Gee, Thanks Mom!

By BDLong
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Mother must have known my measurements very well because I was fastened to the floor with my ankles and wrists set just a little wider than my shoulders and hips. This made it nearly impossible to wiggle or lean out of the way of anything. I felt extremely vulnerable to the point where I almost asked Miriam to let me back up. But she was right: I needed to know how it felt to use it later in reverse. Still, the shy part of me angled my knees as closed as I could get them. I was still easy prey, but Miriam went to the armoire and came back with a metal bar with two clips on either side. She clipped one end to the ring in the cuff above my left knee and then prodded my other knee outward until she could clip it to the opposite end.

“There,” she said. “How do you feel?”

“Weird,” I said. “I don’t know about this.”

“I think that was the point,” she said. “You look fucking hot, though.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, totally,” she said.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, “but—AH! Ah! Oh yeah!” The lust that had clouded my judgment had almost faded, but then Max’s tongue returned and had full access.

“Oh, damn,” she said. “Damn, that’s amazing. Hold on a minute. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey!” I called out, but she was already halfway up the stairs, her perfect round ass bouncing as Arthur followed dutifully.

Max continued licking me, and I squirmed unsuccessfully. His tongue bathed me from clit to butthole. He lapped furiously at me, and I was once again moaning and cooing encouragement. My pussy ached to be filled, but he only kept licking. And then he switched his attention to my butthole. I’d never had the inclination to pay attention to that area, but now I shuddered as Max’s tongue lapped at it.

Miriam returned and saw what was going on. “Fuck,” she said. “I’m so looking forward to my turn.”

She had come back with the pillowcase full of cameras. There were five monitors on the desk, and she carefully turned them around until I could see them. Then, she took the cameras and switched each one until she had a live feed on each monitor. She placed one on the floor behind Max, but for the moment, all that was visible was his furry backside. Another, she placed just off to my left, and then one to my right, just at the foot of the desk with the monitors. When I looked at the monitors, it almost seemed as if I was looking into the camera. I really was secured to the floor. My face was pink with lust and ecstasy, and my pert small breasts hung down tight to my body, jiggling as I twitched and bucked under Max’s licking.

Miriam took another camera and brought it around to my front. She held it in front of my face and said, “Say hi, Dee.”

“Hi, Dee,” I said, my voice amplified over the speakers.

She then placed the camera about a meter in front of me. The fifth camera, she clipped to the underside of Max’s collar. Now when I looked at the monitors, I could see Max’s tongue working its magic on my tight little anus while my pussy, puffy and red with excitement, drooled.

“Ok, Max,” she said. “You ready to fuck?”

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I felt his weight on my back. As he got his balance, I looked at the monitor. He really was quite big compared to me. I could feel, and now could see on the monitors, his cock searching for my pussy. I braced myself and then felt him slam into me. My pained cries and pleasured whimpers came back at me through the basement’s sound system and only served to amplify my arousal.

“Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Yessss!” I hollered as Max pounded my helpless pussy with every ounce of his bestial strength. His front legs had my hips in a death grip, and I could feel his hot cock driving deep into me and stretching me with each rapid thrust. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Max! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuuuck!”

I came almost immediately, and just before my muscles clenched in orgasm, Max’s knot popped into me almost without resistance. I howled in the excruciating ecstasy that only comes with knotting. And now that my muscles had contracted, he was in me for the duration. I had given myself to the dogs willingly three times now. Maybe two, if I counted the kitchen, which I still wasn’t so sure about. But this orgasm was the most desired. Bound as I was, I wanted Max inside me. I wanted to feel his hot throbbing meat filling me up. I wanted his knot pressing hot and heavy against my clit. And when it was all over, I yearned for the release that came with the torrent of cum that would pour from me.

