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The Dream Team
By: Tiffany
My mom has always been a loser's easy piece of ass. That might explain
the divorce when I was ten. Dad wasn't enough of a loser for her. My
dad was no kind of loser. People think we are rich because my dad is
no kind of loser and every kind of winner. I always thought my mom
was, too. She looks rich, classy and smart. She walks the walk and
talks the talk. She is beautiful, built, elegant, sexy, poised,
charming, graceful, and fucks bums, winos, drifters, dirt bags, dirty
devils, and muddy dogs. She'll fuck anything except the winner she's
supposed to fuck.
I blamed her totally, but she needed me, and a winner didn't. I knew
she suffered from low self-esteem and needed male sexual attention to
feel good; at least, that was what I thought I knew. We talked about
that. Turns out her self-esteem was just fine, no problem. She knew
she was a ten, hands down, end of contest, case closed. She left my
dad because he wasn't good enough for her and she could not be happy
being married beneath her station. She was a solid ten; he was a
flabby six point three. Such a marriage could never work. No self-
esteem problem there.
We spoke openly and honestly about sex and her need for a particular
type of sex - crude, filthy, raunchy sex with variety. She helped me
to understand that it wasn't losers she wanted, but losers are easiest
to get that type of sex from. She could pick up a good loser with
little effort, because she looked like a loser's wet dream, and they
dream of fucking hell out of winner babes. She loves the fucking, but
her passion is to make the sexual dreams of losers come true.
Many such discussions helped me understand her odd passion. By the
time I was twelve, I wanted to understand. By then, I was aware of so
much raunchy sex involving my mother that I had a burning passion of
my own to understand hers. Being in the early stages of puberty gave
me a burning desire to fuck something, but not that way with guys like
she brought home. She fucked guys I wouldn't kiss on a dare, but I
could see how much she did love making their sexual dreams come true.
For many, fucking a mother in front of her young daughter was a dream
come true.
I can't say I never wanted to be a party to that. When your naked Mom
wakes you up and asks if you'd like to watch some dream making, I
don't recall ever being too tired or feeling too put out to get up and
throw something on, usually just a robe. Experience taught me that
when they weren't looking, I could slip me the finger. More experience
taught me that I didn't need to concern myself with what two raunchy
fuckers were seeing. Even more experience taught me to open up the
robe, spread the legs, and treat them to a view of a sexy little girl
masturbating to a raunchy fuck.
I discovered that a sexy little girl could make dreams come true, too.
I liked that. I loved that. I saw what Mom meant, and I loved her for
helping me see, for being patient with me, for allowing me into a very
personal and private part of her life, and making me a most welcome
part of it.
Mom was always so grateful each time I responded to a request to come
out and watch. I didn't have to do anything, just be there taking a
keen interest, which was very easy, since I had a keen interest. I
simply stopped pretending that I didn't. For that, she praised me up
and down the next day. We'd go do something special, something I liked
to do. We'd have a mother/daughter day. That was what I liked to do,
have my mother all to me. I didn't care what we did, and she was so
good about giving me her entire day, no rush, her full attention, on
me. I love that, and I love my beautiful sexy mom so much.
To be praised by her was my greatest joy, better than any orgasm.
Orgasmic euphoria goes away quickly, but the euphoria brought on by
Mom's praise lasted all day and then some. My biggest fear was that
she might offer praise for not masturbating or giving up orgasms. That
would put me in a major bind. I need praise, but I must have my gasms
or be one very cranky bitch. Chicago does not need a euphoric, cranky,
pissed-off, little bitch to go with all the fucking wind that blows so
many drifters in.
She really is a beautiful and very sexy woman, and she is also a
beautiful person. She really did love making sexual dreams come true
for the sexually disadvantaged. She had a soft place in her heart for
the losers, the masturbating masses, the playground flashers, the
obscene callers, the jerk off Johnies who were just horny little boys
in the battered, withered, shriveled bodies of grown men who got a
good bath and shave before getting anything dreamy.
