Robin slipped out of her bikini halter, sliding the skimpy garment down her arms and letting it dangle over Midnight's upturned nose, teasing him with it.
His tongue lolled from his mouth as he lay on the foot of her bed and snapped playfully at the halter, his tail thumping against the bed like a rug duster.
She teased him with the halter and then dropped it and bent down to hug him around the neck. Midnight whined and tossed his muzzle, licking her face and neck and the side of her arm wetly.
"What should I do, Midnight?" Robin asked him quietly. "I feel so different about Pete now. What should I do?"
Midnight's eyebrows winked alternately at her. His expression was solemn, as if he could understand what she was saying. His tongue came out and licked at the cone of her left tit, plucking under it and rippling over the nipple.
Robin felt another thrill go through her body. It had been like that all the rest of the afternoon and evening, just thinking about Pete's spurting prick, still feeling it inside her throat.
Logan had caught her eye several times, too-little reminders that he was going to make good on his word to pay her back later on tonight for getting Pete and her mother to quit talking.
Now, she didn't know what to do. She'd wanted Logan to fuck his big prick into her because Pete was such a clod. It wasn't that she liked Logan all that much.
She didn't, really. But he was a fucker, and Robin was itching to be fucked.
Only now, Pete didn't seem like such a little boy any more.
The way he'd held on to his boiling load until just the right moment had impressed her and made her think that maybe he had possibilities after all.
To tell the truth, after that episode in the guest house, Logan frightened her just a little. He'd been too intense. Too kinky. Too ready to make her do weird things.
And while it was all well and good to have a little rivalry with her mother, some of the things Pete had said had been working on her the past few hours.
Maybe she'd gone overboard a little herself.
After all, her mother was her mother. It was one thing to bug her a little. It was another to become a little bitch and sling her pussy around and try to take her mother's man away from her.
What the hell would she do with him if she did?
There was another thing about Logan. He'd piloted the boat to some cove late in the afternoon and had begun really giving her mother a sales pitch on his shrimp-farm idea.
Again, he'd been too intense, too grandiose in the claims of money to be made-after the initial investment, which he wouldn't talk about until he'd done a little more study.
Robin didn't know why she'd had a queasy feeling when he'd talked about it.
Maybe it had been the expression on Pete's face.
Maybe it had been the way her mother had brought up the caution they would have to exercise again and again-part of what Robin was rebelling against.
Anyway, the meaning of what Logan had been talking about had sunk into her young head for the first time. That, and the knowledge that she was involved with what her mother did, no matter how much she'd tried to ignore such matters.
The money her father had left was hers, too.
She passed her hand over Midnight's sleek head and looked at him. "Why didn't he want Mother to talk to Pete about his father's work, Midnight?" she asked.
Midnight lapped out with his tongue and licked the tip of her other tit again and again, pausing once to grin at her and lick his chops.
Robin stood up. Her nipple was taut and red from the stimulation, stretching from the pointing end of her tit. She looked at her dog and thought about letting him lick her pussy until she came.
She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her bikini panties and pushed down, slipping them from the round swells of her ass- cheeks. They slipped down her legs to the floor, and she stepped out of them and passed her hand over her twat, fanning the golden pubes.
She looked at Midnight. He was watching her closely, his head cocked to the side, his ears half-erect. He licked his chops quickly and thumped his tail on the bed and then went still again, eyeing her pussy intently.
Robin felt her cunt-tunnel throb. She glanced towards her bathroom door and knew she should go shower. She squeezed her pussy with a moment's indecision and then hurried towards the bathroom. If she hurried, she would have time to do both before Logan showed up again to take them out to dinner.
She slipped under the shower and soaped her slim, willowy body quickly, running her palms over her nipples and cupping them under the firm cones of her tits.
She squeezed the slippery mounds and moaned softly, feeling heat build inside her again. She rubbed her soaped palms over her round, tight buttocks, dipping into the deep cleft between them and running the tip of her finger around her tight, virginal asshole.
