Dog Stripped

I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Full war paint, and my body glowed from the baby oil I'd applied. Panties. Couldn't gather enough nerve to not wear panties. Four sets later I settled on see through light pink bikinis. They'd be able to see everything, everything, but in my mind I could at least say they hadn't seen me totally naked.

The urge to masturbate was nearly over whelming, but I simply did not have the time. The boys would arrive at our home any minute expecting a quick lunch before they took off for the afternoon. Four, fifteen to sixteen year old boys. My son and three of his friends. Crazy. This was so nuts.

To achieve sexual satisfaction at this age I needed a penis in my pussy twice a day, and got myself off at least once more in order feel my needs had been met. If I did not get my daily quota more often than not I'd wait until Howwee was asleep, and masturbate in the master bath. Howwee had also gotten into the habit of taking whatever route was easiest when it came to screwing. The variety was missing, and he knew I was a victim of my own rapious desire. I had to have it, and getting me off was a piece of cake.

Men are supposed to beg, not women.

I went so far as to tie my ankles to the bottom posts of our bed, put on my night mask before snapping on a pair of handcuffs. Naked, spread, blind, and helpless when Howwee entered our bedroom. The only other person who might left me dripping. He would knock before entering, and what would I have said? Not now mom is tied naked to the bed. It turned into sweet torture because I couldn't do a thing to relieve the throbbing between my legs, the ache in my nipples, the hollow feeling in my stomach.

Exhibiting for me was just like a d**g. I needed my fix, and after using the same ploys over and over the effect of the d**g diminished. I needed a bigger fix to sate my urge. We had to leave the area if I really wanted to play. And by the by at least for me an adults only resort while a thrill was not the same rush. Lots of people were nude or close to it so the forbidden aspect was missing.

A nipple slip, or quick flash of panties was fun, but didn't give me any real rush.

Sharked on yard while mowing. The pleasure endorphins had flooded my brain. I was helpless. Exposed against my will, I could have been taken. He could have fucked me like a dog, and I would have cum in front of the neighbors.

I HAD to have more.

What took place started quite accidentally with our dog. I say our, but Howwee didn't want the dog. He was mine, and he was a beautiful, intelligent creature. He was what I referred to as a Velcro dog. Where I went he went, although that stopped when it came to the bedroom. No way my husband would have an a****l sleeping in our bedroom and I had no problem with that.

It was funny when it happened the first time until it dawned on me that there was potential for my exploitation.

Freshly showered, and in a hurry to get to work I walked into the kitchen wrapped in a long bath towel. I popped bread in the toaster, poured a cup of coffee, and grabbed a jar of jam out of the refrigerator. It slipped out of my hand when I stuck a knife into it and a large dollop hit the towel at thigh level. My Velcro buddy was right by my side and reacted.

Towel or no towel, jam was jam, and he immediately licked it with his rough tongue. I laughed, and told him no as I turned to avoid him. He perceived this as game time, and instead of stopping he grabbed the towel with his teeth, and pulled.

I was naked. I was nude in the kitchen of my own home. The windows were all opened, but little chance of anyone seeing me. It was absurd, and I felt more than a little foolish. More so as I struggled to get the towel back instead of going to get a robe. The towel finally recovered, and it was then that it hit me. No control. He had just taken what he wanted, and I couldn't have stopped him.

Tiny ache that extended from my tummy to my favorite place. Oh my God I needed something, and I needed it quickly. I ended up being late for work.

The planning began the very next time I was home alone with my puppy. He's not really a puppy anymore but that's how I think of him. After some trial and error I settled on a piece of ham as the bait. For a number of reasons, but most importantly the ham could be hidden and attached to the inside and near the bottom of the towel. He wouldn't be able to get at his treat without giving the towel an aggressive tug.

He loved the practice nearly as much as I did. I made sure that after he gotten the towel that I gave chase, and turned it into a fun game of keep away. When it got to the point where he ran downstairs with the towel leaving me nude I felt we were set. I always left enough time after practice to relieve myself.

