I had to get off my bed. My hand was already starting to slide under my skirt, cirling my clit. I pulled my hand away and decided to head into the living room. I could turn on a movie to get my mind off of last night.

I flipped through the channels, stopping when I found a decent love story to watch. I'm a sucker for love stories. I got confortable on the couch, laying on my side with my elbow propped up, head resting in my hand. Bruce and Buck were both lying on the floor, asleep. I forced the idea of waking them up out of my mind. I was determined to watch this movie.

The movie was one I'd never seen before, and was halfway decent. I was a good half hour into the predictable storyline when the couple--predictably--realized that they were in love with one another and shared their first kiss. That scene soon led into another, where they were in an apartment, and things were getting steamy. All throughout the movie I had been drooling over the main actor in the movie-He was the personification of my type. As his clothes started coming off, I started to get wet again. Pretty soon my cute love story had turned into a porno.

The couple was on the bed, and he was on top of her. I closed my eyes for a moment as my hands ran down my body. I sat up now, leaning against the back of the sofa, my feet spread on the floor. My eyes were glued to my hottie's muscular back. It surprised me that the movie wasn't edited, leaving this part out, but I wasn't complaining. I closed my eyes as one of my fingers found my folds. My skirt was bunched up around my waist at this point as my hands didn't hesitate to pull off my now-wet thong. I threw it to the ground, too eager to even look where I tossed it. My eyes were closed again, and I could hear my man's moans on the TV. One hand slid under my shirt, squeezing my breasts as the other delved in between my legs. I rubbed my clit, soon moaning. I was dripping wet. I was just about to finally slide a finger into me, but instead I felt something different. I opened my eyes just in time to see Bruce's head between my legs. He took one whiff of me right before whipping out his tongue, which dragged slowly across my wet cunt. I couldn't help but moan softly.

I thought about shooing him away again, but I didn't. Thoughts of last night ran around in my head, and I didn't hisitate to spread my legs wider. Guilt or no guilt-this felt too damn amazing. I wasn't about to try and get Bruce to stop. As I spread my legs out, he started licking me with more enthusiasm. My ass was hanging off the edge of the couch, which allowed Bruce to lick from my ass hole up to my burning clit.

He obviously liked what he tasted, because after he licked just about every inch of my lips, clit and ass, he started concentrating solely on my cunt. His nose was cold as he pressed his muzzle against my crotch. My hands were shaking as I closed my eyes and threw my head back. His licking was sharper now, only at the area directly around my pussy. I moaned again, his rough tongue sending shivers through my body. Just then, his tongue flicked inside me. He had licked all the juices from around the outside of my cunt, and still apparently wanted more.

Soon his tongue was entering me, now lapping up the juices inside my pussy. I moaned loudly now, just on the verge of orgasm. I started thrusting my hips against him, my body begging for release. I was literally just about to climax....

And that's when the licking stopped. I looked down, confused as to why he had stopped. Right as I looked down, Bruce jumped up, his front paws on either side of me on the couch with his back paws still on the floor.

While my brain was still trying to register why in the hell he had chosen that exact moment to stop licking, something else hot and wet pushed against my clit. I immediately realized what he was trying to do, and a wave of excitement washed over me. I no longer cared that he had stopped licking my cunt, and spread my legs wider, reaching down with one hand to wrap my fingers around his hard cock. I wanted him inside me again; I wanted to feel him pound his dick deep inside me.

My grip on him tightened as he thrust his hips. I'm sure my hand on him felt just like a pussy. He was already thrusting hard, his precum dripping all over my stomach, dripping down to mingle with my own juices. Staring down at his huge, enlarged member I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly guided him to the entrance of my hole, and was immediately rewarded. With one thrust he was inside me. I bit my lip, feeling my impending orgasm upon me again. I tried to hold it back, but it was useless.

Within mere seconds of Bruce entering me, I orgasmed, my hands grabbing fistfulls of his fur. He growled at me, his spittle flying all over my face and chest. I was still digging my nails into his flesh and fur when his growl got louder, and I realized I was probably hurting him. However, I realized that just a second too late. He quickly leaned his face forward, his mouth open as he caught a mouthful of my shoulder. He bit down, and I unclenched my hands a second later. He kept his jaws closed tight on my shoulder. It didn't hurt at the time; I was much more focused on what was happening between my legs.