Mom had the perfect setup for meeting and picking these types up. She
does volunteer work in a free clinic that offers medical care to the
indigent homeless. The first order of business is getting them clean
enough for a doctor to want to touch them, and nobody wanted that job.
Mom volunteered. She taught personal hygiene and this was hands-on
teaching. No one cared how she did it, just that she did it. She made
some dreams come true right there in the clinic, but always found
special cases to bring to Barbie's Dream House - blind folded, coming
and going.
Clean-shaven and naked, they only looked half bad. Some looked pretty
damn good. I don't mind telling you, seeing a steady stream of naked
men come through my home was not a fate worse than death.
Helping bathe and shave one was no chore, either. I started doing that
weeks before I was asked to watch the fucking. When I came to
understand her passion, I came to admire her. I liked what she was
doing. Dream making appealed to me. I wanted to be a part of that. I
told her how I felt. She thought it over, then came up with a way.
Sounded great - dream maker's assistant.
A loser came into our home and was made to feel like a king right
away. He didn't have to lift a finger for himself, but I took to this
part of her passion like a girl who enjoys playing make believe. I got
into that role with no problem. I know she warned the men not to touch
me or do anything that might spook me or freak me, and that would
have. They were all so good about playing along. I loved it.
My job was getting them clean - actually clean again. For some, it had
been days or even weeks since meeting the angel of clean and then
getting a clean bill of health that served as a pass to Barbie's Dream
House. I did that all by myself. I stripped them naked and led them by
the dick into the bathroom. That was very difficult to do at first,
but Mom told me that they would love it if I did that, and taking a
man by the dick was a great icebreaker, because I needed to wash
their genitals thoroughly, repeatedly, and keep coming back to
genitals as though I had an obsession with male genitals - as though?
I also had to thoroughly clean out their assholes because she used her
tongue up their butts a great deal. I could see the need to do a good
job on the assholes and their rectums.
The first order of business was a healthy shit while I held the dick.
I had to do the wiping, so she suggested I take an interest in watching
them shit. That would help relax them, since I would be getting so
personal with their most personal place. Made sense, plus she knew
they'd be hard if I took an interest in a shitting asshole. She
advised keeping the dick pumped up, but not too pumped up, especially
during the washing. She figured they'd go off real easy. She figured
right. I've had them go off while wiping their butts without pumping.
I have been blinded, choked, and gagged. Sometimes a mask and snorkel
would have come in handy.
After a good wipe and flush, I have them sit in two inches of warm
water and recline with the legs apart. I soap up the cock and balls,
then get to work on the asshole. Two, three, then four soapy singers
reamed deeply and thoroughly will get an asshole clean enough for a
three-inch tongue. At first, most are tense and nervous, but a cute
little girl's fingers do relax them pretty damn quick. I have never
had one go soft on me.
Mom stands and watches the entire procedure, usually nude and playing
with her pussy, or seated on the toilet shaving her pussy. He can
watch what she's doing or what I'm doing. He can also look me over. I
wear my bikini. I didn't at first, but my job is awfully wet and
sometimes messy. Swimwear was practical, and after I agreed, I needed
a better suit. I got an itty-bitty one that had a top designed for
real titties, so my top kept falling away from my itty-bitty titties.
They liked looking at my itty-bitty titties, which were mostly chest
speed bumps and mostly nipple. The top was so pointless that I agreed
bottoms was all I needed. If they liked looking at girl flesh, I
showed a lot in doing my job. Most wouldn't dare touch, but quite a
few did. Mom always made a eck or tut tut sound that stopped that.
We dealt with men who didn't understand any of this dream stuff but
did not want to piss that woman off. Nothing that good ever treated
them like a king before. The only time they ever saw anything that
good, it had a staple hole in the belly and had been passed through
twenty sticky hands after being salvaged from a dumpster. Add a sexy
young daughter doing what I did, you had perfect gentlemen. By the
time I finished with them, they looked ready for a three-piece
business suit - looked good, smelled good, and you could eat off their
assholes.