The sensation made her gasp. It made her pussy-lips bloat fully and her cunt start leaking slippery honey again.
She closed her eyes and wondered what it would feel like to be fucked up her ass. She'd heard of it. She wondered if Pete would do it. Or would he revert to his puritanical old self and whimper and carry on until she had to force him into that, too.
Logan would fuck her asshole. She felt certain of that.
Logan would fuck her nostrils. Or would he have Midnight fuck her asshole, instead?
Robin washed her running pussy, circling her fingers over her clit, massaging the puffy petals, even slipping her finger up inside her cunt to feel the way her silky muscles gripped and spasmed around it.
She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel.
Midnight was there, as if waiting for her, as if knowing that he would catch her off guard.
His tail swished over the tile floor. He dipped his head several times and then began licking the water from her legs, his long tongue lapping and rasping up the smooth thighs towards her pussy.
Robin stood there, dripping water from her arms and the ends of her tits, and watched him. She spread her legs slightly, opening her crotch. Then she shivered sweetly when his tongue slurped over her cunt-lips and wobbled the puffy petals.
"Oh, you horny dog," she moaned fondly. "That's all you can think of any more, isn't it? Well, all right. But you've got to hurry, boy."
She went over to the towel rack and began blotting her fine body with it.
Midnight lapped at her crotch all the while, his feet beginning to prance up and down now as he grew more excited.
She could even see the red, slick shaft of his cock jerking in and out of his hairy, wobbling sheath, and she wondered if she dared let him fuck her again.
"Ohhhhhh, God-hurry, boy, hurry!" she moaned, tossing the towel aside and heading for her bed, Midnight at her heels.
She couldn't suppress the small yip of surprise when her door opened and her mother walked in.
Robin halted where she was and stared. There was something about her mother's expression and the half-militant stride and the firmness with which she turned and closed the door that made Robin not even bother with the false modesty of putting her hand over her pussy or her arm over her tits.
"I want to talk to you, Robin," Christine said firmly.
Robin swallowed. Immediately, she wondered if Logan had said something. No, not him-Pete. Pete had squealed on her!
Midnight, dumb dog that he was, didn't see any reason to stop what he was doing, and he didn't. He thrust his muzzle right into Robin's damp, naked crotch and lapped upward, sinking his squirming tongue right between her cunt-lips and halfway into her slippery, ready pussy.
"Unnnnnh!" Robin groaned, jerking her hips back, making her twat-hole slide off his tongue with a wet sound. She swallowed again. She looked down at her dog and put on a good show.
"Midnight!" she howled. "Oh, you naughty dog! You get over there and lie down, right now!"
She pointed her finger furiously, her tits jiggling with the motion of her arm.
Midnight whimpered guiltily and lowered his head, wondering what he'd done wrong. Then he turned and slunk away into the corner.
Robin looked at her mother. Christine stared from her daughter to the dog and back again, then licked her lips. Her expression changed for just a moment, taking on a lustful quality.
Then she shivered and appeared stern again.
"I want you to stop seeing Pete," she stated, making as much a command of it as she'd ever made of anything.
Robin blinked at the suddenness of it. "Mother!" she cried, unable to believe how the order made her feel. It pointed up just how much she was beginning to love him. "What for, Mother?"
"Because I said so."
"You said so?" It had come out without thought. But now that she heard the question, she began thinking about it.
"Now, I don't want any argument about this, Robin. You know what I've thought all along about Pete-about how he wasn't good enough for you. Well, after what I know you did today on the boat, so brazenly, and sluttishly, my mind's made up."
"We didn't do anything, Mother!"
"Don't you try to lie to me, young lady! I know perfectly well what you were doing!"
Robin swallowed again. She stood there. She felt fury boil up inside her, but she held it down for once. She knew that tantrums only hardened her mother's position. Besides, there was more to this than met the eye.
"What was I doing, Mother?" she asked calmly, a small smile coming to her lips.
"Tell me what you thought I was doing.
Describe it to me, Mommy."
