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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

No characters in this story are under eighteen years of age.

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Mom and Muttly

Kyle stood at the open door to his mother’s bedroom, his jaw slack, his mouth open, his eyes wide. In the middle of her bedroom, his mother Angeline was on her hands and knees on the carpeted floor. She was completely naked, and her dog, a large brown shepherd-lab mix, was on her back, gripping her with his forelegs at her waist, fucking her at a frenetic pace.

Angeline’s head was lolling down, and she was making a low, throaty moan, the sound coming from her in little pulses, synchronized with the dog’s fast, hard thrusts into her cunt; thrusts that were making her whole body shake and sway and jiggle.

“Oh my fucking god,” Kyle whispered.

Angeline’s head snapped up at the sound of her teenaged son’s voice and, seeing him in her doorway, she let out a shriek. “Kyle! Oh my god! What are you-- Get out! Get out of here! Get away! Don’t--” As she babbled out these words, she lunged forward, starting to crawl away from the dog, but immediately she said “Ow!” and stopped. Clearly, the dog’s cock was trapped inside her cunt by the swollen knot at its base, and the big dog’s weight anchored her in place.

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