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Holly was starting to regret all the times she'd told Jefferson "No, No, No" over the years when he wanted sex. The old saint bernard wondered if his condition was her fault in some way as she scrubbed at the pile of dishes in the sink. It wasn't that she didn't like sex, she loved it really, but there was always a reason not to. She wasn't in the mood, she didn't want to have another kid, the kids were in the other room, or she was just too tired from her day. Jefferson would always say "It's okay, dear", before he'd slink off to the bathroom to take care of it himself. But when he'd finally retired, and there was finally time, she found out he had a secret he was keeping from her. He'd been slowly losing the ability to get an erection for months, and now he couldn't get it up at all. They'd tried everything to fix it from natural remedies to medical mystical cures, but nothing seemed to work. The once proud erection that had fucked three children into her would just lie limply between his legs as little nub of its former self, which was buried into the fat of the old dog's crotch.

Holly felt the spot between her legs start to moisten as she thought about what real sex use to feel like. She wanted the young stud that Jefferson used to be ramming away into her like he did before they had kids, and both of them weighed a lot less. She felt her nipples start to harden just from the thought. She finished up the last of the dishes as she blankly stared out of the window and wondered where the time had gone. The dog sighed, and then she heard the timer for her apple pie go off, she wiped off her paws and went to fetch them. She placed those homemade apple on the counter to cool and went to go look for her grandson, Marty, who was staying in their guestroom over spring break. She was about to walk past the bathroom when she heard a voice yell out "Grandma!" from inside. She panicked, wondering if he was okay, and she didn't bother knocking as she rammed the door open.

**

Marty felt a bit of guilt in the pit of his stomach as he slunk off to the shower, while using a towel to hide the massive erection between his legs. The young saint bernard quickly shut the bathroom door behind him, and leaned up against it. He looked at the bathroom, with its pastel pinks, greens, and blues; the place had always looked like something out of the Brady Bunch to him. He threw the towel on the bathroom counter before he reached down with a shaking paw to undo his belt. He undid his pants, and he let his massive erection hang out, looking down as the length curved along the underside of his belly and drooled with pre. The college student sighed a bit as he remembered why he had it.

Marty had woken up moments ago from one of the hottest dreams of his life. Normally he'd be thrilled, but not this time, because it'd been about his grandmother. The large lady was on her back, those thick legs lifted in the air as she rubbed along the slot where his own father had come from, and she was begging him to mount her. Then in that dream he'd fulfilled her wish, and it was accompanied growling, snarling, and suckling on her breasts as he fucked her with all his might. He'd woken up just before he'd cum. His eyes snapped open in that guest bedroom, a guilt filled twinge in his stomach as he looked around that classic grandmother's guest bedroom, with its light blues and pinks, and knickknacks that were older than he was.

Then back in that bathroom his crotch was begging for his attention. Marty never masturbated when he was here, it always made him feel guilty. He wondered if that was all the cause of this. If he was just horny after the last week of not pawing, which is why his mind attached to the only female he'd seen in days and put those images there. It might have been her scent too... it was clear that she was aroused all the time, though grandpa didn't seem to notice. It was strange. He knew something had to be done about his situation. Marty had to take care of that right then so he could try to put that dream out of his memory.

The young bernard stripped off his shirt, throwing it onto the bathroom counter, before his pants joined it. He stepped in the shower, flicking on the hot water. He began to let the water seep into his sweat soaked fur, trying to put those images out of his mind and relax. He grabbed the soap/shampoo that he'd brought, and began to rub it into his fur. Trying to scrub away those thoughts, his paw bumped his still massive erection and he remembered why he was there in the first place. The dog blushed hard as he sank down onto his knees, closing his eyes and trying to focus on one of his favorite fantasies; the one where he's in the locker room and his coach, a big rhino, begs Marty to fuck his grey ass.

The saint wrapped his paw around his young erection, holding it still as he began to rock back and forth into that slick paw, squeezing down to make it feel like it was someone's tight passage as he fucked them. He imagined his paws were running over that slick gray rump as his white fluffy balls tapped into those massive grey ones, while he moaned the coach's name, "Oh Curtis, you're so tight..."

