Gee – Thanks Mom! by BDLong

I came almost immediately, and just before my muscles clenched in orgasm, Max’s knot popped into me almost without resistance. I howled in the excruciating ecstasy that only comes with knotting. And now that my muscles had contracted, he was in me for the duration. I had given myself to the dogs willingly three times now. Maybe two, if I counted the kitchen, which I still wasn’t so sure about. But this orgasm was the most desired. Bound as I was, I wanted Max inside me. I wanted to feel his hot throbbing meat filling me up. I wanted his knot pressing hot and heavy against my clit. And when it was all over, I yearned for the release that came with the torrent of cum that would pour from me.

For now, I was content to watch myself on the multi-camera feed that Miriam had so kindly angled toward me. It was surreal, really, seeing myself from all angles like that. I’m sure I’ve said it before, but I never really thought of myself as desirable. And yet, pinned under this panting hairy beast and skewered by its red-purple member, was an incredibly hot girl—no, woman. She was a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get them both in abundance. Pleasure was the easiest. The knot that was now easing its way out of her pussy was one sign of that. Another was her lover, who had shown her what it meant to feel sexy.

Max’s cock eventually slipped out of me, and I shuddered. My body still convulsed with orgasm, and the dog’s cum spurted from me in rhythmic pulses, trickling warmly down my legs. It was a lot.

Miriam knelt in front of me when I’d caught my breath. “Damn, girl,” she said. “You got it good, didn’t you?”

“Mmm hmm,” I moaned.

She unlocked the cuffs from the floor bolts, and I slid forward, collapsing onto the linoleum, ignoring its coldness against my skin. My head wedged itself firmly between her warm thighs.

Miriam stroked my hair. “I think this’ll do nicely,” she said.

“Mm?” I said, half aware of her voice.

“For your mother?”

Mother. Right. Of course. This would do fine. I kissed the inside of Miriam’s thigh. Just fine, I thought.

“You okay?”

“Oh yes,” I said, struggling up until I knelt facing Miriam. “I’m great. This is going to be amazing.”

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The next few days passed much like the previous. In the morning, Miriam and I would wake, make love, offer ourselves to the dogs, and then make breakfast and work on preparing the house for Mother’s impending visit. Around midday, we would study, have lunch, and go for a swim. We left the gate to the pool area open, of course, since we knew there was no point in closing it. And we didn’t bother with swim suits, either. Again, what would have been the point? Before we would go inside, the dogs would take us again right there next to the pool, and we would roll back into the water to wash the dog hair off our bodies. At night, we would fix dinner, work more on our plans and preparation, and then let the dogs take us again if they were interested. They usually were.

By this time, we had learned ways to let the dogs take us missionary style. My knees had started to chafe, so one afternoon, still wet from the pool and with Arthur nudging me to assume the position, I instead lay on my back. He looked frustrated and confused, which is not the kind of expression you want to see from a dog like Arthur. But I beckoned him forward, and he obliged. When I arched my hips up to meet his, he immediately got the message and lunged forward. After all this time, it was the first time I’d been fucked on my back, except with Miriam, of course. The difference was amazing, and I loved the way hot dog cum felt as it poured out of my pussy, down between my butt cheeks, and over my puckered anus. I honestly looked forward to exploring the full extent of my sexuality—after Mother’s visit.

Before we knew it, the day had come. My head popped off my pillow and I sat up in bed. My heart was racing. I half expected Mother to be standing in the doorway, but she wasn’t. It was still early, but I was done sleeping, apparently. My hands shook. Miriam’s soft fingers suddenly entwined themselves in mine, and I looked down at her.

“You okay, Dee?” she asked.

“It’s just nerves,” I said.

She stroked her other hand over my thigh. “It’s gonna be fine,” she said. “And after today, you’re worry free.”

“We’re free,” I said.

I went downstairs to make coffee and Arthur followed. Max stayed with Miriam. That was something that bugged me. After all this time, the dogs never once let down their guard or let one of us out of their sight. I wondered what would happen when Mother arrived. Would they obey her over me? I didn’t doubt it. After all, it was us that obeyed them. I realized my plan relied too much on Mother waiting until the right time to do what she had planned. I had to act first.

I was so deep in thought about this that I jumped when Miriam entered the kitchen.

“Sure you need that coffee?” she said. “You’re pretty jumpy.”

“What if she comes in and just tells the dogs to take me right then and there?” I asked.

“Dee, we’ve talked through this a dozen times. She’s going to make sure the cameras caught what they were supposed to. That means she’s going to try and get you out of the house for a bit,” she said.