Except for waiting on them hand a foot, my job was over. Mom had a
bell. Whatever was needed, she tinkled for, and I brought it. I
remained in my slave girl suit, just the bottoms, nothing else, not
even slippers. I was very into that role, even doing curtsies after
being dismissed.
In doing my duties, I saw bits and pieces of sex, but the action
usually stopped when I entered and resumed after my dismissal. Mom
never presumed to have me stand there and watch, but if the guy made
the request, she would come to me and ask if I would mind. I never
minded, and I never understood why she kept asking. She had to know I
loved watching anything sexual. I thought that was pretty obvious, but
I did appreciate being asked. Everything I did was by permission.
Everything I did was agreed to beforehand, and from then on, that was
the way it was, but watching the sex was different.
I thought it a bit odd that she was like that, but she was very
careful not to involve me in anything I didn't want to be involved in,
and the sex was awfully crude and raunchy between two very clean
people. I suppose I could not be in the mood, but I was never not in
the mood. I didn't see all that much that way as I usually turned in
an hour or so after my primary job was done. The guys usually arrived
with Mom around eight in the evening and stayed until morning and
breakfast with Mom out at his favorite eatery - an angel's treat. I
turned in at my usual bedtime of ten.
If I wasn't needed to make the dream better, I slept the night through
and the guy was usually gone by the time I got up. If I was needed, I
might be up all night, too. That was a big imposition, but we did our
dream thing mostly on Friday and Saturday nights. She set dates during
the week. I could see asking when I had to have my sleep disturbed,
especially on a school night. That did make sense, but more and more,
the requests came after I went to bed. I do believe that was because I
just threw a shorty robe on with nothing on under it.
The first time I did that, they noticed me stroking my pussy, which I
could not do while wearing my bikini bottoms without being very
obvious. I simply could not slip a hand inside my suit and do it.
Somehow, the robe made that much easier. It was never easy, but at
least I could get some stroking in, and my pussy needed that badly.
Having to just stand there in bikini bottoms and bear an achy, itchy,
burning pussy was a torture. At least with the robe, I could scratch
that itch when it got too bad. If I got busted doing it, I didn't feel
that filthy, just busted.
She must have seen the advantage of waiting, because after seeing a
few of my robe watches, they always waited. If awakened, I grabbed a
robe and that's all. I didn't make the connection right away, because
it didn't dawn on me that they wanted me to masturbate and show pussy.
They didn't see pussy. They just saw where my hand was and knew what
it was doing in there. That was getting busted. They knew I was
playing with my pussy. For a young girl, that is embarrassing, more
embarrassing than showing pussy. I would find showing pussy much
easier.
I was all set to be asked to lose the bottoms long before I was ever
asked to stay and watch, but that request didn't come until I was
showing pussy on my own. I would have loved being a nude slave girl,
but that would have made standing and watching raunchy sex difficult.
I have a pussy that gets very obviously excited. I have a very visual
pussy with hardly any hair. What I have is fine and light. My fat lips
get all puffed up and my red guts belch out, all slimy and gooey. I
have a nasty looking cunt is what I have, an embarrassing cunt,
especially when it sees something nasty going on. It's like everything
wants to come out and see. I find my nipples getting hard
embarrassing. My cunt would put me to shame.
Maybe Mom knew to leave the bottoms on if she wanted me to watch. She
had never seen my excited cunt, just plain ole pussy. When I'm not
excited, it is just a plain ole pussy, just a crack, no big deal, but
she had a pussy like mine. Hers was a plain ole pussy, too, until she
got excited and had a gutsy cunt between her legs. She isn't ashamed
of her gutsy cunt. She shows that off and shaves off all hair to
highlight her gutsy cunt. That is neat to look at, and watching her
masturbate it is a trip, but I would find that so hard to do. I'm not
used to people looking at my cunt, especially while I am using and
abusing it. I am the only one who ever sees it as a cunt;
unfortunately, I am also the only one who uses and abuses my cunt.