For now, I was content to watch myself on the multi-camera feed that Miriam had so kindly angled toward me. It was surreal, really, seeing myself from all angles like that. I’m sure I’ve said it before, but I never really thought of myself as desirable. And yet, pinned under this panting hairy beast and skewered by its red-purple member, was an incredibly hot girl—no, woman. She was a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get them both in abundance. The pleasure was the easiest. The knot that was now easing its way out of her pussy was one sign of that. Another was her lover, who had shown her what it meant to feel sexy.

Max’s cock eventually slipped out of me, and I shuddered. My body still convulsed with orgasm, and the dog’s cum spurted from me in rhythmic pulses, trickling warmly down my legs. It was a lot.

Miriam knelt in front of me when I’d caught my breath. “Damn, girl,” she said. “You got it good, didn’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned.

She unlocked the cuffs from the floor bolts, and I slid forward, collapsing onto the linoleum, ignoring its coldness against my skin. My head wedged itself firmly between her warm thighs.

Miriam stroked my hair. “I think this’ll do nicely,” she said.

“Mm?” I said, half-aware of her voice.

“For your mother?”

Mother. Right. Of course. This would do fine. I kissed the inside of Miriam’s thigh. Just fine, I thought.

“You okay?”

“Oh yes,” I said, struggling up until I knelt facing Miriam. “I’m great. This is going to be amazing.”

*****

The next few days passed much like the previous. In the morning, Miriam and I would wake, make love, offer ourselves to the dogs, and then make breakfast and work on preparing the house for Mother’s impending visit. Around midday, we would study, have lunch, and go for a swim. We left the gate to the pool area open, of course, since we knew there was no point in closing it. And we didn’t bother with swimsuits, either. Again, what would have been the point? Before we would go inside, the dogs would retake us right there next to the pool, and we would roll back into the water to wash the dog hair off our bodies. At night, we would fix dinner, work more on our plans and preparation, and then let the dogs retake us if they were interested. They usually were.

By this time, we had learned ways to let the dogs take us missionary style. My knees had started to chafe, so one afternoon, still wet from the pool, and with Arthur nudging me to assume the position, I instead lay on my back. He looked frustrated and confused, which is not the kind of expression you want to see from a dog-like Arthur. But I beckoned him forward, and he obliged. When I arched my hips up to meet his, he immediately got the message and lunged forward. After all this time, it was the first time I’d been fucked on my back, except with Miriam, of course. The difference was amazing, and I loved the way hot dog cum felt as it poured out of my pussy, down between my butt cheeks and over my puckered anus. I honestly looked forward to exploring the full extent of my sexuality—after Mother’s visit.

Before we knew it, the day had come. My head popped off my pillow, and I sat up in bed. My heart was racing. I half expected Mother to be standing in the doorway, but she wasn’t. It was still early, but I was done sleeping, apparently. My hands shook. Miriam’s soft fingers suddenly entwined themselves in mine, and I looked down at her.

“You okay, Dee?” she asked.

“It’s just nerves,” I said.

She stroked her other hand over my thigh. “It’s gonna be fine,” she said. “And after today, you’re worry-free.”

“We’re free,” I said.

I went downstairs to make coffee, and Arthur followed. Max stayed with Miriam. That was something that bugged me. After all this time, the dogs never once let down their guard or let one of us out of their sight. I wondered what would happen when Mother arrived. Would they obey her over me? I didn’t doubt it. After all, it was us that obeyed them. I realized my plan relied too much on Mother, waiting until the right time to do what she had planned. I had to act first.

I was so deep in thought about this that I jumped when Miriam entered the kitchen.

“Sure, you need that coffee?” she said. “You’re pretty jumpy.”

“What if she comes in and just tells the dogs to take me right then and there?” I asked.

“Dee, we’ve talked through this a dozen times. She’s going to make sure the cameras caught what they were supposed to. That means she’s going to try and get you out of the house for a bit,” she said.

“Right,” I said, taking a deep breath as I tried to trust in our plan. “I know. I’m just overthinking it again.”

Miriam approached softly from behind and put her arms around my belly, and rested her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna…?”

