But Eunice only needed a couple of items from the store. She was back in less than a half hour. Leaving her car parked in the driveway beside the house, she entered the kitchen through the side door. Once inside the house, she thought she heard movement in Becky's room.
Sounds like she's up, Eunice thought. Might as well get it over with.
Steeling herself for the unpleasant task ahead, she set the bag containing her purchases on the counter beside the refrigerator, and deciding to confess the whole shameful truth of what she'd done, made her way through the house to tell her daughter that, under the circumstances, she thought it would be best for her to find another place to live.
Becky's door was closed. Nervous because of the scene ahead, feeling dreadfully guilty over corrupting Reed, Eunice raised her hand to knock instead of just opening the door and going in as she might've normally done.
Lord, how I dread this, she thought, and hesitated momentarily, fighting the urge to back down and do nothing.
"Damn, that feels good!" she heard Becky murmur in a throaty voice.
Eunice didn't know what to think. Becky was alone, wasn't she? But her words had a ring of excitement about them, the same breathy tone she'd used when Eunice had overheard her speaking to the young man in the living room a few nights back. There were other noises filtering through the door, too. A sort of soft, rhythmic rustling. And was that panting she detected?
What the devil is going on in there? Eunice wondered and, instead of knocking, she pressed her ear to the door.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
She could hear Becky sighing softly. And that was panting! Becky wasn't the one panting though. She had someone else in there with her!
My word! Eunice exclaimed silently. She wouldn't dare! There wasn't time!
"Oh, baby, what a hunk of meat! Oouuu, yes yes… hump it to me!"
A door to door salesman! Eunice thought with alarm. Oh, no! Becky's morals aren't that low… are they?
But Becky wasn't alone in there, and judging from what she'd said, together with the rhythmic rustling of the mattress, Eunice had no doubt as to what was taking place.
She's having intercourse! I leave the house for a few minutes, and come back to this! What unmitigated gall! Eunice fumed. I don't know where she found a man so quick, or who it is she's got in there with her, but I'll be damned if I'll put up with this kind of thing! She's not going to get away with it! Not in MY house!
Puffing up with righteous indignation – her own sins temporarily forgotten – Eunice twisted the knob and flung open the door. Into the room she charged, intending to lash out at her daughter and run the man – whoever he was – out of her house. But the scene she witnessed stopped her in her tracks. She was stunned speechless, shocked to the very core of her being by what she saw. Becky didn't have a man in her room after all, it was Buster, that horse of a dog that Eunice had relegated to the back yard! Her only child wasn't committing adultery, as Eunice had feared, she was doing something a thousand times worse! She was locked in bestial intercourse with that huge Great Dane! Eunice let out a thin, high-pitched wail of horrified incredulity. The room seemed to be whirling around her. She felt sure she was going to faint!
"Oh, My God! Mom!" Becky gasped, her rosy cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment. "What are you doing back so soon?!"
All Eunice could do was stand there with her mouth agape and her eyes bugging out in shocked disbelief. Becky was lying crossways on the bed with her rear end resting at the very edge. Her red-nailed toes and the balls of her dainty feet touched the floor. The regal animal stood on his hind feet between her widely spread legs. He had his forelegs wrapped around her supine torso. His rump was arching swiftly back and forth, driving his long, bright red erection in and out of the pink-lipped slot of Becky's clefted mound.
To her credit, Becky attempted to push the dog off her. But he weighed a good 150 pounds and they were well into the lewd act now. Buster didn't want to stop and his mistress couldn't budge him because of the weakness of her aroused condition. He kept thrusting vigorously into her, just as he had when her husband had walked in on them.
"Shit, not again!" Becky whined helplessly as she gave up trying to dislodge the horny dog. She fell limply back to the bed, taking her screwing, enjoying it in spite of the sense of shame which her mother's unannounced entry evoked in her. "All right, damn it, say it! I know you're thinking it! But, good grief, Mom, you could've knocked!"
Eunice blinked rapidly, her mouth forming words which her voice box failed to produce. "And I… s-see… now that I…should have kn-knocked!" she stammered when, after clearing her throat, she finally found her voice. "I d-don't believe it! I see it… but st-still… can't believe… that MY daughter… would do such a… such a… God forbid! Becky, how could you… with a DOG?!"