But as he began to thrust faster, his mind began to betray him. The grey figure beneath him began to morph, and before he knew what was happening, it was his grandma beneath him. He was picturing them together in that very shower. He had her pinned against the glass wall, and she was making these soft whimpering noises as he plunged in and out of her depths. "Oh grandma!" He growled, as he thrust faster into his slick paw, pre starting to mix with the soap and increasing his speed. He felt his balls start to pull up, "Oh! I'm getting close, are you ready Grandma?"

The boy stopped in his tracks as he heard the door slam open, and he heard "Marty, are you okay?" shouted by his grandmother's panicked voice. He looked up in horror at the large woman staring back at him, her eyes tracing down to the erection in his paws. Guilt filled Marty's stomach again, and he gulped.

***

Jefferson watched as the golf ball sored over the hazards and landed right on the green. He felt a thrill surge through up his spine, but it was quickly squashed as he remembered why he was able to get all this practice in. While it'd been great for his long game, the reason behind it made it less fulfilling. The saint bernard did love golf, but there was another hole he'd much rather be sinking into. He'd imagined his retirement would have much less driving over grass and a lot more plowing into a field. He sighed, and climbed into the golf cart, which groaned under his weight, before he drove to the green on the 18th hole. A few short puts later he was on the way back to the clubhouse, and then on his way home.

He merged onto the highway, and as he was zooming down it he found his thoughts drifting to his wife. He reached down between his legs and rubbed the nub that use to get hard just from the simplest touch of his wife's fingers, and now it just laid there useless. He wished there was some way he could still please her. Some way he could make her whine, whimper, and moan like he used to. Jefferson knew she wanted it. He could smell it on her every night as they lay in bed together. He wanted to just roll on top of her and plow her like he used to. He wondered if he'd ever be able to hear those little whimpers of pleasure again, the same ones that she'd made while they made each one of their children.

Jefferson racked his brain as he tried to come up with something they hadn't tried. Toys didn't work, all they ever seemed to do was cause Holly discomfort just like condoms did, he'd tried eating her out, and fingering her, but she never came as hard as she use to when he use to fuck her, and it almost seemed like she was faking it. The only thing that ever made her really cum was a real hard dicking, and that was something he couldn't give her. The old saint bernard wondered if she'd be into her friend Walter, he'd always teased about fucking her, but he had no idea if she'd go for it or not. He did have the same build, he was just as fat, and he had the same sized dick back in their college years, plus that dick was a lot of fun to play with back in college.

The dog didn't care who was fucking her, he just wanted to make her happy again. He began to blush as an old school boy fantasy began to slip back into his head. He wondered if that big old bear would be into bending him over like he used to, call him names, and teasing him about how good he felt, but that his wife was better. When he could still get hard that thought would have made him so hard he'd have to pull over and take care of his raging erection, but now he just felt the horniness and not a thing to back it up. It was so frustrating.

He cleared his throat as he got off the highway, pulled down his street, parked in his driveway, and then walked up to the door of his house. He opened it, and yelled "Honey I'm home." He waited a second, but there was no answer. He dropped his clubs down in the entryway as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He waited another moment, and then he heard a strange thumping from his bedroom and decided to investigate.

**

Holly stared at her grandson for a moment, she'd never realized just how much he looked like his grandfather did when Jefferson was at that age. He had the same chunky build, same markings, and even the same size cock... That dick was like a carbon copy of his grandfather's once proud shaft, it even pulsed and dripped like that old man's once had. The bernard felt a blush creep across her face, and she quickly stepped back into the hallway and slammed the door shut behind her. She gave a soft pant, before she blushed a deep red as thoughts of that proud cock thrust in and out of her played through her head. Holly thought about trying to talk to Marty about what she'd just seen, but her thoughts of her grandson that were now filling her head prevented her from even speaking. She walked off to her bedroom, and closed the door gently behind her.