I began thrusting up at him as he thrust down. I could feel his precum oozing out of me, dripping down my ass cheeks and onto the floor. I then heard a strange clicking noise. I didn't really care what it was at this point, and I ignored it. I was too caught up in the feeling of my dog's cock in my pussy to care about anything else but being a good bitch for him. More of his precum, mixed with my own juices, ran down my ass crack and dripped onto the floor. I then felt something cold and wet press against my ass. I recognized the feeling right away. Soon enough there was another tongue licking me; a tongue licking up my ass crack, licking up all the juices that were flowing out of me from fucking Bruce.

I looked down, moaning again as I saw first hand what I was feeling. It was an amazing sight. The first thing I saw was Bruce's dick, still rapidly pulsing in and out of me. I also saw his knot, which was huge. I couldn't believe I had had the whole thing inside me yesterday. I let out a little groan at the thought, and also because Buck was licking me again. I saw his furry face between my body and Bruce's. He was bending down, his face right between Bruce's body and my own, happily licking up every drop that flowed from us. Soon he was not only licking my ass and cunt, but also Bruce's dick and balls.

I relished the feeling of having now not only Bruce's huge dog dick stretching me, but now also Buck's warm, muscular tongue attending to the parts of me that Bruce's cock couldn't. My legs wraped around Bruce's hips as I bucked against him. I moaned out of pure pleasure as Buck's tongue flickered over my clit, and I suddenly orgasmed. My body literally shook with the force of it, and more of my juices rushed from my cunt. My orgasm seemed to have an effect on Bruce as well, for now he humped me harder, driving himself into me with more force than I thought he could at this angle.

I climaxed again in a matter of seconds, more fluid squirting from my pussy around Bruce's cock. I felt Buck's licking speed up as he tried to keep up with the ammount of come that was spewing from my pussy, but he couldn't, and soon his tongue left me. As I looked down I saw Buck push himself forward, trying to get closer so he could lick up what had escaped him off the floor. As he did so, his body came between Bruce and I, forcing Bruce to actually slide out of me. Bruce was still halfway up on the couch, still thrusting his hips, but he looked below him, barking loudly before growling at Buck. I myself felt like ripping Buck to pieces for causing the immence pleasure to stop, but Buck lifted his head and backed away, tail between his legs once he heard Bruce. Bruce was always the dominant one, and it gave me a thrill to know that I was the alpha dog's bitch.

As soon as Buck was no longer between us, Bruce thrust forward again, and on the first try buried his cock inside me. I again wrapped my legs around him, urging him to go as fast as possible. His thrusting began to speed up, and after the first couple pumps I could feel what I could only guess to be his knot hitting against my clit.

At first it felt good, making me squirm underneath him, trying to part my legs even farther.. but soon it began to hurt, just as it had the night before. Even though I wanted every inch of his doggie cock buried inside me at that point, I didn't want to tie with him in this position. My back was starting to hurt from slouching down, and I still had my skirt on which was starting to dig into my sides. I moaned some more as he continued to thrust against me, doing so harder now than he had before in a desperate attempt to tie with his bitch.

I was starting to actually slide off of the sofa, but his wild thrusting was keeping me from doing so. I desperately wanted to get into a better position; to get down on the ground on my hands and knees for him, but every time I tried to move he growled and bit at my shoulder again. After a few failed attempts, and his swollen knot banging the shit out of my cunt, I decided to deal with the pain of his biting over the pain his knot was inflicting on my clit.

It wasn't easy pushing him off of me, but after one more hard bite to my shoulder and some nasty growls, he was on the floor on all fours. I quickly took advantage of the moment and stood up before he could mount me again in that position, and stripped off my clothes, tossing them to the ground. As I did so, I could see that there was cum all over my black skirt. I could feel it dripping down my thighs now that I was standing up.

I heard Bruce growling, and dropped down to my knees in response. I knew how he felt; my own pussy was aching for more of him, and I wasn't about to deny him anything. At this point, I was truly his bitch, and more than willing to give anything just to feel his shaft in my cunt, and his balls slapping against my ass.