Having listened to the same kind of astonished mumblings from her husband, Becky knew that her mother, too, would soon be giving her all kinds of hell. She was in no mood to take that sort of crap right now, or, for that matter, ever again.
"Get off it!" she snapped and, looking directly into her mother's saucerlike brown eyes, she slid her arms back around the powerful shoulders of the sleek-coated Great Dane and started hunching her pleasured pussy up to him again. "Who's it hurting, huh? If you want to know something, it's damned… mmmmmm… good! Buster's better than any man I've evvv-er had! Okay, go ahead and condemn me if you've got to-oouuu… but Mom, you really ought to try it before you knock it!"
"Meee?! Do a thing like that?! Why, it's… unspeakably perverted!I'd never dream of trying it! How dare you even suggest such a filthy thing to me?! I'm your mother!"
"Oh, what's the use," Becky hissed. Then she closed her gold-flecked brown eyes and, ignoring her shocked mother as best she could, began stroking Buster's arching back as she rocked her flared, womanly hips in time to the deeply penetrating jabs of his steadily shuttling penis.
"I won't watch this… this sordid display of animal lust!"
"Close the door on your… aaahh… way out!" Becky said without opening her eyes.
"I won't have it!" Eunice screamed. "Do you hear me?! I won't have it! Not in my house!"
"I hear you," Becky said. "If you don't lower your voice, the… oh, sweet dick… neighbors will, too!"
Eunice hissed through gritted teeth. She stamped her feet in dismayed frustration. But she didn't want the neighbors to hear her screaming, so she lowered her voice. "Have you no shame?" she asked caustically. "No shame at all?!"
"Not much, I guess," Becky admitted. "Now will you go away and… ohhh… leave me alone. I don't expect you to understand, but I need this fucking! Let Buster bring me off before you kick me out! Is that too much to ask?"
"It most certainly is!" Eunice snorted. "You stop that… that… that disgusting act at once! Becky, I'm talking to you! Do you hear me? I've spoken, young lady! Damn it, quit! Get that beast off you right now! Stop it, stop ittt!!!"
But Becky couldn't stop. Buster was in control now, and besides, it was getting too good for her even to want to break it off. Her femininely dainty toes sank halfway into the shag carpet on the bedroom floor as she bore down with her feet, employing the muscles in her long, shapely legs to help her hammer her firebox of a pussy up to the panting, rapidly hunching dog.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!" the young woman chanted, the delicate features of her fine-boned face mirroring the intensity of her runaway passion. Becky sincerely regretted that her mother had to see her this way, but she was hot and bothered and just couldn't help it. She tuned Eunice out and, in seconds, forgot all about her.
When she saw that her admonitions were having no effect whatsoever, Eunice quit yelling and stood there glaring venomously with her hands clenched into tight fists. She was distraught, to say the least. Damned near apoplectic with rage, actually. But although she deplored the horrid act of bestiality being enacted before her, she wouldn't leave the room. God knew she wanted to get out of there, before it made her sick to her stomach, but she stubbornly refused to be ordered about in her own house by her sinful daughter!
In truth, Eunice was only kidding herself again. No matter how she rationalized an excuse to remain right where she was standing, her real, albeit subconscious, reason for wanting to remain in the room was a mounting sense of fascination over the sordid tableau she was witnessing. Every nerve and cell in her motherly being cried out against the depravity her eyes beheld, but in no time the horror of it melted away and Eunice found herself becoming strangely excited by the sight of the huge dog fucking into the lovely body of her breathless, incessantly sighing daughter.
"Ooohhh…shit, that's good!" Becky squealed, slamming her sopping snatch up to the cadence set by the Great Dane's swiftly bobbing butt. "Go, Buster, go! Give it tooo me, baby!Harder! Faster! Aaah, aaahhh!!!"
The regal animal kept humping it to her at the same rate of speed. His pointy ears stood up as if he were alert, although his large, soulful eyes were turning glassy now and his tongue was hanging out of his panting mouth, both of which denied the condition indicated by his ears. But the horse of a dog didn't need his subhuman brain for this. The mating instinct had taken him over. All the strength in his 150 pound body was mobilized for the single purpose of screwing until he emptied the massive load of semen in his large, aching testicles. To the dull mentality of the purebred Great Dane, the gorgeous honey blonde he was servicing might as well have been a canine bitch in heat happened upon in some back alley.
