"I… didn't say… anything," Eunice stammered, averting her gaze from the inquisitive eyes of her child.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"N-N-Nothing!" Eunice stuttered.
"Huh-oh," Becky breathed when she noticed the glassy sheen of her mother's eyes, and the almost imperceptible twitching at the right corner of her mouth. "It got to you, didn't it?"
Again Eunice whimpered. She shook her head slightly.
"You always told me never to lie, Mom, so don't you do it now. Did it make you hot, watching Buster give it to me?"
For a moment it looked like Eunice was going to cry. Then she hung her head in shame, and muttered, "I c-couldn't… help it!"
"Uh-huh… that's what I thought. Well, now you know how I feel at times, don't you?" Becky asked. She put one hand on her mother's shoulder and cupped the other under her chin, lifting her head. "Look at me, Mom. Yeah, I read you now. Your lips are trembling. No, don't close your eyes. You might lie, but your eyes will tell me the truth. You want to take Buster on yourself, don't you. You're dying to have his cock rammed up you, aren't you?"
"Becky!" Eunice gasped. "How dare you ta-talk to me like that!"
The daughter smiled enigmatically as she reached behind her mother and unzipped her dress. "Why not? It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Nooh!" Eunice whined as she felt her dress being tugged down off her shoulders. "What do you… th-think you're doing?!"
"Undressing you, Mother dear," Becky said matter-of-factly. "You don't want to get fucked with your clothes on, do you?"
"Becky, noooh! Oh, please, leave me alone!" Eunice wailed, clutching at the younger woman's hands.
"No way," Becky said with a grin. She pushed her mother's hands away and continued removing her clothes. "You want it, no matter what you say, and I'm going to see that you get it. You're as weak and sinful as I am, Mom. In a moment you'll be just as guilty, too. Maybe we can be friends then, huh? Because you won't have anything throw up to me, will you? Tell me you don't want it. Prove it to me. Slap my face and I'll leave you alone."
Eunice lifted her right hand in a series of jerky movements. She drew it back to slap Becky. Her hand hung suspended in the air for an hour-long minute, shaking like a leaf, then it fluttered back down to her side. "I'm so ashamed!" she moaned, as Becky pulled off her brassiere, allowing her large its to sag down naked and exposed.
"Once he gets it in you, you'll get over that," Becky said. She kissed Eunice on the cheek, then hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and, stooping, drew them and her half slip over the generous flare of her middle-aged hips. She whisked the undergarments down the tapering columns of Eunice's fleshy legs until they were hunched, together with her dress, around her disproportionately trim ankles. "You can't kid me, now, Mom. Your panties are soaking wet. You're really juicy for your age, too."
"Don't ta-talk that way, Becky! It's nasty!"
"Nasty but nice, huh, Mom? Yeah, I know just how you feel. Why don't you go ahead and admit that your cunt's hungry for the feel of a good stiff dick? I can see that it is, anyway."
"God help me!" Eunice puled. "Yes, damn it, you're right! I don't know what's come over me! But I… just c-can't… fight it any more!"
"No need to fight it," Becky chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy it. I won't tell anyone. Come on now, lift your feet for me. That's the way."
It was incredible to Eunice that she, of all people, was giving in to something so blatantly perverted as this. The whole thing seemed unreal, as if one part of her was standing off at a distance, watching in horror as the other part of her lifted first one foot then the other so her misbehaving temptress of a daughter could strip her to the buff and lure her to the bed where she knew she would he enticed by Becky into partaking of her own sordid shame.
"Come on, Mom."
Becky was standing now. They were both completely nude. Eunice felt her hand being enclosed. She was being drawn toward the bed.
"No, no… oh, please… nooh!" she breathed. "I c-can't do such a… such a wicked thing as this!"
"Sure you can," Becky cooed. "You'll love it too. You're about to get the screwing of your life, Mom. Just wait till Buster gets his prong in you. It's hotter than a man's. He lasts longer, especially the second time around. He can go for more than an hour with the same hard-on if I help him along a little. Sit down. That's it, on the edge of the mattress. Now just lie back and spread your legs. I'll help him get it into you, and then he'll take it from there. Jesus, I've never seen him do it to anyone else. I'm getting hot again myself, Mom. Wow, I never dreamed you and I would be doing anything like this! Together, I mean. It's great! What fun we're going to have from now on! Come on, Buster! Up and at 'em, boy! Mom's ready for that woman-pleaser of yours now, and I want see you giving it to her good!"
Without being conscious of cooperating in her debasement, Eunice found herself lying supine, crossways on the bed in the same open-legged toes-on-the-floor position she'd found Becky in when she'd first entered the room. She felt weak and feverish, had virtually no will of her own. The fruit of her own womb – twenty-eight and now a woman in her own right – was leading Eunice down the primrose path to perversion and, to save her life, she couldn't resist. She was worked up to a frenzied pitch of unnatural lust. The animal-like ravings of her perverted passion were taking her over body and soul, making her a slave to the abnormal longings of her demented desire.
Oh, the shame of it! Eunice moaned inwardly, even as she lay there breathless with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the vulgar moment when that horny horse of a dog would mount her and sink his obscene phallus deep into her tormented torso.
Like most dogs, Buster wouldn't mount a new bitch – and that's all either of the women would be to him so long as he had an erection – without smelling her first. Becky had to yank on his collar to get him in between Eunice's fleshy thighs. Once he was close enough to catch the musky scent of the older woman's aroused twat, however, his ears perked up in interest. In typical canine fashion, he sniffed his way right up to her crotch, the dark brown triangle of which, due to its 46 years, contained a smattering of isolated, silver-gray pubic hairs.
If the animal noticed the silver strands, they in no way deterred him. The aroma seemed to please him, in fact, for he nosed right into the parted cleft of her puffy sex and sniffed it testingly before he backed up slightly and gave a half-sneeze of approval. She hadn't passed inspection yet, though. Her vagina was A-Okay, but he still had to check out her asshole before he would accept her for copulation.
"Yiii!" Eunice puled, when she felt that cold, wet nose working in between the heated cheeks of her plump rump.
Except for her heaving chest, Eunice lay deathly still. She'd never cared for pets and, although she was panting with lust, she was still afraid of the mammoth dog, even though she was now willing to let him screw her. She could hear him sniffing her anus, could feel his breath, which was remarkably hot compared to the icy condition of his nose, bathing over the inner surfaces of her smooth, fearfully cringing buttocks.
"Eee-yyyiiii!!!" she squealed, when suddenly Buster snaked out his long hot tongue and licked her with his stamp of approval from her puckered rectum clear up to her clitoris, the roughened upper surface of his taste organ gliding up through the trough of her elliptical split then dragging abrasively over the nerve-rich tip of her elongated pleasure button, which stood out like a fiery finger of flesh in the inverted V at the top of her dripping cuntal orifice.
It felt so good she thought she would piss all over herself. But of course she couldn't have passed water right then if her life had depended on it. Her sexual parts were congested with blood to the point where her urinary passage was temporarily squeezed shut.