I hadn't started to lean forward yet, but apparently me being on my knees was all he needed. I felt Bruce slam into me, his front paws landing square on my back. His claws tore at my skin, but I didn't feel the pain. I reached out my hands in an attempt to brace the upper half of my body before hitting the floor.

Bruce was already thrusting, his cock sliding back and forth between my ass cheeks. I pushed my hips up, and I felt his knot graze against my cunt. I shivered, reaching back with one hand to help guide him into me, and it proved that that was all he needed. Soon he was humping me harder, his dick deep inside me; knot hitting my cunt again. I leaned forward, pressing my cheek against the floor, pushing my ass as high as I could. I wanted all of him inside me, especially his thick knot.

Bruce was panting heavily above me, thrusting so hard that my knees started sliding across the hardwood flooring.

I had my head turned sideways, cheek against the floor, and I could see Buck. He was lying down, humping the ground as he chewed on the cum stains on my skirt. I smiled. I loved knowing that these two wanted me so badly. I loved knowing that I was thier bitch.

My smile turned into a pained expression as I started to feel Bruce's knot finally entering me. This time, it didn't take one thrust to get it inside me; it took about three. The first thrust was the worst, as I felt my cunt stretched out to take on about half of his knot. As he pulled back to thrust again, his knot fell out but he rammed it back in again a second time. He thrust again, and finally he was home. I felt my lips stretch as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt inside me, the knot in his shaft finally all the way in.

Barely a second later, and he came. This time, there was so much that as he kept unloading his come inside me, some started to squirt out. The majority of it stayed inside, however. He kept thrusting a few times, and I rocked back and forth beneath him,  savoring the feeling of being full of my own dog's come.

As I rocked back and forth, I felt his knot slide around inside me. I ignored the pain as I squeezed my pussy tight against him and rocked faster. I was going to orgasm again just feeling Bruce's knot inside me. I started moaning again, reaching down to tease my clit as I clenched and unclenched my muscles to get a better feel of his knot.

I was slowly working my was towards orgasming again as Bruce jumped down off of me. I was so devastated that he was no longer inside me that I barely noticed the pain of his knot popping out of me. I actually was lying there, wimpering.

My cunt now felt empty, and feeling the temptation of another orgasm, I buried two fingers into my pussy. I fingered myself for a few seconds before turning my attention to my clit. I was still on the floor, my face pressed against the cold hard wood, my nipples being teased as I still rocked my hips back and forth, nipples grazing the floor while my finger rubbed into my clit, ass high in the air. I was just about to orgasm as I felt myself being mounted. I felt a rush of excitement again as I eagarly moved my hand to help guide what I could only guess to be Bruce's cock inside of me once again.

I looked back behind me, and was shocked. It wasn't Bruce that had mounted me, but Buck. My first reaction was to be thrilled that I was simply going to be pleasured again. My second reaction was worry. I looked around for Bruce, knowing just how dominant and protective he normally is. I was concerned that maybe he would see what was happening and hurt either myself, or Buck.

As I looked around, I saw Bruce. He was sitting down, licking his crotch. He looked up, and my heart stopped. For a minute I thought he would try and stop Buck, but his only response to seeing Buck on top of me, humping madly trying to get inside of me was a muffled growl.

I realized then that Bruce was done with me. He had had his fill, and now that he was finished pleasing himself had no problem letting the lesser canine have at me. I bit my lip, a feeling of ecstacy settling over me as I realized that I really was Bruce's bitch. I was a sex toy to him. My dog was now my master, and now that he had finished with me, was fine with letting anyone else have me.

My thinking stopped suddenly as I felt Buck thrust into me. It actually felt as if he was stretching me more than Bruce had. I didn't care though. My first reaction to feeling him enter me was to buck back against him and spreading my legs wider.

Buck's front legs wrapped around my waist, his claws digging into my sides as he pistoned in and out of me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and could hear him wimpering softly between his pants. Dog slober was running down my back as he fucked me harder. I was screaming at this point; my body was overwhelmed with pleasure as well as exhausted from so many orgasms. Even so, I wanted Buck to come. He had brought me pleasure earlier, as well now, and I wanted to return the favor.

