubbed his hands together excitedly. He had
to force more cool and calm in his voice to say, "You can have privacy
anytime you want some, Mom. Just tell me and I'll take a walk, or go into
the bathroom till you're done, or just turn round. I wouldn't look."
Jill smiled and said, "Well, I would hate to send you out."
"Then don't."
"I wouldn't, and I'd feel badly about making you wait in the bathroom, but I
'm not sure I could trust you not to peek."
"I swear! I won't peek, and I won't make a peep, and I'd never tell a soul."
"Tell them what? If you don't peek, you shouldn't know what not to tell."
"I wouldn't. That's how you'll know. You can even blindfold me."
Fudge was now soft enough to ease out, so Jill eased him out. She had a mess
to clean and a cushion to wipe down and flip over. She did those things
while continuing a bizarre conversation with her son, which by the time she
was set to unchain the door had dog sex out in the open without anyone
mentioning the words dog or fuck in a sentence. Bobby made certain they were
discussing bestiality and the need to respect a bitch's privacy, though the
word bitch never came up either.
Considering the conversation they needed to have, this was all a good ice
breaker. Considering what he saw and heard, nothing they said afterward came
close to being obscene or revealing.
Jill checked her appearance before letting him in. She checked for semen on
her legs and slobber on her face and neck. She had numerous wet spots on her
blouse, and the back of her skirt had a big wet spot. She had been sitting
on her skirt, so her skirt spared the couch from direct contact with
mutt-fuck. Only moisture seeped through. She should have changed into
something she hadn't fucked a dog in, but figured, "What the hell. It's not
like he doesn't know."
She should have done something with the panties she took off or put a dry
pair on, but she didn't spot them and forgot she wasn't wearing any. That
was never a good idea around Fudge who loved licking bare pussy even after
having had sex - especially after sex. A bare pussy was an invitation to
lick, like a mom handing a frosting bowl to a child. He could lick for hours
and never tire. Jill could tolerate that for thirty minutes, like it for
twenty, and love it for ten, but after thirty minutes, panties were a must.
As soon as she unlatched the chain, Fudge let her know she forgot about the
panties.
He had his head up her skirt from in back as Bobby stepped in. Fudge had his
tongue up her twat as Bobby checked out that rear action, getting a good
shot of leg clear up to the base of her ass. He couldn't see that she had no
panties on, and couldn't see any actual licking, but she was getting licked
good. He could tell that.
Jill made her usual disengagement efforts which works fairly well when she
has panties on, but are worthless with bare pussy at the top of her legs.
Twisting, turning, pushing, nothing helped. He was too strong and determined
to be easily dissuaded. She finally stopped fighting it and tried instead to
get Bobby's attention off of that nasty action by cupping him under the chin
and lifting. She said, "We need to talk. I think you know what about."
His expression said he did. She had to hold his chin to keep him from
looking down, and she had to try to take her mind off of a fantastic deep
licking, but she managed both, saying, "I found the pictures, Bobby."
"I want to gather up all I can to get them out of circulation."
"Good answer, Bobby, but I'm not buying. Had you destroyed them, yes, but
not when you organize them and hide them."
He blushed. Guilty as charged. She patted his head and said, "They are your
property. There is no need to hide them. I understand, but there is
something you don't understand. There is something you need to understand.
You need to know the truth, Bobby. The pictures don't tell the truth. Those
were never my idea, and I fought that throughout my marriage to your father.
Bestiality is his thing. He dragged me into it kicking and screaming, and
when this blew up, when it all got out, he left me holding the bag."
He was trying to look down. Jill said, "No you don't understand, but I can't
blame you. The pictures tell a different story, but they were taken to
incriminate me. I have no recall of most of those pictures. I was either
drunk or drugged...[he wasn't buying]...okay, not always. I eventually gave
in and let them have their way with me, posing for their shots and smiling,
but I had to because of blackmail and I hated it...[he still wasn't
buying]...okay, I didn't hate all of it. I did get warped, eventually. The
point is...God damnit, Fudge. Give it a rest!"
He wouldn't, and Bobby was now free to look, and he saw enough bare ass to
know she had no panties on. Jill gave up the fight to preserve her modesty
and protect her pussy. She thought sitting on it might be a better strategy,
so she took Bobby by the hand, moved to the sofa, and sat, pulling Bobby
down beside her. Fudge, went at her from the front, but she expected that.