Well, I got to where I stopped caring if I got busted. The guy had a
lot to do with that. He was a bigun, a hung loser, and he liked the
young stuff. He had to be told to stop pinching and tweaking my
nipples. Not only that, but he came while I was doing his ass. Mom
always said that if they lose it, to go ahead and give them a good
jacking off - suck if I want. I can't say this guy was an accident. I
felt that one coming on. I made it worse. He loved my tits so much, I
had his dick aimed at my chest. When I did that, he lifted. That was
my cue to let go.
I didn't. I put my right nipple at the head of his dick and he creamed
it good while I jacked fast and rubbed his shooting cock all over a
hard rubbery nipple, then I moved his cock to the other nipple while
it was still squirting cum. I got hit right in the neck, but the rest
went all over my left tittie. He had a great orgasm, and he creamed my
chest good. I kept up a milking pump and was using his spent cock to
smear hot cum all over my titties, working the thrilled nipples over
real good.
Mom was right there. She saw it all, but she wasn't pissed. She
ruffled my head and said, "You are a very naughty slave girl."
I looked up with my sheepish, I'm-sorry impish look, still massaging
my nipples with a dick he was still lifting so that I could. She said
to him, "Put the butt down and behave yourself or your night of fun
and games will end with a good bath. She is not on the menu. I will
not tell you again. Are we clear on that?"
That settled his butt right down and made his dick pop out of my
mouth. I just had to get a taste of that hunky stud. He looked more
sheepish than I did as he said, "I'm sorry, Barbie, but she is a
stunningly attractive girl. I am into to the young stuff. I do have
that weakness. I'm not proud, and I'm no saint, but I will behave if I
have to."
I really liked this guy a lot. I think she knew that. She said, "All
right. If she is agreeable, I will let you lick that mess off of her
sexy little body, but you let that cheap thrill satisfy your lust for
young stuff. That'll be all you'll get of this young stuff. Take it or
leave it, but you ask her permission, first."
He asked. I said, sure. I offered my chest, but he asked me to stand.
I stood and realized that the cum was all running down my front to my
bikini bottoms which he took in his hands and began pulling down but
stopped after exposing my excited cunt - God was it ever. I looked to
mom as he said to Mom, "You said I could lick the mess off her body. I
just want to get some of this mess where I'd most like to lick."
Mom looked at the cum getting in my slit and said, "Ask her? If she's
fine with it, I'm fine."
He said, "Can I take these off?"
I thought he was going to say, down. I nodded, and he took them off.
There I stood with a man's hands cupping my bare ass and making me jut
my cunt out and into his super long tongue that was all over my cunt,
all in it, all through the area between my legs clear back to my
asshole. He wasn't licking up a mess. He was making a bigger mess.
There I stood getting my cunt eaten by a man with my mom looking on,
and she was looking on having taken a seat on the edge of the tub to
see exactly what he was doing to me.
She took my hand and said, "Give a child molester an inch, he'll lick
hell out of the whole damn thing. Say when and I'll put a stop to
this, otherwise, I will give him one minute to get on with it and five
to finish."
I said, "I'm fine."
She just smiled and returned to watching. She ended up giving him five
minutes to finish eating my pussy. That gave me time to have a great
gasm and him time to lick it out of me with my cunt pulled open. He
licked deep inside me, then came out to lick all over my guts and suck
some guts. He did that about six times. By then, I was all over my
cunt shyness and was feeling proud of my gutsy cunt. I was so proud, I
opened my own cunt up. Mom said, "That's quite a sexy pussy you have
there, girl. You know where you got a pussy like that, don't you?"
I said, "From my sexy mommy."
"You certainly know how to impress a child molester with it. There's
nothing bashful about you, is there?"
"Nope. I'm just like my Mom. We're proud of our sexy pussies."
She addressed him, saying, "Okay, stud. Your pussy time is up. I'll
give you five minutes to clean this girl, then I'm wiping, and you go
back to doing nothing, or doing something elsewhere."