Not so to Eunice, however. This was her daughter that four-legged beast was ravishing, and she was thinking, Father in heaven, how could a beautiful girl from a good Christian home sink so low as to willfully commit such a heinous crime against nature?! Just look at her! Wallowing in sin. Actually reveling in the wickedness of their bestial union!
But wicked or not, Eunice was getting worked up against her will. The lurid sight of that long beet-red penis pistoning in and out of Becky's blonde-haired split was beginning to have its inevitable effect on the sexually deprived widow. What with Becky's tiny outcries ringing lewdly in her ears, not to mention the panting of the dog and her daughter's labored breathing, the animal's tapering organ was starting to look good to Eunice too.
Shut up, Becky! she felt like shouting. Stop that sighing and moaning! It sounds delicious! Oh, God help me, you're making me… wonder how it would feel to have his peter in me! Oh, nooo! I mustn't think that way! Temptation, get thee behind me!
At first, Eunice had thought she ought to get the broom and beat the dog off her lust-crazed daughter, and she wished she'd done it. Her fear of the large animal had prevented this action, though, and now it was too late. Suddenly Buster was thrusting faster, whining, yelping. She could see a prominent bulge slipping up the inflamed shaft of his furiously pistoning organ.
It's his semen! she wailed inwardly. He's going to squirt that nasty dog sperm into my little girl's belly! Oh, God forbid!
"I feel it!" Becky trilled, her luscious rump revolving in a tight circle now, for the glassy-eyed animal was ramming it to her much too fast for her to keep up with him. "Your cum!Slipping into me! Higher! Ohhhhh! Deeper! Aaahhhhh! Yes, yes! Shoot it, Buster! Now, now nnoowww!!!"
The powerful dog's rear end flew back and forth perhaps a dozen more times and then, letting out a howl, he crammed the full length of his throbbing prick into her blonde twat for the final time, whimpering and whining as his body shuddered with the onset of release.
"Aaaahhhhh… God, Goddd!!!" Becky screeched. Her head snapped from side to side, her mouth hanging open and her eyes clenched shut. "Ohh, yesss… squirt it into meee… hot and deeeep!Me, too! Ohhhhh! I'm cumming… with youuu… cumming, cumminggg… nnnaaaggghhh!!!"
Becky fell back sobbing ecstatically as her perfectly proportioned, perspiration-dampened body was wracked by a series of flesh-quaking tremors.
This was too much for Eunice. Something inside her snapped. She knew she should've been disgusted but she wasn't. The Great Dane was ejaculating his animal seed into the depths of her daughter's heaving human belly and, instead of screaming in outrage, Eunice melted. It was the most wicked, erotic thing she'd ever seen. Her own cunt gave a hungry gulp. She could almost feel it herself, the surging mass of hot dog cum that Becky was receiving at that instant. An illicit thrill raced zigzag up Eunice's spine, crackling around in her spinning head like a charge of static electricity addling her brain to the point where she shivered helplessly with a rush of unwanted but overpowering vicarious pleasure.
When Buster finally backed his tapering red penis out of Becky, Eunice could only stand there whimpering and gasping for breath. As the huge dog flopped down on the floor and began licking his still-erected organ, Eunice stared in a state of enthralled shock at the sight of his whitish sperm oozing out over the puffy pink lips of her grown child's gaping gash. The widow's legs felt like rubber. Her knees were knocking together. She had her hands clenched into fists, her arms hanging limply at her sides. It felt as if her loins were actually on fire. The hairy hole between her legs was snapping with need, burning, itching fiercely.
"All right, go ahead and give me hell if you've got to," Becky said as she sat up shamefacedly. Without looking at her mother, she plucked four facial tissues from the box on the bedside table and started mopping her cummy crotch.
Eunice said nothing. She stood there shivering, her gaze torn between the equally fascinating sights of the dog lying on the floor licking his dick and her daughter cleaning herself as she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs wide apart.
After a moment of silence broken only by the animal's wetly lapping tongue and the sounds of the three of them breathing, Becky, expecting all hell to break loose any second now, glanced up cringingly at her mother. But the odd expression on Eunice's ovoid face held no trace of censorious outrage. In fact, her expression was rather blank, almost totally devoid of any emotion.
"Mom…? Are you all right?"
Eunice whimpered.
"What?" Becky asked, thinking her mother had said something. She tossed the wad of secretion-dampened tissues to the floor and got to her feet. "I didn't hear you," she said concernedly, approaching Eunice.