Holly sat on the edge of the bed for the moment, her weight making the bed creak underneath her. She still had a deep blush under her fur as the dog tried to push those thoughts from her head. Though, part of her began to wonder why Marty had been calling out for her like that. The old dog felt her heart thump as she wondered if her grandson was actually thinking about her in the shower as he pawed off. She felt the spot between her legs start to tingle as what should be disgusting thoughts ran through her head... but for some reason the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. Holly wondered if a young, strong, and hung boy like him could really get turned on by someone like her. The saint bernard bit her lower lip as she felt heat swell up inside of her. She wondered how wonderful it'd be to have such a young virile stud like that young dog all over her body. Testing and tasting different parts of her as the tip of his cock slid along her sensitive lower lips.

The dog found herself letting her hand slide down and slide off her pants, before taking off her shirt and bra. She looked down; she couldn't even see the space between her legs over her belly and ample breasts. She still had her lower lip between her teeth as she reached up and cupped her breasts, letting her fingers trace over the pink areolas, before squeezing them tight and letting her thumbs trace over her erect nipples. The old dog let out a soft groan, before lying down on her back, lifting up her legs, and letting her fingers slide down to rub over that moist treasure trove between her legs. The old dog moaned, letting her fingers slid up to her clit, and rubbing it as she closed her eyes. She began to imagine that young saint bernard just like before, growling, and snarling as he bred her just like her husband had when Marty's father was fucked into her.

And just like Marty, she had the most horrible timing to moan his name as the young dog walked into her bedroom. She paused just like he had, and the two of them looked at each other for a long moment, which seemed to stand still.

***

Marty had his tail curled up between his shorts as he looked at the door to his grandma's room. This was going to be one of the most awkward conversations he'd ever had in his life, even worse than the time he told them he was Bi, but that was a lot easier considering grandma and gramps had told him that grandpa was Bi just like him, and they'd always love him no matter what. The dog's only hope was that she had not heard him whimper her name as he pawed off in her shower. He sighed, and he opened her door, "Grandma I..." He didn't even finish his sentence before he heard her practically yell "Oh Marty! Harder!"

The young dog looked dumbfounded as he looked over his naked grandmother who had her fingers knuckle deep inside of her muff, and a deep blush on her cheeks as she looked over her large breasts. Both stood there in silence for a moment, wondering what anyone would say in a situation like this. It was bad enough one of them was thinking that way, but now both realized they'd shared the same desires. They both knew the whole situation was so wrong, but each could smell the other's arousal in the air.

Marty's nose flexed as he inhaled her scent and realized just how bad that bitch needed to be bred. He gulped, and he blushed a deep red as he said. "You know, I would go as hard as you wanted, grandma."

He watched his grandmother's shocked face as he said that, and he wondered if he should take it back and apologize. But the young dog was surprised to see the old woman spread her legs apart, slid her fingers back, and softly moaned. "Then show me. I need it, honey."

Marty's heart thumped, and then his balls started to take over before he could think. He found himself shedding his fresh pair of clothes, and soon he was standing naked in his grandparents bedroom, and his erection was throbbing like never before as he moved closer to the woman had had given birth to his father and who had always spoiled him rotten. A lustful growl rumble in his chest, and he let the thoughts of who she was fade away. She was a thirsty bitch who was begging to be bred, and he was going to oblige her. Though one question did ring through his mind, and he had to ask it before he could start. "What about grandpa? Why hasn't he helped you with this?"

The old woman watched as that young boy climbed up onto her bed, that thick piece of meat bobbing so close to her, begging to be let inside. Without thinking, a common theme for the two of them today, she said, "He can't get it up anymore. We've tried everything but nothing seems to work." She said with a needy whimper, "I don't think I've really cum in months."

The young dog still felt this huge guilt in the pit of his stomach, but he wasn't going to let a needy woman down. He smirked, his thick white balls making sure his dominant streak shone bright. "Well, why don't we fix that?" He said as he moved forward, leaning over the big dog beneath him, drawing that large woman into a deep kiss. Marty had kissed her many times before, but nothing ever like this. He pushed his tongue past her lips, and she suckled on it as she moaned softly. He reached up and cupped those large breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, and imagining all the things he was going to have to do to them for the rest of the week while grandpa was out with the boys.