That got him busy, and that got me licked real good, and tittie sucked
real good. When I went back to work, I stayed naked. After doing my
job, I stayed naked. I went to bed naked, got up naked, and threw on
the robe so that I could masturbate, and I wasn't too concerned with
whether or not they saw pussy being masturbated. I was still over my
pussy shyness, at least with them I was.
I knew she'd come for me with this guy, and she came right away.
Before we went out, she said, "You be careful. This guy has it bad for
young stuff. You see how bold and aggressive he is. Let's not let this
get out of hand, because you see how easy it can. If you want to get
fucked, and I can see that you want it bad, I just might let you. I
never know what I might do, but this would not be a good one to be
first if you get my drift."
I did get her drift. He was very big, like way too big for any hole in
me. She went on, "Your eyes are bigger than your sexy pussy, but if
that thing goes in to the balls, your eyes will be as big as your
fucked cunt. I don't want to see your young eyes get that big. What
I'm saying is, take it easy, and keep your distance. It'll be your ass
if you don't. Remember, Mommy is in the dream making business. His
dream is to fuck your brains out. Now, are you still willing to come
and watch?"
"Yes. I'm in the dream making business, too, Mom. We're in this
together, aren't we?"
"We seem to be. I don't want to feel like I'm pulling you, only
letting you. There is a great temptation to do some pulling and
pushing, and I see where I have done a little of both. I think it is
obvious that I want you in this business. I do, but there is no rush,
and you never need to do what I or anyone else wants, ever."
I smiled and said, "I know, and that's why I feel so good about what
we are doing. I'm fine, Mom. Honest. I don't feel pushed or pulled,
just very welcome to join you. I think you are handling this
perfectly, and I love the way you handled that scene in the bathroom.
That got me over my pussy shyness. I needed to get over that. I need
to show everything to every dreamer. I need to show my sexy pussy, all
of it, even all inside the lips. That was neat showing him my pussy
that good."
"I think the neat part was that he was eating what you were showing.
He sucked the shyness out of you, but it needed to be sucked out, and
that was why he got all the time he needed. I could see he was doing a
good job. How did you like that orgasm? I assume you have never had
one sucked out of you."
"You assumed right. WOW! I wouldn't mind another one of those."
"If you are determined, I'm sure you'll get what you want, but I think
you will also get what you aren't ready for. I have been pulling and
pushing you in. Right now, I'm pushing you out. You can overcome any
push, in or out, but understand that in my expert opinion, you aren't
ready, yet. I wish you'd take my push, every push, every time until
you feel me pulling in."
"Okay. I'm taking it. I still want to watch."
"That's what I'm here for, and that was what I said I'd do, see if I
could get you to watch. Let's not give him anything more than he is
expecting."
I smiled but was thinking, "I hope he expects to see a cute girl with
a sexy pussy masturbate."
He saw that. They both did. I loved it. Mom loved that as much as he
did. She stopped me several times, calling out, "Show us that sexy
pussy, girl." or "Show us some pink!" or "Show us how wet and horny
you are." or "Show us slut pussy." or "Work that bad pussy, girl. Fuck
that horny slut."
If you don't think that made me horny, think again. I wasn't built to
take that kind of taunting and not get fucked, but somehow, I didn't.
Somehow, we got through that. We got through the next ten. Each one
got better and easier for me. We moved the shows to the living room
where I could watch from a stuffed chair, perfect for masturbating to
a raunchy fuck show carried on at my feet.
I gave one of my best performances and was wasted, lying in a sprawl
with my robe wide open. They had just finished a great doggie style
fuck right at my feet, facing my beaver. Mom was so pleased with me. I
could see we'd have a great mother/daughter day for that performance.
I was still lightly stroking my pussy when she crawled over and kissed
my wet fingers. The guy crawled on his knees and wanted to see that
again, so she kept kissing my fingers, then licking, and getting her
tongue between fingers.
I couldn't believe she was doing that, but she had a dreamer who wanted
to see a mother lick her daughter's pussy. She looked willing and was
willing to do a little pushing, like pushing her tongue through my
fingers and into me. She didn't have to push me too hard. I drew my
hand away.