“No,” I said. “I’m saving my energy.”

She laughed. “Good! You’re gonna need it!”

I looked down and saw the dogs watching us intently. Frankly, I was surprised they hadn’t tried to take either of us yet.

“So are you,” I scolded them. “Just hold your horses.”

*****

It was around four in the afternoon, and Miriam and I were passing the time looking through the swimsuits in the guest room upstairs when the sound of the gate made my heart jump again.

Miriam put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Just stick to the plan. Don’t let her get in your head, okay?”

I nodded. It was showtime.

We heard a knock on the door, and suddenly, Miriam slipped a hand into my shorts and pressed a finger into my pussy. I gasped and yelped as quietly as I could.

“What?!” I breathed. “Why?”

Miriam withdrew her hand and sucked her finger. “You weren’t blushing enough,” she said. “You need to look embarrassed.”

Well, it worked. I was wet, horny, and now a key was rattling in the front door. When it opened, I heard Mother’s voice.

“Daniella!” Mother called from the foyer, door closing and locking behind her. She never locked a door unless she planned on staying more than an hour.

I got up and walked out of the guest room and to the banister that overlooked the living room. There she stood, prim and regal as ever in white and gold. I must have been blushing quite a bit because the corners of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile. It was all the confirmation I needed.

“Hello, Mother,” I said as Arthur slunk up and sat next to me.

“What is the dog doing in the house?” Mother said.

“He—” I stopped. “I just—”

She cut in, “Fine. Fine, dear. As long as they’re not sleeping on the furniture.”

When I thought about all the things that had happened on the various furniture pieces, sleeping was not the first thing that came to mind.

Mother must have sensed what I was thinking about because she cut in again, “Where is the other one?”

“Here,” Miriam said, coming to join me, right on cue. Max followed close behind. She had a look of relief on her face.

“Oh, you’re still here,” Mother said.

“I… came back,” Miriam said, an obvious lie, just as rehearsed.

Another twitch at the corners of Mother’s mouth told me what she was thinking. I went downstairs to greet her, and Miriam and the dogs followed.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I offered not meeting her eyes.

“Of course,” Mother said. “Fetch a bottle of red from the pantry, would you, dear?”

“Red?” I said. Mother always referred to wine by estate, varietal, and year. She never said, just “red.” Also, it appeared she was playing it safe with an unopened bottle. This last part wasn’t unexpected.

“Hm,” she mused. “I must be a little distracted. I have some exciting news I’d like to share with you. Later, though. It can wait.”

She followed me into the kitchen, and I could feel her eyes watching my every movement. Arthur followed me, too, and I got the sense that Mother would have been satisfied to see me taken right there on the kitchen floor.

When I had the bottle open, I set it on the counter in front of her, along with a glass. Now that I looked at the glass, I worried that it didn’t look clean, mostly because of the liquid valium we had smeared on the inside. It wouldn’t be enough to knock her out. We didn’t want to have to carry her down the stairs. For a moment, I didn’t think she would drink, but when she did, I felt myself relax a bit. Now, it was just a matter of time.

“So, dear,” she said to Miriam as she entered with Max in tow, “you returned to finish tutoring Daniella. How generous.”

“Not exactly,” Miriam said. Mother raised her eyebrows but said nothing. “I’m not her tutor. We’re working together. Your daughter is more than capable.”

“Of course she is,” Mother said dismissively. I felt the heat in my cheeks but tamped down my anger. “How are the dogs? Well behaved, I should hope.”

“They’re fine,” I said. I was no actress, so the plan was to be terse. I was supposed to look as if I was hiding something, and Miriam had suggested that I keep my responses shorter than I might otherwise. I had not understood her reasoning until now when Mother’s reaction—the look in her eyes—turned gleeful and predatory.