As I pushed back against him, Buck pumped harder. I was determined to be the best bitch he had ever fucked. Every time he thrust forward, I thrust back against him. I pushed my ass higher, making it easier for him to abuse my cunt. I was out of breath from rocking my hips back and forth so fast, but I was long past caring. Right now, I was only lusting after Buck's orgasm. I wanted him to fill me with it, just as Bruce had done. I wanted to be able to relax knowing that I had been a good bitch and satisfied my new master.

I could feel the tingles of another orgasm when it hit me. Unlike with Bruce, it took only one, hard thrust to get his knot inside me. It probably helped that I was eagerly thrusting against him as well, but my goodness. As soon as I felt Buck's knot in me, I screamed. He really was bigger than Bruce. I didn't know how that was possible, but I didn't care. My poor cunt was in so much pain as Buck kept thrusting into me. He could only thrust a few inches though now due to his massive buldge being as deep inside me as he could manage to push it.

Buck kept me like that for a few more minutes, his cock only moving an inch or so inside me due to how big his knot was. I was starting to adjust to the size of it, and was rocking back and forth again, breathing deeply to try and ignore the pain. He was still spewing precum inside me, and the hot liquids were making the size and pain easier to manage, but it didn't matter any more. I felt Buck's legs around my waist tighten, his claws digging deep into my flesh as he threw himself forward one last time, finally letting his load go deep inside me. Our juices flowed down my thighs and onto the floor as I finally collapsed, laying on the floor with Buck still on top of me and inside me.

It took a few minutes for Buck to shrink enough to get his knot out of my cunt. When he did, I winced, but stayed on the floor. I was worn out, sore, and oh so tired. I was also lying in a huge puddle of cum. I didn't care the the time, however. If anything I enjoyed it, because it just showcased even more so that I truely was my dog's slut. I was just happy to have satisfied not only Bruce and myself, but also Buck.

I actually ended up falling asleep on the floor right then and there, and I was out well until the next morning.

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She answered how did you know – and it was obvious she realised I had been given a prostate examination before.  I didn’t complain – it was the only time I had enjoyed a finger up my ass, as well as being sucked off by one of the most competent cock suckers I had ever enjoyed.

After I had cum at least four times I decided it was time for me to give her some of the
pleasure I had enjoyed in the way a girl enjoys it.

Then it happened. She was extremely reluctant to remove the bottom of her attire – was she playing hard to get or was she trying to avoid intercourse and me fucking her. I was getting a bit frustrated at not being able to get to her cunt.
Then something I wasn’t expecting – she hugged me and began to cry. I couldn’t work it out – why when she was enjoying everything she was doing to me but resisting me giving her similar pleasure. I had performed a lot of vaginal and oral sex and I believed most of the women I had slept with had enjoyed the experience.
Then it happened – she relaxed and I slipped the dress down and her pants in the same motion and I was completely shocked – she wasn’t a woman at all but had male sex organs – I had been seducing a she-male. She had a beautiful hard circumcised cock standing out from her manicured pubic patch.

I admit I was stunned – she was now naked and she hugged me and pleaded with me not to hit her ( I will continue to refer to her as a female). It was only then I realised she had an Adams Apple. She would do anything I asked but please don’t hit her or throw her out. She would talk to me and if I wanted to I could use her sexually for anything I wanted. 
Well I took a few minutes to recover – after all I had been kissing her and her body and nipples – she had given me the best orals ex I have ever had. I had been treating her as a woman, but she obviously had been born a man.
Then I said well what normally happens now. She lay back on the bed and said I am yours to do whatever you wish or I will do anything you ask. Her cock was still hard and sticking up.

I don’t know why I did it but I leant down and took her cock into my mouth  - I had never sucked another cock in my life but I didn’t hesitate – I started to do what she had done for  me. I wasn’t disgusted and it felt quite pleasant – different to giving a woman oral sex but all the same I wasn’t revolted by what I was doing. I asked her for directions and she willingly told me how she enjoys having oral sex. I followed her every instruction and actually began to enjoy it myself. My cock was soft now - - I was stimulated sexually but my cock wasn’t. We spent a good 15 or 20 minutes beginning and practicing and engaging in oral sex on her, and followed her every instruction and desire. Even to mssaging her prostate as well with my finger up her bum. There was no odour and it came out as clean as it went in – I was surprised and she told me she always prepared herself for this eventuality – often with another she-male partner.
Any how she continued to enjoy what I was doing and to be truthful so was I. Then she said she was almost ready to cum and what did I want to do. I could take her cock out and masturbate her, I could take her semen and spit or the ultimate was accepting her cum and swallow it. I chose the latter – I had never done anything like this so why not do the ultimate – she had sucked my cock and swallowed every drop of semen I produced and never gave me any indication it was unpleasant. I thought to myself – there has to a first for everything – I was 28 years of age and had never tasted cum – now I was going to.

