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The young mother, full with unrealized fantasies of her grandfather here in the forest from when she was a girl, discovers her daughter and Max, and watches, further fueling her own desires. (Ff, underage, inc, 1st-lesbian-expr, mast, oral, beast) *** Lost in her thoughts, driving the four hour trip from the city, Molly turned off the exit at Junction 33, the big brown and white Forest-Service sign reading, “Entering Chattum River National Forest.” Molly remembered a prominent memory from when she’d visited when she was a girl, how she’d often wear just a light summer dress around the cabin, with nothing on underneath, the breezes blowing around her bare skin, liberating. She was in a hurry to get to the cabin after the long drive, to take a quick shower and change. She wanted to feel that thrilling feeling again, her breasts and freshly shaven pussy naked under her flowery sundress out here in the forest. The sound of the car moving through the trees on the narrow two-track road, the dirt and gravel under the tires, was a sound she remembered from when she was her daughter’s age. She remembered going down to a favorite spot along the river, where she’d lean against a tree, and touch herself, slipping her fingers inside herself, touching, squeezing her young breasts, pulling on her aching hard nipples. She remembered the one day when, off on a walk, she saw her grandfather through the woods. She started to call out to him. Then as she came around a tree she saw what he was doing; he’d come out into the woods for a little relief too, her grandfather was jerking off. Molly couldn’t look away. She ducked behind the tree, and lifting her sundress, touching herself, watched her grandfather pulling on his erection she felt feelings she’d never felt quite this way before. She’d never seen a man masturbate, and she was mesmerized by her grandfather’s hand sliding up and down his huge hard cock, jacking his cock, hearing his whispering words, unable to make out what he was saying. She remembered how she felt, almost breathless, so excited, her nipples and breasts swelling, her little pussy so, so hot, so slippery wet. How she touched herself watching him, sliding her fingers into herself, imagining her fingers were his swollen thick cock. Molly masturbated night after night at the cabin to that image of him, his head back, his eyes closed, his body tensing and then convulsing, his loud sigh as he came, his cum spurting out onto the forest floor, his knees practically buckling under him. She loved saying the word to herself, his, cock, she’d whisper, making herself squirm and push her hot little cunny into her fingers. She imagined kneeling in front of him, her pulling on his cock, jacking her young grandfather’s cock, in her little hands, sucking on his thick swollen cock, fucking him with her hot little mouth until he came and came in her mouth, on her face, on her sundress, her naked underneath. She realized years later how he must have gotten so horny being out here on his own with his daughter and granddaughter. The thought made Molly wet. Her pussy hummed on the car seat, the vibrations on the gravel road vibrating her clit. She imagined him lifting her little dress, her naked underneath, his big strong hands on her tender little hips. She didn’t wake Stacy, asleep laying across the back seat. Not even their dog, Max, their unusually big five year old golden retriever Molly’s grandfather bought from a breeder and trained, restless in the back of the Land Rover, smelling the woods around them, his persistent whines in his excitement, could shake Molly’s sense of release being here, at last. The cabin bordered the National Forest, and her worries slipped away almost as she turned off the blacktop. She felt her nipples tingle, and the sensation shoot between her legs, remembering her grandfather and that day in the woods, how she’d fantasize wanting him, him coming into her room at night in the cabin, their shared secret, him touching her, sucking her nipples, her pulling on his hard cock, him sliding it inside her, spreading her open, him taking her virginity. The fragrance of cottonwood, the soft earth tone browns of River Larch trunks, the mountain rush; deep lush greens with deep reddish brown cattails; the fragrance of pine and the soft beds of pine needles on the ground, all came sweeping back from her childhood here. The all but forgotten sensations, her laying on the pine needle beds, looking up through the trees, clouds passing by, her raising her tender little hips into her fingers, cumming in the middle of the forest, her panting breaths subsiding, the sounds of leaves falling, of the pine branches rubbing against each other in the breezes, her picturing her grandfather jerking his incestuous cock, her licking her lips. As she drove in, bursts of cooler forest breeze propelled through the car windows, the push of the river as the road curved and wound close to it; she was home. She’d been coming here since she was a young girl with her family, and now she and Stacy were moving here, to live. It was their home now, surrounded by trees and lakes and the river, not another house for miles around. She stopped the car and got out, the motor running, and unhooked the cable hanging across the road into the property. It was remote, isolated wilderness, the fresh earthy scent of the woods filling her; she felt free, completely herself, strong, assured of her place in the world. Driving through the entrance, overgrown branches lightly slid along the sides of the car. She got back out and relocked the cable, and then drove on through the woods. She made a mental note she’d have to cut the branches back. The cabin at last appeared through the trees, just as she remembered it. Rustic but modern, the almost new green metal roof her grandfather told her he’d put on his last time down, just before he passed away, the big open