Archive-name: Bestial/mds-2.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Mom's Donkey Show Connie lounged in her hotel room, staring blankly at Johnny Carson on the TV. She wore her bathrobe, with nothing underneath it, and her bare feet were propped up on a footstool. This was so weird, being in Mexico and watching Johnny Carson. It was some San Diego channel, she believed. She heard Johnny's voice, saw his picture, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She sipped ice water, trying to calm her nerves. She didn't dare drink anymore alcohol tonight. They'd made it back to the hotel alive, having luckily found a tax; after wandering down only a few dark alleys after they'd fled the sex-show tent. Billy hadn't said a word all the way back. He'd stared out the window, his face permanently flushed. He smelled of sweat, cum, and the Mexican's girl's pussy. Matt had tried to make silly conversation, but Connie had also remained silent, her embarrassment as great as her son's, if not moreso. Matt had wanted to come into Connie's room for a nightcap, or for her to come to his room, but she'd politely declined. Now the three of them were in their own separate rooms, Matt's down the hall, hers and Billy's linked by a common bathroom. Things were turning out quite different from what Connie had expected. She'd come on this trip because she hadn't trusted Matt to come here alone with Billy. Matt was one of her wealthy clients, the owner of some prize animals. She'd been treating his high-priced dogs and horses for years. He lived on a ranch outside town, a bachelor, alone with his animals, which was strange because Matt was such a handsome hunk of a man. Lately, especially since Connie had divorced Sam, Matt had been chumming around a lot with Billy-too much to suit Connie. She had her suspicions, Matt being a bachelor and spending so much time with a boy young enough to be his son. And so when Matt had proposed the trip to Mexico-a flight to Tijuana for the weekend-Connie had insisted she go along. How wrong she'd been! Matt wouldn't keep his hands off her! it was obvious now that he'd been spending so much time with Billy so he could get closer to her. She realized now that she'd snubbed his every attempt to make a date with her these last several months. The divorce had been too upsetting. She'd shunned all men since the divorce, despite her increasing sexual frustration. She had good reason to distrust men-after discovering Sam's deceit and faithlessness. She'd married Sam while still in college, even before veterinary school. Billy came along within a year after the wedding, after Sam insisted on fucking her a minimum of twice a day. She should have realized even back then that Sam's fuck-lust would lead him to other females eventually. Connie didn't know if Sam had been fucking around behind her back during the entire fifteen years of their marriage. If he had he'd done a damn good job of keeping it secret. All she knew was that she did catch him at it once, and once was enough. She'd divorced him without giving him a second chance and she'd never forgotten the shock of discovering her husband fucking another woman. It was a sunny summer afternoon, and Connie had come home from work two hours earlier than usual, something she seldom managed to do. On the way home she'd waved at Billy, on his way to swimming practice on his bike. Matt's car was in the driveway, and Connie had pulled in next to it, quietly closing her own car door so she could surprise him. Little did she know the surprise she herself was in for. Stepping in the front door, Connie almost tripped over a newspaper sack half-filled with papers. Now what was that doing here? She pictured Trixie Smith, their cute little papergirl with the pigtails who always wore a baseball cap and went barefoot, a regular little tomboy, about a year younger than Billy. Connie searched the downstairs, but she could find neither Sam nor anybody else. She was about to call out, starting to feel a touch of uneasiness, when she heard a squealing giggle come from upstairs. The door of her bedroom was open and noises came from the room. Connie stood in the dimly lit hallway and peered in, stunned speechless and immobile by the action taking place on her very own bed. Trixie Smith, completely naked, lay sprawled on the pink bedspread, her lips stretched around Sam's erect cock. Sam had straddled the girl's neck and was rubbing his ass against her erect