She told me exactly when it would happen and gave me the opportunity to change my mind – no way – I was going all the way - and she came with the most amazing oral exclamations – she was really enjoying it which made me feel good and I had a mouth full of her cum. I swallowed the lot and had this strange taste in my mouth – I was quite surprised – it wasn’t the tastiest thing I had ever tasted but it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. Salty, sour and had the texture of phlegm.  I had done it and hadn’t gagged as I had heard many do when they do it the first time.
I got off her and she kissed me – and I enjoyed it. We were now both naked and our naked bodies were rubbing against each other and really it was no different to her being a girl other than I could feel her penis. She described her breast enhancement and I enjoyed suckling on them as much as I had any other girl.

We got into bed and she stayed with me till the early morning and we had sex frequently in the way she-males enjoy sex. I had my first anal experience and actually fucked her anally – It wasn’t as bad as I imagined and apart from having to use a lubricant (she provided) to gain entry to her ass – it was not a lot different to fucking her vaginally. We tried it both doggy and missionary style an I enjoyed it both ways and came into her as I would have vaginally – she used the bathroom after each episode and removed a lot of air etc afterwards. I initially accepted an offer to try anal sex but stopped her when the top of her cock began to penetrate me and it began to hurt like hell when she was entering me – She never got more than the head of her cock into me before I had to stop. I have never had anything bigger than finger go up me there and she had a nicely proportioned 7 inch cock. I had gone beyond my wildest dreams in sucking a cock and swallowing cum. Having anal sex was not for me, even by a very attractive she-male.

She left me just before dawn and I called a cab for her. We kissed as she left and when I closed the door ---- I asked myself why did I do it – if anybody had asked me if I had ever had an experience with a she-male or told me of their experience I would have been isgusted I thought – but I had just done it and enjoyed it. I could still taste her cum – as I had sucked her off two or three times – she asked for it and I obliged her, without hesitation. I could not believe that I could say her cock looked beautiful – but under the circumstances it was. I have never been close to or held another guys cock but with hers I was enjoying the sensations I would had it been a vagina. Both in my hand and in my mouth it felt awesome. She never hesitated and initiated oral sex on me without being asked and performed it like I had never experienced before – obviously she had lots of practice.

One thing I was happy about – I had not completely achieved anal sex with her – that was just too painful for me and had it not been - I guess I would have allowed her to cum in my ass – and that is the only thing I was happy we didn’t achieve. She appreciated the times I achieved it with her and showed me how appreciative she was when I completed that with her.

When I think back on what I did – I can only say it was her beauty that I did what I did with her. Sex does some funny things to you and I could not imagine myself doing that with another guy – under any circumstances – but I did it with her.

Would I do it again – with her – yes - but not with anybody else probably, and I certainly would not suck another guys cock willingly. The chance of our paths crossing again would be almost impossible but I cannot honestly say I didn’t enjoy it – but I wont  be looking at males to recreate the situation again – it was only going to be a one off.

I’ll take a moment and back step for introductions. We live in a small northern city, my husband works the oil fields requiring him to be away from home, I have a son (Richard, age 16) and daughter (Monica, age 14) and I am Barbara, a 35-year-old with no time to have gained any weight since high school.

“I’m ok … but I hurt all over … ” I replied rather shakily.

My son somewhat reassured because I was talking began to carefully check me over; the final body check showed I had a right arm fracture and a left wrist fracture. With his assistance we walked upstairs where he carefully splinted my arms, applied ice packs and drove me to the hospital, to make a long story short, I left a few hours later sporting two casts, a mild headache and numerous bruises.

On the drive home I told Richard that the doctor was very pleased with his splinting and that I now relied on him and Monica to help a bit more around the house till I got back into functioning normally again. We picked Monica up at her friend’s house (Richard had reached her at school diverting her there). Monica was upset with a lot of melodramatics until Richard told her to get in the mini-van or get left behind. On arriving home I got Monica to start supper and Richard to get the wash going that presently lay at the bottom of the stairs and I was going to lie down.

