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CHAPTER 16: HOME AND MOM

On the plane home everyone agreed that the European trip had been a huge success from an adventure standpoint. Even Mr. R who had to include working meetings involving unpleasant business issues and Tim who had the shortest time in Europe had to agree.

But, returning home from Europe, I was exhausted. And I mean thoroughly and completely. I was tired when we left the hotel but I also knew what was likely in store for me on the plane, especially with that demon seat Mr. R had installed for me. And I was in that seat a lot! As I expected, as soon as I was on the plane, I was instructed to remove the dress I had worn from the hotel and spend the remainder of the flight in my standard uniform: thigh high stockings, high heels and whatever jewelry I wore.

I was kept in the seat even after being past cruising altitude due to rough weather we would be encountering over Antwerp, Belgium. But the rough weather outside had no diminishing effect inside with the dildo pumping into my cunt from the seat and by the time the seat belt light turned off and we were able to leave our seats and move around the cabin, I had already climaxed once on the dildo. In fact the rough and bouncy flight through the weather just added to the effect of the dildo as I additionally was raised and dropped within the constraint of the seat belt. For some relief from that device I was overly helpful to Marie in the galley, helping prepare refreshments and serving. But even that lasts only so long, so I next I took each of my travel companions into the bedroom, one at a time, to be fucked by real cocks and finally to eat Marie to her orgasm. By the time we were over the US, I was like a limp rag doll, my body nearly totally spent between being fucked by my travel companions and sitting in that seat. I finally fell asleep on it, just like on the way to Europe. When Tim woke me on our initial approach to our home town, I realized they had turned the machine off. And, once again, once they had their fun with me they showed me their kindness, too.

When we finally arrived home, Cody wasn’t there. Mom must have kept him at her place rather than coming over here each day. For maybe the first time I was glad Cody wasn’t there. Absolutely nothing against Cody but we would have been fucking before getting unpacked. And, honestly, I was fucked out. I wasn’t sure that would have been possible. And maybe it wasn’t, because if Cody had been home when we arrived, I would have happily fucked him. And I did miss him and want him. But the next morning would be just fine, too.

And the next morning it was! After Tim left for work and I was just puttering around the kitchen cleaning from breakfast and doing an inventory of our food needs so I could go shopping later in the day I heard a car drive up in front. I walked through the house and peeked out the window before going to the door. I may not be shy, but I don’t need to shock someone at the door by opening it completely naked. As soon as I opened the door and Mom let Cody out of the backseat, he was running in a sprint for me. He stopped right in the doorway to lick my front as Mom came with his food and dishes in a bag and dragging his large stuffed bed. I went out and took the bed from her and Cody didn’t leave my side, although he did leave my front but took a couple licks at my ass as I passed. I turned my head to him as I struggled getting his bed through the door, “Are you glad to see me, Cody? It hasn’t been that long.” I then said to Mom, “I hope he wasn’t any trouble, Mom. I really appreciate you taking care of him for us while we were away. He looks happy.”

She said, “He was great. He’s always great. You know that. I’ve never met a dog that is more good natured and easy to have around as he is. I really enjoy having him around.”

I look at her, “Did you …?”

“You said it was okay.”

“No, absolutely. You know how much he likes you, too. I am glad.” I was going to ask more and about how Dad reacted to Cody around for those days, but Cody was being very persistent that he wanted me. And I was naked. And, although that is a natural state for me around the house and yard and on our adventures, I was also looking forward to a good fucking by Cody. I looked at Mom and she knew immediately what I was asking without asking.

“Michele, go! Take him and get reacquainted with him. I’ll wait in here and then we can talk. And, dear, don’t hurry. I have all day. Well, don’t take all day.”

I giggled at the thought and went to the back sliding door and Cody was right with me. I glanced to Mom and blew her a kiss before Cody and I were running out into the back of the property.

