Bestiality With Her Sons

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.

"Pull her shorts off," Andrew told Devon.

Devon knelt. His hands shook as he hooked his fingers into her waistband and dragged the shorts and panties down together. Carla lifted her hips to help. The cool air hit her wet cunt and she whimpered. Orpheo immediately buried his muzzle in her bare pussy, his tongue swiping in long flat strokes from her hole to her clit.

"Fuuuck... fuck, fuck, fuck..." Carla panted, gripping the cooler lid.

Andrew freed his cock. It was thick and veined, standing rigid from a nest of dark hair. He guided his mother's hand to it and she wrapped her fingers around the shaft without hesitation, stroking him while the dog ate her out.

Devon had his dick out too. Thinner than his brother's but long, the head slick with pre-cum. He stood beside her and she turned, taking him into her mouth with a wet, hungry sound. "Mmph... glk... glk..."

My own mother, Devon thought, watching his cock disappear between her lips. Sucking my cock while a dog licks her cunt. The thought made him throb against her tongue.

Orpheo was getting excited. His hips were pumping at the air, his red cock unsheathing, glistening in the firelight. Andrew saw it.

"Get on your hands and knees, Mom."

Carla pulled off Devon's cock with a gasp. Spit connected her lower lip to the tip. She looked up at Andrew with glazed eyes. Then she slid off the cooler and got on all fours in the dirt, her ass up, her tits hanging.

Orpheo mounted her immediately. His front paws gripped her waist and his hips thrust wildly, his pointed red cock stabbing at her thighs, her ass, searching. Carla reached back and guided him. The tip found her opening and Orpheo slammed forward.

"AHHH... oh fuck he's in me... he's fucking me..." Carla cried out, her face dropping to the ground. Orpheo's hips pistoned with animal speed, jackhammering...