windows, the pine and cedar structure he’d built by hand. She smiled to herself, fondly remembering him, his presence still very much in her heart. Turning off the car, the forest seemed like an echoing silent canyon. She felt welcomed by the bird songs sounding through the woods, as if, they remembered her, the little girl who tended to the bird feeders every summer, now a single mother, who all through her youth would masturbate in the forest, them fluttering from branch to branch above her, exciting her to think they were watching her touch herself, imagining her grandfather watching her at a distance through the woods, the fantasy making her writhe in pleasure. Molly, had at her young age, accumulated a small fortune. She’d also just inherited enough money that it was up to her whether, or not she worked again. Her grandfather left the cabin to her and Stacy, and she’d sold their house in the city to come live here. “Wake up, baby. We’re here, sweetie” she said opening the passenger side rear door for Stacy, the joy obvious in her voice. Stacy sat up sleepy-eyed, yawning and then smiling. “We’re here?” Stacy asked sleepily, immediately feeling good, like her young mother, absorbing her mother’s excitement that they were finally at the cabin. The revitalizing effects of the forest air, the silence, the solitude palpable and refreshing, Stacy could sense the immediate change in her mother. “We’re here, baby” Molly affirmed, her voice thrilled almost laughing as she opened the back gate of the Land Rover for Max, impatiently waiting, both Molly and Stacy laughing at his glee to get out and into the woods. *** Molly was amazed that it had only been six days since she and Stacy had arrived at the cabin. She felt like an entirely different person, worlds away from her state of mind before they’d left the city. She announced she was going to take a walk, leaving Stacy and Max content to play while she walked down through the woods to the river. She was going to her favorite place, to her favorite tree, to think about her grandfather. Molly felt tremendously horny. She’d masturbated each night to fresh, incestuous fantasies of her and her grandfather. The forest always made her feel this way, this place, the feeling and smells of him. She’d made herself cum the night before, her favorite fantasy of her grandfather between her legs, his hard cock deep inside her belly, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her, him kissing her, deeply, lovingly, sexually. Practically bounding down the trail, the slaps of her flip-flop’s echoing into the forest, she looked back and could see the cabin through the trees; out here there was little to be concerned about - Stacy had Max there with her, Max, all male and very protective of both her and Stacy. He was a big dog. His paws so broad, people had commented since he was just a puppy. He was pure bred, broad-chested, sturdy, muscular, and the sweetest dog Molly ever had. He already outweighed her, Molly, at 5’ 2” and 105 pounds, and seemed even bigger next to Stacy, his long golden yellow fur hanging down around him glowing in the forest. Max was their protector, and best friend. The one male in their little family, and his gentle, reserved masculinity was always a kind comfort to the young mother and her daughter. She took off her sandal’s to feel the forest floor under her bare feet, calming her rush, padding down the path in her summer dress, and true to form, she hadn’t worn panties or a bra and felt deliciously naked underneath Her dark brown hair blew around her face in the breeze as she got to the river, the cooler air giving her goosebumps. The breeze blowing up under her dress and over her nakedness, her nipples erect, her already over- brimming horniness turning into instant lusting arousal. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in two years, and despite how much she valued her independence at this time of her life, it was in moments like this she missed having a lover. As she approached the riverbed she smiled to herself at just how sexual she was, how horny she was. She’d always been kinky, and had kinky lovers. Her breasts tingled, swelled under the thin sundress. The warmth spread through her belly, and she felt that tingling sensation between her legs. She couldn’t help running her hands over her summer dress in front of her, over her thighs, and between her legs. She lifted the hem, and brushed her fingers over her bare soft pussy. Slippery, creamy wet. She felt a thrill shoot through her picturing seeing her grandfather jerking off not far from here. In her sexual reverie she pictured the young woman park ranger they’d talked to in town at the grocery the day before, happening upon her here at the river. The woman was Native American, Molly thought, probably of mixed descent. Molly found herself drawn to the woman’s almost translucent skin, her beaming smile. She kept thinking, “Gorgeous” and wondered what it would be like to kiss her. She kept looking at the young woman, her narrow shoulders, tiny, petite like Molly; her hair was the thickest, silkiest shiny brown-black hair, and Molly fantasized the scent of lingering fragrances in her hair, the woman’s thighs being as soft and smooth, her belly, her breasts, what her skin smelled like, soft, powdery, naturally perfumy. The young teenage boy working at the store noticed the ranger, too; he kept looking at both of them, probably fantasizing a three way, Molly grinned. He was strong, a good build. She decided in her fantasy of him, that he was well hung. She purposefully kept exaggerating her body’s curves, wanting him to look, wanting the ranger to notice too. Molly knew from all her workouts that she had a tight little bottom, and her narrow waist like the ranger’s, showed off her large breasts. She turned heads in her bikini’s, her firm breasts, her perfect, petite little body, her also thick dark brown long hair; she’d been called “a hottie” by