With my hand out of the way, she licked pussy. I died watching her do
that. Before dying, I hung my legs over the armrests. I watched for a
while, then opened my cunt up, not sure how she'd take that. She
licked and sucked my cunt guts, then sent her long tongue three-inches
up my virgin fuck hole to lick my fucking cherry. That got a thrilled
virgin in motion. That got her face fucked. I never thought I could do
that to my mother, but I sure fucking did. I fucked her pretty face,
then came on her fucking tongue, then watched her lap it out of me
better than that child molester guy did. Mom didn't eat me; she
devoured me, wasted me. We made a dream come true. That loser guy
never saw anything like that in his life.
We had the best mother/daughter day. I was on a cloud and my mom was
so proud of me, and proud because I opened my cunt and fucked her
face. I made a dream come true - me - I did it. That was what he
wanted to see. No one asked me. I just saw the dream and did it. I saw
what he wanted, and I gave it to him.
Anyway, that was what she believed. I saw my mother's pretty face in
my nasty cunt and had to fuck it. I thought I was in for a how-dare-
you lecture. Praise brought on euphoria, but finding fault could knock
me down so low. I already felt as low as I could go, but I was all set
to go much lower for what I did to her the night before. I was so
awful to her. I was disgusting - degenerate and disgusting. She
praised me. I fuck great face. I fuck good head. I never knew that.
Mom just could not get over how good I did that. I impressed hell out
of her. She was so proud of me. We were at the duck pond sitting on
grass tossing wadded bread to swimming ducks. I was so euphoric, my
cunt was chewing grass. It was Mom's idea that we go out without
panties on. The ducks weren't impressed, but I fucking loved grass in
my ass, and my cunt chewed cud.
Mom side hugged me, and said, "You are quite a dream girl, Heather.
The guys rave about you. At breakfast, that's all we talk about
anymore. Sweetheart, I am so very proud of you. These guys are taking
away a treasured memory that will always keep them warm, and so much
of that warmth is because of you. God, I love you so much, Heather."
GOD DAMN, YES!
FUCK!
I flung myself on her, toppled her back, climbed on, and pinned her
shoulders. My slimy wet cunt was sucking her bare midriff as I said to
her laughing face, "I love you, Mom. I think you are the most
wonderful human being God ever put on this Earth, and I want to be
just like you. I LOVE YOU. I love you and everything you do. I worship
and adore you. I wish I could fuck you. I'd fuck you right here."
When she could stop laughing, she said, "I think you are."
"I'm sorry. I can't hold still."
"I noticed that when your pussy touches my skin, you can't seem to
hold still."
"Weird, huh?"
"Not at all. Feels very nice, just looks very weird."
"You're saying I should stop rubbing off on you in a public park?"
"No, I'm just saying that it looks weird to those who are staring at
us."
"Is there a lot?"
"Oh, I'd say no more than...thirty."
"I was thinking like ten."
"No, much more than ten...now, it's more like forty."
I got off without getting off, and I was so close, but she wasn't
kidding. Most weren't that close, but they were all staring at us. I
thought we should leave, but she sat up and wiped the slime off her
belly, looked around, then said, "That was interesting."
"Don't you think we should go?"
"Why. We did nothing wrong. We're just sitting here with no panties
on, feeding ducks - a terribly sexy mother and her horny daughter
enjoying a mother/daughter day."
I smiled, fed a duck, and said, "Yeah, fuck 'em. If I wanna fuck my
mother, I'll fuck my mother."
Mom put her hand on my chest and toppled me backward, then rolled to
her side and got her face over mine to say, "You can do any damn thing
you want to you mother on mother/daughter day, you sexy little dream
maker."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Can we go home and do anything?"
"We can go anyplace you like and do anything you like for as long as
you like, so long as you turn me loose by six so that I can get ready
for our date."
"Take me home."
I could write a story about the mother/daughter day to end all
mother/daughter days. WOW! When she said anything, she meant anything.
