The Bull Does His Thing

Meanwhile, my brother was eager to put his slimy dick in my mom's equally gooey pussy. She crawled up onto the sofa – where we had all watched the Wizard of Oz together as a family – and spread her legs showing us her varicose veins and her glistening bush. My brother snorted again and dove into her. He instinctively rutted his dick around wildly until my mom reached down to direct him to his target. Once he was in, he made quick work of things. It was fortunate for my mom that Master had been thoughtful enough to warm her up beforehand. After several minutes of frantic humping, she was able to bridle my brother's animal instincts long enough to obtain her own orgasm before he completed his.

When he finally lifted himself off of her and the sofa, I noticed bite marks on my mom's neck and shoulders. She sighed deeply and began to leisurely play with herself amidst the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that oozed out of her open labia. My brother stood up victorious and turned to my Master for the first time, his still semi-erect dick dripping with his own cum.

“Hello, Wally,” Master greeted my brother. “I called you a motherfucker countless times when we were kids, but I never imagined I’d live to actually see it.”

My brother just snorted loudly and bowed his head reverently, avoiding eye contact with our superior Master.

“Tell me, motherfucker, how does your new life suit you?” Master asked him. “Be honest. You have my permission to speak freely.”

My brother looked up into the distance thoughtfully and smiled wickedly. He began to slowly stroke his semi as he spoke. “I love my new life, Sir. Thank you for providing it. In my old life I was out of shape and never got laid. I sat around playing video games and watching online porn. Now, my life has a purpose. I'm a fuck bull for Mistress June. My whole life is eating, sleeping, exercising and worshipping my Goddess. I used to have to manage a whole team of people at work to pay my rent and bills. Now, my only worries are looking good, smelling great and saving my spunk for whenever Mistress June demands it. What’s not to love? Thank you, Sir! You’ve changed us all into our best selves and we’re forever grateful.”

“Hear! Hear!” my mom shouted from the sofa still absent mindedly fingering herself. “Thank you, Ed. You really turned this whole family around and we love you for it.”

I barked in affirmation from the floor and looked up at my Master lovingly. My brother was right. What's not to love?