Miriam, however, was an actress. Ever since Mother had come through the door, Miriam’s entire demeanor had shifted to the point where I barely recognized her. She looked tired, stressed, and shamed by something, but too proud to admit any of it. Miriam would walk carelessly through the house and around the grounds during the preceding days, and if one of the dogs leaped on her from behind, she would gladly offer herself to him then and there. But now, she refused to let Max out of her sight, always keeping both dogs in front of her. If I had not known better, I would have thought she was afraid of him. And clearly, that’s what Mother was thinking. One could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes.

Soon, Mother’s eyes became a little glassy, and her movements were a little more lethargic. It was almost time. I leaned on the counter with my elbows. “You had something you wanted to tell me?” I said. “Some exciting news, right?”

“Oh,” she said, trying to shake off the disorientation. “It is big. But it can wait.”

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Yes, dear,” she said. “Do you have the heat on?”

“No, Mother,” I said.

“I think I need some air,” she said. “And then we’ll talk.”

She tried to rise from her stool at the counter but had to catch herself. She looked at me, and her expression changed. Nothing seemed to make sense to her for a second, and then I saw it. She knew something was wrong. The shock took her legs out from under her.

It took us a few moments to get her back to her feet. It was pathetic. She was babbling and slurring, and I almost felt bad for her. We carefully led her down the stairs into the basement, and it wasn’t until we sat her in the chair in front of the computer monitors that she truly figured out what had happened.

I started playing the videos, starting with the first encounter, and her eyes watched the screens in shock, at first, and then lust. It was not until the videos showed me willingly getting down on my hands and knees and letting Max mount me as I cooed and whimpered in ecstasy that her lust shriveled into horror.

“No,” Mother said. “How could you?”

“How could I, Mother?” I hissed, straddling her lap and drawing myself close enough that I could feel her rapidly beating heart against my own. “How could YOU?!”

I hadn’t expected to shout. I hadn’t been part of the plan, but here we were. My own mother, the terrifying person I had ever known, now trembled in front of me. I grabbed her wrist and held it up. She tried to pull away, but I was younger and stronger, and her stupor gave me all the help I needed. Miriam fastened each of the leather cuffs to her wrists as I held them up in turn. Mother regarded them in disbelief but was too stunned to say anything. It was only when Miriam fastened a collar around her neck that she found her voice.

“Please…” she said softly. “Please don’t do this.”

I stared into her eyes. “It’s too late, Mother,” I said. With that, I began unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom. When at last, I undid the top button, I peeled it away. She had taken her attention off the videos to look at me, but they were still running. Straddling her as I was, I could only hear barks, growls, and moans of pleasure and pain. When I unclasped her bra, her attention returned to the videos—anything not to look her daughter in the eyes.

Like mine, Mothers’ breasts were firm and pale but had a mother’s roundedness to them. I took one of her pink nipples between my fingers and squeezed. Her eyes met mine again.

“Look at me,” I said. Even when Miriam fastened the cuffs to her ankles, she kept her eyes on me. I nodded my head vaguely back toward the nonstop scenes of bestial depravity. “Why, Mother? Why would you do this to your own daughter? Why would you blackmail me like this?”

“It’s what our family’s always done,” she said, still slurring a little.

I looked at the dogs. “You mean you…?”

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “For me, it was… something else.”

“Well,” I said, climbing off her lap, “it ends with us. Stand up.”

She tried to stand, but between the valium, fear, and despair, she wobbled. Miriam steadied her, but only to unzip the back of her skirt. When she finally stood in front of me in only a pair of plain white panties, she again refused to look at me.

“Take off your panties,” I said. Her eyes met mine again. She shook her head. “I can just cut them off,” I added. Miriam clicked a leather leash onto one of the steel rings on her collar to help me emphasize the situation.

Hesitantly, Mother hooked her fingers under the thin cotton and peeled them down. Miriam and I led her to the spot on the floor with the steel loops when she stepped out of them. She recognized it, of course, and her breath caught in her throat. But she had no time to react. Miriam tugged the leash firmly.

“Kneel,” she said, not unkindly.