"I… didn't say… anything," Eunice stammered, averting her gaze from the inquisitive eyes of her child.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"N-N-Nothing!" Eunice stuttered.
"Huh-oh," Becky breathed when she noticed the glassy sheen of her mother's eyes, and the almost imperceptible twitching at the right corner of her mouth. "It got to you, didn't it?"
Again Eunice whimpered. She shook her head slightly.
"You always told me never to lie, Mom, so don't you do it now. Did it make you hot, watching Buster give it to me?"
For a moment it looked like Eunice was going to cry. Then she hung her head in shame, and muttered, "I c-couldn't… help it!"
"Uh-huh… that's what I thought. Well, now you know how I feel at times, don't you?" Becky asked. She put one hand on her mother's shoulder and cupped the other under her chin, lifting her head. "Look at me, Mom. Yeah, I read you now. Your lips are trembling. No, don't close your eyes. You might lie, but your eyes will tell me the truth. You want to take Buster on yourself, don't you. You're dying to have his cock rammed up you, aren't you?"
"Becky!" Eunice gasped. "How dare you ta-talk to me like that!"
The daughter smiled enigmatically as she reached behind her mother and unzipped her dress. "Why not? It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Nooh!" Eunice whined as she felt her dress being tugged down off her shoulders. "What do you… th-think you're doing?!"
"Undressing you, Mother dear," Becky said matter-of-factly. "You don't want to get fucked with your clothes on, do you?"
"Becky, noooh! Oh, please, leave me alone!" Eunice wailed, clutching at the younger woman's hands.
"No way," Becky said with a grin. She pushed her mother's hands away and continued removing her clothes. "You want it, no matter what you say, and I'm going to see that you get it. You're as weak and sinful as I am, Mom. In a moment you'll be just as guilty, too. Maybe we can be friends then, huh? Because you won't have anything throw up to me, will you? Tell me you don't want it. Prove it to me. Slap my face and I'll leave you alone."
Eunice lifted her right hand in a series of jerky movements. She drew it back to slap Becky. Her hand hung suspended in the air for an hour-long minute, shaking like a leaf, then it fluttered back down to her side. "I'm so ashamed!" she moaned, as Becky pulled off her brassiere, allowing her large its to sag down naked and exposed.
"Once he gets it in you, you'll get over that," Becky said. She kissed Eunice on the cheek, then hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and, stooping, drew them and her half slip over the generous flare of her middle-aged hips. She whisked the undergarments down the tapering columns of Eunice's fleshy legs until they were hunched, together with her dress, around her disproportionately trim ankles. "You can't kid me, now, Mom. Your panties are soaking wet. You're really juicy for your age, too."
"Don't ta-talk that way, Becky! It's nasty!"
"Nasty but nice, huh, Mom? Yeah, I know just how you feel. Why don't you go ahead and admit that your cunt's hungry for the feel of a good stiff dick? I can see that it is, anyway."
"God help me!" Eunice puled. "Yes, damn it, you're right! I don't know what's come over me! But I… just c-can't… fight it any more!"
"No need to fight it," Becky chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy it. I won't tell anyone. Come on now, lift your feet for me. That's the way."
It was incredible to Eunice that she, of all people, was giving in to something so blatantly perverted as this. The whole thing seemed unreal, as if one part of her was standing off at a distance, watching in horror as the other part of her lifted first one foot then the other so her misbehaving temptress of a daughter could strip her to the buff and lure her to the bed where she knew she would he enticed by Becky into partaking of her own sordid shame.
"Come on, Mom."
Becky was standing now. They were both completely nude. Eunice felt her hand being enclosed. She was being drawn toward the bed.
"No, no… oh, please… nooh!" she breathed. "I c-can't do such a… such a wicked thing as this!"
"Sure you can," Becky cooed. "You'll love it too. You're about to get the screwing of your life, Mom. Just wait till Buster gets his prong in you. It's hotter than a man's. He lasts longer, especially the second time around. He can go for more than an hour with the same hard-on if I help him along a little. Sit down. That's it, on the edge of the mattress. Now just lie back and spread your legs. I'll help him get it into you, and then he'll take it from there. Jesus, I've never seen him do it to anyone else. I'm getting hot again myself, Mom. Wow, I never dreamed you and I would be doing anything like this! Together, I mean. It's great! What fun we're going to have from now on! Come on, Buster! Up and at 'em, boy! Mom's ready for that woman-pleaser of yours now, and I want see you giving it to her good!"