nipples. He hadn't a stitch on either. Clothes were strewn all around the room. The afternoon sunlight blazed in the window, washing over the bed. A strong breeze blew in the window and across the room, bringing the aroma of teenaged cunt to Connie's nostrils. Connie couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but watch. "Like it, baby?" Sam asked as he wiggled his big cock in the young girl's mouth, working it between her thinly stretched lips. "Mmn," she cooed, munching, sucking, her dark eyes gazing up at Sam as if she were madly in love. As she sucked Sam's cock, she wiggled a finger up into her leaking cunt. Sam pulled his prick out. He was panting, is skin flushed. The girl licked his cock as if it ere a gigantic candycane. He lifted up and let her lick his balls, then his crotch. He settled his ass over her face and she sucked on his asshole, moaning, pumping her finger in and out of her sucking pink pussy. "Christ ! " Sam said, his cock throbbing wright against his abdomen and he slid down until he was on his belly between the papergirl's legs. "Naughty girl ! " He pulled her finger out of her cunt. He licked her dripping finger off, then plunged is face deeply between her thighs, stretching her pussy wide open with his fingers. Trixie squirmed all over, gasping, humping. ;Oh, I love that! Oooh, lick it! Oh, oh!" Sam growled, slurping, sucking, driving his tongue in and out of the girl's inflamed pussy. As he sucked her, he humped against the bedspred. Trixie arched up. Her toes curled and she grabbed Sam's head, crushing it between her thighs, humping at his face, squirming. She gasped repeatedly, her eyes turned back to white slits. "Eeeeh, I'm coming!" Sam at last pulled away, Trixie's fuckjuices dripping from his lips. "You dickens, you! That's three times already. How many times are you gonna come today?" "A hundred," Trixie said with a sigh. She kicked her legs up in the air, gripping them behind her knees and pulling them wide and well back. Her pink cunt pulsated, clear cuntcream trickling out of it like syrup. "Shove your big fat cock in me, Sam. Fuck me!" Sam rose up, his cock looking monstrous, fucklube running out of it like spit. He crawled over the slim young girl with her nubbin tits and drove his cock straight up her tight pink cunt. Trixie's arms and legs wrapped around Sam as he settled down on her. She was gasping, her little ass jerking up and down as she fucked herself on Sam's enormous cock. "Oh Sam, it feels so good! Move it, Sam, move it ! Oh, fuck me ! " Sam grunted like a bull, his face as red as a beet as he crushed the little girl under him, grinding his hot prick in and out of her tight, sucking pussyhole. "Oh Trixie, oh God Trixie, you're so hot, you're so good!" Connie stood in the hallway shaking, her throat so dry she could hardly swallow. How could this be? How could Sam do such a thing? He was three times the girl's age and twice as heavy. She was the papergirl, for godsake, with hardly more than fuzz around her pussyhole. And how could she take Sam cock? Her cunt had appeared hardly capable taking two fingers. Trixie clawed Sam's back, kicked at his humping ass, twisted her head from side to side, her mouth open, her eyes closed. "Oh Sam, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. Sam grunted, fucking almost savagely, his cock making obscene squishing noises in the little girl's cunt. His hairy balls flapped against her pink crotch, getting frosted by the pussycream that was frothing out around his plunging cock. "Baby, you make me feel so fucking good!" The young girl was gasping. "Oh Sam, I'm gonna come again!" Sam plastered his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue down her throat. He growled, ramming his cock in and out. Trixie's eyes opened and rolled back deliriously. Her toes curled. Her little butt wiggled madly, her fuckjuices bubbling out around Sam's plunging prick. She moaned into Sam's mouth, her pussy clutching with spasms. Sam rammed his prick in to the hilt and shook all over. His body jerked with each explosion of his hot cum into the young girl. Trixie grunted as Sam fucked his cum into her, clinging to him, squirming with youthful pleasure. As their orgasms subsided, Trixie opened her eyes wide. "Now do it to me the other way," she said. "What way?" "You know! The way dogs do it." "You dickens! How many times am I gonna have to fuck you today before you're satisfied?" Sam pulled his dripping cock out of