I didn’t have to go far, I just wanted some alone time, some personal time with Cody. I knew if Cody had been home last night when we got back I would have gladly and eagerly fucked him and given him what he wanted after being gone those days. But after a good night’s sleep I knew I would enjoy this time with him that much more. It was always a thrill running around in the back field with Cody. My body never felt so free and alive as when we were out in the open air and sun and prancing around, him literally bouncing around me, my hair flying behind me, my breasts bouncing and swaying as I moved. I could feel my taut muscles extending and contracting in use. And I was feeling all that now as Cody and I slowed to a jog into the back portion of the property and then just running around, him after me, me trying to avoid him. A game we sometimes played rather than giving in too quickly, making him work for his time with his human bitch. And the longer we did it he eventually would, as he was now, want to end the games and get to it. Now he was bumping me deliberately and soon forcefully attempting to throw me off balance. He never hurt me in these games even when I might actually go down by tripping over my own feet or over him.

Once on the ground though, by being bumped or by ‘giving in’ and going to my hands and knees for him, he loved me with kisses of his tongue anywhere he could touch. I say ‘kisses’ rather than licks because that is the feeling I have when we do this. He is like Tim when he and I wrestle in the family room, pretending to give in but manipulating the other into position to attack their body with tickles and kisses. I know Cody is licking me but it feels different. And when we settle down like now, I lay back onto the ground, breathing hard after the rough housing, he comes to me and dips his head to mine. I take it in my hands and pull him to my mouth. I kiss his snout, his mouth and pull his head into me for a hug. I kiss the side of his head, scratch behind his ears and his sides. I go back to his snout. I kiss him on the lips and hold my mouth there. I put my tongue out and he opens his mouth a bit, just enough for me to push my tongue inside his mouth. We have been doing this for so long, whether it means anything to him or not, he does it. Maybe just for me, but then that is so special. I pull back slightly and give the end of his nose a peck kiss and speak softly and loving to him. Nothing meaningful, just tender and soft, reassuring. I kiss his mouth again and open my mouth and he slips his tongue out and into my mouth. I trap it in my lips and suck gently, nip it with my teeth.

I then hug his head again and make my way down his body, pushing him onto the ground. I raise his rear leg and check him out. He is several inches out of the sheath and that could be enough to get him inside, I know women who would settle for that. But not us. I want him really ready to enjoy my cunt from the first moment of passing my lips and sliding into my hole, which is already wet and needy. I am petting and stroking his fur and underbelly as I lower my face to his stomach. I lick his cock tip and take away the first drops of pre-cum that have appeared. I smile. It has been a while since being with my Cody but now I get him, again. Tim and I have talked about possibly getting another dog. We have the room and I have converted other women, Mom and Sharon for two, but Cody would always be my favorite.

I have his cock tip in my mouth and I suck and use my tongue on the very tip which is just inside my mouth. The combination works so well on him. He extends out of his sheath and soon I am taking more of his cock into my mouth, sucking, pumping in and out of my mouth, taking him out and licking the full length. All the things I would do a man’s cock. Only a dog’s looks and feels so much different in my mouth and my cunt. I have his cock well out of his sheath and I am anxious to have him inside me. I move to my hands and knees and turn around so my ass is pointing at him. He scrambles up and sniffs my ass and gives it a couple licks before he is on my back. His furry chest and belly on my bare back. He grabs me at the waist with his front legs and pulls himself into me and begins thrusting at me. I slip a hand between my legs and use it to guide him into my cunt. He hits home then immediately and thrusts deep into me and two thrusts later was deeply embedded inside me. He repositioned himself momentarily on me and started the urgent, nearly frantic fucking that is so a dog’s style. A style that a man cannot duplicate. Not really. And I love the difference and especially a dog I know and who knows me, an additional bond formed and passed between us.

