"But you would, wouldn't you?"
"What?"
"You'd let an animal fuck you so I could see how it worked, wouldn't you?"
"Danny!"
"Wouldn't you, Mom? Just for me?"
That was a safe commitment, she decided. She'd never have to honor it. He never would find an animal trained that way. "Yes. I guess I would, Son. I'm afraid you'd have a hard time finding an animal that accommodating, though."
"No, Mom! I don't think so!"
She laughed contentedly and hugged him. Let him have his fantasies, she thought. Tonight, I've got him.
"Smokey, Mom!" Danny set her on her feet, his hand still firmly locked in her cunt.
She leaned back and gazed into his earnest eyes, shaking her head. "Smokey wouldn't touch a woman, Son. He doesn't know anything about those things. Why, he's never even had a lady donkey!"
"He knows all about hard-ons," Danny insisted. "He's been going around with one half the time this week."
"He has? I didn't notice."
"That's because you don't see him often."
"Having an erection isn't having sex with a woman, Son. I'm afraid that just isn't practical."
"We could at least try!" He sounded irritated and hurt. "You just don't want to. You just said you would without meaning it."
"Danny, I meant it!" Damn it, I really didn't! But I'm not going to admit that. Besides, what's the harm in trying? Smokey's not going to do anything but try to hide.
"Okay! Come on, then!" Her son pulled his hand out of her throbbing pussy and dragged her toward the back of the house. "Let's try, Mom. Just once."
"It's broad daylight, Danny! We can't go out naked like this!"
"Nobody can see us! Not the way you and Dad have the place screened off!"
Convincing or not, he was stronger than she. He gripped her wrist firmly and dragged her with him. They crossed the yard and ducked through the hedge into Smokey's compound. Danny led her into the donkey's corral.
"You better use the feed table," he said.
Helen hesitated, surveying the table her husband had insisted on to keep the hay off the ground. It did look the right height, coming almost exactly to the level of the furry little beast's belly. At the moment there was a thick layer of sweet smelling hay on it and Smokey was wandering about disconsolately, his cock projecting from its sheath, rigid and angry red.
"Good heavens! I see what you mean about erections!" she exclaimed.
Danny urged her across the corral to the feed table. "Just bend over it, I guess," he said.
Reluctantly she bent forward and lay on her belly on the table, her feet on the pulverized ground. The hay pricked her flesh, but it smelled so sweet and provided such a pleasant cushion she didn't object. Danny began to tie a tag end of frayed rope around her left wrist.
"Danny! What's the big idea?"
He smiled apologetically. "He's going to have enough to get used to without worrying about where you're going. You said so yourself in the dining room."
"Oh, all right." She knew it gave her son an enormous erotic thrill to see her helpless, and it wasn't going to hurt her. She let him knot the loops around both wrists and waited to see how he meant to position her. He pulled her forward on the table until her breasts cleared the forward edge and her thighs pressed against the opposite side. I don't know why we call it a table, she thought, squirming uncomfortably. It's nothing but a two-by-twelve.
Danny groaned. "You can't do it like that," he said. "That's no good." And then, excitedly, "I know. Mom! Wait!" He raced to the shelter and brought back the tattered old saddle. Helping his mother to her feet, he flung the saddle onto the table, where it appeared to fit as well as it did on Smokey. "Now! Lie over that!"
She lowered her belly onto the saddle, lying precariously across it. Danny tied loops to her ankles, ignoring her hands, and pulled her legs apart to an impossible angle, securing her feet to the table supports. Grasping her waist, he slid her forward so the saddle was under her hips and lower belly, her torso hanging over the other side and her ass in the air. She struggled, but he seized the rope fragments that dangled from her wrists and quickly lashed her wrists to her ankles.
"My God, Danny! Not this way!" She tried to imagine how her cunt must be gaping.
"Mom! This is the greatest! Wow, what a playground!" He ran his hand over her back and onto her ass. "You'd make a great toy!"
