Do you think your mother taught him?"
"Could be. She fucks any male dog that comes in our yard. What does he look like?"
"He's a large golden retriever with a red nylon collar."
"So, that's Ruff. Yes, I've seen him with Mom many times. He is hung nice, pretty dog, too. He's a fast learner. Your mom would have to love what he's doing and my guess is she fucks him when no one's around."
"Me and Brad figured as much. She's with him all day while we're in school and Dad is at work. When they let school out early last month, I came home and found her walking around in just a towel. She had sperm running down both legs all the way to her heels and Ruff was lying in a corner licking his dick. She got fucked that time, and she had to know he'd get in her pussy if she only wore a towel. That's why we're sure she's fucking him when no one is around."
"I'm not at all surprised."
"Brad says he saw her fucking. He skipped school and hid out so he could catch her in the act. He said he saw her fuck him three times in one day, but Brad lies like a rug. He said they fuck face to face while she sits in a chair.
I doubt that. Dogs don't fuck that way, do they?"
"Sure. Why not? That's the best way to fuck a dog. That way, you can see what's happening. When a girl gets screwed by a dog, she likes to see the doggie dick moving in her pussy, and she can control the speed by holding him by the haunches to slow him down and make it last. Dogs fuck too fast. That's the only drawback to doing it the way dogs like to do it. Mom likes to fuck people doggie style and dogs people style."
"Wow, maybe Brad did see that. He said she held onto his haunches and made it last a long time. Wow, my mom's a bitch, a real bitch. Neato, super neato. I wonder if Dad knows.
I wonder what would happen if I told him."
"Tell him and find out. My guess is, he'll make her wear only a towel all the time. He'll probably put a dog collar on her. He should, don't you think?"
"Not really. That would kill Mom. It's bad enough on her as it is. She's pretty bashful. We don't get to see much unless she can't help it. Being forced to be a bitch and fuck in front of us while wearing a collar would kill her, and Dad is the type that would do that to her just for kicks.
No, I'd better keep this to myself. I think it would be great if you became Ruff's bitch and would stop by everyday to screw him. I think that would loosen Mom up after she got used to it.
If she got used to it and I could see she was ready to bring it all out in the open, I'd tell Dad. It would be great if you could get Mom to loosen up and start acting like a good bitch. We'd all love that."
They arrived at Heather's walkway and made their way to the front door. Heather said, "Sounds interesting.
I may just pop in on you guys, maybe tonight."
"Really!"
"I might and I might not. You'll just have to wait and see. Don't be calling over here and don't bug me about it. If I show up, I show up. We'll take it from there, but I'll be there for action, so you'd better not be lying about your parents.
If I get thrown out, I'll be pissed."
"You won't; I swear to God."
"We'll see. Can I have my books, now?"
"Oh, yeah… here. Uh, Heather, you said I could finger your pussy whenever I wanted to. I'd like to do it now. No one's looking. May I, please?"
"I said just do it. If you're going to ask permission, fuck you. You lose.
Bye."
Heather smiled after closing the door on Harold, but lost the smile when she saw Sarah's handbag on the dining table. Normally, she'd be thrilled to see Sarah, but her presence meant there'd be no surprise lewdness, no fucking, no dogs, no lesbians, nothing.
Heather knew the painters had taken a quick job to earn some fast easy money and wouldn't return until Thursday, but all day long she had hoped her mother would have something waiting. Spike was high on her wish list. She could have borrowed him. Her mother knew how horny she was for that dog. She couldn't have been more clear. If she wants a daughter slut, she could at least pay attention to the clues.
On the other hand, she might have him locked away in a bedroom waiting for Sarah to leave. Hope bloomed in the young bosom as Heather rounded the corner to enter the living room and dropped her sticky books.
There, on the living room floor, naked as the day they were born, were her mother and Sarah Brewer; and Sarah, the star Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, her personal hero and role model, was sucking on her mother's cunt, and when she lifted free to say, "Hello Heather," piss splashed in her face. She quickly resealed her mouth and resumed sucking. Heather plopped down in the same recliner she had plopped down in on Friday, wearing the same astonished, mesmerized, enthralled, catatonic look.
Sue, lying in a crab-walk position with Sarah kneeling between her legs facing Heather, looked back to Heather and calmly said, "Oh, hi, sweetie. We'll be through in just a minute. Sarah is just helping me go pottie. I had to pee real bad and she loves sucking the pee out of me. How was school today?"
Heather had to shake her head clear to respond.
"Okay."
"Two more days and you'll be a junior. You must be excited about that."
Sarah had eased off and was slurping piss as though from a fountain under low pressure, making a great deal of distracting sucky slurpy noise. Heather watched Sarah slurp and suck, lick and slurp, suck and swallow, but she also tried to focus on what her mother was saying. She realized this was a staged demonstration to shake her and that her mother's dispassionate act was intended to add bizarre to a vulgar act for reasons she couldn't quite fathom, but that was par for the course for her bizarre mother.
She did the same thing while fucking or sucking cock.
Heather tore her eyes from her mother's elevated crotch and said, "Yes, I can't wait."
"I spoke with Chuck, the foreman of the crew.
He'd like to put you on the crew this summer. Are you interested?"
"Uh, yeah… sure."
"He's a demanding boss. You'd have to do whatever he says. While you're working, you won't be my daughter, you'll be Chuck's helper. I won't interfere.
He runs his crew as he sees fit. Do you understand that?"
"Yes."
"You'll be the low gal on the totem. Anyone, even the lesbians can order you around. Even their dog can order you around. He doesn't need to speak. We both know what the dog wants from a sexy girl like you, don't we, Heather?"
"Yes."
"What does he want, Heather? I want to make sure you understand perfectly before you enter into this contract, and it will be a contract that you must fulfill to the completion of this job at the very least. I will personally see to it. What does he want?"
"He wants me for his bitch."
"What does that entail exactly?"
"He'll want me to suck him and fuck him."
"I guess you do understand. Very good. Any other demands the others may place on you should be no problem for a girl willing to suck and fuck a dog. Do you foresee any problem?"