a guy she hoped would come visit them there at the cabin. An artist she’d met. Broad shouldered, handsome she thought, and sexy. She fantasized calling him, “Daddy” something smoldering hot about him, the way he’d look at her, hungry, mischievous. He made her laugh. She felt happy with him around. He reminded her of her grandfather. Molly had no sooner gotten to her favorite little spot along the river when she decided she wanted to go back for her toy. This was too good a fantasy. Images of him, what he would be like as a lover in real life, versus just over the internet. She wanted to slide her silver vibrator inside her, leaning against a tree, pretending it was him pushing her up against her favorite tree trunk, raising her sundress, and fucking her like a wild animal here in the forest; or, both the ranger and the boy at the store who had found her by the river, and were having their way with her. Her grandfather watching through the trees, jerking off. Coming back up the well worn trail into the clearing surrounding the cabin, she heard Stacy squeal, once and then again, delighted about something. Molly felt an irrepressible smile come over her sense of being, pleased Stacy was loving being here too. As she got closer to the cabin she could hear Stacy making sounds like she was thoroughly entertaining herself. She heard Max bark playfully too, and thought they must be up to something fun, and she wanted to be with them. She decided her session by the river could wait. She wanted to spend as much time with Stacy as she could, especially in these first few weeks. Her private session would be nicer in bed tonight anyway, when Stacy was asleep and she could really enjoy herself. Molly listened to Stacy’s giggles, and her shhhhh’ing Max, not whispering, but obviously trying to keep her voice down, and trying to keep Max quiet too. The forest was so quiet, sound traveled, her little girl’s voice emanating from the bedroom window at the back of the house, right where the path from the river ended, her daughters giggles and laughter wafting through the trees. “What are they doing?” the young mother pondered quizzically, smiling as she approached the back of the cabin; she'd worried Stacy would grow bored out here all on their own. When she heard a sound from Stacy she hadn’t heard before, and then the woods grow still, and almost too quiet, Molly hurried to the window, curious. She’d noticed back in the city that, Stacy would sometimes usher Max off to her room, and that the house would be really quiet like this. Struck by the similarity of the moment, something vaguely familiar, something she didn’t want to acknowledge to herself, but maybe knew: Sometimes when she’d get home from work, after calling to Stacy and Stacy not answering, Stacy would suddenly come into the room where she was, and looked like she had been up to something. Nothing terribly obvious; she’d be flushed, or her hair, or her skirt would be a little ruffled as she and Max came out of her bedroom, both of them happy and bouncing. Stacy’s blushing smile greeting Molly, would quickly do away with any curiosity on Molly’s part, and she hadn’t thought much about it after until now. She decided to approach the cabin quietly, to peek into Stacy’s bedroom window. Stacy’s window was open, the shutters affixed against the wall of the cabin, the interior of the room dark from outside in the sun dappled forest. She wasn’t snooping so much as just wanting to see Stacy happy, in her own environment here outside the city, wanting to surprise her daughter as she tiptoed up to the window, thinking she’d say, “Hi baby!” and join in on her daughter’s fun. Just as she got to the window, as her eyes adjusted to the shaded room, and Molly squinted to see in, she heard Stacy making sounds like she’d never heard her daughter make. Chirping, soft little mewling sounds. They were sounds of being pleasured. Startled, a flurry of thoughts went through her mind. Her protective-mother side kicking in like a spear. Was she masturbating? She knew she did, they’d talked about it. When she heard Stacy’s moaning voice saying, “Ohhhh Max, ohhh, Max, nnn, yessss, don’t stop, ohhh, lick me, oooohh Maxi” in her softy little girl voice, Molly almost fell over, stopping in her tracks, stunned. She’d never heard her daughter’s young voice making sexual sounds, in the throes of sexual pleasure. She wasn’t sure what to think. She didn’t understand, or even know to imagine what was happening. Could she be? No. Impossible. Her first inclination was to charge up to the window, afraid, startled, protective, frightened, concerned, angry, at Max. At the same time, hearing her daughters sounds, her whimpers and chirping little coos and squeals of pleasure, Molly’s own pussy was tingling, her nipples getting hard, that familiar ache deep inside her, that warm buttery fluttering feeling in her belly. She was already so horny, the sounds of pleasure regardless from what, were turning her on involuntarily. She’d always had a kinky side to her. Loved voyeuristic porn, and something inside her made her want to see. She eased up to the window, and slowly peeked in, her hand on the sill at her mid-chest. She felt her pussy immediately flood, her nipples harden like rocks. Stacy was laying on her back on the floor, almost completely nude. Her pert breasts and puffy nipples were fully erect, swollen, as big as Molly could imagine them being, strawberry red, ripe. Stacy’s soft pearlescent skin was flushed. She looked angelic. Molly’s seminude little girl was laying on her back on the floor, her matching sundress bunched up around her waist, her bare legs open, her bare feet, her toes curled, Max’s head between her legs, her little body undulating, writhing, Max licking her smooth bald glistening mound, her pink sex open and swollen and glistening shiny wet. Molly felt herself gush, an image of her grandfather, between her legs, licking her shiny wet smooth bald