Next I had to decide who would be the lucky spectators to my humiliation. It was a short list. My husband and/or his friends. Some of my own although naked in front of my girlfriends wouldn't give me the same rush. I was k**ding myself. I knew in my heart who I wanted to see me when I was helplessly out of control and so vulnerable.

They loved my body. They told me they loved me, and I was their favorite mother. They had seen the slips, and panty shots. The too short skirts, the thin blouses which allowed them to get a grand view of my lacy bras. They hugged me too long (or too short) when they came in the door and did the same when they left. What started as pecks on the cheek had evolved into quick kisses on my lips. I scolded them rarely and they must have sensed I wasn't really serious. Colton was the only one who touched my lips briefly with his tongue. It made my knees weak. He was gorgeous, and a great dancer. I thought about him regularly when having sex with Howwee who had no doubt that given the opportunity I'd seduce him.

They teased my son about the size of his mother's breasts, and begged for descriptions when he let them know he'd seen them in all their glory. He didn't need to sneak peeks my casual wear around the house was just that; casual. The human body wasn't something to be ashamed of, and neither was sex. The browser history on his computer gave me some insight into just what the boys liked. Teenage girls, MILFS, and matures. The matures almost without exception were large breasted, and having sex with much younger men.

Among the fetish views were bondage, and spanking. Helpless, sweating, well endowed, females begging for more or less because they couldn't take anymore.

Literotica was the only story site. I could not figure out how to bring up specific stories that he'd read. While doing a room search (as long as he lived under our roof, etc.) I had discovered condoms, a box of Extenze:), and several hard copy stories. Good to know that he was also reading to get off.

Four of them dealt with mother son i****t. They all shared common elements. Big breasted mothers, son's with bigger cocks than their fathers, and making the father a cuckold. I read everyone of them, and ended up masturbating on my son's bed climaxing when I reached a portion of one story where the mother was not on birth control, fertile, and pleaded with him to flood her womb.

He was definitely his father's son.

Two others dealt with a son's friends taking advantage of his mother ending in her becoming their total slut. At one point dressing her in nearly nothing before taking her to a party where she was exposed, and used.

And so I came to be standing shaking with anticipation in transparent panties. I was no longer a powerful, assertive, successful woman. Shortly I would be a bimbo, bested by a stupid mutt. I would be talked about by every hormone driven teenage boy that attended my son's school. They'd jack off dreaming about me not some teenage tease with minimal curves.

The ham chunk was in the laundry room just off the kitchen. I couldn't attach it in the bedroom knowing that my baby would attack me before I was ready. The scene had to be set. The kitchen table ready all I needed to do was pull the food out of the frig, and make sure they had something to drink. My own drink had been three shots of vodka from the freezer.

The front door opened, and I heard my son yell, "Mom, we're here what's for lunch?"

I slipped on a pair of four inch red heels, wrapped myself in the large bath towel, took a deep breath and made my entrance apologizing for my attire or lack of I guess. They didn't move to hug me wondering I'm sure just what Mrs. K did or didn't have underneath that towel. No bra was obvious. I was pretty sure they'd never seen a woman with skin in such a state of high gloss.

Telling them to take a chair I busied myself with getting supplies out, and taking drink orders. My pup followed me back and forth before taking a rest next to the table hoping for a hand out.

"If you boys have everything you want I need to finish dressing."

I could have said getting ready, but just seemed right to let them know Mrs. K's body was so close if it weren't for the stupid towel. They wanted it to fall off. They hoped it would fall off.

I walked into the laundry room and had a terrible time getting the ham chunk attached to the towel because my fingers wouldn't settle down. I could hear them laughing but not what they were laughing about. It wouldn't take them long to finish their lunch, and they'd be out the door. Finally I was ready.

My pup nearly ruined everything. He had gotten a snack or two from the boys and just gave me a glance when I walked back into the kitchen. I asked them if they were still okay, and then told my pup to quit bothering the boys. I grabbed a container of dog treats off the kitchen island stood directly in front of the boys and said, "Treat."

He was grinning as he scampered over and I had him sit before giving him his reward. Shit. Was he never going to catch the scent, remember our game? I couldn't stand there much longer without looking like a complete tool although the boys didn't seem to mind. I saw his eyebrows pop up and knew he'd taken the bait.