Every sexual fantasy I ever had involving Mom and me was fulfilled in
spades and then some, because she thought of things that I hadn't
thought of, like drinking each other's piss directly from our sexy
pussies after flushing out the plumbing until we were pissing clear.
She also strapped on a dildo and made me a woman in two holes. She
fucked my ass good after giving me a cleansing enema. I actually got to
fuck my mother. She said I was a great motherfucker. She praised my
fucking. She praised my sucking. She said I was a great pisser. Was I
euphoric? Do ducks shit through feathers?
We spent eight full hours doing everything we could dream of doing,
but we also talked, just laid naked in her bed, side by side and
talked. We talked about everything, but we mostly talked about the
future of dream making.
She didn't want me fucking the guys, because she didn't want to create
any child fuckers, but she was open to letting me fuck the child
fuckers who came to us as child fuckers. That would be my call if and
only if she gave me the nod to make that call. We shook on that. We
agreed to put every type of mother/daughter shit on the menu, and the
slave girl was now a naked and shaved slave girl who did exactly as
she was told. I wanted the guys to have the right to touch. She went
along, but she could decide how much. I went along.
There was also something else we needed to discuss. Before I got
involved, Mom used to bring the guys and their dogs. Many traveled
with dog companions. They do everything with their dog. They like
having their dog companions share in their dreams. I always wondered
what she did with those dogs, but I never wanted to know. At times, it
was pretty fucking obvious. I often saw Mom and her date out and
about, taking sex breaks in the nude. If the guy had his companion
along, I saw the dog, too. I saw the dog licking Mom's cunt like he or
she was very familiar with it. I saw her not minding that, or not
minding me seeing it. I always thought, what a nasty bitch my mother
is.
When I got involved, she stopped bringing dogs along. I was grateful
for that. We never discussed it, but she knew I hated to see her being
that way with an animal. I couldn't bear to see her mate with one.
Just watching her let a dog lick her pussy disgusted me...sorta. I
still watched, but it was sorta disgusting. Dogs are so disgusting
anyway, but to see one being disgusting with my beautiful mother
was...well, it was something I had to watch, but it was disgusting, so
filthy and disgusting it made my pussy into a cunt that I would have
to sexually abuse at the first available opportunity.
We talked about dogs. She admitted that dogs did get the same
treatment their companions got, the bath and all. I had to ask about
oral treatment. She nodded. Damn! Ass? She nodded. I said, "You tongue
a dog's ass!"
"I have. Dogs don't want that service. Some masters would love to see
that. For some I will; some I won't. If it's very clean and the dog is
agreeable, sure, why not."
"I'll bet that looks weird."
"I think it does, but I can't see much. My question to you is, could
you be a dream bitch. I must ask, because every guy who has a canine
companion talks about what a great bitch you would make for so and so.
I have to hear them go on and on about how great it would have been if
their Muttley could have fucked my daughter, or how fantastic it would
have been to see my daughter suck their dog's dick, or tongue pussy,
or ass, or just see you feeding that sexy pussy to a dog, or letting a
dog lick out your mouth. They all want to watch my sexy little girl
make love to a mutt. And, Heather, after hearing so much of that, I
began looking at you and seeing such a sexy little bitch. You could be
such a great dream bitch if you could only get into making love to
dogs."
Mom said this while lying on her side, fingering my pussy. I felt the
pull very strong this time. By the time she finished, she had me
trying to fuck her two middle fingers, but she was keeping me from
cumming until I gave her my answer. I looked to her and said, "Dream
bitch, huh?"
"Yes. I know I'm pulling hard, but the dream team needs a sexy little
bitch. I'll take care of the men, but I want you to take care of any
dogs like a slave girl who must make love to a mutt if so ordered, but
must tolerate and welcome any mutt affection even without orders. If a
mutt wants a lick, you open that pussy up. If a mutt obviously wants
to fuck you, get like a bitch. Making love is a whole nuther ball
game. You get on your back, suck dick, suck tongue, and you fuck a
lover like a lover in love."
"God, Mom! I'm so fucking horny right now."