"Oh, sure!" She stared at the way her hair swept the ground, shimmering auburn strands brushing dung-rich, dark earth, and looked past her legs at Smokey, still shuffling around the corral with his engorged hard-on bobbing. It's a good thing he's not going to know what to do, she thought with a shudder. That thing's so big it would split me right down the middle! But God, how it would feel going in!
Danny acted as if he'd momentarily forgotten the donkey. He squatted at her head, reaching around her with both hands to fondle her breasts. "I like the way your tits hang when you're like this, Mom." He chuckled suddenly. "I think I'll milk you!" He repositioned his fingers and began to milk, using the technique he'd briefly practiced at a goat farm his school class had visited.
Helen cried out in a burst of excitement. The strange, rolling pressure made her boobs feel as if they were swelling, and her nipples stretched to generate a wild kind of sensation throughout her body. She felt a rush of heat into the dangling tips of her breasts, precisely as if there were milk rushing to be squirted out.
"Danny! My God, Danny baby! You're making an animal out of me!" Her snatch throbbed and fingers of fiery excitement raced over her. "Oh, Son!"
He continued to milk her until she was thrashing violently on the saddle, the ropes biting viciously into her wrists and ankles. She knew nothing had ever produced even a similar sensation in her breasts. "Ohhhh! Danny, you could make me cum doing that!"
"Yeah? You really mean that? Hey, I'm going to, sometime! Know what? I haven't seen you cum yet!"
"No," she gasped, sensing she was nearer an orgasm than at any previous time during the day.
"Mom, a woman can cum one time right after another, can't she?"
"Well…" she hesitated. "Sometimes."
"Bitchin'! How many times?"
"I don't know." The sensation in her breasts had spread until her whole body felt as if it were being milked. She threw her head up and clenched her teeth, feeling a great churning in her belly. Her head roared and spots danced before her eyes. She would cum now if she weren't careful. She dropped her head and tilted it to watch her son's hands. The sight of the strong fingers rolling the flesh of her breasts and crushing her quivering nipples sent a powerful mental stimulus through her. She strained her buttocks apart, then clamped them. A fierce contraction snapped her cuntmouth and raced inward along her barrel, with another and another behind it. She went rigid, forcing her limbs straight and arching her back. Her mouth opened wide, a deep, undulating groan pouring out. Tremors shook her and she knew only that she was lost in a sea of exquisite pleasure.
"Aghhhh…! Nnnng…! Danny, Danny, Danny!"
"Mom! MOM! You are! You're cumming! Jesus you're beautiful when you cum, Mom!"
Her contraction ceased and she fell limp, hanging breathlessly. Her son stroked her aching tits and ran his hands onto her belly. She felt something at her twat.
"Danny?" She struggled for air. "Danny, what's that at my crotch?"
"At your pussy, Mom? Hey! That's Smokey! He really digs the smell of pussy-juice!" Dan sprang to his feet and leaned over her.
She felt Smokey's wet nose rooting among her inflamed tissues and then something hot and rough stroking them.
"Mom! He's licking you! He acts like he's eating all that stuff!"
She shuddered and moaned, her diminishing passion bounding into full bloom again. Her hips rocked and she saw her hair swishing in the dirt. The broad tongue reached her cuntmouth and jabbed at it.
"Hey, Mom! Oh, Jesus! He's sticking his tongue down your cunt! Mom, he's going all the way in with it!"
The supple blade penetrated the length of her passage, snaking among the inner folds and scrubbing them. Her belly writhed and her ass leaped. She was in a frenzy, uncertain whether she was coming or not.
"Danny, baby! My God, he's eating me from the inside out!"
She felt the tongue leave her as quickly as it had entered.
"Boy, is he hot!" Danny exclaimed. "Mom, you ought to see the way he's humping! Just like he already had that cock in something! Hey! He's going to try!"
"OH, NO! No, Son! Don't let him!" She jerked at the ropes frantically. "Oh, please!"