Holly soon slid her thick legs around the boy's weight, her heart fluttering as she felt the heat coming off that thick, hard, and young dick. She would already feel herself starting to shiver with anticipation. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to feel that boy's thick balls grinding up against her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy. Marty soon broke the kiss, and he felt a shiver run up his spin as he thought about what he was about to do, but those balls of his made sure he did it. He began to rub the tip of his cock against those soft lower lips, growling softly as he said, "Are you ready to have your kid's pup breed you, grandma?" He growled as he teased the old woman's large breasts by teasing her nipples.

"YES!" The large woman howled, and just as she did that young strong boy slammed his dick forward into those forbidden folds, and burying cock deep inside of that horny old dog. He shivered, he'd expected her to be a lot looser, but apparently those years of neglect had made her tighten up to that of a school girl. He could feel her warmth wrap around his shaft, squeezing down on it as he began to draw it back, growling softly as he thrust forward again, making that large woman's body jiggle beneath him. He leaned down and ran his tongue across one of those perky pink nipples before he pulled back, and began to breed that bitch just like he promised.

Soon the sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. They could hear each other's every groan, grunt, growl, and every single slap of those young hips slamming into the spot between her legs. Those two were lost in their own little world as they bred like feral dogs in heat as Marty's grandma got what she'd craved for so long.

**

Jefferson walked deeper into his home, his heart sinking in his chest as he got closer and closer to his bedroom door. He knew that sound. He knew exactly what was going on behind his bedroom door. His heart sank into his chest as he realized his wife had gone looking for help without him. He sighed. The old dog may have been a limp dick good for nothing, but he was at least going to find out who was fucking his one love. The pushed open the door and the saint bernard's eyes widened as he looked at the sight before him. It was his grandson. His grandson was fucking his wife. He wasn't sure what to do. He just looked at them, his muzzle open like it wanted to form words, but he couldn't form the words.

Holly's eyes snapped to the new saint bernard in the room. "Jefferson!" She nearly squealed as Marty kept fucking her like a beast.

Marty's ears lifted up as he heard his grandfather's name, and his head snapped his head back to the old man behind him. He looked over the old man standing in the doorway, a look of confusion and hurt in his eyes. Marty felt his heart sink in his chest as he looked over his grandfather. But then he smelt it. He smelled his grandfather's arousal rise into the air, it wasn't as strong as a man that could get it up, but that undeniable lust was there. The old man was getting off to this. He was getting off to seeing someone bang his wife. Marty grinned, and decided to help egg the old man on. In Fact, he wanted to kick it up a notch. "Oh look, if it isn't mister limp dick." He teased. "About time you got back. I was thinking you'd miss me giving grandma what you can't give her. Now get over here and be a good little tail lifting sissy and suck on my balls as I pound this bitch."

Jefferson couldn't believe what he was hearing from his grandson's muzzle. The dog wasn't even ashamed of what he was doing, he was actually boasting about it. He didn't know what to do, part of him wanted to smack the brat, but a bigger part wanted to follow that Alpha dog's words and obey him. "Oh what's the matter limp dick? Don't want to at least try to pleasure your wife anymore? After all that stupid little nub of yours can't do anything, so you might as make sure the real stud dog here can give her what she needs." He growled as he kept plowing into his grandmother's depths. "Now strip off your clothes, and come over here. And since you waited so long, I want you to lick at my hole instead. If you don't I'll make sure you regret it."

Even though Jefferson knew he could take Marty in a fight, the way the boy said those words it made his knees shake. And he began to do as he was told. The dog stripped off his clothes, dropped them into a pile on the floor, and walked over to his grandson and his wife. He got down on his knees, and he looked up at that chunky ass in front of him. He watched that young rear thrust back and forth as his long thick hard cock that Jefferson realized looked just like his once had thrust in and out of his wife's depths. He gulped, he knew he should be angry, but the pent up balls between his legs told him otherwise. He leaned forward, shoving his muzzle into that plump young ass, and shivering as he inhaled the musky sweet scent of his grandson's rump.

