But a second later, she was gasping in desperation. "No, no! You dumb dog! Not there! Oh, for God's sakes – can't you find my pussy? Stop fucking my thighs! Oh, ohhh! Rex, get your cock in my fuck-hole!"
She thrust a hand between her trembling thighs and grasped hungrily at his stiff red cock to help him into her fuck-hungry body. But right at that moment, she heard a familiar sound.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "It's Mother!"
She completely confused Rex as she leapt to her feet and flew to the closet for a robe. She dashed out of her room with the dog close on her heels and stood near the sofa, catching her breath, trying to look normal. The door opened, and her mother immediately frowned.
"What are you doing in your robe?"
"I was going to take a shower when you drove up," Karen replied.
"And what's that damned dog doing in the house?" Sheila grumbled. She sank down onto the sofa and heaved a sigh.
"Did you have a rough day at the office, Mom?" Karen asked sweetly.
"Yes!" her mother said. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. Visions of her boss' enormous hot cock danced in her head.
"Put Rex out," she sighed. "And go take your shower. I'm exhausted."
Karen didn't really want to put Rex out, but she couldn't afford to show signs of affection for the mutt at this late stage. So she led the dog away.
At the kitchen door, she stooped down and fondled his cock and whispered: "Don't worry, Rex, we're gonna fuck."
Then she pushed him outside.
She walked back into the living room and dutifully headed for the bathroom. She didn't notice that there was a pleasant smile on her mother's lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen really needed a stiff cock up her cunt. Though very young, she had the cravings of a much older girl. And she didn't know what to do about her horny cunt. It never dawned on her that she could get fucked by any one of a hundred boys. All she could think of was her dog's big, red prick. His cock had felt so nice fucking in and out of her mouth. Just imagine the thrill of having his prick fuck her pussy!
The next day was Saturday, and it turned out to be a day of pure hell for her. For one thing, her mother didn't go shopping as she usually did. Sheila seemed in a particularly good mood, walking around the house in her robe the whole morning, humming happily.
This was hell for Karen, because she had planned on being home alone. She wanted to get Rex into the house, into her bedroom and up her cunt. She was sure the dog could fuck her if he mounted her the way he mounted a bitch in heat. And she felt very much like a bitch in heat. Every fiber of her body was aching for a good, stiff prick.
What Karen didn't know was that her mother was also feeling like a bitch in heat. As she sat on the sofa, pretending to watch a soap opera, her mind was filled with thoughts of Bob Rix's immense prick. She kept squeezing her thighs together as she looked at the TV, making her pussy muscles tighten up. This excited her cunt, and her clit was thick and stiff between her hot pussy-lips. She was horny.
Karen was going out of her mind by noon. Eating lunch with her mother wasn't fun at all. She had hoped her mom would be out of the house by noon. No such luck.
After lunch, Sheila said something about getting dressed, and Karen's heart leapt. At last her mother was going to split and leave her alone with Rex! Or so she thought.
A series of very curious things began to happen that puzzled the girl. For example, when Sheila went into her room to dress, she didn't put panties on.
Sheila's bedroom door was ajar, and Karen could see inside. Her eyebrows knit in a puzzled frown as she watched her mom put on a tight sweater and a short skirt. No panties. Her mother never ever went without undies! Was she going out with nothing on underneath those brief things?
Then another curious thing happened. Sheila emerged from her room and gazed at her pretty daughter.
"Why are you hanging around the house?" she asked. "Why don't you go out?"
Karen's heart fell. "I don't want to go out," she said.
"But it's Saturday, and it's a beautiful afternoon," Sheila said. "You should get out in the sunshine."
Karen scowled. "Well, I thought I'd go to my room and read this afternoon."
"Read? I've never known you to read. You're always bitching about wanting to get out of the house. Hell, I can't keep you inside even when it's raining. What's up?"
Karen might have asked the same thing. Her mother just didn't seem to be acting right. She shrugged her shoulders and said: "I found a good book at the library – that's all."
"Well, I want you to go out. Get with your friends. Do something fun today."
"I don't wanna," Karen replied. But she thought about the fun thing she really wanted to do that afternoon – fuck Rex!
Why was her mother trying to get her out of the house? How strange!
Her answer came a moment later. Sheila moved to the window and stared outside. "Well, you might as well go out and play," she murmured. "Mr. Rix is coming by this afternoon, and we're going to be very busy."
"He is?" Karen asked. "I didn't know that."
"Yes. We have to finish up what we started last night. So go on out, Karen."
With that, Sheila turned and went into the bathroom, leaving Karen with no choice but to obey. Karen got to her feet, muttering to herself. What could she do? She couldn't argue with her mother and cause a big scene.
She heaved a sigh and surrendered to the fate dealt her. Okay, she'd go out. Better that than sitting here listening to her mother and Mr. Rix talk business.
She went into her own room and slipped into a little minidress. She didn't put on a bra or panties. Like mother, like daughter, she thought wickedly. She wondered again why her mother was naked under her clothes. With Mr. Rix coming over! Was there a connection?
Karen shook her head at herself in the mirror. Of course there was no connection. Her mother was the most sexless woman she'd ever known. There couldn't be anything between Mr. Rix and her mother. Karen didn't believe her mother even touched her own cunt!
Karen came out of the bedroom, ready to leave the house, when the doorbell rang.
"Get that, will you, darling?" Sheila called from the bathroom. "It's probably Mr. Rix."
It was, and the minute Karen saw the man, she knew he wanted to do sexy things to her. He was much handsomer than she imagined from her mother's description of him, and his gaze lingered over every inch of her curvy body.
"Uhh – are you Mr. Rix?" Karen asked in a strained voice. His gaze made her feel naked.
Bob Rix grinned. "Yep, that's me. And you must be Karen. May I come in?"
Karen blushed and stepped aside. "Yes, of course. Mom – I mean, my mother – will be out in a minute. Sit down if you want."
Bob didn't want to sit down just yet. He wanted to remain standing close to the pretty teenager with the sharply pointing tits.
"You're prettier than your mother told me," he said.
Karen felt like he was really saying that her tits were prettier than he'd expected. It made her smile, and a funny feeling tickled the depths of her belly.
"You're more handsome than Mom said," she cooed.
At that moment, she saw the bulge of his cock rising in his pants, and it took her breath away. So that's what cockteasing is, she thought. What a big cock!
She was certain that the man was about to do or say something sexy when the bathroom door opened and her mother came out smiling from ear to ear at her boss.
Boss, hell, Karen thought. He didn't look like any boss she'd ever seen. In his sharp clothes and with that immense boner, he looked more like a fucking stud.
"I'm going now, Mom," Karen said.
"Have fun, darling," her mother replied without looking at her. Her steady gaze was on Bob.
Karen left the house stewing over the situation. Her mother wasn't wearing undies. Bob Rix turned out to be a juicy hunk of man. And he'd arrived without a briefcase or anything. Where was the work they were supposed to do? Were they really getting together to work?