Without being conscious of cooperating in her debasement, Eunice found herself lying supine, crossways on the bed in the same open-legged toes-on-the-floor position she'd found Becky in when she'd first entered the room. She felt weak and feverish, had virtually no will of her own. The fruit of her own womb – twenty-eight and now a woman in her own right – was leading Eunice down the primrose path to perversion and, to save her life, she couldn't resist. She was worked up to a frenzied pitch of unnatural lust. The animal-like ravings of her perverted passion were taking her over body and soul, making her a slave to the abnormal longings of her demented desire.
Oh, the shame of it! Eunice moaned inwardly, even as she lay there breathless with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the vulgar moment when that horny horse of a dog would mount her and sink his obscene phallus deep into her tormented torso.
Like most dogs, Buster wouldn't mount a new bitch – and that's all either of the women would be to him so long as he had an erection – without smelling her first. Becky had to yank on his collar to get him in between Eunice's fleshy thighs. Once he was close enough to catch the musky scent of the older woman's aroused twat, however, his ears perked up in interest. In typical canine fashion, he sniffed his way right up to her crotch, the dark brown triangle of which, due to its 46 years, contained a smattering of isolated, silver-gray pubic hairs.
If the animal noticed the silver strands, they in no way deterred him. The aroma seemed to please him, in fact, for he nosed right into the parted cleft of her puffy sex and sniffed it testingly before he backed up slightly and gave a half-sneeze of approval. She hadn't passed inspection yet, though. Her vagina was A-Okay, but he still had to check out her asshole before he would accept her for copulation.
"Yiii!" Eunice puled, when she felt that cold, wet nose working in between the heated cheeks of her plump rump.
Except for her heaving chest, Eunice lay deathly still. She'd never cared for pets and, although she was panting with lust, she was still afraid of the mammoth dog, even though she was now willing to let him screw her. She could hear him sniffing her anus, could feel his breath, which was remarkably hot compared to the icy condition of his nose, bathing over the inner surfaces of her smooth, fearfully cringing buttocks.
"Eee-yyyiiii!!!" she squealed, when suddenly Buster snaked out his long hot tongue and licked her with his stamp of approval from her puckered rectum clear up to her clitoris, the roughened upper surface of his taste organ gliding up through the trough of her elliptical split then dragging abrasively over the nerve-rich tip of her elongated pleasure button, which stood out like a fiery finger of flesh in the inverted V at the top of her dripping cuntal orifice.
It felt so good she thought she would piss all over herself. But of course she couldn't have passed water right then if her life had depended on it. Her sexual parts were congested with blood to the point where her urinary passage was temporarily squeezed shut.
"I'll bet Dad never did that to you, did he," Becky said, beaming approval as her Great Dane took a few tentative laps into the dilated vestibule of her mother's vintage snatch.
"He t-tried but… I would never let him," Eunice gasped, her eyes growing larger and larger with disbelief as the full impact of the dog scratchy tongue sent flaming arrows of perverted pleasure shooting through her loins. "Ohh, ohh… how can something so filthy… feel so g-good?"
"It is lovely, isn't it?" Becky chuckled with lewd delight. "But don't flip out yet, Mom, the best is still to come! Up, Buster! Into the saddle, boy, it's time to ride!"
Becky grasped the dog's collar, tugging upward as she reached back and took hold of his secretion-dripping, fully-erected penis.
"Woof, Woof!" Buster barked, rearing up on his hind legs. His forelegs pawed the air in a horselike manner as he hopped forward on his hind paws, allowing his mistress to use his peter like a handle as she pulled him into position.
"Oh, my stars!" Eunice whined, cringing fearfully as the fawn-colored form loomed above her. She clenched shut her eyes as the glossy-coated beast descended, his weight rocking the bed when he planted his forepaws into the mattress just below her shaven armpits.
"Relax, Mom. Buster won't hurt you. He might drool on you a little bit when he gets going good, but I doubt if you'll even notice it by then."
Eunice tried to take Becky's advice. But she was too terrified to relax, and too hot to back out. Fearing that this would be the end of her, the fallen widow lay there docilely with her eyes clenched shut and the hands of her outflung arms made into fists. She was shivering with a paralyzing mixture of fright and desire, feeling for all the world as if she was about to be sacrificed to some obscene, horned God of bestial lust.
