After several minutes with no sounds but our own ragged breathing, mom started pulling herself up. I caught my own mother red-handed molesting our god-damned family pet, and you think you can ground me for violating your privacy? Dio hadn’t let up in all this time, and now my mother was strung between us. Then, Dio’s hips stopped moving forward. She was begging for it, but the dog was clearly in physical control of the situation. When she did, her eyes grew wide. I wasn’t a sexual prodigy by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d watched enough porn to know that human doms brought a certain level of intentionality to what they did. Her pussy was seeping lube, clearly ready for round two. Mom was fucking the dog. Suddenly, Dio froze. “I’m your, mhhmmmm, mother. Dio, come here boy!
