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Sarah's Mom's First (Ff, inc, best) by Montblanc

After fucking her dog with the help of her mother,
Sarah was, understandably, a little dazed. The knot in
Horst's cock subsided and he pulled out over her,
walking over to his dish for water. Sarah's mom helped
her to her room, went to the adjacent restroom for a
washcloth and gently wiped the semen that was running
down her thighs and clinging to the lips of Sarah's
inflamed pussy. That was the last thing Sarah
remembered before she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was disoriented, not sure how
she had gotten into bed, where she had been, not even
certain what time of day it was or what day it was at
all. 

Her pussy felt sore, and despite the washrag her
mother had used to clean her up, Sarah still felt
sticky. She remained confused, but then with a rush,
everything came back to her, and her thoughts became
jumbled.

"Oh my god, I screwed a dog! I'm 15, I've never even
screwed a boy. Am I a virgin? Can you get sick from
doing that? Oh god, I am sick. I did it with a dog.
What could be sicker? And then, my mother. Oh shit, my
mother, she helped, she encouraged me. She's probably
done it too. What about my dad? How will I ..."

And within a minute she was crying. She was disgusted
with herself, with what had happened, but she was more
disgusted by the fact that one thought she didn't want
in her head was "I want to do it again." She sobbed,
unsure what to do with herself, with this feeling,
with the thoughts of her mother touching her, and how
it felt to have Horst fucking her. It seemed so good
when she was doing it, but now... how was she supposed
to feel?

Her sobbing slowed as she noticed her mother walking
into the room and sitting down on the foot of her bed.
 She tried to wipe her tears, but she didn't have a
Kleenex, and she knew her nose was probably running
too. Her mother handed her a tissue from her pocket
and waited.

Sarah tried to make some sense. She looked at her
mother, breathed deeply and got out "Mama, I..." before
she collapsed into tears again. Her mother held her,
rocking gently, Sarah's head resting on her mother's
shoulder. It was then Sarah remembered the fact that
she was naked.

"Sssshh, baby, it's ok. You just cry all you want,"
Sarah's mother whispered, but Sarah felt less like
crying now. She was cried out, kind of hollow, and her
curiosity was not running away with her now. She just
needed answers.

"Mama, you've done it too, haven't you?"

Sarah's mom looked her in the eyes. "Sarah, I started
doing this when I was about your age, and I still do
it, and I am not ashamed of it. It's private, yes, but
not shameful. I would have preferred that you not find
out the way you did, but it's done and now I'll help
you with whatever you want to do."

"What if I don't want to do it again? What if it makes
me sick? I'm sick, mama, and you're sick. You FUCK
dog's mama! You're a nasty slut! And you made me do it
too. I HATE YOU!!"

Sarah's mom looked her in the eye and just held onto
her, her hands on Sarah's shoulders as she yelled. She
wanted to slap her daughter, because she had worked
through all these thoughts in her own head a million
times, but she did not, for the same reason. She knew
who she was, and was not ashamed. 

"Sarah. Where was I when you started messing around
with Horst? Was I anywhere near you? Have I in anyway
given you the idea that you should play with him in a
sexual manner? You know I haven't. You know that for
whatever reason, genetic or whatever, you ended up in
a situation of your own devising. And that's ok. I
love you Sarah, I love you as my daughter, for who you
are, and for the things you do and say. This doesn't
change my love for you, Sarah. You're still my
daughter, but you need to know how to handle this. If
you decide you don't want to play with Horst anymore,
that's fine, but don't hate me for things that happen.
It was not in my control."

Sarah was just very glad her mother hadn't slapped
her. Her mother never had slapped her, but Sarah had
also never called her mother a slut and used the word
fuck in front of her. She wasn't over her anger, or
disgust, or her interest in doing it again, but she
wanted to know more.

"Tell me about your first time, Mama."

Sarah's mom, Janice, scooted Sarah over, lied down on
her bed next to her, and began her story.

"I was 14. I was staying at Grandma's place. My
grandma, she died before you were born. She had a
small farm, was getting older, thinking about selling
it because of the work needed. I never knew my
grandpa. My parents decided I'd go spend a month there
to help her out over the summer. I didn't like the
idea, but my parents weren't that concerned about my
opinion, so off I went.

"My grandma worked me hard, but it wasn't long hours.
Most of the time we got up early, did a lot of work,
mainly feeding chickens, from what I remember, did
some cleaning, and cooking ate dinner and by 1 or 2
she was ready for a nap and I'd go read in the room I
was in.