Soon he is deeply planted inside me and his thrusting takes on the urgency of his nature, I am feeling his cock inside, sliding in and out, bumping the walls of my cunt as he frantically pounds me. But I also feel his cock growing inside, in length, in size, filling me deeper and fuller. I love that feeling! And soon I feel his knot at my lips, bumping, pushing. I reach back and feel the knot, stroke it and just fingering it. I balance myself and push back at him, at his knot trying to push past my cunt lips, stretch me wide to gain access to me body. I help him like I always do. I want the knot as much as he wants it in me. I push as he pushes. Not so much pumping at me, but pushing, insistent and deliberate in the action. And so am I. I know I will cry out when I am fully stretched and it suddenly pops inside, suddenly, almost surprisingly. I will cry out in some pain from the stretching but more from the sudden fullness and the delicious feeling that it provides.

With his cock and knot inside me, I pause for a moment but Cody often doesn’t. Now inside he wants to pump me again. Only now with the knot inside his range of stroke is much different. But the feeling of the knot being pulled back, stretching my hole and then pounded back into me … how deliciously wonderful. We go back and forth on each other, each wanting the same thing, each focused on attaining the same thing. Another memorable orgasm. And when I feel him tense, his cock inside me jerk the first time, the first of his cum shooting inside me, I climax right with him. Creaming on this magnificent cock and knot. I am not waiting patiently for the knot to shrink. Not this time. I have had rest and I am ready for more. And I prolong my orgasm by rocking on his cock and knot. Continuing to feel his cock inside, moving back and forth. Continuing to feel his knot inside, stretching me back, bumping into my g-spot accidently but wonderfully. I don’t orgasm a second time but I prolong the one I had. And when Cody finally pulled out of me I feel his cum running out of my hole, a hole that I am sure is gaping, having just given up that knot. I push Cody onto his back and sit my cunt over his snout and take his cock into my mouth and I clean his cock and knot of our combined and mixed juices as he does the same for me. First licking up the cum running out but then pushing his tongue into my cunt in search of more. Then … I just collapse to the side. Laying on the ground on my back I put my arm out to the side and lovingly stroke his side as we recover.

Walking back to the house with Cody I am feeling incredibly free and at peace. Little did I know how that was going to be shattered and then quickly brought together. But for now, walking back through the field with Cody alongside me, I am naked, barefoot and feeling free as the air itself. As I walk I put my arms straight out from my sides and spin in circles as I make my way. This causes Cody to start prancing around at my unusual behavior. By the time we are close to the patio I see that Mom has made and set out a pitcher of what looks like ice tea on the wrought iron table.

As I am only steps from the patio, Mom says, “Oh, Michele. You look just beautiful out there. I remember you doing that in the yard when you were a little girl. Arms out, twirling yourself around until you couldn’t stand anymore and you would crash to the ground, laughing the whole time. Of course, you wore clothes back then …”

“I feel wonderful. Being home, maybe. And, yes, I remember that, too. Maybe I am feeling like a little girl. You know, out playing with my dog, Mom watching from the house …”

“Don’t push it, dear. That is not how you used to play with the dog.” We both laugh and I sit down at the table with Mom. Cody goes off and gets some water from his bowl and then finds a shady spot under a nearby tree. I am sitting at the patio table completely naked in the middle of the day with my Mom who is dressed and we both feel totally comfortable with the situation and each other. In fact she often joins me being naked when at my house, including in the yard. Having fifteen acres of fairly secluded property is nice.

But I sense that Mom has something on her mind. We talk and about a lot of different things but they are all ‘nothing’ things. They are not of any significance or importance. In fact she hasn’t even asked about the trip which would usually have us involved in very, very detailed descriptions of the activities I participate in. She likes to live my experiences vicariously and that was bringing her into become more sexually active, at least with us. The way the conversation was going nowhere seemed to be just another indicator that she was avoiding talking about something that she really wanted or needed to discuss with me. Thinking she just needed some encouragement to get it out into the open where we could see it and talk about it, I just asked her, “Mom, what’s wrong. I can tell there is something you need to tell me but you don’t want to.”