"Mom, that's what we're out here for! Mom, he is! He's going to fuck you!"
Her vagina puckered with her sudden fright. Looking under the wide, inverted vee of her legs she could see the agitated donkey. His cock looked more formidable than before, and while she stared in fascination, she saw him rear on his hind legs and prance toward her. She bit her lips and waited.
"I won't let him put his hooves on you, Mom." Danny panted audibly and she guessed he was forcing the donkey's forefeet apart.
In a moment, she knew she was right. She felt the hard feet against her sides, slipping toward her chest. And she felt a great, hard point touch her twat, perfectly centered.
"You guided his penis, Danny," she said accusingly.
"Sure! Wouldn't want him in your ass, would you?"
The point jabbed repeatedly.
Art had a really good sized cock that filled her deliciously. Barry was a little larger than Art, a really snug fit in her pussy. Danny's cock was huge, but Smokey's shaft was monstrous and she felt her cunt stretch impossibly to engulf it. A deep, joy-choked groan was wrenched from her as the giant cock sank home. It filled her belly and made her taste iron. Smokey scrambled with his forefeet and lodged them against projections on the saddle. She felt his cock pumping in her like a monstrous piston, and her lust rocketed.
"He is, he is!" she yelled. "Danny! He's fucking me!"
"Oh, Jesus, Mom! He must be stretching you inside! He's got almost his whole dong in!"
She was able to see that his belly was within an inch of her pussy. And she could see his balls swing with the force of his lunges as he jerked his cock back and then drove it deeper into her in a terrifying succession of strokes. She was half-hypnotized by the contrast between her smoothly tapered, pale thighs and the donkey's shaggy, grotesque legs. She held her breath while his black belly slammed closer and closer to her twat and suddenly she felt his impact in her outer flesh as well as the depths of her belly. His hair was wire-stiff, and it stabbed a thousand pinholes in her ass. His cock stretched her so wide there was no room for further distention or for her over-taut rim to adapt and lose the sharp edge of the entering sensation. She jerked at her wrist ropes in time to the donkey's brutal rhythm, humping her body to meet his great thrusts. And she flung her head from side to side, biting at her shoulders in a frenzy of lust.
Agonizing contractions seized her twat, tightening it on Smokey's surging prick so hard she thought she'd rupture. "Honey!" she shouted. "Darling! I'm coming again!" She stiffened, absorbing the donkey's blows without any possibility of defense. "I'm coming! Oh, God, am I coming! EEEYAGHHH!"
At the height of her orgasm, she knew her vaginal walls were milking the tremendous cock. She felt the donkey rest his weight on her ass, his cock driven full length in her and quivering mightily. There was a great eruption of heat at the core of her belly and she saw her flesh balloon with the charge.
"He's coming! He's coming!" shouted Danny. "Mom! You ought to see him! Like he won the grand prize! Oh, Mom! Both of you!"
Although already buried to the hilt the donkey humped against her again and again. And with each lunge a huge swoosh of his cum was forced out of her overloaded pussy. She watched the cum dribble down her thighs and run down his swinging balls to be flicked off as he lunged again.
The donkey sagged on her and she collapsed over the saddle, helpless to extricate herself or expel the prick that impaled her. She felt giddy and weak, but she was conscious of a perverse pride in the fact that she'd been able to take the donkey's cock. She was strangely self-satisfied, too, that she'd been able to accept him well enough to react and to reach a climax. That she'd been good enough to make him come was her crowing achievement.
"Oh, Mom! That was something I'll never forget! I wish I'd had the video camera out here!"
"Danny Fredericson! Danny! You don't wish any such thing! You mention that camera again and you never will get to tie me up!"
"Aw, Mom!"
"I don't care! Just think what would happen if someone saw a movie of this!"
"Yeah, I guess so. Hey, Mom, Smokey's getting ready to get off!"
"You help him. I don't want him kicking me." There was an intense struggle. The donkey's cock hadn't shrunk sufficiently to come out without considerable tugging and his balance was poor. But with Danny's help Smokey was finally able to dismount Helen. She sighed deeply and let herself relax again.