Christine clenched her jaw and made a thin line of her full lips. Her nostrils flared slightly. "Don't you toy with me, you young slut, or I'll…"
Robin looked at her mother levelly. "Yes, Mommy?" Her lip curled slightly.
"Whatever you're thinking of doing if I disobey you, are you sure it would be all right with Daddy?"
"Don't you dare mention your father's name in context like this," Christine flared.
"Why not, Mommy? Does it make you feel guilty?"
"Guilty? Me? What on earth are you talking about? Why should I feel guilty? I haven't done anything to feel guilty about. You're the one who should feel guilty-and totally ashamed. Oh! I can't believe this! I just can't believe that you'd do such a revolting thing!"
"But I'm still not sure what you think I did, Mommy," Robin responded quietly, taunting her mother to the limit without meaning to this time.
"I knew all along that boy was trash. I don't care what his father did or does or anything else about him. And I can't believe that you would allow him to demean you in such a vile fashion. There has to be some good reason why Pete's mother left Thorne and why Thorne hasn't been able to remarry. I think maybe I know what it is, now, and I don't want you to see either one of them, ever again!"
Robin felt the top of her scalp go prickly. But, despite her anger, she knew that it was her fault. Partially her fault, anyway.
She held up her hand as if to silence her mother for a moment. "Now, wait a minute, Mom, I want to-"
"I don't want to hear it!"
"You mean I can't say anything? I can't talk? My God, Mother-what has Logan done to you! Daddy would have let me talk, and you know it! Explain that to his ghost!"
Christine recoiled as if slapped. Her eyes wavered. "All right," she said weakly. "I'll listen."
Robin sucked in her breath. She didn't know where to start.
"I lied to you, Mother. About Mr. Bast."
"Lied?"
"Well, I let you believe all this time that he was a fisherman. And I guess I told you that Pete's mother left Mr.
Bast. That wasn't true. He kicked her out. She screwed every prick she saw."
"Robin!"
"She wasted his money terribly. She even stole from him."
"Of course, Thorne told you that," Christine said skeptically.
"No, Pete did. He's the one who caught her doing all those things. Thorne trusted her. Pete said it really shook him up.
The reason he hasn't remarried is that he doesn't want to trust another woman again." She looked at her mother oddly. "Sounds a little like you, Mom."
"That sounds nothing like me. Is that all?"
Robin saw she'd gotten nowhere. "Just tell me one thing.
Logan put you up to this, didn't he?"
"That's insulting! Nobody puts me up to anything, Robin Eglund! I make up my own mind. And what you've said hasn't changed it a bit. You're not to see him any more."
"You go to hell!" Robin cried, breaking finally. "And don't you call them trash any more! It's Logan Gorman who's the trash around here, only your cunt's so quivery and wet lately that you refuse to see it!"
"Oh! How dare you! I've never-"
"Now, don't you try to lie to me, Mother! I saw you the other night on the sofa with your twat spread wide and his big prick slopping around in it!"
Christine paled and rocked on her heels. "You were at the movies with Pete!" she wailed.
"We came home early. We stood outside the window and watched you get your widow's pussy fucked full of hot, boiling sperm!"
"Pete…"
"Yes, Pete! Only get it straight that I was the one who made him watch, not the other way around. He was such a puritan, you wouldn't believe it."
"Oh, my God…" Christine whispered raggedly, putting her hand to her mouth, shame coursing through her.
"As for, today, he didn't want me to do that, either. But I made him let me suck his cock off. And I sucked the cum right out of it, Mommy! I sucked his hard, bucking prick clear into my throat, until my tongue was wrapped around the bottom of his balls! But do you know what made him come, Mommy? It was watching you!"
"What?"
"Watching you hang in the hatch while Logan ate your cunt out and made you come and come!"
"Ohhhhh, my God…" Christine moaned, reaching out unsteadily for some kind of support.
"Aren't you the least bit curious how I learned to suck a hard, full cock all the way down my throat, Mommy? Have you ever tried that? It takes talent. It also takes a teacher. Want to know who my teacher was?"