“Right,” I said, taking a deep breath as I tried to trust in our plan. “I know. I’m just overthinking it again.”

Miriam approached softly from behind and put her arms around my belly and rested her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna…?”

“No,” I said. “I’m saving my energy.”

She laughed. “Good! You’re gonna need it!”

I looked down and saw the dogs watching us intently. Frankly, I was surprised they hadn’t tried to take either of us yet.

“So are you,” I scolded them. “Just hold your horses.”

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It was around four in the afternoon, and Miriam and I were passing the time looking through the swim suits in the guest room upstairs, when the sound of the gate made my heart jump again.

Miriam put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Just stick to the plan. Don’t let her get in your head, okay?”

I nodded. It was showtime.

We heard a knock on the door, and suddenly, Miriam slipped a hand into my shorts and pressed a finger into my pussy. I gasped and yelped as quietly as I could.

“What?!” I breathed. “Why?”

Miriam withdrew her hand and sucked her finger. “You weren’t blushing enough,” she said. “You need to look embarrassed.”

Well, it worked. I was wet, horny, and now a key was rattling in the front door. When it opened, I heard Mother’s voice.

“Daniella!” Mother called from the foyer, door closing and locking behind her. She never locked a door unless she planned on staying more than an hour.

I got up and walked out of the guest room and to the bannister that overlooked the living room. There she stood, prim and regal as ever in white and gold. I must have been blushing quite a bit, because the corners of her mouth twitched as she held back a smile. It was all the confirmation I needed.

“Hello, Mother,” I said as Arthur slunk up and sat next to me.

“What is the dog doing in the house?” Mother said.

“He—” I stopped. “I just—”

She cut in, “Fine. Fine, dear. As long as they’re not sleeping on the furniture.”

When I thought about all the things that had happened on the various pieces of furniture, sleeping was not the first thing that came to mind.

Mother must have sensed what I was thinking about, because she cut in again, “Where is the other one?”

“Here,” Miriam said coming to join me, right on cue. Max followed close behind. She had a look of relief on her face.

“Oh, you’re still here,” Mother said.

“I… came back,” Miriam said, an obvious lie, just as practiced.

Another twitch at the corners of Mother’s mouth told me what she was thinking. I went downstairs to greet her, and Miriam and the dogs followed.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I offered, not meeting her eyes.

“Of course,” Mother said. “Fetch a bottle of red from the pantry, would you dear?”

“Red?” I said. Mother always referred to wine by estate, varietal, and year. She never said just “red.” Also, it appeared she was playing it safe with an unopened bottle. This last part wasn’t unexpected.

“Hm,” she mused. “I must be a little distracted. I have some exciting news I’d like to share with you. Later, though. It can wait.”

She followed me into the kitchen, and I could feel her eyes watching my every movement. Arthur followed me, too, and I got the sense that Mother would have been satisfied to see me taken right there on the kitchen floor.

When I had the bottle open, I set it on the counter in front of her along with a glass. Now that I looked at the glass, I worried that it didn’t look clean, mostly because of the liquid valium we had smeared on the inside. It wouldn’t be enough to knock her out. We didn’t want to have to carry her down the stairs. For a moment, I didn’t think she would drink, but when she did, I felt myself relax a bit. Now, it was just a matter of time.

“So, dear,” she said to Miriam as she entered with Max in tow, “you returned to finish tutoring Daniella. How generous.”

“Not exactly,” Miriam said. Mother raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. “I’m not her tutor. We’re working together. Your daughter is more than capable.”

“Of course she is,” Mother said dismissively. I felt heat in my cheeks, but tamped down my anger. “How are the dogs? Well behaved, I should hope.”

“They’re fine,” I said. I was no actress, so the plan was to be terse. I was supposed to look as if I was hiding something, and Miriam had suggested that I keep my responses shorter than I might otherwise. I had not understood her reasoning until now, when Mother’s reaction—the look in her eyes—turned gleeful and predatory.

Miriam, however, was an actress. Ever since Mother had come through the door, Miriam’s entire demeanor had shifted to the point where I barely recognized her. She looked tired, stressed, and shamed by something, but too proud to admit any of it. During the preceding days, Miriam would walk carelessly through the house and around the grounds, and if one of the dogs leapt on her from behind, she would gladly offer herself to him then and there. But now, she refused to let Max out of her sight, always keeping both dogs in front of her. If I had not known better, I would have thought she was afraid of him. And clearly, that’s what Mother was thinking. One could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes.