Lick 'n Tiff - Chapter Three - Lick 'n Mom
"What?" I stared at Licorice and then I giggled as he nodded his head seriously.
I'd just gotten home from school and I wasn't sure if I believed him or not. Part of me wanted to, just because it had been a pretty cool story, but most of me didn't because it made me a just a little bit jealous too.
I mean, how would you feel if you'd spent eight hours at school, bored out of your mind listening to some nun tell you how important geometry was going to be in your career as a veterinarian? That's what I wanted to be someday, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out how finding the area of a triangle was ever going to help me deliver a baby horse.
I'd have to ask Dr. Hanson about that. He was Lick's vet and just about one of my best friends, except he was pretty old. Cute too.
So anyway, and then after school I rushed straight home because I'd been drawing pictures of Licorice all day, well parts of Licorice, you know, and jilling off under my plaid skirt because I'd forgotten to wear panties on purpose, and then I get home expecting a big hot hard welcome from my boyfriend…And he tells me he's too tired!
So I stood there, hands on my hips and feeling neglected the way a girlfriend will when she needs something and doesn't get it, and Licorice is trying to explain how he got all worn out.
Apparently, and I'm just telling you what Lick told me, evidently the day started like any other for my four year old black lab…
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Except for the fact that I was running late! This happened to be a Monday, which probably explains a lot. I never got the hang of Mondays and I felt tired too, so I hit my snooze button like three times in row, which totally spoiled any chance I had of getting off before school. I ran around the house, trying to get dressed, looking for my homework from all the way last Friday, brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, brushing the lint off my skirt cause I forgot to clean the filter in the dryer before I put it in there…Ugh!!!
I hate Mondays!
And Licorice just sat on my bed, frowning at me because he'd woken up like he always did, expecting a good morning blowjob from his beautiful sixteen year old bitch, or maybe even a nice quick game of Breed the Blonde! Which is what Lick calls it, by the way, not me. Boys are so like that! But I didn't have time for any of that because I just knew my school bus would be early, since I was late, and it was a Monday like I said.
And of course my mom wasn't any help at all either. She just clucked her tongue and shook her head and drank her coffee. But what did she care? She had the day off, lucky her, and she wasn't going to be late for anything, except maybe a date with her vacuum cleaner since all she ever did on her days off was clean. She could be so psycho sometimes! Like she'd stepped out of a Good Housekeeping magazine or something. Her favorite, by the way, which really shows how hopeless Mom could be. I kept waiting for her to have a mid-life crisis so she'd start reading Cosmo or something, but…
"Bye dear!" My mom wiggled her cheerful fingers at me and I just scowled. "Have a nice day at school."
I ran to my bus stop, and that's two blocks away for some stupid reason, and I was momentarily relieved when I saw Patricia standing there. She's one of my friends and we go to school together and so if she was there then I hadn't missed my bus. And of course she was happy to see me too, because she thought maybe she'd missed the bus. It took five minutes for us to realize that we'd both missed it and now had to walk the mile and a half to school. Uphill, against the wind, and in the rain.
Mondays suck.
That's my part of the story…
Lick's story, if you believe him, and I wasn't sure I did, begins sometime later. He couldn't say for sure what time that was though, since he never bothered to look at the clock. He knows how to tell time, believe me, it's just that he's a dog and so time is totally irrelevant to him, a fact he likes to point out when I'm running late for school.
"You shoulda been born a dog, Tiff," he'll say and I just growl at him.
Now my mom is an attractive woman by human standards, and so by dog standards she's even more attractive than that. Dogs love girls and they're all beautiful, even the ugly ones, so according to Licorice, my mom is pretty amazingly stunning by dog standards. I'm not sure I'd ever want to try and explain that to her though, but I think Mom knows anyway. A woman can always tell when a guy likes her, it's instinctive.
Anyway, Mom's especially gorgeous to Licorice, he says, because she can open doors and big cans of dog food, and she scratches behind his ears like nobody's business, but that's just Lick's sense of humor talking. He really does like our blonde hair and blue eyes, except he's color blind, so…I think he just loves our butts mostly. I don't care if he's an ass-dog or not, Lick loves me and he's told me so a zillion times. He loves my mom too, except she confuses him a lot.
Mostly because Lick knows she's in her prime, like mature and full grown and just perfect for breeding. But she never does it for some reason and that always confuses him. There are only three reasons for living, according to Licorice: sleeping, eating, and breeding. My mom does the first two just fine, but that third reason was kicking her ass, and that's exactly how he put it. I'd never say something like that! But four or five dog years and only one puppy to show for it? Lick didn't get my mom's mating habits at all.