"At that age, I seemed to be horny all the time (Sarah
laughed lightly to herself at the thought of her mama
being as horny as she herself had been lately) and
often when grandma would lay down, I'd go to my room
and play with myself.

"Mama! You did?" Sarah interrupted, surprised at her
mother's frankness.

"Yes, we may not have talked about it much back then,
but I think most girls did it, they just didn't let
people know, which is what scared me the first time
Duke walked in.

Sarah looked at her mother, puzzled "Who's Duke?"

Janice resumed her tale.

"I was in my room, having my afternoon fun, when
suddenly the door opened. I yelped, through the sheets
over my naked body, and mentally tried to prepare an
excuse as I turned, expecting to see my grandma
staring at me in disbelief. 

Instead, I saw Duke, grandma's black lab, peeking up
over the bed. He was a large dog, and the house was
old so he might have had the strength to push the door
open, or I might have left it a little open, I don't
know, but I was so relieved, I reached over to pat his
head. Before I could touch his head, Duke sniffed my
fingers and began licking them like I had gravy on my
fingers, which I guess I did, only it was mine, not
something from the table.

"At first, I thought it was sort of gross, but he
really cleaned me off, and his tongue felt good on my
fingers. I was still really kind of turned on, since I
hadn't finished what I was doing when he walked in.

"So, I got up, walked to the door, and tried to hustle
Duke out the door. After all, I figured I had maybe 20
minutes left before grandma's nap would be over, and I
still wanted to finish. 

"Duke didn't budge. He stared at me, licked his chops
and sat his rear end on the floor next to my bed.

"I just closed the door. I didn't have anything sexual
in mind. I was just not too worried about Duke. I
needed to ...take care of myself.

"I got back on the bed, spread my legs and went back
to work. It was a little weird at first, fingering
myself while the dog sat there, his head leaning on
the edge of the bed, his brown eyes staring intently
at me while I stroked myself, but I closed my eyes and
didn't think much about him. It took me little time to
finish. I wasn't interested in taking time, of course.
Playing with myself had become something to get in
during nap time or late at night. I enjoyed it,
certainly, but it was almost like peeing. I had to do
it and I wanted to get through it quickly.

"When I came, I sort of relaxed and my hand dropped to
my side, where Duke began licking it again. It sort of
tickled now. Then I got up and noticed Duke. He must
have been more interested than I thought.

"His penis was sticking out, red and sticky looking.
He whined a little as I withdrew my hand. It seemed
odd, this thing sticking out there. It also seemed
unfair. He looked like he was in pain.

"I told him I was sorry about his thingee, but it
didn't seem enough. It seemed like he definitely
wanted me to do something about it. I was also a
little curious. I had seen him excited like that
before, but never had the chance to stare. I usually
had to feign disinterest. But now I was looking at it,
and in a minute, I was down on the floor, touching it.

"It was so warm and alive and he gave this deep moan
when I touched it. It wasn't as sticky as it looked,
but it was a little wet, stuff sort of dripping out of
the head.

"I sat down cross legged on the floor, my back against
the side of the bed, and began to stroke it. I had no
idea what I was doing, but I could tell Duke liked it.
He was thrusting his hips. I had both hands around the
base, but then the knot was sort of in the way, so I
did what I could, one hand below it and one above it,
stroking.

"It didn't take him long and he was really going. You
would have thought he had an invisible bitch beneath
him, the way he was thrusting. I was almost underneath
him now, trying to get the right angle, and it was a
little uncomfortable, but it was also.. very fun. I
was helping him feel better. And in a minute he did
feel better, much better.

"I know now that it wasn't really a lot of semen. He
did manage to get it all over me though, on my thighs,
my hands, my arms, even my chest. It was hot and it
seemed to be everywhere, and it made me cum too. Or
almost. I touched my pussy then, slid a finger inside,
and with the stimulation from playing before, and then
jacking off this dog, and the view of his semen all
over me, I came immediately.

"It was the fastest, strongest orgasm I had up to that
point in my life. It was amazing. I was shaking from
it, and felt like an old sock I was so limp. Until
Duke started licking my face, I wasn't even sure where
I was. It wasn't the last time he licked me that
summer, but now you know how we got started.

Sarah stared at her mother, astounded, and less
ashamed, but most of all aroused. She was naked, had
just listened to her mother talking about rubbing off
a dog, and she knew that since about half way through
the story, she had been playing with herself. She
didn't care. 

Janice looked at Sarah's face, and then down to
Sarah's crotch where her hands were stroking her
chafed crotch. She reached up and brushed a few hairs
back from Sarah's face and smiled. She was glad her
husband was gone for the day.





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