humming little slit, Max’s body turned sideways to Stacy’s, standing over her, Stacy’s torso bent around, his long, thick swollen red cock hanging down and in Stacy’s little hand. Again, an image of her grandfather’s cock in her hand swept through Molly. She was breathless. In shock, but also startlingly aroused by the scene before her, her heart beating, thumping in her chest, the sounds of the forest and Stacy’s cooing moans, Max’s bestial licking and snorting and growls almost like a man's sounds making her instantaneously dripping hot wet. Stacy’s legs were spread wide. Her knees up, her feet dangling in mid air, to give Max full access to her sweet little slit, her hips rocking, pressing her pelvis up to his long wet tongue. Stacy was pulling on Max’s cock as he licked and licked and licked her bare smooth bald little mound, his tongue snaking into the pink folds of her soft little cunny, pushing up inside her. Molly didn’t realize Stacy was shaving her little pussy bald smooth, or how sexually excited it would make her, reminding her of when she was a young girl fantasizing about her grandfather. Molly gushed hearing her little girl’s next words. “Ohhh, Maxi, yess, nnn, lick me boy. Nnn, want to make you feel good too” and turning her upper body further, pulling Max by his cock, she leaned her shoulders and head over and under Max, her little fingers wrapped around his mammoth cock in comparison to her small hands, guiding his red, shiny, slippery wet cock to her mouth, and licked it again, and again, cooing and moaning, her little hips undulating into Max’s long tongue as she hummed and moaned happily licking Max’s huge cock. Molly knew immediately this wasn’t their first time; they both licked the other, practiced lovers. Molly slipped her hand under her dress, touching herself, her fingers sliding through her slippery wet folds watching her little girl and Max through the open aired cabin window. Staring at Stacy’s swollen breasts, Molly undid the top buttons of her dress, and slipped her hand inside to cup her own swollen, aching tits, her body shaking with want, watching the prurient scene unfolding before her like it had however many times in secret, in private, like she had wished, fantasized, about her grandfather, in secret, making her gush with excitement. When Stacy opened her mouth, and raised her head to suck Max’s cock into her little mouth, Molly almost came. Her little innocent girl, humming and chirping and sucking Max’s huge doggie-cock lustfully like a far more experienced woman. His thick red cock, sliding into her little girl’s mouth, Stacy moving her head to suck him, as much as she could take, moaning and cooing delightedly, incessantly, humming a little purring sound, just like Molly had, sucking on her grandfather’s cock in her fantasies. Molly ducked back, afraid Stacy would see her at the window. Stacy sat up pushing Max away, guiding him around to her, between her legs, and as Max swung around, knowing exactly what Stacy wanted, Molly looked back in and watched as Max climbed over her daughter, the bulk of his larger body over her little girl and lowered his hindquarters, thrusting at her, as Stacy guided his huge cock to her pink little sex. She watched spellbound as Max’s thick red cock slipped effortlessly inside Stacy, spreading the smooth bald lips of her little girl’s pussy apart, sinking his cock into Molly’s little girl inch by inch, Stacy moaning, “Nnn, Max, ohhhhh, nnn, nnn” his fat red hard cock, fucking deeper and deeper, impossibly so, disappearing into her little girl, sliding back out coated in Stacy’s juices, and then pushing back in, Max gripping Stacy tight to him, Stacy wrapping her arms and legs around his furry torso. As Max continued to fuck his cock deeper and deeper into Molly’s little girl, Stacy moaned in pleasure, hugging Max to her, his big furry body, her legs around him, her knees bent back, her feet in the air her legs bouncing to his thrusts, humping back at him. “Nnn, uh, uh, uhh, nnn, ohhhh, Maxi, nnnnn” Stacy purred, hanging on, bouncing to Max’s thrusts, being fucked hard and long and deep by the big dog. Molly's knees were weak watching his thick swollen cock fucking into her little girl. “Nnn, yes, fuck me. Ohh, ohh, ohh, nn, feels, so good. So big. Nnn, fuck my little pussy, Max. Nnnn, god, nnn, fuck me lover” Molly purred, gasping and grunting and moaning. Molly began cumming as she watched Stacy kissing Max, their tongues licking at each other, Max’s long tongue coated with Stacy’s pussy juice slipping inside her little mouth in a deep French kiss as Stacy moaned, and moaned, fucking her little hips up at Max, the big dog fucking her little girl, his huge dog-cock buried in her daughter, so hot, so erotic Molly couldn’t take her eyes off his cock fucking in and out of her daughter’s tight little slick shiny bald pussy. Max’s back was almost turned toward the window, so she could see his huge thick cock fucking so deep and hard into her little girl, Molly had to contain a growling groan from deep within her, the temptation to let go, to moan out loud, with Stacy, the dog’s cock was so thick, Stacy spread open so perversely, her little cunny wrapped around Max’s thick, hot swollen flesh. The thick hunk of dog-cock, bigger than any man’s cock Molly had ever had, filled her little girl. The lips of her swollen little cunny gripped madly tight around the hard swollen erection buried inside her, gliding between her lithe pale white legs, Max’s balls slapping against her, fucking her hard and deep and fast, the lips of her pussy stretched wide, their juices running out and down between the cheeks of her tight little bottom. Stacy said something Molly didn’t hear, and again afraid Stacy had seen her, she panicked and ducked below the window sill. She was breathing so hard, her heart was pounding. She squeezed her breasts and rubbed her sopping wet cunt listening to the sounds of her little girl being