Mother knelt, and for a moment, I looked at her. I thought she would have been more panicked, but instead, she seemed resigned. I had never known her to be anything other than commanding and overbearing, and the change was stark.

Miriam and I locked her hands and feet to the loops on the floor, and when she had had a moment to squirm, we locked her knees in place, just as we had mine. We had taken our time, and by the time Miriam looped the leash loosely through the steel bolt below Mother’s neck, the valium had worn off. The cold fire I recognized returned to Mother’s eyes, but old memories of submission tempered it.

“You’ve made your point, dear,” Mother said as Miriam and I placed the cameras around her in a wide circle. We even had a few leftovers, so we placed two underneath her and tied one to a bolt-on the ceiling. No angle would go un-filmed. For us, it wasn’t so much that we were going to want the footage to drool over later. This was purely for Mother’s benefit.

When we were done, I knelt in front of her. “Don’t be shy,” I said. At that, Miriam fastened my own collar around my neck. Mother’s eyes changed. Now she knew. “This isn’t about revenge, Mother. This is about survival. Mine. Yours, if you like. And the family’s, if that sort of thing is more important to you than power or wealth.”

“You know it is,” she said, raising as much as she could.

“Do I?” I pulled the leash enough to put tension on the collar. “I guess we’re about to find out.”

A click from the keyboard and the cameras activated.

Miriam rejoined me and began to shed her clothes. Mother looked at her with disgust, which was the wrong reaction. Miriam clicked her fingers.

“Max!” Miriam called.

“Wait!” Mother said in a sudden panic as she heard the tick-ticking of claws on the floor somewhere behind her.

Miriam began to pull my shirt over my head, and Mother’s attention cycled rapidly between us in front of her and the dog approaching from behind. Her body jerked when Max’s tongue made contact with her exposed pussy. Her face took on a blank defiant shape that I recognized from the videos of myself. That would change soon enough.

I ran my hands up Miriam’s smooth brown legs and up to her shapely butt. Mother refused to react until I leaned forward on my knees and kissed my girlfriend’s sex, which points her eyes locked onto the nexus of our flesh. I licked the length of Miriam’s slit and turned briefly to Mother. “Want a taste?” I asked as innocently as I could sound.

Mother’s eyes focused straight ahead, but I began to hear little throaty grunts as Max’s tongue worked its magic. I began licking Miriam’s pussy in earnest now, her taste and scent sending waves of arousal radiating out from my belly. I began sucking and teasing her clit, and Miriam moaned.

Max took this as his signal, apparently, and when I heard the jingle of his collar and the grunt from Mother as he put his weight on her back, I turned my attention to watch, continuing to massage Miriam’s clit with my thumb.

“If I were you, I’d relax,” Miriam said. “Don’t tense up, or it’ll just hurt more.”

Mother tried to give her a sharp look but was interrupted when Max’s cock thrust into her. She shrieked just as I had the first time. It was eerie how much she sounded like me in this regard.

“AAH! OWWWWW!” she hollered. “OW! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!”

Max, as always, gave her no time to adjust to his rapid fucking.

“G-g-get him off!” Mother begged, but I had pulled Miriam down to the floor with me, skinning off my pants in the process.

I laid Miriam down and dove back into her pussy, and soon enough, her moans mingled with Mother’s staccato wails and the squelching sound of bestial sex. Max had become famous around the house for lasting a long time before knotting, and now he was demonstrating the extent of his endurance. His forepaws gripped mother by her hips, and each jackhammering thrust sent shockwaves through her flesh and, it seemed, her soul as well. Copious canine precum dripped from her pussy, and as Mother’s cries softened into whimpers, I suspected that some of the moisture was hers.

Suddenly, Mother’s eyes shot open, and she yelped. Max had stopped moving. They were tied. Miriam stroked my head and sat up. Reluctantly, I unglued my lips from her pussy.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Mother asked pitifully. It was just an act. There was no way Max had broken her so soon.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mother,” I said, kneeling on one side of her and running my fingers through her hair. “You know all about what’s going on. You’d have to. You got me this.” I indicated my collar. “This was for me, after all.”