To keep his frontal assault from exposing her pussy, she pulled her skirt
over his head when she should have tucked the skirt between her legs. She
should have gone directly into her bedroom and put on panties and shorts -
not the loose kind, the tight kind. Jeans would be even better. Plopping
down in a short skirt with a bare pussy was asking for it. She didn't even
stop to consider why she might be asking for it.
Bobby couldn't have been happier. This was great. Sure, he couldn't actually
see the tongue at work in her pussy, but he had seen plenty of that in
pictures, with Fudge even. He knew what that looked like with her legs out
in the splits and his tongue way up her fuck hole. He had seen dogs lick her
shaved bald snatch in every way there was. He knew her pussy like he knew
his jackoff hand. He knew every fold and wrinkle, every tiny freckle.
Sitting right beside her while her snatch got a good licking was super neat.
Actually seeing it would be icing on the cake.
Within thirty seconds, Jill felt the same way and knew why she plopped down
without panties on. She had a big fan beside her, one who knew her crotch
like the back of his jackoff hand. He didn't want to hear the truth. He
wanted to hear what a slut she was for the mutts. Jill knew her skirt wouldn
't stay over Fudge's head for long and resolved to leave it alone from then
on.
At first, Jill sat with her legs clamped, but she gradually relaxed and
settled back, apparently falling under the spell of a long tongue lashing.
When it was clear she was under that spell, Bobby said, "Boy, he sure loves
licking you there, huh?"
The skirt was now bunched on the bridge of Fudge's muzzle. Bobby sat forward
so he was seeing the tongue doing it's thing in the gash as Jill said, "Yes.
I find it best to let him have his fill. Maybe then he'll leave me alone and
we can discuss what we need to discuss."
"I don't think he'll ever get his fill."
Bobby was right, but she didn't tell him that. She said, "Bobby, I want you
to know the truth. I want you to know how this started. I won't try to paint
myself as an angel. I could have stopped this from ever starting, and before
it started, I knew where it would lead. I never imagined a tornado exposing
me, but I did imagine one day being exposed. Your father seemed bent on
doing that, at least exposing me for you kids. I knew you would all see me
having sex with a dog some day and that you would see every picture. I posed
for pictures knowing you and the girls would see them. I can't say I was
totally innocent or totally led astray. Deep down, a part of me must have
wanted that exposure."
"You sure got exposed. Are you happy?"
"No, not at all. This was not the exposure I had in mind. Having our family
split, having to run from the place where I grew up, losing everything,
being seen as the pervert and unfit mother when the real pervert is your
father...well, thinking about that doesn't go well with letting Fudge get
his fill, so it's best we drop that subject."
Bobby was now seeing a good shot of the dog getting it's fill, so he quickly
said, "Let's drop it."
Jill felt like smiling but held it in. She reached for the hem of the skirt
and moved it up past the mound to expose everything to both of them, saying,
"You've seen it all. I suppose there is no point to preserving my modesty,
is there?"
"No. I have it memorized by now. That sure looks better in person, though.
Why don't you spread your legs real wide so he can get at everything
better."
Jill drew her legs in and laid the knees down. Bobby helped one down. That
presented him with a familiar spread. That wasn't good enough for him
because having her bent leg in his lap forced him back. He squeezed out from
under it, knelt on the floor and laid over the thigh. Much better. Now, they
could see a good twat lapping and Bobby had a view that was as good as Fudge
's. This was the meal Fudge was after and the view Bobby was after. Bobby
said, "Wow, look at him go. You can tell where all the good stuff is - deep
inside. I'll bet that feels weird, huh?"
Jill felt Bobby's right hand pressing down on her left inner thigh. He had
the right thigh pinned flat and had reached under Fudge to flatten the left.
Both hands were right up against her pussy and pulling out, opening her to
the dog's lapping. She pretended not to notice, saying, "Weird? I feel like
a bowl of Alpo."
Since she didn't say anything about his liberties, he lined his fingers
along the lips and made a bowl out of her pussy, saying, "Doesn't that feel
good to a woman?"
"I'm not complaining, so long as he doesn't chew and swallow anything."
"A dog never bites the pussy that feeds it...ooops...sorry."
"Bobby, you don't have to keep calling my pussy an it or a that. If you have
my pussy memorized, you can call it anything you like."