She started crying. That was not the reaction I was expecting. But she managed to get out, “Your father is leaving. He has filed for divorce, a month ago already, but I just couldn’t bring it up before. I guess I was hoping that this would change. That he would change his mind. We’ve been married for twenty-nine years.”

This didn’t make sense. Why would Dad do this? Things seemed to be going so well for them. At least that’s what I thought. Ever since my wedding ceremony and the dog(s), there sex life has been better and better. Mom has certainly become far more interested. We have even been together as couples and then got Cody involved in addition. I hadn’t noticed them fighting. Why? So I asked.

Mom replied, “I am pretty sure he has met someone and he wants to marry her. He has made some comments that make me sure of it. But he denies it, of course. He says I have broken the sanctity of our marriage by my involvement with the dogs. Michele, he is threatening to take everything but the house … he will use the dog-sex as justification and excuse if I contests the terms. And that won’t leave me with anything but the house and that still has a mortgage on it. I haven’t worked since I was a young woman when I met him. I looked it up and Arizona divorce law can grant a divorce in as little as sixty days if it is uncontested. But if I contest it I will be destroyed. I’m so sorry, Michele.”

“Mom, what are you talking about, sorry?”

“Oh, honey, if this comes out, it will come back to you and Tim, too. It would have to. I can just hear the lawyer asking me, ‘Now, tell the court whose dog you were fucking instead of your loving husband?’ This is so awful. See why I was having such a hard time talking about this? I don’t have a choice. I have to submit to his demand and quietly allow the divorce as he has stipulated it.”

I am stunned. Totally. Dad hadn’t been around much and Mom had said his interest in her increased sexuality was almost non-existent. He always seemed to have a reason to be somewhere else. She guessed thinking back now that he had this other woman on the side for a few years.

I ask her if Dad is home now. No. “I am going to lose everything. He was encouraging me about the dog before. Now he will deny everything.” I tell her to go home and pack some things for a few days and stay with us so we can talk. I tell her to stop on the way back and get a couple bottles of our favorite wine and some steaks and potatoes for a nice dinner. She might as well spend some of his money. That gets a laugh from her. So she is still holding it together somewhat. She just needs some sound direction and support. While she is gone I call Tim at work and give him a heads up. I tell him this has to be kept to just us, family, very personal. He understands and agrees. He promises to leave as soon as he can and we can all regroup at home.

We talk most of the night until bedtime. Tim is taking notes which makes Mom nervous at first but then trusts Tim that this is how he focusses when working out details and process. We talk about finding an investigator. Tim and I both know a good one that Mr. R had used to check us out before hiring Tim. I reinforce to him that it has to be personal. A recommendation from Mr. R is fine, but this has to be up to us to handle. Mr. R must stay out of this one. Once again, he understands and agrees. His only comment is that we should allow for a time when his influence might be helpful. Just to keep an open mind. But, yes, it is up to us, or more specifically Mom, to decide if and when that influence is needed and how much.

The next day Mom is feeling much better and returns home to take care of things there. I have her take Cody with her, just in case. It would never have occurred to me to be afraid for my mother in the past. Now, I am not sure confident. Cody likes Mom and could be a difference if anything went wrong.

That night we send Mom back home for some more clothes to plan on staying through the weekend. While she is out we have a conversation with Mr. R about the investigator. Tim had made initial contact with the investigator and he in turn talked to Mr. R since he was on retainer and needed to be sure it was okay and it wouldn’t be a problem for anything that Mr. R might have been planning for him for the next few days. Mr. R was very concerned about our need for an investigator of this quality and wanted to insert his assistance. I got very firm with him which was a surprise to all of us.

I said, “Carlos, listen to me on this. This is personal, very personal, and I don’t want anyone else involved in this. At least not now. Tim has made it clear to me that there may be a time that we need more help and then, and only then, will this change. Is this understood?”