fucked so hard and deep by Max, images of her grandfather reeling through her thoughts, Stacy’s moans exciting the air around them, and as Molly raised back up and looked back in, Max was on his back now, and Stacy was astride him, his cock still buried in her bald little pussy. Stacy was riding him, his big thick doggy-cock, up and down, working his cock, the cheeks of her bottom flexing as she squeezed him inside her, that thick hot hard thing fucking into her little girl. Molly rubbed her cunt furiously. She ‘d never seen anything so intensely erotic, so beautiful, Stacy’s pale white legs half covered in Max’s long fur, her rocking back and forth on top of her dog, his dog-cock so big and thick and swollen hot-hard inside her, her tight little bottom, her bare smooth skin flushed and shiny wet. Molly watched as Max humped faster and faster, Stacy cumming, urging the big dog to cum inside her, his cum pouring from between Stacy’s legs as she rolled and rocked her dripping wet little cunny on his cock, her stretched open bald little cunny, Max’s huge thick red dog-cock plainly fucking up inside her daughter’s swollen pink sex. Molly came with them, her fingers fucking as deep as she could push them into her dripping wet pussy. Still buzzing from her orgasm, uncertain what to do, shocked she’d just cum watching her little girl being fucked by their dog, she quietly slipped away from the window. She decided to walk back down to the river to collect herself, to give Stacy and Max time to come back outside. *** When Stacy walked back up to the cabin, she made the point of announcing herself. Stacy and Max came smiling out of the cabin as if nothing had happened, just like back in the city. Molly wasn’t sure what to do, or say, if she would or should say anything. She was still shaking inside with a perverse excitement. She wanted to admit she'd seen, that she'd watched. She wanted to share in her and her daughter's delicious secret. This was completely new territory to the young mother. As the rest of the afternoon went by, every time she thought about what she’d witnessed, she’d get creamy wet again. What she witnessed was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen but it was her little girl. She felt she should intervene. She felt conflicted about what to do, so the rest of the evening she just pretended to not have seen what she did until she knew how to best handle it. Even as she tucked Stacy in that night, and kissed her daughter on the forehead, she looked deep into Stacy’s eyes with a certain sense of pride, her little girl a woman now. She didn't want to admit top herself, going down the hall she felt her nipples harden, wondering if, hoping, she’d get to witness the lurid scene again. Even as she lay in bed, she found herself listening intently for any sound that would signal Stacy and Max were fucking. She imagined herself slipping down the hall, and peeking through Stacy’s bedroom door, seeing her sucking the dog's huge cock again, him between her legs, fucking his cock into her little girl, almost exactly the same fantasies Molly had of her grandfather. It was a full moon that night, and the moonlight pushed through the curtains in Molly’s bedroom. The warmth and sweetness of Stacy’s goodnight kiss still on her lips, the young mother pressed her fingers into her tingling hot pussy through her nightgown, imagining Stacy and Max, imagining her grandfather as she pulled her full hot swollen breasts out from her nightie, her fingers sliding into her already creamy wet cunt; Max had been laying on the end of Molly’s bed as she turned off the lights, and climbing into her own bed, she fantasized Max licking Stacy, him licking her little Stacy, Stacy sucking Max’s huge doggie-cock as she left Stacy’s room. Molly imagined that cock inside her. She resisted the image. “No, what am I thinking. Its so wrong” she struggled, her pussy on fire, her breasts swollen, her nipples hot and aching. “I have to talk to Stacy in the morning. I have to” she tried to convince herself, picturing herself sucking him, moaning and humming on his huge hard dog-cock, throbbing hot in hands, in her mouth. She couldn’t undo the images of her little Stacy rocking her hips at Max’s snaking long tongue, her legs wrapped around him, that huge cock stretching Stacy’s little cunny, fucking into her so erotically. Her pussy ached with want. Images of that thick, hard dog-cock sliding inside her daughter’s bald pink sex, her grandfather’s big cock sliding inside her. She closed her eyes and images of when Stacy had rolled over on top of Max, his cock still embedded in her young little pussy, her leaning over him, them kissing each other as Stacy rocked her little hips, fucking Max into her, rolling her little hips, moaning and cooing and licking Max’s tongue with her own, flooded Molly's heated imagination. Molly thought of herself fucking her grandfather as her little Stacy fucked Max with a rhythm and knowledge that made Molly realize they’d been fucking each other for some time. Molly gushed imagining the dog fucking that cock into her own hot little cunt. Seeing her daughter's slender long coltish legs spread wide, the animal between her little girl’s legs, him fucking that big hard throbbing cock into her tight little bald cunny. She pictured Stacy hugging his thick torso to her, his fur rubbing on her belly. She murmured under her breath, “Fuck her Max. Good boy, fuck her little pussy with that huge cock. Fuck her bald little cunny. Mmmnnn, yess, slide that thick doggie cock into my little girl” Molly groaned, rubbing her pussy furiously, letting go, letting herself imagine herself being fucked by Max. “Ohhhh god, yes, slide that huge cock inside me, fuck me, Max, slide that big hard cock into her little pussy. Fuck my little girl with that huge doggie-cock” she hissed under her breath. Molly could hardly believe herself. She didn’t stop though. “Oh god, Stacy, yes, kiss Max, kiss