Jefferson whimpered a bit as he let his long canine tongue slide along those dusty-brown furred cheeks. He slid his tongue between them until it touched that pink pucker that twitched as it felt that warm wetness. He shifted his massive weight on his knees as he began to press forward, letting his warm wet tongue start to slide in and out of his grandson's tailhole. Marty just grinned, and he reached back with one paw to grab that dog's head, and shove him forward into his ass as he thrusted in and out of his grandmother who had a deep red blush on her face as she looked at what was happening. "Oh yeah, just like that you slutty limp dicked tailraiser. You better get used to the taste of ass; because I'm gonna make sure you do it every time I fuck this needy woman beneath me. By the time I'm done you're going to love every second of it." Marty wondered if that sounded cheesy, but it is something he'd always heard people say similar things in kinky porn or in some of the WoW erp sessions he's had. It also felt amazing to say out loud for a change.

His grandfather's tongue was a lot more skilled at wiggling inside of his ass than he thought it would be. The young dog let out a lustful "Wooof" as he felt those fuzzy balls that had been tapping against his grandmother's beaver start to pull up. He felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. Was he really about to do this? Was he really about to cum inside of his grandmother while his grandfather rimmed him? Or was this some horrible wet dream that his body had cooked up from being pent up?

Meanwhile Holly was going crazy beneath him. It had been so long since she'd been really fucked like this. She could feel that boy slamming into every single part of her, making her whole body shake and jiggle. She squeezed him between her thighs; she could finally feel herself getting close to a real orgasm for the first time in a long time. The old lady growled lustfully as she cupped her breasts and stroked at her nipples. She closed her eyes and began to howl as she felt her slot started to spasm, and she howled as she felt herself start to cum around her own flesh-and-blood's dick.

Marty could feel that pussy tighten around his shaft. He could feel it squeezing and pulsing, begging to be filled with his seed by the cock that could still get hard and give her what she needed. He growled, and joined in with her howl, the two canines came together; a grandson filled his grandmother up with his young virile seed. Jefferson whimpered as he heard that, he could still remember what it felt like to do that with her, but now all he could do was feel that young boy's hole squeeze down on the old dog's tongue as he came like his grandfather can't.

Jefferson's nose twitched as the unmistakable scent of cum began to fill his nose, and his grandson gave soft thrusts as he kept cuming into his grandmother. It made the old dog's face flush red with embarrassment, but it also made him horny as hell. Marty growled a bit, before leaning down to roughly kiss the woman beneath him as his young white balls grinded against that dusty-brown furred pussy.

He came up for air, and then he pulled back letting his cock slide from her tight entrance as that old man's tongue slid from his ass. He stepped off the bed and grabbed the grey flecked head of his grandfather, and shoved it against the drops of cum on the sheets. "Lick it up, limp dick, and then clean up the mess I made inside of your wife." The dog said with a soft growl. Jefferson nodded softly, he never thought his grandson would ever talk to him like this, and he never dreamed that he'd like it so much.

Holly groaned softly as she felt that load of her grandson's cum squirm inside of her, wiggling with the power of a young virile man such as himself. She looked down at her husband that was now obediently licking up Marty's cum from the bed sheets before he moved to the slot between her legs. She wasn't too happy with the way Marty was treating her husband, but she knew he wouldn't be doing it unless he liked it. Holly watched as the old dog looked up at her, nothing but love in his eyes as he began to move closer. He was nuzzled at one of her thick thighs, looking up at her with a grin, before he kissed his way down to mound of flesh. Holly shivered as she felt her husband's lips slide across her well used cunny lips. She moaned softly, "Oh Jefferson... That feels so wonderful. Your grandson helped make them so sensitive. I can feel everything, even your breath."