"No… no!"
"Yes, Mommy-it was Logan. Your wonderful Logan. Your sweet, hot-fucking Logan.
In the guest house yesterday, while you were in town."
"You… you're lying! I won't hear any more! God!"
"You're going to hear more and more, because I'm not finished yet. There's more, Mommy. Here, you come over here, and I'll show you another little kinky trick he showed me."
She took her mother's hand. Christine was easily led. She seemed to be looking inward, scarcely aware of her daughter right at the moment. She didn't even protest when Robin ran the zipper of her dress down her back.
She smelled clean and fresh after her own shower. Her hair was brushed and fluffed, the slight amount of makeup enhancing her natural beauty.
Robin couldn't help noticing it all as she slipped her mother's dress from her shoulders and slid it down her slim, willowy body. Her mother was youthful and beautiful, there was no doubt about it. She hoped that she would look as graceful and lovely when she was in her thirties.
Robin felt her heart pound. What she had in mind to do was wild beyond her wildest dreams. Yet, she had to convince her mother of the truth-before it was too late.
She couldn't remember being so close to her mother in ages.
Certainly, never this intimate, never undressing her.
She couldn't help drawing in her breath in appreciation when her dress puddled at her mother's feet. Her tits were bare. Her panties were transparent little blue things that didn't hide the deep, shadowy cleft of her ass or the cunning little pout of her pussy-lips.
Robin rolled those down, too. Her mother drew in her breath and opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. She stared at Robin as if looking at her, and yet her eyes focused a long way off-somewhere in time.
Christine was remembering. The other night, on the sofa.
While he was fucking her. While he was drilling into her hot, yearning cunt with his big prick.
There'd been something not quite right then-something indefinable, something nebulous. But she'd been so hot she hadn't thought about it. Not until now.
His prick hadn't been quite right. It had been big and stiff and erect. It had entered her cunt and done its job. But it hadn't been steely-hard.
Not until the last, just before he'd come inside her and flooded her juicy cunt with his sperm. Not until the moment when she'd opened her eyes very slightly and had looked at him through the narrow slits.
She'd seen him. He'd been looking off to the side. If she hadn't been so hot, she would have wondered why, but that, too, had escaped her notice. Until now.
There was a quality about a prick when it was fucking you.
She'd learned that with Carl. There were times when his cock seemed like a bar of tempered steel-so utterly hard it would have shattered if she'd tried to bend it.
There were other times when it was more like a bar of lead- so pliable that it was ready to go soft with the heat of her pussy rather than harder still.
Those were the times when she knew he was preoccupied, when his heart hadn't really been in the fucking he was giving her.
Logan's prick had been like that the other night. At first.
All the while he was reaming her. Until the last, when he'd been looking off to the side.
Then, his cock had hardened and swelled inside her cunt and bucked wildly as it spat and spewed. She'd wondered why at the time. So fleeting had been the impression that she'd forgotten it. Until now…
She turned her head slowly and oddly. She looked at her daughter. She opened her mouth again. "The guest house?" she croaked hollowly.
"It's the truth, Mom. Pete watched. He can tell you it's true. I thought he'd come in to fuck me. Here, Mom-get up on the bed like this, and I'll show you what really happened."
Christine was pliable. All Robin had to do was position her mother, and it was done. She rested on her elbows and knees, her naked, sweet ass sticking up and back.
"Your picture…" Christine whispered. "That was what he was looking at. That was the only thing he could have been looking at. Then his cock went hard. All the while he fucked me, it was… it was… you! Your picture! Oh, my God!"
Whether it was because Robin had snapped her fingers at Midnight to get him to leap up on the bed behind her mother's upthrust ass or whether it was because she'd finally fitted the loose pieces together in her mind, Christine's eyes came back into focus.
She lifted her head. She looked straight forward and saw the pink, open maw of her daughter's pussy as Robin knelt in front of her and held her shoulders down firmly with her young weight.
"No!" she cried. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe it's true!"