Maxi baby, let him fuck you, let him slide that huge thing inside you, baby.” Max could hear Molly’s whimpering moans from Stacy’s bedroom. He heard her say his name. He could smell her sex, and climbing down from Stacy’s bed, Stacy sound asleep, he walked down the hall and pushed Molly’s door open with his nose. Molly was startled when Max jumped up onto the big bed. She opened her eyes and there he was, such a big animal standing between her spread knees looking down at her, half naked and vulnerable, her bare pussy swollen hot and dripping wet, her fingers coated in her juices, fully exposed in the moonlit silvery darkness, Max panting, staring, knowing, his tongue lolling from his mouth, him looking right at Molly’s hands, her fingers dipped inside her, her juices shining on her fingers in the moonlight. Molly tried to cover herself, her swollen breasts, her fists to her chin. Something caught her attention, and looking down, she saw it. Max’s cock was already hanging down, thick, bloated, hard. “Ohhh god, nooo” she said startled out of her fantasies. “Max. Get down Max” she shushed at him in a loud commanding whisper, but Max laid down on his haunches between her legs. He just looked at her. He was close enough that Molly couldn’t close her legs. He dipped his snout down between her thighs, and sniffed at her swollen, dripping wet pink sex. Molly was between wanting him to lick her, and being so afraid she wasn’t sure what to do. Max’s tongue took a first lap at her hot, wet cunt. He took the decision away from the young mother. The warm hot sensation of Max’s long tongue swept through her, already so on the edge of cumming, already so hot she could barely stand it, her entire body enflamed, her pussy swollen, her breasts aching throbbing hot. She let it happen, she let Max lick her, her fear quickly giving way to the incredible sensations of being licked, his long hot wet tongue everywhere at once. The more his tongue lapped at her, the more she opened her legs. The more she opened her legs, the more Max moved forward, licking, pushing his tongue into her hot creamy wet cunt, lapping her tangy female cream from inside her, preparing her. She tasted like Stacy to the hungry dog. Max wasn’t going to stop. “Ohhh, ohhh god, feels, feels so good” Molly thought to herself. “Ohhhh, his tongue. So good. It’s so wide, so long, so hot. Ohhhh, my god, ohhhh, nnnnn, he’s pushing it inside me, ohh fuckkk” she uttered under her breath, understanding now her daughter’s frenzy. “Oh my god, good dog” she whispered, giving in, letting go “good dog, Max, lick Mommy” she moaned, whimpering, cooing, reaching down and gently touching the side of Max’s head, like a lover, spreading her legs wider and wider for him, letting him have her, her fingers on his head approving, coaxing, guiding. “Nnnnuhhhh, ohhh, god, good boy, mmm, yes, lick me, yesss lick me, Max, feels, so, good. Mmm, lick Mommy, big dog. Nnn, good boy” the sound of his slurping tongue filling the moonlit room, images if his huge bloated doggie-cock racing through her mind. Molly was beside herself. No wonder Stacy let Max lick her. Images of Max between her daughter’s legs that afternoon, how sexy she looked, how much pleasure Max was giving her squealing delighted little girl, Molly rolled her hips, pushing her bare pelvis into Max’s snout, his tongue pushing inside her, the taboo, thrilling. How much Stacy was loving it, laying on her back, her legs spread, her shiny bald little cunny pink and wet and swollen hot. Her little girl writhing under the big dog’s tongue, fucking her hips up to his huge dog-cock. Molly groaned, “Nnnngghuuhh, I watched, I watched you fuck Stacy, with that big cock” she whispered out. “I saw you, Max, your big cock in her, little pussy” Molly panted. “Good boy, lick Mommy, mmm, nnn, yess, lick my pussy, Max, lick Mommy just like Stacy.” Molly surprised herself. Let herself go, completely, to Max’s long, wide hot wet tongue licking her. It had been so long since she’d had per pussy licked, and this ravenously sexual dog was making her crazy with lust, her pelvis rolling under his amazing tongue. “I, I want, you to, fuck me too” Molly blurted out in a heated frenzy. “Want, that big cock. Want... your... doggie-cock, Max. You, to fuck, Mommy.” She imagined his huge cock fucking into her, images of her grandfather’s cock, fucking her. She felt Max lift off his haunches, driving his tongue into her, his snout pushing against her sex. She looked down, and in the moonlight she saw him, and her pussy creamed. Between Max’s legs, hung his huge dog cock. It seemed even bigger up close. He must have been nine inches long, and five inches around. It was huge. Rock hard. Molly’s pussy spasmed, imagining that thing inside her. She pictured Stacy licking it, sucking it. She had to feel it. She turned her upper body, letting Max continue to lick her, and reached out just like Stacy had. Molly wrapped her fingers around Max’s cock. Startled at its heat, its thickness. Pulled on it, squeezed it in her loose fist. Admired it, its size, its weight, its thickness throbbing hot and wet in her hand so much like a man’s. She almost gasped it was so thick. Slippery wet, smooth as silk, rigidly hard, Molly moaned with lust, a gushing, guttural, perverse lust like she’d never experienced. “Ohhhh, my god,” she said under her breath “it's, it's huge. Ohhh, Max” the dog’s long hot tongue making her work her hips in circular motions, pushing up at him, letting him have her. Molly never imagined she’d do something like this. Right now she felt like she was in heat. It had been so long since she’d been fucked. So long since, ... she’d sucked, a man’s cock. Staring at Max’s cock, she gushed out an excited breath yet again, “So, big. You’re, so big" images of Stacy sucking Max’s cock so hungrily, so lovingly, she leaned up to Max’s cock, guided it to her mouth, sucking him into her mouth, moaning on Max’s huge cock. “Mmmmnnn, mmmm, nnnnn” she