"Now you can get me off here," she told Danny.
"Aw, Mom! Not yet."
"Now, Son."
"Naw, I've just got to do something. I'm ready to explode!"
"Danny!" she raged.
But she felt his hands on her buttocks, caressing them gently and squeezing them from time to time. She was furious at herself when she discovered herself humping with pleasure. It was bad enough to be defied; it was inexcusable to respond this way to her son's defiance. She made a sound that was half laugh and half sob.
"Goddamn it, honey! You're terrible!"
Danny laughed sympathetically. "I can't help it, Mom! Seeing you like this I can't help myself. Know what? I'm going to fuck you before I let you loose!"
"Oh, Danny! Not like this!"
"Like this." His fingers dipped into her twat and prodded the swollen lips of her pussy. He dragged his hands between her buttocks and thrust them repeatedly into her ass. She bounced with helpless desire. She knew she wanted him in her, no matter how grotesque her position.
"Danny?"
"Huh?"
"I want you to. I want you to, Son!"
He said, "This is going to be something else!"
She watched his feet as he stepped into the table, straddling her. He squatted and she supposed he was trying to decide how to make his cock point the right direction. He removed her speculation.
"I've got to work at it this time." He panted. "What I'm doing is bending my cock down so I can poke it in you. Almost right. There!"
She felt his bulb at her rectum.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Mom."
"No you're not, Danny! Danny! No! Don't… Unnnh…! Omigod, Danny!"
His cock had forced her sphincter until the great head had surged through. Now there seemed to be no end to the shaft as it plunged into her gut. She felt his balls press against his pussy and the bristles of his pubic hair mat around her tortured asshole. He began to stroke.
"Dan, Dan!" she groaned. "Oh, Dan, I'm awful! I love it!"
"God you're tight, Mom! Oh, God, Mom! I'm going to come just as fast as I did when you were on the table!"
He bounced on her ass, driving the breath from her in deep grunts and arousing her to a wild pitch of passion. She felt his fingers bite into her waist and his balls knock against her cunt. And suddenly he stopped bouncing.
"Ohhh!" he moaned as if in pain.
"Son! Danny! Are you all right?"
"It's coming out! Mom, I'm coming!" He settled on her and she felt a brutal force on her ass. She saw his feet leave the ground and extend behind her. She knew he was balancing his entire weight on the base of his cock while he spewed his jism into her intestine.
"Ahhh…" She sighed with pleasure, feeling every subtlety of his actions. She decide there might be an advantage not to reach her orgasm every time; climactic sensations could mask the finer details of her partner's cumming. She felt her son's cock swell with abrupt jerks as the heat spurted from it, and his balls twitched upward through her pubic hair and over her labia with each spurt. She heard his labored breathing and its rasping irregularity. And her gut filled for the second time in that position with a pool of hot cum. Dan rocked for a time before his body began to loosen. At last, he pushed himself off her and stood on the ground.
"Honey," she said, her voice muffled. "Get me down now, before Smokey decides to come back for seconds."
Danny laughed nervously. "Mom, if I thought he would, I'd keep you right where you are."
"Danny!"
"Aw, don't worry. He won't. He's had it." Danny untied her arms first, and when he loosened the second ankle, she slid head-first into the dirt. She lay in a heap waiting for her circulation to return, and Danny crouched beside her, massaging her limbs.
When the agony of renewed circulation subsided, she let him help her to her feet. "Come on back in the house, Son," she urged.
"Okay."
In the house, she realized it was past five. Danny seemed reluctant to take time out for supper, but she insisted.
"We'll both need all our strength," she suggested. "That is, unless you've had enough."
"We don't have to quit, do we Mom? We can fuck some more after supper, can't we?"
"Yes."
"All night, maybe?"
She laughed. "We'll see."
"That means you don't think we will."
"Honey, you're welcome to try as long as you can hold out. I promise."