The Third Test

After a few moments of kneading my breasts, she stopped and turned me around again. "Alright, Momma, why don't you get on your knees and give me a hand with my little problem," the feline colored canine suggestted as she unzipped her pants and wiggled out of them, revealing a 7 inch dick that was one of the thickest I'd eveer seen. I couldn't help but picture that thing deep inside me and I shivered at the thought as I decended to my knees. After a moment of staring, Alison gently reached down and took my hand and guided it to her dick. That drew me out of my stupor and I looked up at her as I rubbed it.

I could barely wrap my hand around it and it was more veiny than I expected. My daughter smiled down at me a moment before leaning her head back with a moan. "Oh, fuck! Your hands are softer than I thought. Thank you again for all of this, Mom. And thank you for being such a good, obediant girl, too." That felt a bit surreal: my own daughter calling me a "good girl" and "obediant." Felt good, though. I enjoyed making her happy and the smile she gave me as she watched and the moans of pleasure escaping her was all the encouragement I needed.