Miriam knelt on the other side of her and stroked her fingers up from Mother’s breast to her chin, making the woman gasp almost silently. Mother clenched her eyes, but Miriam’s fingers directed her chin gently upward, so they were eye to eye. “But just in case you somehow don’t know,” Miriam said, “he’s got his knot in you, and the warmth you feel in your belly is his cum. Feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

Mother forced her face away, but with each movement of her body and spasm of Max’s cock inside her, it was obvious she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure. At first, it was little grunts and then soft groans, but after about ten minutes of being locked in love with the shepherd, gasps and moans came unselfconsciously. As much as I wanted to see Mother suffer for what she had done to me, I’m not a sadist at heart. The point of this was the video, or at least it had started that way. Now, I wanted her to feel the way I felt. I needed her to experience what I had. I wanted her to break just as I had broken, with pleasure.

So, as Max’s knot ground up against her clit and g-spot, I began running my hands over her body, feeling soft womanly curves where, for a long time, I had suspected that there was only stone. Miriam started doing the same, and before long, Mother had relaxed, and her moans filled the basement.

When Max’s knot eventually began to ease out of her, I ran my hand down her belly and to her clit. I made my fingers slick with dog cum and began rubbing her clit.

“Oh, god!” Mother cried out. “Don’t stop!”

Miriam looked at me with wide eyes. It was my mother, after all. My mother was shaking in orgasm as I massaged her clit. I just shrugged and used my other hand to massage one of her breasts.

Max’s cock popped from her, and cum poured out onto the floor. She moved as if to roll onto her side but couldn’t. Instead, she dropped to her elbows. It meant her butt went higher in the air, and she exposed more of her leaking pussy to the cameras, but she did not seem to notice or care.

What she did notice was Miriam kneeling in front of her. Her gaze had been fixed on the tile, but now her eyes followed Miriam’s smooth mocha skin up from her knees to the nexus of her legs, over her tight young belly up to her firm flawless breasts, and then, finally, up to meet her kind dark eyes.

Miriam took Mother’s head in her hands and smoothed away the tears that had spilled from the corners of her eyes. “Y’know,” she said, “Dani’s a great girl. One of the kindest I know, actually, if you discount all this craziness. To tell the truth, I don’t like seeing her like this, all wound up and mean. She’s a great lover, and after all, this is said and done, we’re going to be together. You get me?”

Mother’s face was a muddle of confusion and psychic pain. It truly hadn’t occurred to her that her daughter wouldn’t be a good fit for any of the men presented to her, no matter how stiff the blackmail. And here she was, getting the news undiluted.

“But,” Miriam continued, “there’s something about you that makes me think that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Mother finally spoke, albeit in a worn, raspy tone.

“It means that I think you have some of the same natural talents as Dani,” Miriam said. “And I want you to show me if I’m right.”

Before Mother had a chance to retort, Miriam lifted Mother’s face until it was level with her breasts. This meant that Mother had to come off her elbows. As I watched, Miriam leaned in. Instead of shying away or dodging, Mother opened her mouth and accepted my girlfriend’s nipple. At first, she mainly seemed to suck on it, but then I saw her tongue go to work, swirling around Miriam’s hard black nub.

“Mmm…” Miriam sighed. “Yes… that’s it.”

Watching as Mother licked and sucked my girlfriend’s nipple, I began to feel my body tremble. I was so horny. But I was also feeling a bit left out. I moved behind Miriam and kissed her neck and ears. Mother switched to the other side all on her own, and Miriam moaned softly under our combined kisses.