Monica awoke me and we went to dinner where I suddenly realized I had difficulty pulling the chair

back and sat staring at my plate – I could not use eating utensils. We all laughed hysterically; Richard moved his chair over beside me and feed me slowly all the while joking if he should bring the high chair up from the basement. I survived supper and lay down on the couch apparently dozing off for several hours when my son awoke me.

“Mom – Mom, are you ok … (my eyes flutter open) … I’m off to bed and Monica’s already asleep…” with his assistance I got up from the couch and walked to my bedroom. I managed the light switch and stood in utter amazement – now what?

I walked down the hallway to my son’s room and knocked on the door, “Richard, I need a little help…”

Richard opened his door, “What is it mom?”

“Son … I … I can’t undress …” I stammered.

“Oh … ok, I’ll go wake Monica …” he said.

“Leave her sleep, can you help me?” I answered, leading the way to my bedroom. Where my son stood lost in the middle of the room with a bewildered look on his face as I said, “Ok … undress me.”

“Mom, I don’t know where to begin … are you sure you don’t want Monica?” he blurted out.

“Richard! How hard is it to undress me … surely you have taken a girls’ sweater off before …” I froze mid-sentence of my exasperated  tantrum as he turned ashen white, slowly shaking his head in the negative.

“You mean you never undid any of your girlfriend’s shirt …” again I stuck my foot in my mouth as it dawned on me that Richard had never brought home or ever said anything about a girlfriend.

“No mom, I never have … girls scare me …” he replied quietly almost in tears.

“… Sorry, I knew that – guess I’m still shaken as well.” I replied feebly. “I still need your help, please.” (He nods ok) “First things first, you better shut the door … (he does).” Now, come stand in front of me … Richard – this will be difficult for both of us so we both have to grin and bare it …”

I said in all earnestness and we both broke out laughing.

“Ok my boy, we’ll slip one arm out first, you stretch the sweater sleeve wide and I’ll slip my arm out…” we managed that and repeated the process for the next arm with a little more difficulty. “Now lift the sweater from the bottom up over my head …” which we again managed, as my head came free all I could see was my son’s eyes feasting on my bra-clad chest with the most amazed stunned look on his face. I couldn’t resist my son’s innocence. “Richard, you’ll get to see all of them in a moment as soon as you remove mommy’s bra!” He snapped back to the present with a glorious blush sweeping his handsome face. “Stand behind me and unhook the bra then come around the front of me and slip it off…ok” I felt his hands trembling as he struggled to undo the clasp and he was breathing rather quickly as he returned to the front of me where with shaking hands he slipped the bra free from my chest. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it son …” again his eyes were fixed to my boobies; his youth, innocence and this moment behind a closed door accompanied by my helplessness served to excite my nipples which grew erect before his gaze which now alternated from my excited breasts to my eyes in an untold race of disbelief.

I let him stare! With a mischievous smile on my face I interrupted his thoughts with a pressing matter that I needed to pee. “Richard – you can see me all you want, but mommy really needs her skirt and panties off cause I need to go to the bathroom – ok.”

“Sorry mom, I was … overcome … by the moment …” he quickly but shyly said.

“Undo the button on the side of my skirt and unzip the zipper, it will fall to the floor then please pull down my panties …” (he did as he was told and keeping his eyes averted from my groin) I stepped quickly out of the pooled-on-floor clothing and hurried to my bathroom, where I called to my son “Richard, don’t go anywhere, I still need help … ”

I was sitting doing my thing wondering how I was going to get my innocent son to … well wipe me and then wash my old beaver. “Richard, come in here please (he peeked around the doorway) … you can come in. I need your help to … well wipe myself … down below …” I began, now fumbling for words.

He visibly backed up … “I’ll go get Monica …”

“Richard – son, its not hard, I really need your help …” I begged.

“Take a small amount of toilet paper, bunch it together and wipe my vagina from front to back – ok,” I instructed him. He stood still staring at me then slowly did as he was told with his eyes averted as I lifted up off the toilet with my knees apart for easy assess for him.

