My mom Gets Hers

Master turned his attention back to my mom. "June, why not show us what a real pair of tits look like? I'm tired of looking at this freak show."

"Of course, Ed."

My mom took off her top and unhooked her C-cup bra and tossed it to the floor, but it landed on my head. It covered my vision for a minute and her familiar smell filled my nose. As it slid off my face I looked up and saw Master caress mom's breasts and tease her dark red nipples. My dad whimpered and twisted his own tortured tits as he watched. Master continued to fondle my mom in front of us. After a while, His hands moved further down and unbuttoned her mom jeans.

"C'mere, boy!" Master motioned me over as he pulled down my mom's pants and underwear and began to finger her.

I crawled toward them in nervous excitement not knowing what was next. Master pushed my mom down onto her hands and knees on the floor. Now face to face with my mom, she smiled knowingly at me as my Master continued to skillfully tease her clit from behind. She tried her best to look sexy for us on all fours with her saggy breasts dangling and her pants still bunched around her ankles. She leaned back further into Master's gifted hand and began to fondle her middle-age breasts as she moaned in pleasure.

"When's the last time mom fed you her milk, little pup? Come suck on this bitch's withered old teats and see if there's anything left for the runt." Master teased my mom's nipples again with His free hand while He continued to manually stimulate her with the other.

My mom started tweaking her free nipple as I crawled closer and raised my muzzled head up to her breasts. My dog hood was open beneath the snout which allowed me to eat, drink and service my Master without removing it. I looked back and forth between my mom's average middle-age boobs as her wrinkled nipples were being stimulated. We all knew that no amount of stimulation was going to cause any real lactation to occur. Regardless, I rushed into her withered tits with determination. Of course, I chose the breast that my Master had been massaging in hopes of also tasting some of His lingering oils as I put my lips on my mom’s nipple for the first time in over twenty years.

As I gay man, I’ve never sucked on another pair of tits and, of course, I had no actual memory of this experience as an infant. Men’s nipples are very different and, aside from my dad's own comical mutilation, are generally ignored. I had enjoyed plenty of nipple play myself at the hands of my generous Master, but sucking on a woman’s breast – much less, my own mom – was a new experience all together. I couldn’t help but think how grateful I was to my Master for showing us these magnificent new things every day. Obviously, none of us were worthy of His attention or the gifts He bestowed upon us. I couldn’t imagine why my family was so blessed to be chosen by this god of man to delight and **** us.

I sucked on my mom's dry teat like a straw in a milkshake that is way too thick. Master massaged her areola rhythmically, like He was milking a cow. Regardless, the only thing our efforts produced was continual panting and moaning from my mom. Although, I suspect most of that was due to Master’s knowing fingers more than my infantile suckling. My leather muzzle rubbed on her breast as I nursed and filled my hood with her unmistakable odor. As familiar as it was, I had never associated it with these feelings before. I could only see part of my mom's face from my viewpoint, but I could hear my dad whimper and moan beside me along with what sounded like him spanking it with increasing velocity.

Master finally stopped His digital manipulation of my mom and I pulled away from her milkless teat for the first time since I’d been instructed to dive in. His hand was wet with her juices dripping off every finger. He stuck it out toward me and curled His index finger inwards.

“Here, boy. Come get your treat since mom's milk is all dried up.”

Honestly, I was disgusted by the thought on so many levels, but that barely registered for a fraction of a second before I snapped back to my senses and dove into my Master’s hand snout first. Again, I was unfamiliar with the taste of any woman’s juices so her flavor struck me instantly, like my first taste of beer. It was sour and salty, but I started to find a deeper appreciation for it's nuances with every lick. I sucked on each one of Master’s fingers until His delicious skin was all I could taste before moving on to the next.

Meanwhile, my mom was sitting on the floor leaned against the living room sofa openly masturbating with both hands. Master looked at her and scoffed at her obvious need for further attention.

"Where's your bull, June? When's the last time you were properly serviced?"

"He's sleeping in his pen. It's been a couple days since I had a proper dicking," My mom responded. "Ward, go wake your son and tell him mom needs some attention."

"Yes, dear. Right away, Mistress."