I groaned, grabbed fistfuls of her hair, tried to lose myself in it.
Then the door banged open.
Old Yeller trotted in proud as a peacock, Jumper stumbling behind him on the end of the rope he’d somehow dragged in. Mule still leaking, eyes wild. Dog hopped right back up, mounted her ass this time, and started round two right there on Ma’s rag rug.
Slap-slap-slap. Bray. Yip. Squirt.
Ma popped off my dick with a wet gasp. “You gotta be shitting me.”
Dog was grinning ear to ear, humping away, knot swelling again.
My cock shriveled like a salted slug.
Ma stood up, face redder than a branding iron. “Ain’t no damn dog ever stopped me from making my boy cum and he ain’t starting today.”
She ripped her dress off over her head, naked as Eve, and shoved me flat on the table. Plates crashed to the floor. Climbed on top, grabbed my half-dead dick, and stuffed it back in her pussy like she was loading a shotgun.
“Get hard, Travis. Get hard right fucking now.”
She slammed down. Once. Twice. Pussy so wet it sounded like boot in mud. I felt blood rush back south.
Old Yeller barked like he was cheering her on. Jumper farted in terror.
Ma rode me like the end of the world. Tits slapping my face. Ass bouncing so hard the table legs screeched across the planks. She reached back, shoved two fingers up her own asshole, and growled.
“Cum in your mama, boy. Do it before that dog finishes in that mule again.”
Couldn’t fight it. Shot so hard my vision went black at the edges. Filled her till it bubbled out and ran down my balls onto Ma’s best tablecloth.
She kept grinding, milking every drop, then collapsed on my chest, both of us soaked in sweat and sin.
Old Yeller finally popped loose with a wet slurp, turned around, and licked Jumper’s bloody cunt clean like it was ice cream.