"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.