Licorice was relaxing, trying to fall back to sleep after Hurricane Tiffany finally left for school and he was doing a good job of it too. Lick said he was dreaming of me actually, but I think he was just trying to cheer me up after my terrible Monday. Anyway, he knows how badly I want to have his puppies, and Lick wants me to have puppies too. He told me he was laying there on my bed, still smelling me and liking that a lot, and dreaming about how I was fat with six baby black labs in my belly. And my boobs were big and dripping milk and we were kissing on the couch watching Casablanca and talking about names for our babies…
When my mom happened to come into my room. She was wearing her old bathrobe, according to Licorice, sort of a pink one, although that's just because it was faded. It had been more of a lavender color once, like ten years ago or something, but now it was pink. And probably she was going to take a bath, since she had the day off and everything. But she'd seen Licorice on my bed and decided maybe she should let him outside, since it was morning and all.
She started taking off her earrings, Licorice told me, and I really didn't know if I believed that or not. Firstly, I didn't remember seeing my mom wearing any earrings when she was sitting in the kitchen drinking her coffee. But I hadn't been looking for them either. Secondly though, my mom generally took off her jewelry before she went to sleep, not after she woke up. So Lick could have been making that part up, but let's pretend he wasn't.
I have to humor him sometimes, cause he is my boyfriend.
And Mom walks into the bedroom, wearing her robe sort of loosely, I guess, not really tied around her waist because she's just going from her bedroom to the bathroom. And she got sidetracked, like I said, taking a detour into my room and so that got Lick's attention right away. I mean he could see her, you know, mostly almost naked, and Lick is a boy and he likes seeing stuff like that.
My mom looks mostly like me, except she's older. When I'm online sometimes, like in a chat room, usually the one called #RealDogLovers, which is sort of a cool chat room except there's a lot of guys who just want to see pictures of me and Licorice kissing and stuff, but I ignore those. Anyway, when I'm on there and someone asks me "What do you look like?" I mostly say "Welllll…I look like my mom, except younger." And that should give them a clue, wouldn't you think?
But it doesn't so I have to tell them what my mom looks like. She's kind of tall, but not really tall, and thin, but not skinny or anything. She has legs all the way up to her nice round butt and really great boobs. I hope I get boobs like hers because they're sorta too big for the rest of her, but it still looks really good, especially when she wears an awesome dress. My tits are a little too small for my body, I think, but maybe not. I'm smaller all the way around, really and Lick's into butts anyway and he says mine's perfect, but he's my boyfriend too and if he didn't say that…You know. I'd be kinda not happy.
That's what Licorice was looking at, except even more because he could see my mom's soft flat tummy and her creamy thighs and even her golden bush, which isn't much thicker than mine and mine is hardly thick at all. He calls it a bush, not me. I hate that word. I think my mom trims hers a little, but I never asked her or anything. I've seen her naked though, you know, and it looks pretty neat, meaning well kept and trimmed, and the other way too…Meaning pretty cool. I'd like to trim mine sometime, but I'm a little nervous about it.
"Do you want to go outside, Licorice…Oh! Darn it…" my mom said, according to Lick.
She'd dropped her earring, theoretically, and of course it didn't fall right at her feet…But I'm getting ahead of myself. Or ahead of Licorice, I should say.
When my mom asked Lick if he wanted to go out, he did what any dog does. He stretched and yawned and licked his lips and hopped off the bed, because going outside is always one of life's simple pleasures, even if he really didn't need to right at that moment. Outside is like heaven for dogs. Would you pass up a chance to go to heaven if you could go back in the house and take a nap later?
Me neither.
He jumped off the bed just about the time my mom decided to drop one of her earrings. He stood there in my bedroom, watching as my mom frowned and looked around her feet for it, but of course it hadn't landed at her feet, as I mentioned before. That magical earring had done what all earrings do, and socks too, and anything else that comes in pairs…It had disappeared!
According to Licorice.
And he tilted his head, watching patiently and not without some genuine curiosity because humans in general, and the two bitches living in his house in particular, never failed to amaze him with some of the things we'd do…And I spent some time arguing that with him! Licorice watched as my mom got down on her hands and knees, right there on the carpet in her short, half-closed bathrobe, right in front of my horny boyfriend.
Now, according to Licorice there's only one reason a bitch will ever get on her hands and knees in front of a dog. We might pretend there's other reasons, like a lost earring for example, but Lick wasn't buying that. The only reason a full grown fertile beautiful bitch like my mom would get down on the floor was if she was in heat. Or so my dog says.