Robin didn't respond. She wasn't sure what her mother was talking about, but she could guess. She shifted her position, stretching her legs out on either side of her mother's body, bringing more strength and weight to bear.
"Robin, what are you doing? Let me up. Why do you have me this way? Why are you trying to hold me down?"
"Because I'm going to show you, Mother-just what I learned to do from Logan.
Up, boy!" she commanded, snapping her fingers again.
Midnight didn't even pause to sniff at the pocket of pussy- meat flaring back at him from between Christine's open thighs.
After being scolded a moment ago, he was willing to be the most obedient dog there was anywhere.
He fairly leapt up over Christine's naked ass, standing on his hind paws between her parted legs and wrapping his front paws around her slim waist.
He pulled himself up against her round, tight butt with a quick lunge, his prick already scarlet and thrusting from its sheath, hard and darting and slippery.
The pointed tip shot forth again and again, stabbing and spearing from under his black belly, a brilliant red lance that gleamed and throbbed alarmingly.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!" Christine cried, her head stretching from her neck, her spine arching. "Get down! Midnight, get off my ass! Ohhhhh, what are you trying to do to me, Robin!"
She struggled wildly for a moment, heaving her shoulders against her daughter's strong grip. She tried to fling her ass around to get from under the hot, furry blanket of Midnight's belly, but the big dog held her ass with surprising strength.
He hunched closer and closer. The tip of his prick now stabbed against Christine's thigh, then slid between them, then poked into the deep crack of her ass.
"Yaaaaaah! Make him stop!"
"He did it to me, Mommy!" Robin cried, gritting her teeth as she held strongly onto her mother's bucking form. "Logan made him fuck my pussy and then made me suck his cock off. That's how great a guy he is, Mommy. That's how much better for you he is than Pete is for me!"
"No! No, you're lying! He'd never do a thing like that! God, let me up! Ohhhhh, his prick is hot! It's right-OH, MY GOD, ROBIN!"
Christine's eyes bulged from her head. The cords stood out on her neck as she tried to stretch her whole body forward away from the probing stabs of Midnight's cock. She nearly pitched Robin onto her back with the sudden lunge.
"Don't worry, Mother. It doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels pretty good to get fucked by a dog! It's better than not getting fucked at all, Mommy. Just think of all the hot times you've missed in the last three years. Isn't it a shame Logan couldn't have shown me how to get Midnight to fuck us three years ago, Mommy?"
"Ahhhhhh!" Christine shouted, shaking her tight ass. "Hot! So hot! His cock's so hot! It's in my pussy! Robin, he's fucking me! Ohhhhhh, my God!"
"Don't cry, Mommy. Don't think of what Daddy would think if he knew. Daddy's dead. He can't know. What matters is what Logan would think if he could see you now."
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Christine cried, her body pitching back and forth under the powerful thrusts of Midnight's body.
"I'll tell you what he would think, Mommy. I know. He'd think it was neat. He'd think you were a real kinky bitch. He'd love it. He'd ram his prick down your throat while he watched you getting fucked. That's what he'd think, Mommy!"
"Noooooo!" Christine moaned raggedly, shaking her head, her tits dangling from her chest, her hair hanging around her face and brushing silkily over her daughter's spread thighs.
"How is it, Mommy? Midnight's a pretty good fucker, isn't he? Can you feel his knot? Can you feel how his prick swelled up inside your pussy and made everything so tight he can hardly fuck his hot, throbbing prick back and forth inside you? See? I know what it feels like, don't I?"
"You… Ohhhh, how long have you…"
"I told you the truth, Mommy. Since yesterday, that's all.
I can't help it if Midnight learns fast. But he sure learned well, didn't he?
You must think so, too, Mommy, because your tits are all hard, and your nipples are red and spiked."
It was true! Christine felt the firmness of her tits as they jiggled back and forth under her chest. She felt the wetness growing inside her pussy as well and the way her cunt muscles were beginning to squeeze around the dog's mighty shaft.
"Ohhhhhh, Robin… make him stop…" she moaned.