her, pushing away. "At least fifty," Trixie said, scrambling up on her hands and knees, Sam's cum oozing from her open pink cunt. "Oh, you hot little bitch!" Sam said, slipping his cock into her from behind. He rubbed his belly against her upturned, wiggling ass, his cock buried in her to the hilt. "Ohhh, Sam, that feels so good!" Trixie cooed. Connie had seen enough. She regained her strength enough to turn and slip quietly out of the house. She went straight to her lawyer, who drew up the divorce papers. In a note to Sam, she advised him not to fight her, unless he wanted Trixie Smith involved. She obtained the divorce in two weeks. Sam forfeited, not even bothering to show up in court, much to Connie's relief. She didn't want to ever see him again. He and Trixie could fuck their guts out together now, for all she cared. Connie opened her robe, letting it fall aside. The hotel room felt uncomfortably warm, stuffy. She crossed her legs, squeezing them together. Her cunt was throbbing and tight. It always got that way when she recalled Sam with Trixie. As much as the scene had outraged her, it had also made her horny. She'd been driven to finger-fucking over her memory of it more times than she wanted to admit. Well, now she had more dirty memories to excite her. She'd never forget what she'd witnessed tonight-the Mexican girl with the dog and the donkey. She could still smell the lust in that tent, the sex-aromas given off by all the men, by the animals, by the girl. She could still feel the Mexican youth's cock spurting into her hand while Matt finger-fucked her. She could still feel Matt's hard cock flexing between her legs and spurting more jism into her hands, could still taste the cum she'd licked off her fingers like frosting. It had been months since she'd tasted cum or had felt a hot hard cock. She missed blowing Sam! Missed his pinning her to the bed and fucking her. She worked her thighs together, rubbing her feet against each other. The pussyjuice leaked out of her like hot melted butter, making her a mess between the legs. She rubbed her tits, feeling their swollen weight, their silky softness and warmth. Her nipples stood up like fingers, surrounded by her erect and tingling cherry-bumps. She pinched and tweaked her nipples, the fuck-tingles screwing through her cunt. She closed her eyes, picturing the scene in the tent. The first vision that popped into her mind was that of Billy, his cock randy and waving as he stumbled forward to mount the Mexican girl. She'd had no idea Billy's cock had grown so large. It was certainly as large as Sam's, if not larger. Jutting up out of the young boy's slender loins, it appeared monstrously overgrown. She shoved her hand between her legs, rubbing her frothing crotch, slipping her finger between the hairy slabs and sawing at the hot wet cuntmeat. As she slipped the finger inside herself, she moaned out loud. She'd had no idea Billy knew how to fuck. Maybe he'd learned from watching the dog fuck the girl. Who knew, though, maybe Billy had been fucking girls for years without her knowing about it. She was not a prying mother and Billy's sex life was his own business. But it had come as a shock to see him up there fucking that-Mexican girlÑan exciting shock. During the months since Sam had left, she'd more- than a few times looked at Billy with hungry eyes. He was a young boy, but he exuded male sexuality. And he had the equipment of a man, she knew that now. He certainly had the equipment. She was finger-fucking herself, thinking about her naked, erect little boy and masturbating furiously. The bathroom door rattled and Connie's heart leaped. She quickly threw her robe over herself and stood up, tying her belt, then wiping off her fingers on her robe. She stood watching the door, expecting Billy to knock, then enter from the bathroom. Instead, she heard the lock click. He was locking the door from the inside so he could use the bathroom in privacy! Connie felt a twinge of excitement. She'd never done anything like this before, but she couldn't help herself now. She tip-toed toward the door and knelt in front of it. Like the door that opened from the bathroom into Billy's room, this door had two locks-a deadbolt lock which could be turned only from the bathroom, and a key-lock under the door knob which could be used from the bedroom. Connie carefully slipped the key out of the lock, then peeked through the keyhole. Billy sat on the toilet, stark naked. He was