And Licorice swears she was. In heat, I mean, although any other time Lick will tell you that human females are in heat every day of the week and twice on Sundays, we just pretend we aren't. But he wanted to change his story, so I listened with a little roll of my eyes as Licorice explained to me that my mom was most definitely ripe for breeding at that particular instant and no other.
He could smell her, Lick told me, and I had a hard time arguing with that, since his nose is like a thousand times better than mine. He could smell my mom's pussy and, according to him, her need to breed filled the air with the heady sweet scent of eau de come fuck me! Lick has such a dirty mouth sometimes! I think he just says the really bad words because he likes to see me blush. Dogs can't blush, you know, so they like it when we do. It's a lot like laughing.
Mom had gotten on her hands and knees and actually a little lower than that even, or at least her shoulders were, because she'd decided to look under my bed. And of course my mom's bathrobe isn't exactly one of those long ones either, in fact it's pretty short on her. I mean, yeah, it covers her tight round butt just fine, but it wasn't going to cover anything else while she was down on the floor like that!
My dog could see everything! My mom's little puckered up and golden brown butthole…Thanks for telling me, Lick, like I need to know about my mom's butt?…and most especially her swollen pussy. He said it was swollen, like puffy and fat and had sort of a soft pink crease splitting the darker flesh of her vulva. Thin, buttery labia, according to him, and just a hint of coral colored clitoris trying to peek shyly from her folds. My mom, he told me with a serious nod, has a sweet little camel toe.
Licorice spent a lot of time getting his words just right and I wondered if he hadn't been looking through my thesaurus or something. And where had he heard camel toe before? He's such a brat!
Right then Licorice knew exactly what my mom wanted. The only thing that confused Lick, and he was looking to me for an explanation, was why my mom had insisted on playing the silly game with her earring. If she just wanted to breed with him, all she had to do was tell him. Lick assured me he would have been more than happy to help Mom out, because he was that sort of a dog. Meaning the helpful horny kind, and I'd frowned at that.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe my mom had lost an earring?" I stared at Licorice. "That maybe she wasn't thinking about you at all?"
But neither of us believed that. I was just being moody, since I was his girlfriend and all. Unlike my mom. And the idea of Licorice cheating on me like that? With my own mother…It was a Monday, like I said, and so I forced myself to be patient and listen to the rest of Lick's story.
Not that the rest of the story is all that hard to figure out. My mom had her beautiful pert, heart shaped butt in the air, her long dark nipples rubbing the carpet, and her head and both arms under my bed, feeling around for the missing piece of jewelry. It was like one of those letters they put in dirty men's magazines, except that Licorice wasn't a man and this was a true story…if you believed my dog.
Licorice wasted no time and I believed that part of it. I knew for a fact his penis could go from nothing but a soft furry sheath to a good…I don't know…call it seven inches anyway, it's pretty big and I'm just guessing anyway. Go from nothing to seven angry inches of red dripping dog cock in like three seconds flat! Well, not really angry, but it looks angry sometimes, at least to me, since it is red and veined with blue and white and fat! It gets really fat in the middle, but the tip is what's really cool, sort of pointed with a little lip at the bottom and it does get really wet.
That was probably a good thing for my mom because Licorice told me that she was tight! Even tighter than me, which was like the last thing I wanted to know about my mom. She felt so tight, Lick told me, that it almost hurt him when Licorice pushed his penis inside her. And he'd had to do it quick, my dog confessed, because my mom let out a howl like you wouldn't believe!
He didn't rape her though, he promised me that, and I hoped Licorice was right. It was bad enough he'd made love to another bitch, especially my own mom, but raping her? That would be really bad. I didn't think I'd want a rapist for a boyfriend, would you? So Licorice was quick to assure me that Mom howled out of pleasant surprise at the size of his canine cock than anything else. She wasn't protesting, Lick told me, not at all. She was loving every hard inch of it!
I told him he'd better not be lying, cause no means no, you know? But I didn't think he would make something like that up. More than a few times I'd been surprised myself at how big and hard Lick's cock could get and he did tend to push it in pretty fast when he was really horny. So I could understand my mom being more than a little surprised, even if she was inviting Licorice to fuck her like my dog was insisting.
And Licorice slammed his cock all the way inside too, and he said slammed, I'm not adding anything to his story, believe me. He slammed that big hard prick all the way inside her tight pussy, wrapping his front legs around her narrow waist and hugging her the way he'd hugged me so many times before. He's strong too, Licorice is, not a wimpy little dog. He's a big black lab and a healthy one, big even for that breed, and he was probably about as big as my mom actually, considering she was on her elbows and knees at the time.