Like a blind man, my son attempted to maintain modesty but could not get close to between my legs and as he took hold of my lower leg attempting to run up the inside of my leg, I came somewhat agitated. “Richard! Son you have to look … your doing ok but I can’t hold this position for long.

I saw his innocence slipping away as he now (on his knees before me) starred directly at my beaver as he slipped his hand up between my legs lightly wiping the outer hair. “A little harder please…” I could not resist as the moment was becoming erotic.  “Now run some hot water and soak a face cloth, add some soap and wash me all over down below … make sure you get between the folds…”

“Mom … I can’t … what would dad say …” he hemmed-and-hawed.

“Son, I can not use my hands, your sister is asleep … as a grown woman I’m quite willing to be totally naked and exposed before you … I don’t think your father would be to upset…!” I painted the picture for him and could not resist a tag on of, “it will be a good education for you …”

He started the water running as I sat down on the toilet again; his eyes now flickering to my body constantly; when he had the face cloth all ready, I had him kneel beside me and opened my somewhat trembling legs wide for his clumsy attention making him feel and open my now tingling pussy lips and make several good passes then dry his mother’s pussy.

I thanked him as he stood up before me. I could not help but notice his penis was aroused by his mother, “There, you survived and by the look of it (glancing to his swollen groin) your mother still has the ability to excite a young man, which I will take as a very high compliment!”

My embarrassed son assisted me to bed, folding the sheets down and I could not resist the temptation to excite him more by giving him a wonderful spread of my legs placing my now somewhat swollen beaver on display for his pleasure as I eased slowly into bed and knew I had succeeded as he lingered placing the blankets over me as he gave me several pain-killers with a glass of water. “Sweet dreams son, thank you for the compliment (again glancing at his very swollen penis) and helping a helpless old woman… and if you’d lean down I’ll give you a kiss as a reward …” he blushed but leaned down for my soft sensual kiss to his cheek that was pretty close to the edge of his mouth.

He stumbled to the door slowly opening it and looking back replied somewhat hoarsely, “I’ll leave it open … in case you need help mom…” and slipped awkwardly away to his room.

I know someone beside me was going to have some trouble going to sleep (smiling to myself ruefully) I’d just thought why I fallen down the stairs, I’d been sniffing and attempting to taste his shorts, he’d definitely left a healthy cum load … probably had masturbated into them … slipping painlessly into a drugged sleep. 

I awoke suddenly with an urgent need to use the bathroom. As my senses came more awake I felt I was being watched and sure enough my son was peeking through the half-closed door. I smiled a little wickedly while I indicated with my head to come here.

He slipped through the door, “Good morning mom, how do you feel?” with a radiant smile and cheerful voice. “You’ve slept late …”

My head did a fast glance to the bedside alarm that showed 9:35 AM.

“Monica’s already gone to school and I phoned the office telling them I won’t be in for several days … thought you might want someone home with you …” he stated quite frankly.

I smiled and stretched slightly, “Good idea …”

“Well Richard (winking at him somewhat lewdly while I wiggled a shoulder seductively) … ready for round 2 … the bathroom is calling your mother.”

My son eagerly and willingly slipped the covers back and was feasting on the view. So I slowly again opened my legs now enjoying his youthful attention while saying, “A full day of special nursing … I’m depending on you … ready?” (He nodded) and assisted me to the bathroom with my naked aroused boob sitting on his arm. “I’m feeling a little woozy, must be the pain-killers last night …”

I sat on the toilet, winked at him and waited, my bladder bursting and I couldn’t go. I was getting restless. I looked up into my son’s eyes as he stood in the doorway. “Umm…I’ll wait in your room, …” he said.

“Please don’t, I still feel woozy … all my bodily functions want to work but nothing is happening …”

I said and smiled again. Time passed and nothing was happening, oh god I needed to pee and I also needed to go otherwise. “I may need some real nursing care son, …” I hinted, this time I blushed.

“Well, I’m not a real nurse but if you tell me what to do, I’ll try to do my best … if you want …”

he stammered with determination.

“Richard – umppff, ahhhh … I need your help … massage my stomach and well … between my legs to help me relax …” I stammered hesitantly. “This – we won’t tell anyone about, especially your father!”