hunched forward, his elbow on his knee, his chin resting in his hand, looking like the statue of the Thinker. Connie heard a turd plop into the toilet and watched Billy wipe himself. This is sick, she told herself. You're being disgusting~ a pervert. But she kept her eye glued to the keyhole. Billy stood up, scratching his balls. He milked his cock, letting a few drops of piss fall on the floor. He stepped in front of the mirror and lifted his arms, flexing his biceps. He hadn't a hair under his arms yet, although a small blond tuft sprouted on his groin. He ran his hands down his chest and belly, then played with his nipples. His cock throbbed up, pointing at the ceiling. He grabbed it and started to jerk it off. Connie's head swam. Her heart slammed so loud she could hardly hear. She steadied herself against the doorframe with her left hand and shoved her right hand into her robe, between her legs. She slipped a finger inside herself and started beating off to the same rhythm as was her son. Billy rubbed his belly with circular strokes as he pounded his rigid cockrod. His blue eyes looked glassy as he watched himself in the mirror. His fat brown nuts flapped to the rhythm of his cockbeating. He muttered to himself in whispers, some of the words audible to Connie. "Tits . . . brown ass . . . dog . . . pussy ... donkeydick ... fuck .... bitchgirl ... juicy cunt . . . jism . . . lick . . . suck . . . fuck . . . hot prick . . . brown girl . . . " "Yes," Connie whispered. Oh yes, I'm as hot as you are, she thought. Oh baby, let's fuck ! Billy humped at his jerking hand, rounding his back, his blue eyes rolling. He grunted, letting out a soft moan as his jism spurted in white streams, splashing all over the mirror and washbasin. As his cum poured out of him, he jerked his loins, his hand a blur on his teenaged cock. Connie was on the verge of exploding with him when a knock frightened the shit out of her. Panting, shaky, she forced herself up, wiping her fingers on her robe as she went to answer the door. CHAPTER FOUR "Who is it?" she called out. "Matt. Can I come in please?" Connie tried to steady herself by breathing deeply. Her heart was still pounding. "It's late, Matt. I was just going to bed." "Just give me a few minutes. I'd really like to talk to you." "If it's about what happened tonight, forget it. We were both drunk. I'll pretend it never happened." "Please, Connie, just let me in for a minute." He sounded almost desperate. Connie took one last deep breath. "All right," she said, turning the lock. Like herself, Matt was dressed in a bathrobe. His hairy chest peeked at her from the open top of the robe. His feet were bare. He had very muscular calves. After Connie shut the door behind him, he turned and secured the lock. "Was that necessary?" Connie said. "In Tijuana it's best to keep your doors locked at all times," Matt said. He was looking around the room, sniffing the air. "Are we alone?" "What kind of question is that? Of course we're alone. Now what's the problem?" Matt looked down at her, his face flushed, his breath reeking of liquor. "You're the problem," he said. "You're the problem. You're driving me out of my fucking mind!" He threw his arms around her, crushing her in a fierce embrace, grinding his loins against her. His cock felt like a billyclub pressed between them. "Matt, please!" Connie squirmed. He shoved his tongue down her throat, ripping open her robe and mauling her tits. Connie choked, struggling. He pinched and twisted on her nipples and the fuckjuices ran out of her contracting pussy, running down between her legs like hot oil. She lost all strength, going limp in his arms. Her head fell back and he gnawed on the side of her neck, her body shivering alternately with hotflashes and goosebumps. Her hand automatically reached inside Matt's robe, groping for his cock. It was a big hard one, as thick and long as Sam's, as Billy's, and it leaked fucklube into her palm. She greased the cock knob with the slimy fucklube, massaged the big prick from one end to the other, slid her hand down and squeezed the man's egg-sized nuts. "Oh God, Matt, oh God, I want you!" Matt was panting, fumbling with the belts of their robes. He forced her robe off her shoulders. She could see his heart pulsating in his chest as he tore off his own robe and let it fall to the floor. Naked, flushed with lust, they stood looking at each other for a few moments, Matt stroking her tits with his fingertips, Connie