That message set well with him. He studied her private area from several
angles, then said, "Even a cunt?"
Jill half expected this but wasn't sure he had the balls. He once got his
mouth washed out with soap for calling his sister a cunt. He then received a
lengthy lecture about that most disgusting term for the vagina. That term
had symbolic meaning, a sign that things were different, now. She said, "If
you wish."
He smiled big and said, "Will you call it a cunt, too?"
"If you'd like. We'll both call it a cunt from now on."
"Great! Say it again. I wanna hear you say something with cunt in it."
"Okay...panties."
"NO! You know what I mean. Use the word, cunt. You could say, I have a cunt
in my panties, or my dog is licking my cunt. Something like that."
"Now, I understand. Let's see...here we go...ready?"
"Yeah."
"I don't have a vagina or a pussy between my legs. I have a cunt - a big,
fat, juicy cunt. How's that?"
"Super, but I don't think your cunt is big or fat. You got a juicy cunt,
though."
"It is juicy, but Fudge is responsible for most of that juice."
"I know. I saw you fucking. I can say fuck too, can't I?"
"Yes. Any woman who will allow you to call her vagina a cunt will let you
use any words you like. And I know you did. I also know you'll peek, so
there isn't much point in making you look away when we fuck, is there?"
Now, he wore a huge smile as he said, "Nope. Don't worry. I'll never tell
anyone. I'll just watch."
"You could share it with your sisters, and your father will want to know. He
'd get a big charge out of knowing I couldn't resist the mutt and couldn't
hide it from you."
"Probably, but I'm on your side. I won't give him the satisfaction of
knowing."
"You may as well, Bobby. He won; I lost. To the victor go the spoils."
"What are spoils?"
"You're looking at it. Your mother as a bitch. I fought a long hard battle
to keep from becoming a bitch and another to keep this from you kids, but I
lost every battle. He won the war. I think he's a shithead and a coward for
putting us out like he did, but I understand why he did it. He had to act
like he didn't know he married a bitch. He is keeping the girls to protect
them from my perverted influence. At least, that's how it looks. I know
better."
"What do you know better?"
"Your father has wanted those girls since before they entered puberty -
wanted in the Biblical sense."
"What? He wanted them to go to church? Dad?"
"Not hardly. He wants to fuck them, take them to parties and let others fuck
them, take them to special parties and let dogs fuck them. I have always
stood in his way. Now, he can do as he pleases with them and there's not a
fucking thing I can do about it."
"Wow! Talk about spoils - Cindy and Annette. Do you think he's fucking them
both?"
"I know he is. He likes to call me while he's fucking them. He also likes
putting them on the line while he or someone else is fucking them, usually
Jim. I have listened in on about twenty fucks so far."
"Wow! Do they like getting fucked?"
"It sounds like they do. I sure like getting those calls. They make me wish
I were there."
"Does it make you horny?"
"Oh yes."
"Do you play with your cunt?"
"Yes, and I usually cum. That's why they call - to drive me crazy. They love
making me cum."
"They like riving you crazy like Fudge is doing, huh?"
Jill had been gently rubbing her clit, but was now masturbating and nearing
orgasm. She moaned, "Yes, like now." That's when the first wave hit her and
lifted her loins. Bobby tried to hold her down. That made the waves bigger.
The young man was beside himself. First, she admits to masturbating, and
then she does it, right in front of his face. Man, what a day. He thought
she was trying to get up to go in the bedroom or bathroom. He was having
none of that. Jill loved it, now realizing that to him, masturbating was a
bigger deal than having sex with a dog. She never did have that talk with
him. She talked to the girls, but not Bobby. The girls loved the
masturbation talk. That talk eased a great deal of guilt and opened the
golden gates to Orgasm City. Poor Bobby still thought he'd go blind or grow
hair in his palms.
Jill showed him uninhibited female masturbation, up-close and personal.
Afterward, she continued playing with her clit, easy like, fascinating
Bobby. He only had eyes for that action, now. Fudge was licking deep and
energetically to get at the rich spend her orgasm brought down, but that was
nowhere near as neat as watching his mom play with her clit. She looked to
him and said, "God, that was great! I love masturbating, don't you?"
Defensively, he said, "What makes you think I do that?"