Then she felt the forefront of her daughter's hand snuggling up to the hair-fringed flanges of het blood-engorged labia majora. She whimpered piteously and bit down on her lower lip.
"Get ready, Mom!"
Eunice steeled herself for the unnatural join of their human and animal genitals. A mental image of the Great Dane's phallus flashed before her, causing her to shudder reflexively. It was long, broad at the base and tapering down to about the size of a pencil eraser at the front, that reminded her of a ring sizer she'd once seen in jewelry shop. Only it was red, not metallic-colored, inflamed and angry-looking. The very thought of that wicked thing penetrating her struck new fear in her palpitating heart, and yet she could hardly wait to feel it thrusting into the burning, itching slot between her shaking, wantonly parted legs.
The tip of it touched the tiny opening of her crimson inner labia. Eunice sucked in her breath and turned her head to the side. She held her lungs full of air, her heart hammering wildly against her rib-cage, as her daughter's hand guided the pointed head of the animal's huge erection through cringing portal of her labia minora and into the lower region of her yearning vagina beyond.
"Ooohh… ooohhh!" Eunice sighed, letting her lungs deflate slowly as the tormenting itch of her insane arousal made her squirm about in sensual discomfort.
"Now, boy!" Becky yelled, and suddenly her hand was gone.
Just as suddenly the huge dog hunched forward, emitting an amazingly human-sounding grunt, and skewered the awesome length of his throbbing red cock full into Eunice with one powerful arch of his back.
"Nnnaaarrrhhh!!" she screamed, and then sucked in her breath raggedly as her body began quaking helplessly from the mixture of pain and pleasure which the deft impalement sent washing over her.
A pair of fuzzy nuts hit her in the ass. The dog's underbelly smacked down over her trembling abdomen. She'd never been so full of pulsating prick in all her life. The base of Buster's organ was at least as big around as the average man's, and because of its length – seven inches or more – the pointed head had rammed into the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus and shoved the most feminine of all her female organs a good two inches higher into her abdominal cavity. The hairy mouth of her sex hole was forced open as it hadn't been for more than three long years, and the elastic walls of her inner sheath were stretched by the upward displacement of her womb during the lengthening of her vagina to accommodate the final inches of the tapering ramrod which had reamed her to size.
It hurt to have so much hard meat rammed up her so swiftly, but it was a good hurt. A damn good hurt! Huffing to catch her breath – the rough penetration had literally knocked the wind out of her lungs – Eunice thrashed about like a rabbit that'd been run through with a sharp stick while Buster settled down onto her and clasped her torso with his forelegs, getting himself into position for the long ride ahead.
"Well, Mom, what do you think of this stud hound now?" Becky cackled with glee.
"Who the hell… ooohhh… can think at a… mmmm… time like thisss?!!" Eunice hissed, gritting her teeth and batting her eyelids as the Great Dane began stroking it to her in an unhurried, almost lazy manner.
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it once he got going. You do, too, don't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Eunice admitted. "I can't… aaahh… help but like it! Oh,shit… ooohhhh… fuck me, you beautiful beast! Nnnn, God, that's good! Oh ohh! Just what… aaahh… I… neededdd!!!"
"Do my ears deceive me?" Becky asked with giggle. "Is that MY mother I hear talking dirty? Out of all the times I listened through the wall, I never heard you say anything like that while Dad was balling you! You must really be hot!"
"I m-must be crazy!" Eunice wailed, beginning to grind her well-padded posterior in a jerky circular motion as the increasing pleasure of the dog's red pecker shuttling within her pulsing pussy made it impossible for her to lie still a second longer. "But, Lord, forgive me, I… just… don't… caarreee!!!"
"It's good to hear you testify, Sister Murphy," Becky chuckled with lewd amusement, as if they were in church, but the pained expression which her mocking remark brought to her mother's face wiped the silly grin off Becky's. "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have said that. I'll shut up now and let you enjoy your fucking. Just relax, dear, and let it all hang out. You've got a climax coming that you wouldn't believe right now. You'll thank me when this is over, wait and see."