He was quiet for a moment. He might have been that surprised by my firmness. “Michele, you’ve never called me ‘Carlos’. It has always been Mr. Rodriguez, Mr. R, or Sir.”

“This is outside of that relationship. This is very important to me.” I look at Tim as I say the next part. “If you can’t stay out of this, if you interfere, I am prepared to break off our relationship.”

He says, “Michele, you know I just want to help. Isn’t it appropriate to help your friends?”

“Sir, I know you do. And that is one of the things that I love about you. You really, truly do care about us. You care about Anthony and Marie in the same the way. I will tell you this, Sir, this is not directly about Tim and me. But it is still very personal to us. I hope that is enough, Sir.”

“Yes, Michele. That is enough. I will call the investigator first thing tomorrow morning and I will put on hold anything he currently has going. That should help some. But let me know anytime there is anything I can do. I can be very discrete.”

“I know that, Sir. And, thank you. You know I love, Sir, so you know how important this is to me.”

The next day I told Mom about the investigator and that if my father has someone he is already involved with, he will find it and the details. Money spent, length of time, arrangements made and when. He is sure he will find enough to create a level field for an equitable negotiation. As a result Mom is feeling much more optimistic than she had been. We instruct her to stall my father to give the investigator time to help.

She is feeling so well now she is like Mom, again. We spend much of the day outside working in the same gardens that had impressed Mr. R so much. We are working the beds together and as we weed and discuss the placement of transplanting some flowers from one bed to another, we continue to talk about her. Only now she is much more comfortable, less panic in her voice. She still doesn’t understand what happened. She was so used to him being gone somewhere for work or his golf or fishing weekends with his buddies. Mom finally strips down with me like she usually does when at my place. And soon she is as dirty as I am. The dirt is ground into our knees and feet and wherever we touched our sweating bodies is streaked by dirt from our hands and arms. After several hours of very the****utic time in the gardens, I announce that we have accomplished enough for the day. I thank her and as she stands up, I look her. Naked, her body not quite as tight as she might prefer but for fifty-one, she looks really good. She notices me looking at her body, I am not exactly hiding the fact, and she blushes. I love it. When she blushes like this, it is not just her face. Her upper chest blushes, too. I walk up to her, pull her into me and hug her, outside, at the edge of the garden we were just working in. I feel her breasts pushing into me and I know she feels the same thing. I pull back slightly and look into her eyes and kiss her, fully and on the lips. She nearly melted into my arms. She dropped her head to my shoulder and squeezed me.

She said into my neck, “Oh, dear, I suppose a mother shouldn’t ask her daughter for this, but I do just need to feel loved and loveable. I have this overwhelming reaction that if only I had loved him more.”

“Mom, you know that is ridiculous. And, besides, you don’t have to ask, I want to.” I then take her hand and led her into the house and directly into our master bedroom and the shower where I wash her very completely. I held her to me under the spray with her back to my front and my arms under hers so I could soap up and wash her breasts, stomach and pussy. She put her head back to me, again.

“Why do I love to have you touch me like this?”

“Because you are that loveable woman who has so much love. It is not just your loving to be touch by me, Mom. It is also me loving to touch you. You are an amazing woman, Mom. You know Tim thinks so as both a person and a lover. He knows both of those sides of you. Trust that, Mom. The man knows.”

After the shower, I bring her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed and she allows me to make love to her like I had only done to Marie before. Although I am at first very gentle and soft in my touching and loving, I end up devouring her body. I kiss, lick and touch her body, outside and inside as I can. I leave little of her body untouched. I suck and bite her nipples and the same to her clit. She nearly screams as I take her clit between my teeth and chew on it. I do the same with her pussy lips, sucking and pulling on them and finally taking each in turn between my teeth and chewing and pulling. All the while I have one, two or three fingers sawing in and out of her pussy. When she has her orgasm, I leave my fingers inside her but stop their movement. So she feels me in her and on her, so she is allowed to attain the stimulation and the shuddering climax but allowed to go down the other side of it and slide into a comfortable and reassuring warmth of presence and contact between us. It is early in the afternoon, but I curl up next to her, both of us still naked, and we slip into a nap. A short nap with comfort, security, and peace enveloping us.