slipping a loose hand up and down his veiny cock. Matt growled suddenly, crushing her in a bearhug and stumbling with her to the bed. He dropped her on the mattress, grabbing her legs and forcing them up. He hooked his shoulders under her knees and crushed her thighs against her tits. "Oh, Connie!" "Fuck me, Matt, fuck me!" Connie shivered, wide open, the cuntcream dribbling down into her asscrack. As Matt's cockhead kissed the wet, sizzling meat between her pussy-slabs, a rash of itchy thrills saturated her pussy and spread through her loins. She dug her fingernails into Matt's flanks, pulling him toward her. As his cock sank into her frothing pussy she cried out with pleasure, not caring who heard her. "Baby!" Matt moaned, grinding his cock inside her. "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long ! He began to slide his cock in and out of her, all eight hard inches of it, and Connie thought she would lose her mind. She wiggled her ass, squirming under him, wondering how she could possibly have denied herself such pleasure all these months. "Oh Matt, move it, give it to me good, oh yes ! " Matt's nostrils dilated like a bull's as he fucked his thick prick down into her. His fat cockhead fucked in and out of her pussy and his balls flapped against her crotch, exciting her. "This is good, this is so good, oh Matt!" She tossed her head on the mattress, gasping, grunting, grinding her hot cunt on Matt's pistoning prick. The fuck-thrills filled her loins and streamed down her legs until the tips of her toes tingled. Matt grunted rhythmically as he humped. He'd started to sweat and warm drops splashed on her face like rain. She tasted the sweat, savoring its saltiness. The mattress creaked as Matt braced himself and bore down, plunging his cock faster and harder, fucking her deeply. She quivered all over, gasping, thrashing around, going out of her mind. It was as if Matt's cock were electrified. Sizzling jolts of electricity seemed to be drilling the pit of her cunt, her cuntal walls, her clit. "Oh Matt!" she half screamed, her fuck tension rushing to a head. She exploded, gasping, grinding her exploding pussy around and around on his thick, veiny cock. The spasms made her shudder and nearly pass out. As her orgasm passed, her cunt went slack, but Matt continued to hump away at it. "Let's change position," Connie panted. "Fuck me doggie style." As Matt slipped his cock out of her and she got up on her hands and knees, she remembered Trixie Smith getting up so Sam could fuck her from behind. It was as if she were acting out that scene she'd watched so many months ago. She arched her back, turned up her ass, wiggled it. "Oh God, Matt, put it in me!" she cried. Matt wrapped his big hands around her waist, inserted the knob of his prick in her open wet cunt, slipped it inside her to the hilt. Connie rubbed her ass madly against his hairy abdomen. She couldn't believe the pleasure. Her nipples tingled at the tips of her hanging, hugely swollen tits. "Fuck me, Matt, oh Jesus, fuck me!" Matt's hard belly smacked against her ass, jolting her, making her gasp. Fucking her from behind like this, he was able to fuck her even deeper. His prick knob pounded deep in her womb. She gritted her teeth, grinding her ass against his hairy stomach, fucking his cock. Her toes curled from the sensations. His belly slamming her ass sounded like a clapping hand. "Jesus, that's good, oh Jesus!" Connie tossed her blonde head from side to side, grunting, panting so hard she was dizzy. The fuckjuice bubbled out around Matt's plunging cock and dribbled down the insides of her legs. God, she was hot! She didn't think she'd been this hot since her honeymoon with Sam. Matt gripped her waist tighter, jerking on her body, slamming her ass against his abdomen each time he rammed in. He drooled on her back like a dog, and Connie thought of the little Mexican girl getting fucked by the big hound. What did it feel like? she wondered. Did a dogcock feel like a man's prick? A dogprick was certainly slimmer, more pointed, redder, more slippery-looking. The thoughts made her skin crawl-but they also turned her on. She tightened her cuntal muscles, massaging Matt's cock rhythmically. "Wiggle it, Matt, make it wiggle, oh God!" she whined. Matt, grunting, gasping, moaning, flexed his cock inside her again and again. It drove her crazy. The fuck-thrills surged through her cunt like a zillion hot needles. "Oh God, I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, oh!" She writhed, humping her ass madly, fucking her spasming cunt on Matt's slippery prick. Her orgasm made her chew her lip and she whined loudly, like a mating bitch. Her cunt was so sensitive she wanted to scream. "Pull it out!" she pleaded. "Oh God, pull it out! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck my asshole, but pull it out!" "Jesus Christ, I don't believe it! You're the hottest bitch I ever got my hands on. Shit!" Matt caught a handful of her slick cuntcream and slapped the slippery juice on her asshole. Then he spread her asscheeks wide, getting them all greasy with her pungent fuckjuices. His cock knob kissed her twitching asspucker and he leaned into her, forcing her asspucker open. Connie's eyes rolled back. Her mouth gaped. It felt as if a fist had been rammed up her ass, as if her widely stretched pucker were splitting in a thousand places. She knew it was only an illusion, however. She always felt that initial splitting pain when getting ass-fucked. As she took deep breaths, she began to relax and within seconds the pain had vanished. "Oh Matt, I love it!" Matt stroked her ass, spreading her fuckjuices all over it. He rubbed her cuntcream on his rippling abdomen and chest, licked it off his fingers, rubbed it all over his face. "You're such a juicy bitch," he said, wiggling his cock in her asshole. "That smell drives me out of my fucking head!" He braced his hands on her upturned asscheeks, digging in with his fingers, keeping her ass-globes spread apart. He worked his big prick in and out of her tight, sucking asshole. "Shit, you're so hot in there! Man, I could fuck your ass all night!" "Then do it," Connie said, squirming as the fuck-thrills screwed through her asshole. "Fuck my ass all night! Mmn, that feels so good ! " Connie's loins tingled to the core with fuck sensations. She loved getting ass-fucked. It was a different kind of pleasure than getting fucked up the cunt. She felt wicked, dirty, and she loved it. Matt pounded away, sliding his long thick cock in and out. His cockhead rippled along the sensitive folds of her asshole and she felt corkscrews of pleasure in her guts. Her asshole contracted, sucking Matt's cock. "Baby, I can't hold it!" Matt humped wildly. "Jesus Christ, here it comes!" "Shoot it, Matt, oh God!" Matt's cock flexed, spurting streams of hot jism into her bowels. He groaned, shaking, jerking, pumping out his cum. Connie gasped, wiggling her ass in circles, grinding it against Matt's belly as he hunched over her like a whimpering hound. She could feel his spurts deep inside her. Matt collapsed on top of her and she collapsed under him, unable to hold up his weight. He breathed heavily, his heart slamming against her back. "Don't pull it out," she said. "Leave it in me all night. I need it. Just keep fucking me." -------- -------- --------- Billy chewed his lips as he shot his cum against the bathroom door. He was kneeling in front of it, naked, pounding his cock as he peeked through the keyhole into his mother's room. That lucky Matt, fucking mom's hot ass! It must feel like heaven. Billy got some toilet paper and carefully wiped his cum off the door. It was still warm. He then wiped his earlier load off the mirror and sink and he tossed the cum-sticky wads of paper into the toilet. Then he pissed, looking down at his fat, long prick. It was still frosted with the Mexican's girl's cuntcream. What a night it had been! Watching that Mexican girl get it from the dog, then fucking her himself, then watching her get it from the donkey. She'd even sucked the animals off! Shit! How he wished he had that girl in his room right now! He'd make her suck him off, then he'd fuck her all night, fuck her up the asshole even. Shit! He heard his mother gasping and quickly resumed his post at the keyhole. Matt was really fucking the shit out of her, just like dad used to to. Billy really missed watching through the keyhole at home as dad fucked between mom's legs or mounted on her ass. Well, now maybe the good days would come back. He hoped that when they got back home Matt would start coming over every night and fucking the shit out of mom. Billy loved to watch. It made him fucking hot! Billy started beating his cock. He could still smell the Mexican girl's cuntcream on it. As he watched Matt hump his mother, he imagined that he was Matt. In a few minutes he was spurting all over, daggers of pleasure knifing up the core of his prick. --