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Preview from chapter one
The campfire crackled low against the Missouri night. Carla sat on the cooler lid, her third beer sweating in her hand, watching the flames throw orange light across the clearing. At forty she still carried herself well. Wide hips, heavy breasts under a thin tank top, dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her thighs were thick and tanned from summer yard work.
Her sons, Andrew and Devon, twenty-two and twenty respectively, sat across from her on folding chairs. Andrew was the bigger of the two. Broad shoulders, a square jaw, his father's build before the divorce. Devon was leaner, quieter, with his mother's dark eyes. Between them lay two German Shepherds, Orpheo and Titan, panting softly in the warm air.
She looks good tonight, Andrew thought, tilting his beer back. The firelight caught the shape of her nipples through her shirt. He had been noticing things like that for months now.
Devon noticed too. He always had. He just never said anything.
The dogs stirred. Orpheo lifted his head, nostrils flaring. Carla had changed into cotton shorts after swimming in the creek earlier, and the smell of her was thick in the humid air. She was buzzed enough not to notice when Orpheo padded over and pressed his nose between her knees.
"Orpheo, stop," she laughed, pushing at his broad head. But her legs didn't close.
Andrew watched. He didn't call the dog back.
Orpheo pushed harder, his snout shoving up against the crotch of her shorts. Carla gasped, her hand freezing on the dog's skull. The rough, wet nose ground against her through thin cotton. Her face flushed.
"Boys, your dog..." she started.
"Let him," Andrew said. His voice was low and steady.
Carla looked at her oldest son. The beer had softened everything. The boundaries, the shame, the voice in her head that said this was wrong. Devon was leaning forward in his chair, watching openly. She could see the bulge in his shorts.
She let her knees fall apart.
Orpheo didn't need more invitation. His tongue came out, broad and hot, lapping at the cotton between her thighs. Carla's head dropped back and a moan tore out of her. "Nnnh... oh god..."
That's it, Mom, Devon thought. His cock was straining hard against his zipper.
Andrew stood. He walked behind his mother and gripped her tank top at the hem, pulling it up and over her head. Her tits spilled free, heavy and pale with dark nipples already stiff. She didn't stop him. She just kept her legs open while Orpheo licked.