"You've got pecker tracks all over those pictures. Somebody jacked off while
looking at them. I also noticed that somebody is a man, now. How long have
you been shooting sperm, Bobby?"
Bobby was red but said, "I don't know - six months."
"An early bloomer. Jackoff regularly and you'll be a big bloomer like your
father. He cums like a horse."
"Dad jacks off?"
"Of course. All guys do. You're supposed to. You have to exercise the
plumbing of love, Bobby. Didn't he explain all that when he showed you how
to masturbate?"
"He never showed me nothing."
Jill struggled up as though she heard something serious and disturbing. She
alarmed Bobby. She said, "He never had the masturbation talk with you?"
"No, never. Ida remembered."
"Shit! Well, someone had to tell you."
"No, no one told me."
"How did you know how to do it right."
"I don't know how to do it right. I just grab my dick and pump on it till it
squirts. What's gonna happen?"
"Nothing. You're doing it right. Thank god." And she feel back in relief,
trying not to burst out laughing.
Bobby said, "What woulda happened if I guessed wrong or didn't do it at
all."
"I shudder to think. If you don't do it right, you probably couldn't
ejaculate. If you don't do it at all, the sperm builds and builds and
builds...I don't even want to think about it."
"What...I'd bust?"
"Something would."
"What, my balls?"
"I don't know, but I have to put this dog away."
Jill demonstrated how easily she could control Fudge when she wanted to. She
took him by the collar and led him into her bedroom. She shut him in, then
returned to her seat. Bobby sat facing her with his legs tucked in. He said,
"Suppose I'm not doing it enough."
"Do your balls ever ache?"
"Yeah, they ache right now."
"Better let me have a look. It sounds like a case of blue balls."
Bobby got to his knees, saying, "Blue balls!"
He shucked his pants and underwear. His rigid boner sprang free like a
strung bow, but all he cared about was showing her the balls. Jill made like
a doctor and held his balls gently, looking this way and that, making faces.
Bobby couldn't stand it anymore and cried, "Are they blue?"
"Blue balls is just a term for aching balls, like black and blue. It's
caused by a long term of arousal without relief. Bobby, I would say you have
blue balls."
"What do you do for blue balls?"
"Relieve the pressure."
"You mean, jackoff?"
"I could do it for you if you'd like. I could use my hands or my mouth,
whichever you prefer."
"You'd use your mouth?"
"If you prefer."
"Yeah, I prefer."
"Lean in and hold steady. This usually doesn't take long. Just pretend my
mouth is a cunt or your fist. I'll suck; you fuck. Okay, go ahead."
Bobby held to her head, sank into his mother's mouth, and thought he died
and went to heaven. He never felt anything like that in his life. Her tongue
was all over his dick and the suction was pulling his nuts up. She was
right; he didn't last long. When he blew, he blasted. She sucked and sucked.
When he fell away, he eyed her with awe, wondering what she'd do with all
that dick yuck. She smiled and said as clear as a bell, "How do you feel,
now?"
"Mom! Did you swallow that stuff?"
"Of course. Why, did you want some?"
"NO! [making a yuck face] You swallowed my cum?"
"Son, you are delicious."
Making an incredulous face, he said, "I'm delicious!"
"You have yummy cum...yummy for my tummy."
"Wow! You like it? You really like eating my cum?"
"I'm a girl, Bobby. Yes, I like eating cum. Sperm is good for our skin and
makes our boobs grow big. As you can see, I have eaten a lot of sperm in my
life, but none as delicious as yours."
"Wow! Delicious, huh? I guess you'll be wanting more, then."
"Would you mind?"
"Fuck no. You can have all I can make. I'll cream your coffee. I'll squirt
it on your cereal. Mostly, I'd like you to suck it out of my nuts like you
just did."
"I'd like that, but I was wondering...no, I can't ask that. That's too much
for a mother to ask of a son."
"What...what?"
"Well, do you suppose I could get some for my cunt and my ass, too. Would
you be willing to fuck those holes, too?"
His face lit up like the fourth of July, both hands slapped to his head as
he exclaimed, "WOULD I?" He jumped off the sofa, paced a fast, tight circle,
hopped back beside her on his knees, and held her face, saying, "Mom, that's
all I ever dream about. I don't want to fuck any woman, girl, or anything
except you. You are all I ever think about fucking, and I wanna fuck you in
every hole you've got. I heard some guys talking about getting some on the
side, and I wanted to fuck you there, too."