When I wake up it has only been an hour and a half. Mom is curled into me and an arm and leg d****d over my body. I turn slightly and look into her face and watch her. She must have been close to waking also because that slight movement causes her to open her eyes. She sees me looking at her.

“What is it?”

“It is nothing. I am just watching and thinking. I can’t imagine what he could be thinking. You are such a loving, attractive and sexual woman. But now that will be his problem, not yours. You need to move forward from this with energy and positiveness.”

“Of course you are right. I hope you and Tim can stay close by to keep reminding me of that. Speaking of, when does that hunk get home?”

“About two hours. Mom, it’s Friday night. Let’s do something. You are finally feeling better and Tim could use a diversion after the workweek. Should we go out to dinner?”

“We could, but what I would really like to do is thank you two. And I would like to start by preparing a nice meal to be ready when he gets home. Can I do that for you?”

And she did. We got up from the bed and quickly made it again. We didn’t bother with clothes and headed for the kitchen. Mom roamed through the cupboards, refrigerator and freezer to work out her dinner plan. I let her direct me which she did, but otherwise let her decide everything. While working side-by-side, each focused on a different task, I asked, “Mom, how are you feeling now about everything?”

“Good. This week has been a miracle, thank you. You two have let me deal with it but have also taken some the big concerns away and taken real actions that I couldn’t get started on. I truly believe what you and Tim are telling me. That everything will work out and this can be an opportunity to make a really positive change to the next part of my life. And that will be a discovery phase. Something I have not had to deal with for so long but in a way it is very exciting, too. Why?”

“Well, on our trip – which you have never asked me about, by the way – Tim mentioned that you have been indicating a more active interest in sexual activity, especially with us and Cody.” I give her a teasing smile. “We know you realize that submissiveness is not your role in activities and that is good to know. But, he has recognized that there is an element of your behavior that is a bit submissive around us. He indicated to me that we should perhaps suggest to you that we could include you into some of our activities. You know he has always enjoyed you, even teasing you with calling you ‘mom’ while fucking you. He was even suggesting that a weekend with us, just the three of us. Okay, four with Cody.”

“He said all that? You weren’t prodding him or leading him?”

“I am telling you, Mom, if you haven’t already realized the obvious, that man truly loves you. Not because you are his mother-in-law and special to me, but because he does. He has from early on in the relationship. Having you in his lap instead of me was never a negative or let-down for him. That’s just the way he feels about you. That’s why he went right to the best investigator he knew for your situation.”

“He is a dear man. And I appreciate him so much. And I am already spending the weekend here.”

“Yes, but as far he knows because you are needing to be near for support and caring. There is a way that when he walks in through that door he will know immediately there is a different kind of weekend ahead for him.”

“Tell me.”

“We dress the part for the weekend. I would suggest we just highlight what we have on now. Nothing. I am thinking: thigh high stockings, high heels, a long pearl string around the waist, necklace and earrings.”

“Oh, Michele! We’ll spend the weekend like that?”

“Oh no. This is our formal attire. Most of the weekend we will just be completely naked and frequently used by the two males of the house.”

“Yes. That is what I want to do. You guys are so wonderful to make me feel this way, so desired and wanted. Thank you. Now, I want to see what selection of stockings you have. I get first dibs, okay?”

The look on her face is as if we have given her a gift, a desired diversion from the mess she was handed; knowing that she is still loved, needed, desired. And that maybe her life could be better and more.

* * * CHAPTER 17A: MOM AND THE WEEKEND will follow * * * Thanks for reading.