hummed, sucking him, luxuriating in the feel of a hard cock in her mouth, the taboo of sucking a dog’s cock, feeling ashamed, even more exciting because of it. Sliding her other hand up and down his length like she would a man’s cock, loving him, her grandfather smiling down at her, the dog he’d trained. Molly loved sucking cock, and this was no different. It had always made her so wet, so horny. She purred and moaned and loved on Max’s swollen thick cock in her mouth, lavished it with her tongue. She sucked and sucked his cock, until Max began pulling away. Molly knew what he wanted. She rolled over under him, onto her belly, and then onto her knees. She was going to let him fuck her. She wanted it. She needed it. She’d been so horny all day. It had been building all week. She pushed her bottom up, on all fours on her bed, pressed her breasts into the blankets, her nightgown fallen up around her shoulders, her narrow little waist, her tapering back, her lovely firm breasts jostling under her, her nipples hard as rocks, her breasts swollen hot to the touch, her pussy dripping hot wet, needing, needing to be filled, needing to be stretched, needing a cock, needing to be fucked. Max jumped up onto her back and Molly quivered as he wrapped his strong forearms around her hips, pulling her into him with brute force. Locking her heart shaped bottom into his belly, his groin, he began humping his hips, his huge cock sliding on her back and Molly groaned, sliding over her bottom between her cheeks, and then, against her pussy, searching, pushing, slipping inside her. “Oh my god” Molly gushed, “he’s, he’s in me, his, his cock is, in me. He’s fucking me. Ohhhh, Max. ohhh fuck, it’s, so big, so good, feels so good, ohhhhh, fuck. He’s so, so fucking big, nnnn, so, good, so good. Nnn, good boy, fuck Mama, fuck Mommy, Max. Good boy. That’s right, fuck Mommy.” Max knew what he was doing. At first he fucked into her deep and hard. Her hot, wet swollen pussy taking him inside her. He couldn’t not start out fucking her deep and hard. “Ohhh, ohhhh, ah, ah, ahh, fuck, me, Max, ohhhh god, fuck me hard!” Molly groaned out under her breath into the nearly dark room, not wanting to wake Stacy, trying desperately hard to be quiet, her bottom high in the air, Max fucking his huge cock into her tight wet pussy, his hips moving rhythmically, his huge throbbing hot cock fucking deep inside her, fucking her with the tempo and pace and knowledge of a lover, of a man. Images of her grandfather filled Molly's thoughts. She couldn’t believe the pleasure Max’s cock was giving her. Deep in her belly, his huge thick cock sliding back and forth, in and out, deeper and deeper. “He’s in me. Max’s cock is in me. His, ... “ she almost couldn’t say it. “His dog-cock, is in me. His huge fucking cock. Oh my god. It’s so hot, so hard, so... bigggg!” she hissed out in her thoughts. “He’s, fucking me. So good. Nnnn, ohhhhgoddd, feels, so, good. Good boy, yesss. Nnnnn” she moaned as Max shifted, his cock burying inside her, hitting her deep, and then drawing back out. Molly arched her back, thrust her bottom up, pushed on her arms, pushed her pussy up to Max’s deep long strokes, his soft, soft fur rubbing her all over. She pushed until his chest filled the swell of her arched back, her shoulders, her face alongside his. She turned her head, and began cumming on Max’s cock as he licked her mouth, as she opened her mouth, and moaning, cooing, purring just like Stacy had kissed Max back. Her body shook, her breast jiggled to the force of his thrusts. Her mouth hung open, long, cooing moans escaping her. She’d never felt anything like it. Had never had a cock this big. His fur on her back was so soft it made her want it to touch her everywhere, like silk sheets made her want to rub herself all over him. Max began panting differently. She sensed him showing signs of being happy. He was responding to something. Molly suddenly opened her eyes, and was shocked. Stacy was half laying on the bed just to her right, smiling in the moonlight, looking right into Molly’s eyes, propped up on her forearms, one leg on the bed, her nightshirt hiked up around her waist rubbing her little cunny on the edge of the bed. Her nightshirt fallen off her shoulders exposed her young swollen breasts, her hard nipples, her pale soft smooth skin, her eyes wide with sexual arousal. “I knew you’d like Maxi, Mommy” she giggled. “He loves putting his doggie-cock inside girls, Mommy” she breathed out, aroused by watching Max fuck her young mother. “Now we can both play with him Mommy. He knows how to make me feel so good. He’s big, isn’t he Mommy? Wait til’ he cums Mommy. Ohhh Mommy, it feels so good when he cums. His cock gets bigger and bigger, and then he shoots inside me. You’re going to love how it feels, Mommy. Here, I’ll make you feel good too” and at that Stacy rolled onto her back and leaned up under her young mother, and sucked one long extended nipple into her hot wet little mouth. Molly couldn’t speak. Max was thrusting so deep inside her, his cock had swollen so large, he filled her completely. Her first thought was, how does Stacy take all of him? He's so huge. Uhnnnngod, her mouth is so hot and wet. Feels, so, goooood. “Oh baby, yes, suck Mommy’s tits, baby” Molly gushed out, couldn’t believe herself, images of Max licking her little Stacy’s shiny bald little cunny, her little girl moaning and sucking on his huge doggie-cock, licking it, squeezing it in her little hands, feeding it to her hot sucking little mouth. Her little girl sucking on her aching nipples. Her pussy flooded, and Max feeling it, drove in hard and deep, his fat cock stretching her completely. It had been so long since she’d had a cock inside her. Molly was practically beside herself. “Yes, baby, Mommy likes it. Mommy, likes, Max’s, big doggie-cock” her words coming out almost one at a time. Her words making her cream all over Max’s huge cock fucking up into