Licorice dug his back paws into the carpet, which was a lucky break for him. He has an awful time fucking me in the kitchen! It's sort of funny because there's no traction on the linoleum, you know? So he's like spinning his wheels, so to speak, and whining the whole time, but…I'm getting off the subject, huh?
Anyway, Lick gets plenty of traction on carpet, and with my mom under the bed like she was, and Lick's huge cock balls deep in her pussy, and a good 90 pounds of eagerly fucking dog riding her ass…Mom wasn't going to do anything but take it like the bitch she now was! Lick didn't have to tell me that, I knew it from first hand experience. When he gets me down, I stay down until he'd done! And the truth is that I kinda dig that in a boyfriend, you know?
I have to confess that when Licorice got to this part of the story I just had to start rubbing myself. I felt so itchy down there between my legs! I wanted Lick to lick me, but I wanted to hear the rest of the story too, so I had to content myself with rubbing my hard little clit while he talked. It was still good like that and Licorice didn't mind, he liked watching me masturbate. He thought it was pretty funny and asked me why I didn't just lick myself, since that's how dogs do it.
There were some things I just couldn't explain to him.
My mom was loud too, according to Licorice. She was yelling the whole time, and pushing herself back against him hard, rolling her ass and rocking her hips. She was a great fuck, or so Licorice told me, but he might have been trying to make me jealous. As if I wasn't already! My mom was fucking my boyfriend! And doing a good job of it according to him. She was saying stuff like "Noooooo…Stop…Oh God No…No…" And things like that at first, playing hard to get.
Later though, my mom changed her tune and "Noooo Stop!" became "Noooo Don't Stop!" according to Licorice and that made sense.
I'd played hard to get plenty of times; it was one of our favorite games. Licorice would start making love to me and I'd say no and giggle and push him away. He'd come back and try and mount me and I'd scoot away from him, you know, those kinds of games. They were fun and when I finally did let him inside me it was really good. Mom was older than me and she'd probably had a lot of sex, I was sure, so she knew how to play that game even better than me, I thought.
Licorice thought so too, because he told me how hot and wet she was right from the start. That sounded a little fishy, but Licorice swore it was true. She'd gotten herself ready for him, Lick said, the same way I did sometimes, by rubbing myself off a little before we had sex.
I gave Licorice a little frown at that though, since he'd told me before that he'd been sleeping and dreaming about me, so how would he know what my mom had been doing? He just gave me a funny look and explained that my mom did it almost every morning after I left for school. Right after she had her coffee, she'd go into her bedroom and play with her pussy for awhile. He'd heard her and seen her do it countless times, and smelled her too. That was always the best part for him, the scent of my mom jilling off before her bath. He suspected she'd been doing it that morning too and the smell was what had made him dream of me.
It was hard to argue with that sort of dog logic. I knew my mom masturbated. I mean, every woman does, except probably Sister Judith. She's my English teacher and I seriously doubted she even knew where her clitoris was, let alone what it was for. That's too bad too because if a woman ever needed to have an orgasm, it's Sister Judith. She's so uptight she took a magic marker and censored her bible! It's a lot shorter that way though, I have to admit.
Anyway, so Licorice had no trouble pushing the entire length of his hard cock inside my mom's very ready and willing sex and like he said, it felt great for him, especially since she was fucking him back to so eagerly. And he went at her full speed too, which I know must have felt super intense for my mom and it just made me even more jealous. Licorice really as three speeds, sort of.
There's the slow and playful speed, which is super romantic and very nice and we did that just sometimes because it is so hard for him to control himself. I really have to spend most of my time calming him down, just relaxing him so he'll just let his cock grow inside me, maybe sliding in and out just a little. I love that a lot and it's good for making out, but pretty tough on Licorice, since it isn't really normal for a dog to make love that way.
Normal for him is the other two speeds. Full speed is what my mom was getting, which was Licorice hunched over her back, pushing with his back legs and pulling her with his front, while his hips and pelvis just rocked his cock in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as he could. That's totally awesome fucking too! It isn't really romantic or anything, but when I just want to cum like six times in row? Oh God! I love it like that and so I was betting my mom did too.
And of course all that pumping just makes Lick's knot start to swell, which is always cool. It's just a big wad of muscle near the base of his cock that inflates with blood. The more excited he gets, the more the muscle grows. All male dogs have those, big dogs have big ones, and little dogs have little ones. Lick's knot, at full size, was about the size of a tennis ball. That doesn't sound too awfully large, until it gets inside your pussy!
That's the best and it feels like there's a bowling ball stuffed in there, believe me. It goes in and out sometimes, while it's still growing, still small enough, and that's pretty intense too. Mom would have been feeling that for sure, because there's nothing else like it in the world. Feeling that hard bulge hit her pussy and push inside, then get pulled back out a second later, pushed in and out over and over while Lick was fucking her hard. Until finally, as if by magic, it's just too darn big to get back out!