"No, Mommy. I don't want him to stop. I want to watch him come in your hot pussy. I want to watch your face when it crinkles up with your own hot orgasm.
I want to watch you experience everything I experienced when Logan made him fuck me!"
"God, this is terrible… beastly! How could you get me into a thing like this, Robin?" Christine wailed.
"To wake you up! To show you that one hard cock's just as good as another when it comes to making your hot pussy tingle.
And your pussy is tingling, isn't it, Mommy? You're beginning to drool, Mommy.
Oh, there it goes onto my bed."
Christine lowered her eyes. She watched the drop of saliva spread and form a darkened stain. She couldn't believe this was really happening to her.
"It's something I learned just today, Mommy, when I sucked Pete's bucking cock off into my throat. It's not just the prick.
Any old prick feels good when it fucks you. It's what's behind the prick, Mommy! It's who the prick belongs to! God, I'm just a young kid, but I've learned it already!"
"Ohhhhhh, it's throbbing inside me!" Christine cried heatedly, amazement coloring her tone. "God, the way he pounds his hairy belly against my ass-like a machine!"
"Not a machine, Mommy. A dog. Just a dog. And if his cock is throbbing, that means he's going to shoot his doggy-sperm up into your pussy. It's hot stuff, Mommy. Hot and slippery.
Mmmmmm, I can just feel it squirting up my cunt again!"
Robin tipped her head back for the first time, licking her lips. She'd been holding tightly to her mother. She discovered she didn't have to hold on so tightly any more.
She rocked her pelvis up and down. She was sitting on her tight little ass, with her cunt spread wide under her mother's face. She felt herself getting hot. She felt the juices start flowing from her pussy walls and collecting in a little puddle at her pussy-mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, I wish I had a cock, Mommy," she moaned. "A big, stiff prick jutting up from my thighs. I'd do what Logan did to me. I'd pull your mouth down over it and fuck my cock deep into your mouth and blast hot sperm against your tongue and make you swallow and swallow!"
"Nooo…" Christine moaned, the cry oddly breathless now.
"But no matter how fast you swallow, Mommy, you can't keep up with the jetting spurts of hot, slippery cum, and it squirts from your lips and runs down your chin and drips onto his balls!"
"God, don't…"
"Unless you learn to suck it all the way down into your throat, Mommy-the way I did it to Pete. I didn't lose a drop of Pete's sweet cum. Oh, it was sweet!
Like cream! Logan's sperm was all pungent and bitter, and I nearly choked on it."
"Lies-lies!" Christine cried.
Robin's hips churned under her mother's face. "Ohhhhhh, not lies, Mommy-not at all. All you have to do is suck off Logan's cock and then suck off Pete's bucking prick, and you can see for yourself that I'm telling the truth. And when you do that, Mommy, you'll know there's only one way I could know such a thing!"
Robin gasped again. Her pussy was aflame. She wanted to take her hands from her mother's body and finger-fuck her soaked cunt to a flaming orgasm.
"God, I wish I had a cock for you to suck on!" she cried, lifting her hips up and down now.
The muscles of her cunt-mouth squeezed and pulsed. Juice ran from the slippery hole and trickled down her ass-crack to stain the bed.
Christine looked down at her daughter's pussy and moaned again. Her poor young cunt was so hot!
"Robin… oh, Robin," she moaned.
"Mommy, I'm so hot!" Robin cried. "Ohhhhh, do it, do it, do it! Suck my hard cock! Pretend it's a hard cock! Ohhhhhh, Mommy, do it!"
She cried out fiercely and clasped her hands at the back of her mother's head and pulled down hard.
"Yaaaaah!" Robin cried, lifting her hips.
"Nnnnnnnfff! God!" Christine bleated.
But the sound was muffled. It came out in a bubbly way. The gasp of utter shock and alarm sputtered through the wet, silky tissues of her daughter's cunt-meat as her open mouth was plastered down over the wet, quaking hole.
"Ohhhh, Mommy-suck my cunt!" Robin screamed.