her belly. “He’s, he’s so deep in Mommy, baby” she gushed out loud “Mmm, he likes fucking you, Mommy. I can tell” Stacy cooed, her little mouth on Molly’s breasts making Molly grind her hot cunt back onto Max’s huge cock. Her little Stacy sucking hungrily on her breasts, squeezing them, fondling her sensitive swollen breasts. Stacy reached up and rubbed Max’s head encouraging him to fuck her mother. Max was in no hurry. He knew how to fuck. He kept up a steady, rhythmic slow pace, sinking his cock deep into Molly’s belly. He’d only pull out a few inches before pushing his nine inch cock back in, holding himself in her, fucking Stacy’s young mother just liked he fucked her little girl. Stacy crawled under her mother, and squeezed both of her large breasts in her little hands, leaning up and sucking her mother’s nipples. “Ohhh god, baby, yes, suck Mommy’s nipples. Just like that. Ohhh god, baby. Uhhhnnn, Maxi’s cock, is so, deep, in Mommy. Feel’s, so good, baby. So good, in Mommy” Molly panted, moaning in heat, whispering out to her little girl. “Ohhhh god, baby, yes, suck Mommy’s titties, baby, suck Mommy’s nipples. Ughhhh god, Max. Nnnn” she groaned as Max gripped her even tighter around her hips, pulled her even harder to him, fucked his huge doggie-cock even deeper, harder, longer into the young mother’s spasming pink swollen dripping wet cunt. “I, wanted, to tell, you, Mommy. I knew you’d like it, too. I knew you’d like Max’s big doggie-cock. Did he lick you first, Mommy? Mmmm, he did, didn’t he, Mommy?” Stacy wiggled under her mother, her legs spread, pushing up on her heels, humping as if Max were fucking her, too, her belly rubbing her mother’s belly, soft hot smooth skin on skin making them thrill to the sensation. She wiggled her way up between her mother’s arms, Molly’s hands pressed hard into the mattress and blankets. She wiggled up onto the pillows, and again raised herself up on her heels, pushed her little hips up so her little pussy was reaching up toward her mother. “Lick me, Mommy, like Maxi does, Mommy, I’m so wet, need you to lick me, Mommy. Lick my pussy, Mommy. Feels so good” the girl hummed. “Oh god, baby” Molly almost came. Images of Stacy pushing her little bald cunny up to Max’s long tongue, his muzzle pushing into her creamy little cunny made her tremble and shake with excitement. Without hesitating she put her mouth on Stacy’s hot little pussy, licked and sucked her little girl’s sweet cream. So smooth, so satiny soft, so girly fresh. She put her tongue out and let Max’s increasingly fast thrusts move her mouth, push and slide her tongue over Stacy’s young little pussy. Molly was already cumming when Stacy began cumming, too, just as Molly felt Max’s cock swell bigger and bigger. His huge, thick, beautiful cock, fucking her hard and fast and deep. Molly humped her hips back at him, sucked his cock with her tight pussy, licked her little girl, moaning as she came and came, humming into Stacy’s pussy as she felt Max grip her hips with his forearms tighter and tighter, as he humped at her madly, driving his cock deeper and deeper, as he began cumming, filling her with cum, as she exploded, a wave of orgasms hitting her all at once, Stacy pushing her bald sweet creamy little cunny into her mouth. “Nnnn, Maxi, fuck Mommy, Max, ohhhhh Mommyyyyy, cumming, making me cum Mommy, ooohhhh Mommyyyy.” Molly groaned on her daughter’s sweet little cunt. Mouthing her entire bald slit, Max fucking her so deep and hard, exploding inside her. *** The next morning, walking along the river, Molly decided to tell Stacy about her fantasies of her grandfather. Stacy grinned. “What baby?” Stacy kept smiling, and stopped, looking down at the ground, as if she had a secret of her own. “Stacy, what baby? What are smiling about?” “Well, before you went for you walk yesterday, Mom? You know how I was looking for books to read on the shelf? Well, there was a book behind the other books. I saw it when I pulled out one from the shelf. It wasn’t a book, it was his journal. I know I shouldn’t have, but when I began reading it” Stacy fidgeted, toeing at the ground with her sandals “I got so horny, and then you went for your walk, and that’s when I had to have Max.” Molly didn’t understand. “What do you mean, baby? Where’s his journal? I want to see what he wrote. What did he write that made you so horny, baby?” “I flipped through it until I came to your name, ‘Molly’. Mommy? He fantasized about you, just like you fantasized about him that way.” Stacy grinned up at her young mother. “He saw you that day here in the woods, watching him, after he came. He was thinking about you, Mommy. You and grandma. He said how hard it was being here alone all the time without a woman, and then having you and grandma here, just made him so horny he had to jerk off out here in the woods. I was just at the part where he wrote that grandma, your mom, saw him jerking off one day too, and that...” “What baby?” Molly’s voice urgent, her pussy throbbing, aching, slippery wet, “That what, baby?” “That she helped him.” Molly drew in a breath just as Max walked up between them, rubbed against and around her and pushed his snout between her legs, smelling her excitement. “Look, Mommy, Max knows you're wet” she grinned again. “We should go for a swim and get him clean. Then, Mommy, we can go into your room, into your grandpa’s old room, and we can pretend Max is him” Stacy beamed, rubbing her legs together. Soaking wet, lightheaded, Molly smiled, almost staggered by the revelation, and then by just how kinky Stacy was at her age. All the fantasies she’d had of her grandfather came flooding in at once, images of him licking her, of her sucking his hugely hard cock, of Max between her legs, pretending, made her quiver in the forest breeze. Molly grinned back at Stacy. “Let’s take Max for a swim baby” mother and daughter smiling knowingly into each other. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 70