Becky lit a cigarette and climbed onto the head of the bed in a cross-legged sitting position. She leaned back against the headboard and made herself comfortable. From experience she knew that Buster was just getting warmed up. He'd shot his first load fairly quick because she hadn't given him a workout in about a month. But he was working on his second cum now, and that would take considerably longer. She smiled to herself. Her mother was in for a good long ride. At least ten minutes. Once Buster started humping away, there was no stopping him until he shot off.
"You're going to get some of that fat bottom fucked off of you, Mom," Becky said under her breath. "It'll do you a world of good, too. Maybe you won't be so uptight after this."
Widow Murphy didn't appear particularly uptight now. Beads of perspiration were beginning to pop out on her plump torso. She was breathing rather hard. Her toes and the balls of her feet pushed down at the carpeted floor. It was getting good to her. She was trying to work with the huge dog, as she'd seen her more experienced daughter doing, but Eunice's upward lunges were jerky and uneven whereas Becky's had been smooth and rhythmic. The fatty undersurfaces of her fleshy thighs hung down somewhat, swaying and quivering as she strained to hump her pleasured puss up to the steadily thrusting Great Dane.
"Ohh, good… good… it feels… soo goooddd!!!" she panted, timidly stroking the powerful shoulders of the regal animal above her.
Now that his forelegs were locked beneath her sides, most of Buster's underside was in contact with her body and she was supporting perhaps half of his 150 pounds. The firm pressure of his gently rocking form was pleasant to her in her current condition of mind-fogging passion. She especially liked the feel of his warm, furry body rubbing against the moist surface of her creamy-textured human skin. It was so different from the feel of her deceased husband, who'd always supported his weight on his knees and elbows at her request, because too much bodily contact when they were having intercourse had made her feel as if she were being smothered.
There was no sensation of smothering for Eunice this time, although her labored breathing might've made it appear that way to a casual observer. The furry warmth of the large dog wasn't the only thing different she noticed about him either. Evidently Buster's testicles were riding high against his body for they bump, bump, bumped against her anus in a delightful tickling manner instead of slapping repeatedly into the cleft of her buttocks the way her husband's loosely hanging gonads used to do. Buster's penis was longer, too. The animal was fucking into her deeper than she'd ever been penetrated during her marital relations. It thrilled the sex-starved widow anew each time she felt the pointed head of his tool jabbing at the hypersensitive mouth of her womb. Because of its shape – man-thick at the base with a head not much larger than the worn eraser of a wooden pencil – the tapering shaft of the thrusting dog dick kept the elastic rim of her cuntal entrance opening and closing around its incessantly stroking shaft. It was like being penetrated for the first time all over again every time he sank that long, slippery spear balls-deep into the moist heat of her submissively fluttering belly.
And it was so hot, too. Much hotter than a man's! The rear half of his driving dong felt as if it was actually searing her little-used sex hole as it probed insistently into her, gliding effortlessly through the elliptical opening of her well-lubricated outer labia only to stretch the tightly gripping ring of her crimson inner labia again and again, the repeated dilation of these rubber-like, ultra-sensitive vaginal flanges sending a constant stream of illicit thrills rippling through her.
The sensual pleasure of being taken in bestial intercourse by her daughter's big horny dog rapidly mushroomed to the point where Eunice thought she was going to pass out from the sheer physical rapture of the obscene fucking she was getting.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!" she chanted, hugging the Great Dane now, rubbing her cheek against the glossy-smoothness of his hairy neck. "I never dreamed… it would be… th-this good! I'm about to cum! Ohhh! Keep screwing me! Oh, God, yesss! Oouuu! Push me… oovveeerrr!!!"
Neither increasing nor decreasing the speed of his seemingly effortless screwing motions, Buster kept humping it to her. His back arched rhythmically. His rear end shuttled gracefully back and forth at the rate of about two strokes per second, driving the inflamed pole of his turgid penis in and out of the swollen, secretion-slick gap of the woman's pulsating pussy.
"Uunnn, uunnn… oh, shit… he's bringing… me offf!" Eunice moaned gaspingly.
Her toes turned up. She pressed down on the floor with the balls of her feet; elevating her pelvis as the bittersweetness of the preorgasmic tightenings in her loins caused her torso to bow upward and turn rigid with expectation.
Evidently Buster didn't mind the way her change in posture made his dick bend slightly downward inside her, for he continued humping blissfully, his eyes glittering glassily and his slender red tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Now…nnoowww!!!" Eunice shrilled, her droopy buttocks quivering ecstatically as she fell back limply to the bed. "I'm cumming! Oh, God, Goddd… cumming, cumming, cumming… cccuuummmiiinnnggg!!!"