Marty smirked as he walked behind his grandfather. He watched as that obedient old cuckold of a man began to eat out his wife merely at his command; it was already making his young cock swell again. "Oh yeah just like that. Get a taste of what a real man's seed tastes like." He teased. "That is why you can't fuck her, you aren't really a man anymore now that you can't let that little dick nub between your legs get hard anymore." The younger bernard growled he looked over his grandfather's fat upturned ass. He could see those big balls so packed with sperm, as he reached forward and grabbed a hold of those bull nuggets. He squeezed down a little, getting a whimper from his grandfather. "These are such a waste on you, gramps. They're like that fancy china you guys keep locked up, they're there to look pretty, but no one ever really uses them."

The young man took his other hand, and put a finger on the small of his grandfather's back, before he traced it down between the old man's cheeks, before he finally made contact with the rosebud that lay between. "Now this on the other paw... This is about to get a lot of nice use." He slid his paw off of the old man's nuts, and grabbed both of those rump cheeks and pulled them apart. "Mmm now this is a site to see. This was just made to be fucked, just like that muzzle of yours. I cannot wait to get better acquainted with it over this next week. I'm going to make sure you and grandma can barely move before I leave." He paused and licked his lips. "Well... I better be at least a little gentle. I wouldn't want to explain why one of you is filled with cum and has a broken hip to an ambulance." He said with a grin. He squeezed that old man's cheeks.

Jefferson would have said something back to his grandson, but his muzzle was too filled with a fuzzy peach at that moment to really do much of anything else besides let his tongue roll into his wife, and slowly lick out his grandson's cum. It was the first load he'd had in his muzzle since his college days before he met Holly. It was just as wonderful as he remembered... better now that it was mixed with his wife's sweet fluids. He moaned softly into her soft folds as his chin whispers tickled his wife, making her giggle and squirm, her thick thighs squeezing around his muzzle, and keeping him locked firmly in place.

"Well, no better time to start than the present." The young dog said as he moved forward behind the old dog, and slid his cock between that huge ass, and grinded between it as he leaned over the thick dog, and grabbed the back of his head, and shoved it deeper into his wife's mound. "That's it, get a nice taste of what a real dog can do as you get mounted like the bitch you are, gramps." The young dog growled as he moved his hips back and lined up his dick with Jefferson's hole. He could feel those puckered lips kissing the head of his cock as his cum and lotus juice covered dick easily speared that old man in one long hard thrust.

Jefferson's eyes shot wide open as he felt himself penetrated by another man's dick for the first time in decades. He groaned into his wife's sweet bunny tuft as he arched his back as he felt his own grandson grind against his pleasure knot. He began to work deeper into his wife's slot as he pushed back against his grandson's dick, those white fluffy balls stroking against his own. He could feel it as his grandson began to slide out of his rear end, that thick young saint bernard dick making sure he could feel every inch of that fat hard cock as his own limp noodle jiggled underneath him and his massive bull balls bounced beneath him, so full, and so blue.

The old dog whined as he felt that dick slide in and out of him, each time stroking over that swollen pleasure knot inside of him. It felt so good when that fat young dog cock would slam its helmet shaped head into that button, making his whole body shiver. And then he felt it. He felt something start to rise inside of him for the first time in months. He was going to cum; he was really going to cum just from his grandson fucking him as he ate out his wife. He groaned into his wife's folds. He closed his eyes. And he let each and every thrust roll into him as he clenched around his grandson's thick dick. And then it happened. He felt his body finally release that months and months' worth of backed up cum. Each one of his grandson's sundering thrusts pounding squirt after squirt of cum from him, those massive balls releasing every single gram of sperm they had to offer, and spraying it across the hardwood floor.

The old dog heard a soft pleasure filled growl behind him. Then he felt a paw grabbed the scuff of his neck, and yank him backwards. He yelped softly as cum still dribbled from his limp dick, and he found his head shoved against the floor. "Now lick it up." The boy growled. "Lick up the cum that's only purpose should be to stay inside of you and make you beg to be a real stud dog again and not a little limp dicked cuckold." Jefferson blushed and he began to lick up his sticky backed up cum off the floor.

"Mmm just what you're good for. Licking up cum like the bitch you are. That is the only thing you're still good for." The young dog growled lustfully as he thrust forward and pumped the first load cum of many into his grandfather's ass.

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Thank you Athelstan and Brophey for the editing help!