My young teenage son shot forward like he came out of a cannon dropping to his knees before me and with much eagerness attempted to rub my belly. “Lower son – just above … well above my hair…”

His gentle touch massaged as he shyly began to insert his other hand between my legs (which I allowed to spread rather easily) and took a rather unexpected gasp as his fingers encased my quivering pussy. I closed my eyes, bite my lower lip as his fingers now slipped across my muff (I rather bluntly opened wider) thus allowing his youthful hand to slip between my now slick crack.

“I’m I doing it right mom?” a barely audible whisper broke through my now hazy erotic state.

“Umm humm … just like that …” I almost moaned.

I was AROUSED! My own son was heating his mothers kettle very nicely … “Ummmm ohhh …” as I felt his upper hand creeping down (without his realizing it) to stimulate mommy’s clit (well, at least the top of it) and it happened, I realized a slow steady steam of burning hot pee, coating my son’s hand as he continued to administer his now increased rate of movement along my slit. Seconds later in mist of my pee I began to cum ever so gently “Ohhhhhhhhh UHHHhhh ummmm  ummmm, ohh such a good boy!” and he never stopped his hands but his breathing certainly was affected.

Three increasing orgasms followed in quick secession and I knew I was slipping into a state of dangerous territory utterly helpless as my young virgin son encouragingly nursed me into untold bliss.

I needed a quick release … “Ummm oh sweetie, slip your fingers back and play with mommy’s bum” I whispered hotly (I love my ass played with). His eagerness and my dripping pussy created a sudden entry of his finger into my eager butt hole. My sudden harsh intake of breath and his rather deep penetration caused my asshole to slam shut on his finger and a cascade of sweeping orgasms left me panting for more as a whined to him “Ummmm (I growled with heightened huskiness) … make mommy cum … make me beg … you want mommy excited don’t you … you want mommy bad … you want mommy to make you a man today … DON’T YOU!” I screamed as he relentlessly worked my ass with his finger and his upper hand had now slipped onto my now engorged and badly swollen clit.

Between ragged gasping breaths I begged my son to get me to bed, my ass reluctantly let his finger slip out we got to the bed where I struggled to get into the middle of the bed, my sluttish legs spread wide and with thrusting hips I encouraged my son to slip his head between my thighs. “That’s my young lover … lick mommy’s pussy with your tongue … make me worse … show mommy how bad you want me to make you a man!” His inexperienced tongue slide up and down my weeping gash, he was feasting on my sweet nectar and did not need much direction as he eager mouth munched hungrily on my exposed swollen clit (like father, like son) and to my utter amazement his hand was thrusting under my ass which I eagerly lifted and squealed with delight as he roughly jammed in his finger again feverishly finger-fucking my ass hole. He was a fast learner! His mouth and tongue now serviced me from clit to ass as I tossed and turned humping uncontrolled.

“That’s it sweetie … you got it … Make MOMMY your SLUTTTT, your horny plaything ever second of the day … make mommy do everything you always dreamed of - CONTROL ME ”

I hissed and panted screaming with orgasmic pleasure.

As he brutally two-finger fucked my ass in and out, he began dry humping my leg like a dog in heat pushing me over that ever so fine line into rampant incest that I hungered for so badly. I (after repeated begging) finally got him to stop long enough to undress.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, my mouth drooled … I shuddered with an explosive CUM screaming unintelligent words just from seeing my virgin son standing beside my matrimonial bed.

His cock was gigantic – OMG he was over a foot long and as thick as a small plastic pop bottle and he was very ready for his mommy.

“Oh child … mount your SLUT, control me … jam your horse cock into my tight cunt …” I breathed was unbridled desire. He wasted no time getting between my now well spread legs, his horse cock swollen and purplish doing flips in eagerness to impale his mother. I was gushing cunt juice like never before – I wanted his horse cock!

He guided his swollen gigantic member to my badly swollen pussy … feeling the head slip into me and my tightness holding him at bay (I had two children – by a bikini c-section) as I pumped upwards he drove down into me forcing me, his mother apart further to bury half of this magnificent cock as he roughly and excitedly thrust hammering at my cunt, with ever nerve ending afire I lay helplessly beneath him trying to relax as I surrendered to his now blazing incest that demanded satisfaction as he brutally assaulted my creaming cunt. Then – magically he was buried to the hilt.

I hope I wrote it good for you Barb.