Mom probably came three or four times, I bet, cumming hard while that was going on. I was practically cumming myself just thinking about it and fingering my hot wet little pussy while Licorice told me his story.
After that happens, then Licorice changes speeds, he drops it a gear, as he likes to say, cause it's all uphill from there. He watches too much NASCAR, I think. Lick loves cars, like all dogs do, I guess. He chases them, sometimes, trying to catch a ride and he asked me once how come nobody ever stops for him. I just shrug…Anyway, so Licorice is locked up with my mom!
That's about enough to make me cum right there, even though I was none too happy with my boyfriend right about then. Or my mom for that matter, since it takes two to tango and she had obviously planned that whole seduction out in advance. How else could you explain the missing earring? That was such a cliché!
And Licorice, being locked with my mom, all he had to do was give her the short strokes, the little in and in, since there wasn't a whole lot of out to be had anymore. His long pointed cock would have been right up there close by her cervix too, maybe even penetrating it a little bit, if she was built anything like me. I was definitely just a little too small for Lick's cock when he was locked up with me, but it didn't hurt, it just made me cum like crazy!
I figured my mom was probably a lot like me and even if she was a little deeper, a tiny bit roomier for Lick's big penis, she'd still feel really good once he started cumming. His knot would be stretching her soft pussy walls tightly, plugging up her hole completely so that all their fuck juices were locked inside her. And he'd still be pushing himself inside, really fast but without really going anywhere. Like having a really big, hot vibrator stuck inside her maybe, although I couldn't be positive since I'd never actually used a vibrator.
My mom had one though, so I might have to ask her about that.
And when Licorice started cumming, that had to really bring my poor mom off. He told me himself that he'd brought a huge load of puppy making sperm for Mom's eggs to bathe in. He'd been shooting hard, spraying dog semen out in long hard streams so that it would have splashed right up against the soft pillow of my mom's cervix, maybe even inside it. Penetrating that little opening right through to her uterus. And that was guaranteed to make her cum, no doubt about it. My mom would have been lights out when she felt that, I was certain!
I know it usually kicked me nice and sweetly between the ears. I loved it when Licorice was cumming inside me. Especially when he'd been saving himself up for a couple days, but his balls worked fine anyway. I swear, that dog made more sperm than you can imagine. It was like he had three or maybe even four balls down there! But he only had two. I know because I checked him regularly.
After Licorice filled my mom's hungry womb with dog sperm there was the inevitable wait. Usually it's not too bad though, like ten minutes maybe, sometimes a little longer or shorter. It's just nature's way of making sure we'd get good and knocked up after all that really fun sex. Lick's knot was like a hard, hot cork in the bottle of my mom's pussy and all that cum, hers and his, was just mixing it up in there.
I bet my mom came some more too. Licorice says she did, but he figured she came 63 times by his estimate, and I just laughed at him. He wasn't too good at math anyway. I thought my mom probably had three or four really good cums. Maybe three while they were fucking and probably one last one while they were locked up, if she was rubbing her clit the way I like to do it.
There really isn't anything else you can do while you wait for the knot to go down, except frig yourself to another good orgasm, since it does feel so good being filled totally with sperm, girl goo, dog cock, and the knot.
Sometimes I cum twice while we're locked up!
Licorice waited patiently while I had my orgasm. I couldn't help myself really. Imagining my pretty mom gasping and shaking and cumming while my dog was locked up with her under my very own bed…Whew! It was hard to remember I was supposed to be jealous and I came with a rush of warm feelings, licking my fingers clean as Licorice grinned at the dazed, silly look on my face.
It was some story and I wondered how much of it I could really believe, because he did like to exaggerate sometimes. But I wasn't mad at him anyway, even though I pretended like I was. I always found it difficult being mad at Licorice, he really was a pretty good boyfriend. And since his story was pretty much done, I made him prove it by doing me like he'd done my mom.
I got down on my knees in my school uniform, and got my head under the bed, just like he'd told me Mom had done. I wriggled my ass for him and Lick knew what to do. He had to make amends, so he fucked me good! Really good and I had like three orgasms faster than you'd ever believe, even before he locked me up! I knew he wasn't as worn out as he'd said he was…What a tease!
But you want to know what the best part was?
While I was down there, after Licorice had cum inside me and I was rubbing my button nice, looking for that last orgasm before he could slip out of me…The best part was that I found my mom's earring! It was way under the bed and I almost missed it!
I couldn't wait to see her blush when I told Mom where I'd found it!