"That's the girl, Mom!" Becky rasped. It gave her a helluva charge to see her mother behaving this way. "Shit, yes, cum! Have a good cum! You know you're being hosed now, don't you?! Oh, Goddamn, yeahh… let it all hang out!"
"Hhhaaaa-lllaaahhh!!!" Eunice trilled, her body shuddering out of control as the feminine features of her ovoid face contorted into a mask of disbelief at the intensity of the carnal rapture sweeping over her.
Eunice was having a spine-tingling climax this time. It was incredibly good, better than she'd ever dared hope that cumming could be!
"Ooohhhhhh… Oh, Jesus God!" she groaned gutturally; her legs shaking and her head rocking mindlessly from side to side.
Buster was still pumping it to her, his tapering organ sawing happily away within the fluttering folds of her hair-rimmed crack, and the continued stimulation of her twitching sexual parts only heightened the already blissful pleasure of Eunice's toe-curling orgasm.
"Uuuuunnnnnn, uuuuunnnnnnnn. aaahhh-gggaaahhhh!!!" she bleated, a measles-like sex rash breaking out on her chest and upper abdomen.
The velvety walls of her vagina clutched spastically at the turgid column of bone-hard dog dick reaming rhythmically up her to bump repeatedly against the tender cervix of her spasmodically convulsing uterus.
"Ooohhhhh… aaahhhh… oh, Good Lloorrddd… nneee-yyyaaahhh!!!"
She cried out shrilly when her climax reached its mind-numbing peak, then lay there shivering all over, moaning and sighing, sweating, as the state of bliss to which she'd been transported ebbed slowly away, with the Great Dane still plowing his prick into the weakly twitching furrow between her trembling legs.
"Did it feel as good as it sounded?" Becky asked when her mother's eyes finally fluttered open.
"Better!" Eunice sighed. She smiled guiltily. She didn't feel nearly as ashamed of herself as she thought she should.
"Change your mind about my stud hound?"
"Mm-hmmmmm!"
Becky chuckled. "Glad I sicked him on you?"
"I shouldn't admit it," Eunice murmured. "But you'd know I was lying if I denied it, wouldn't you?"
"After the way you flipped out? Yeah, I sure would."
"It's terribly depraved, Becky, letting a dog do it to you!" Eunice whined as a pinprick of conscience stabbed her. "But I can't honestly say that I'm sorry. It was shameful of you to take advantage of my moment of weakness the way you did. I should be furious with you, but I guess you can see that I'm not. Okay, you've proved your point. You got me to try it, and I'll have to admit it was the best, uh, screwing I've ever had. I'm not blaming you; I'm not condemning you. I think I must be crazy, talking like this. But it's over and done with now, and I've, uh, had my jollies, so to speak, so what I want to know now is: how do I turn this damned fucking machine off?"
"Oh, Mom," Becky giggled. "You're a scream and I just love you to pieces now that I know you're human like me. To answer your question, though, I'm afraid that 'fucking machine' doesn't have an off switch."
"Then please pull the beautiful beast off your poor mother."
"Why?" Becky laughed. She was delighted with the apparent change in her mother. "Don't you like his cock?"
"Yes, my wicked daughter, I like his cock very much, and I expect I'll be having more of it from time to time now that you've led me astray. At the moment, however, I'm numb from knees to navel and can scarcely feel it working inside me. I've had quite enough to satisfy me for the time being, but I can tell by the gleam in those lovely eyes of yours that you haven't, so how about trading places with me?"
"Huh?"
It was Eunice's turn to laugh now. "You said he didn't have an off switch. That means he'll just keep hammering away until he shoots off again, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but…"
"But, nothing, pull him off me! There's no sense in wasting that nice firm erection on a pussy that's too satiated to fully appreciate it, is there?"
Becky grinned lewdly. She was beginning to understand now. "Why, Mother, if I didn't know better," she teased, "I'd think you just wanted to see him fucking it to me again!"
"You see right through me, don't you, you pretty little bitch? If you must know, yes, that is what I want, to see him cramming it into your gorgeous cunt again. How about humoring the old gal who raised you?"
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now!" Becky squealed gleefully as she jumped up willing and eager to comply with her mother's very UNmotherly request.