I slid my hand down Miriam’s smooth belly and stopped when I came to the wetness between her legs. The feel of her slick labia intoxicated me in a way nothing else could. She moaned and bore down, and for a moment, her hungry sex grasped my fingers in its hot wet embrace. My fingers slid out of her and traced up against her hot little button, and she shook and let out a ragged breath. Miriam ran her fingers through Mother’s hair and down her neck and shoulders, eliciting a soft moan. Mother, in turn, looked up at me, and for the first time, I saw lust in her eyes. It was still veiled by stern stubbornness, but it was there.

Miriam sat herself down and reclined back onto my knees as I knelt. Her drooling pussy was situated directly under Mother’s chin, the request clear, but Mother stared straight ahead at me. I took the leash in one hand and pulled gently but firmly. Fed through the steel loop on the floor, the tension in the leash pulled Mother’s head down until she was again forced down onto her elbows.

“It won’t bite, Mrs. H,” Miriam said.

“I-I’ve,” Mother started. I’d never heard her stammer before. “I’ve… I’ve never… before.”

“It’s easy,” Miriam said, running her hands through Mother’s hair again. “But if you want, Dee can help you along.”

I readied myself to pull more on the leash but suddenly felt it go slack as Mother lowered herself the rest of the way. Miriam gasped in erotic delight as Mother’s tongue made contact with her aching pussy. “Yessss,” she moaned.

Mother gave my girlfriend another tentative lick, and another, and another. She was getting the hang of it, all right. Miriam arched up toward her, and Mother’s lips sealed themselves to the wet young sex in front of her. I couldn’t see what was Mother was doing with her tongue, but from the way Miriam writhed against me, it was all good.

“You lied,” I said to Mother. “You have been with a woman before.”

Without removing her mouth from my girlfriend’s pussy, she just shook her head. Miriam, if she heard our words, was certainly in no state to respond. Her fingers grasped at Mother’s hair as she panted.

In the shadows, I heard a soft, deep, huffing sound, and when I looked up, I saw Arthur waiting in the wings, shifting his weight from side to side. In a moment when Mother had her eyes closed, I motioned for him to join us, and he padded up behind Mother’s up-thrust butt and snuffled around, taking in her feminine scent. His whiskers must have tickled the backs of her thighs because her eyes shot open, and she tried to pull away. Miriam’s fingers were so entwined in her hair, however, that the effort proved futile. A couple licks from the Rottweiler, and her eyes rolled back in her head. As always, Arthur’s licking was fast and heavy, and even more so because he was getting sloppy seconds.

Mother’s renewed moaning pushed Miriam over the edge. Her body tensed, and she squealed in ecstasy as she came. “God, yes!” she cried. “Yes! Yes! Mrs. H!”

Mother, for reasons that I couldn’t understand, continued to suck and lick at Miriam’s clit until Arthur’s licking became too much. She raised her face, slick with my girlfriend’s juices, and panted. Whatever I thought of her before, she no longer resembled the woman I had known for nineteen years. Instead, I saw desire. On one level, I saw her sexual hunger override her humiliation. And on another, I saw her as desirable, almost as an older version of me. Her face reminded me of my own in the videos. This recognition happened, I think, in the space of a few seconds, however, because Mother had only caught her breath for a moment before Arthur’s meaty paws wrapped around her hips.

He thrust once or twice, and then he was in. It was not gentle, and Mother’s face twisted into a collage of pain and pleasure as she screamed, first silently and then seemingly with her whole body as it rocked with each of Arthur’s violent thrusts.

“EeeeAAaaugh!” she wailed. “He’s huge!”

“I know, Mother,” I said, leaving Miriam to recover. I knelt next to the wailing, grunting woman and smoothed her hair. “We both know many times over.”

She continued her staccato whimpering but turned her head to look up at me. Her eyes devoured my body, coming to rest between my legs. I had freshly shaved the hair from my crotch, no difficult task considering my hair was fine and blonde all over. I could see Mother trying to picture her daughter’s tight young pussy filled up with the massive dog cock that was currently pounding into her helpless body.

“I’ll show you later,” I said. “If you like.”