"I know. I want you to think this through carefully while out of your
fucking mind. Who knows, you just might go through with it after you
are in your right mind. Hell, it's worth a shot. I know I can get you
to give me your word that you will. You are ready to do that, aren't
you?"
"YES! I promise, swear ta God. I'll be a great dream bitch. You have
my word. I swear to you, I am totally out of my fucking mind...OH GOD!
YES!...Fuck me! Oh, yes, Mom, fuck me!...ummmmm..."
She sure fucked me, but then she kissed me and drew her fingers out.
She smiled and said, "Our date has a dog and his dog has a dick. If
you are a daughter of your word, this should be an interesting
evening; however, if you come to your senses at any time, I want you
to know that I still love you very much, and I love you in or out of
your right mind. I also want you to know that your word given in your
wrong mind only counts in your wrong mind. If I can't get you in your
wrong mind, I can't expect you to honor your wrong mind word."
I smiled and said, "If you can't get me in my wrong mind, you are not
licking close enough to my slit. Pretty much anywhere from the
shoulders to the knees is close enough."
"Oh, you think I can't get you horny enough to suck a dog's dick by
kissing your neck or sucking your toes."
"I'm fucked, aren't I?"
"I think so, but I am looking forward to my first breakfast where my
date tells me what a great little bitch my daughter was."
"If I'm real great, can I get a fancy restaurant breakfast, too?"
"We'll, see. If nothing else, we will let you lick the scraps off our
plates, but don't embarrass me by begging at the table. You lie on the
floor like a good little doggie, or you'll have to wait in the car
like a bad doggie."
"Am I your doggie, now?"
"If they have a doggie, you'll be wearing your collar and that's all
you'll be wearing. I'll introduce him to my little bitch and ask how
he likes her shaved bitch pussy. If that doesn't give him ideas, when
his dog comes to sniff your bitch pussy, he'll see how you wag your
tail and show bitch pussy to a dog that takes an interest in your
bitch pussy. He will see a very horny bitch, won't he?"
I got on her and pinned her again, and was rubbing off on her
prominent pubic mound while saying, "If you shave my cunt and put a
dog collar on me, then show me off to those perverts like that, you
have yourself one very horny little bitch. This is still
mother/daughter day, so get a fucking razor and fix me up."
She laughed and helped me get off, then rolled me off, then got a
razor and fixed me up. The collar was a complete surprise. When she
fastened that around my neck, I was a bitch in heat and dying to meet
my first canine lover, fleas and all.
I couldn't believe what an eager bitch I was. She couldn't either. I
couldn't wait to get bred. I couldn't wait on a bath. I wanted to do
it right there at first meeting, just put me down and breed my bitch
ass. She said she'd think about it, but if I really wanted that, to
just get down and see what hops up.
I did that, and a very horny lab got on me and got in the wrong hole.
I got fucked in the ass. The knot went in my ass, and wouldn't come
out. I thought they were going to die. I didn't see what was so damn
funny. We were stuck, butt to butt, just like two dogs. They thought
that was funny. I was in my right mind. That was not funny. They came
over and got down on either side of me and began petting me until I
saw the humor and smiled. I guess it was kinda funny at that. Like I
say, a little praise from my sexy Mommy does wonders for my attitude.
I was a good little bitch. Mommy said so. I love my mommy.
I do love my strange mother, but I had a real blast that night, a very
strange blast. I actually made love with an animal and I did love
making love for them. I knew I could be a great dream bitch and get a
breakfast out of the deal - a breakfast and another great
mother/daughter day. For those, I will do anything, be anything, and
love it or look like I do.
I do love my sexy mommy, and my sexy mommy loves me. We are the dream
team. Losers gather to hear other losers talk about the Chicago Dream
Team, but they don't believe it. No, that just doesn't happen to
losers, but they do have their dreams that they love to share. Some go
to sleep in cardboard boxes, wondering, while others are remembering.
My mother's parting words to every date are mine to you:
Sweet dreams, sweet man, and please don't mess with the children. Just
dream sweet dreams...and remember.
The End
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