"This is a pleasant surprise, and to think, all these years I thought you
didn't want any."
Bobby fell back against the arm of the sofa, crying, "Ah, fuck, you mean I
could have been fucking you all along!"
"Sure. I sent out feelers but you showed no interest. You never tried, not
once. I let you look down my tops. I shot you beavers. I even accidentally
on purpose let you catch me naked, several times - nothing, not a feel, not
a playful slap, not a nibble, nothing. Frankly, I was worried that you were
gay. The best looking ones usually are."
Bobby slapped the side of the sofa and cried out, "I am such an idiot. What
a dope. What a moron. I don't deserve to ever get laid...fuck me in the ass
with a big dick and call me queer bait."
"If you'd like. If you are homosexual, I can accept that, Bobby."
He rolled to look her in the face as he said, "Mom, I am not queer. I'm just
stupid."
She smiled and said, "And gullible. I was teasing you, Bobby."
"You...all of that was a tease, wasn't it?"
"Not all. You figure out what was and what wasn't, but I will tell you
this - you are delicious."
He smiled proudly and said, "How delicious?"
"Well, my asshole and my cunt hole are jealous of my mouth hole. If there
were holes on my sides, they'd be jealous, too. Sorry to disappoint you, but
there are none. If there were, you'd have pictures of dogs getting some on
the side."
"That would be something. I have some of you doing three dogs at once - one
in each hole. If you had holes on the sides, you could do five at once."
"I have done five at once."
"How?"
"One in each hole, and one in each hand. Don't you have that picture?"
"No, but if it surfaces, it'll end up in my locker, or a copy will. The guys
sure like to rub it in, but it sure helps my collection. I have one of the
biggest and the best. I just can't tell anyone, or trade with anyone, or
sell any."
"Why not. When life deals lemons, make lemonade."
"I don't have lemons. I have a bunch of fuck pics of my mom doing dogs."
"Right...lemons. Make lemonade."
"I don't get it."
"Stop acting ashamed. Go into business. You have a hot commodity. They have
pics. You have the real thing. For a price, you'll invite friends over to
watch your bitch mom do her thing. For a steep price, bring your dog."
"Wow, you'd do that?"
"What do I have to lose, my pride, and until they pass new laws, they can't
touch me. Jim seems to think he can prevent any new laws. He plans to put me
to work in his clubs doing doggie shows."
"Are you going to do it?"
"Honey, Jim owns my ass and has for over a year. Your father gave me to him
for a bass boat. Most of those pics were taken working his parties. All he's
doing is moving the party into the clubs and expanding the audience."
"That was rotten, giving you up for a dumb boat."
"I thought so at first, and when the wind blew, I figured we'd split as soon
as we could. I'm having second thoughts about that, now. I think I should
honor the contract."
"Why?"
"Well, if I were a good bitch from now on, your father will take me back
after all the dust settles. We can be a family again. It's the only way we
could be. I didn't think I could. Now, I think I can."
"How come?"
"For one, I never thought I could accept him doing to the girls what he did
to me, but I find that it turns me on. I'd like to help. You were my main
hang-up, and it turns out that you are a chip off the old block. I'll leave
it up to you, Bobby. Do we run and start over, or do I stay and honor the
contract your father made. You can set me free or make me a slave to Jim, a
sex slave, a performing human bitch. If you set me free, I'll go straight.
If you return me to Jim, I'll be a good bitch and never run away. You
decide. Whatever you decide, that's what I'll do. Well?"
"Stay here and be a sex slave. I want you to be a good bitch."
"That's what I figured - a chip off the old block. All right, we'll scrap
any plans for bugging out of here. From now on, we make lemonade and we
spend what we make. Would you like to go out to dinner and take in a movie?"
"Yeah. Will you wear something sexy without panties or a bra?"
"You can pick out what I wear. How's that?"
"In that case, you'll wear a band aid and two bottle caps."
"Figures. Pick out something in the way of clothes, and remember the sign:
no shoes, no shirt, no service."
"Okay, flip flops and one of my T-shirts."
"I knew you'd be difficult. I'll pick something out."
* * *
Mother and son began a new life that day, and a sleepy little Midwest burg
will never be the same. The "Big Blow" was nothing compared to the "Big
Show."
The End
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sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
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