I had just started to turn when I felt the tug. He growled as he latched onto the towel, stripped it from my body and ran towards the basement leaving me in my panties and high heels.

Time stood still. A pin could have dropped.

I couldn't keep up with the signals my brain was sending to my body. Their eyes were lasers taking in my exposure. I should have moved, I should have covered, but for those few seconds I did nothing but stand there.

"Jesus mom what the fuck?" Said my son who wasn't supposed to use that word.

I grabbed a dish towel and covered my breasts, and dropped my other hand down to cover my trimmed pubic area, but didn't turn away from them until I'd gotten "covered."

I started to blabber an apology, but was stopped by my son who told, no ordered me to go get dressed. Too far, I'd taken it too far hadn't I? I scurried to the master bedroom not bothering to close the door. A single stroke placed on my button would have dropped me to the floor. I pulled on my short bath robe, and sucking it up reentered the kitchen area expressing my sincere regrets, and eliciting promises from them that they wouldn't tell their parents what had happened less they think poorly of me.

Eye fucked. Everyone one of them had me naked and spread on a bed with their young hard cocks buried in my pussy. Every one of them had their faces buried between the soft flesh of my breasts.

Finally I managed to lighten the mood by telling them I hoped I hadn't ruined them for life after seeing my old body. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what had gotten into that naughty dog. They thought the dog was pretty cool. Giggles, maybe a smirk or two before I once again asked for their discretion about the incident they'd just witnessed.

Telling them I'd take care of cleaning up I headed back to the safety of my bedroom. Leaning with my hands on the vanity trying to settle myself I heard noises of departure, mixed with shouts of appreciation for lunch and I'm sure the free floor show.

A knock at the door. "Mom? Mom?"

I answered and told him he could come in. He asked me if I was alright, and had the "stupid" dog ever done anything like that before. I lied and told him no, never, touched by the genuine look of concern for my well being.
He told me he'd take care of the guys, and not to worry. They were just jealous that none of them had a mother who looked like me.

"Oh yeah, an old naked woman with saggy boobs and wrinkles."

"I love you mom. You're the most beautiful woman in the world." He moved closer and placed his hand behind my neck before kissing my lips. I didn't care that it wasn't true, that didn't matter. I was so lucky. When our eyes met there was no doubt in my mind that he exactly what his mom needed. God, God, just take me. Get them all back in here, and take me. Instead.

"Sure you're okay?"

I once again told him I was which was another lie.

"I'll call if it's gonna be after ten."

With that he was gone, and it dawned on me that for all my planning I'd not given any thought as to how I was going to satisfy myself when it was all over. Howwee wouldn't be home for at least four hours. I had three males I could call, and if they were available they'd be at the front door in a heart beat, but they weren't boys. I didn't want them. I wanted a floor model not something pre-owned.

What a grade A slut. What was wrong with me? What happened within the confines of our house, and family was one thing, but including outsiders was just asking for trouble. Was I so stupid that I thought I could screw a teenager(s) and no one would find out? I was already a hot topic, and that was before the exhibition I'd put on today.

Zombie like I shed the robe and panties before walking back into the kitchen wearing my high heels. My pup was back but I ignored him as I headed for the kitchen table. I cleared a place in the middle of the table and laid down on my back spreading my legs. There was a rubber dildo in my had that I didn't recall getting before I left the bedroom.

I closed my eyes and they took me. All four of them took me like that on the kitchen table. One in my mouth another in my steaming box while the others played with my melons. I spilled a glass of milk, but didn't care. The pup got on his legs to happily clean up the mess next to me and I didn't care.

With my eyes closed I was so close. I was having trouble focusing on one particular face to push me into ecstasy. My eyes opened just enough to see, and there was my pup's fat tongue finishing up his treat.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, oooohhhhhhh fuck me!"

I collapsed with the dildo still in my pussy. I'd scared the poor dog away.

Not wanting to move but knowing I had to I put the kitchen back in order never covering my body. I took another shower and then a nap. Fortunately Howwee had a few beers under his belt, and was in the mood to have some fun. Each one of the boys was in the bedroom that night if only in spirit. I hoped I was in theirs.