“Nnnnnng!” she groaned. I didn’t know how to take that, but I decided it was a yes.

“Good,” I said, and then reach a hand under her chest and massaged her breasts as she came. “I’m thrilled you’re beginning to enjoy them. They may have been an unwelcome surprise at first, but it really is incredible. Honestly, you’d probably have found it difficult to find me a husband who could take their place. So, what I’m saying, I guess, is that everything’s worked out for the best. Thank you, Mother.”

She groaned again, this time her whole breath leaving her, as Arthur’s knot pushed into her and stayed. “Fuck,” she breathed. But her eyes were still focused between my legs.

Miriam had moved and was now reclining outside the ring of cameras. She had left the space in front of Mother unoccupied, so I took my chance. I lay down, my aching pussy only an inch from Mother’s face.

“Come on,” I said. “You know you want a taste.”

The mother didn’t need to be encouraged a second time. She dipped her face down and kissed me square on the opening to my holiest of holies. Her breath was hot and rapid as Arthur’s knot ground around inside her, and for a moment, I thought that alone might have me twitching in orgasm. When her tongue slid along my slit and dipped into me just enough to find my clitoris, I arched my back and grabbed my own breasts, feeling erotic, incestuous lightning firing through my body every which way.

“Wow,” Miriam breathed.

Mother’s tongue felt incredible, and her soft lips, coated with my juices, were pure heaven. She wasn’t just pleasuring me or trying to get me to orgasm as quickly as possible. She was making love to me. I could feel it in the way she took her time to find my favorite spots and tease them, stoking inside of me an erotic fire that began to burn out of control. I lost control of my limbs, feeling them tremble at my sides, unable to perform anything but the most basic function. I raised my head a little, and our eyes met. Her gaze burned into mine, and I saw for the first time what she had wanted all along. It wasn’t a submission or servitude. It wasn’t a video or my body. It was me. She wanted me, and she had me. And I had her.

“Mom!” I cried out. “Mommy! Yes!”

Orgasm wracked my body, and I thought I might pass out. Her lips and tongue continued to work on me, and I came again in rapid succession. And there it was: a smile, a genuine smile. Had she broken? I still don’t know, even to this day.

When I eventually pulled myself away, I curled up on the floor, panting, watching her orgasm again as Arthur’s knot and gigantic member slipped from her.

*****

“So…?” Miriam said as Mother sat up on her knees.

We had unchained her hands and knees, had unclasped the leash from her collar, and we’re working on the foot bindings. The last of Arthur’s cum dropped out of her.

“It was amazing,” she said. After a long pause. “I just wish it had been under better circumstances.”

“No,” Miriam said. “We have your word that you’ll leave Dee and me alone?”

“Not exactly,” she said.

Miriam looked as if she was about to tell the dogs to attack her, but I shot her a look.

“We can make a supercut of this if you like,” Miriam said. “And we can post it around the internet.”

Mother put a hand on my girlfriend’s shoulder. “Go ahead,” Mother said. “With the first part, at least. I’ll help. I used to be a TV producer, you know.”

When she kissed Miriam on the lips, the girl’s eyes were a flurry of confusion. “I don’t understand,” Miriam said.

I did, but I didn’t want to spoil it for her.

“Darling,” she said. “You’re going to see much more of me from now on. Much more. After all, you helped my daughter become the woman she is today. I’ll have to find ways to thank you.”

I realize this sounds insane to someone on the outside, but it was transcendent for the three of us at that moment.

Mother continued, “And you both, with a little help, reminded me of who I used to be, which is very much like you, dear. Free. And now, again, I’m free.”

“Thank you, Mother,” I said.

“Danielle—Dani,” she corrected herself. “You don’t have to be so formal. Not anymore. There was something nice about the way you called me ‘mommy’ and ‘mom’ when you came.”

“Thanks, mommy,” I said.

“Or, mom.”

We all laughed in relief, love, and exhaustion.

“Gee, thanks, mom.”

The End.

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