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HollyAnn Roschenko pranced around the kitchen, her fluffed tail wagging nervously above a brand new pair of glistening white panties adorned with bright red hearts and matching lace around the leg cuffs and waistband, the latter tied in a little bow in the front.

The red played beautifully off of the ginger fur of the petite Husky/Shiba Inu mix and she allowed herself the occasional moment of conceit to admire herself in the mirror by the front door, curling the hem of her short matching camisole like a nervous schoolgirl before her tall ears swiveled backwards and she reminded herself that she was supposed to be losing track of time, not waiting by the door like a lonely puppy!

She turned her attention back to dinner. She had decided that she needed to plan one that would take a lot of preparation, but then could be left unattended for a long period of time. At least, she hoped it would take some time! As she was putting her assembled casserole in the oven and took off her apron, she heard the front door open. She spun around, to her pleasure honestly surprised, to see a tall, lanky youth blocking a good portion of the light that had been coming through it.

Her son had just turned thirteen and she had convinced herself that his new maturity would give her a chance to re-enter the dating pool when he brought his new friend home, a Bernese Mountain Dog that he'd met at his new school. She had been immediately taken in by the young male's maturity and confidence and was glad that he had chosen her geek son as a math and science tutor to keep him eligible for the football team the following fall.

They had quickly fallen into a consistent rhythm, helped along by their schedules, and today, she knew, Stephan would be stopping by right after school, since his mother worked late on Wednesdays, and together they would wait until Timmy was done with his Afterschool Hackers Club meeting. It was during these two (or sometimes more) hours of TV, games and conversation that HollyAnn, unable to successfully date since Timmy's father, found herself falling hard for him.

"Didn't we cover this last week?"

His voice vibrated in her overheated body and all she could do was cringe into herself like a little girl who was caught being naughty. Really, she was, since the incident he was referring to was a few days ago when she really had lost track of time and he and Timmy had walked in on her in the living room, dancing in a tshirt and panties. He had approached her laughing, calling her a naughty girl and saying that naughty girls who show their panties get smacked on them. She had run toward the steps to get up to her room and put on a skirt, but didn't make it before he landed a solid slap on her virtually unprotected rear.

He walked up to her again, but this time, when she looked up at his face from somewhere just below his chest, there was still that twinkle of mirth, but it was accompanied by something far more serious.

"Well? Answer me, Ms R, did we not just cover this a few weeks ago?"

All she could do was nod her head like a starstruck teenager as she looked up into his intense green eyes.

"Well then, I suppose there's only one thing to do!" He turned the nearest dining room chair around and pulled her face down across his lap "Lift your tail and hold on to my leg."

HollyAnn did as she was told and tried to not pant as a large paw rubbed her barely covered bottom. She couldn't believe how that single slap a few days before had made her feel and all she could think of now was that even though it had completely faded before she found her room later in the evening, remembering it had brought her to the most satisfying orgasm she'd had since Timmy had been conceived when she was little older than her soon to be spanker is now.

She hadn't even noticed the absence of the paw on her rear until Stephan brought it down firmly on the center of it. She let out a squeaking yip, mostly of surprise, and enjoyed the rubbing hand until it raised and fell again, this time a little harder. Her physical reaction must have been satisfactory that time, because after a few seconds of rubbing, it raised and fell again with the same force. A fourth and fifth followed before Stephan broke the silence

"Now, why are you being spanked?"

HollyAnn remained silent, so the paw fell a little harder

"Again, why are you being spanked?"

She decided to go for it "Because you're a big meanie!"

Three hard, fast smacks were all it took for her to tuck her tail and raise her hands. They were quickly collected in one large, white furred paw and the other continued its hard slapping of her bum

"Ow, ow, O-W-W-W! Too hard, Stop it, please, stop! Too hard!!!!"

Stephan was ten slaps in before he restated his question "Why are you being spanked?"

"Because I was caught in my panties!"

She had barely gotten the words out, but Stephan stopped his barrage and started rubbing some of the sting away while she tried to not cry "Lift your tail and hold on to my leg."

It took some effort, but she was able to force herself to do it. She had just locked her fingers when the next slap fell, eliciting a cry and a few tears.

"Why are you being spanked?"

She couldn't keep the sob out of her voice "Because I got caught in my panties!"

He delivered another hard slap "That's right, you let a boy see your panties." Another hard slap "Why did you let a boy see your panties?"

"I don't know!"

"In that case, I think you should go to the corner and think about it" He started in on another fast round of slaps while she wiggled and finally had to protect her bottom from the stings. He once again gathered hands and tail and delivered several more before standing her up and guiding her to an empty corner.

HollyAnn stood as she was positioned, hands behind her head and feet slightly spread. She could feel the hurt and loved how the heat of her bottom seemed to fuel the heat in her crotch. She also hoped that it wasn't over; even though she was certain that she'd still feel it tonight, she really wanted to go to work having to worry about the need to explain why she was having trouble sitting. He didn't make her wait long before giving her the answer;

"Ms R? Over here, please."

She turned around, noticing with a pang of delightful sensuality that he had changed into a small pair of shorts and nothing else. She approached him feeling exposed, vulnerable, and very hot.

"Are you sorry for being caught in your panties?" He grinned at her silence "I'll take that as a 'no.' I do hope that you're at least a little sorry, otherwise I'll have to switch to a paddle and the only one I found was this one that says 'For the Little...With the...Behind' and strategically placed pictures of a deer and a bear."

She was feeling more than a little light headed when she stomped her foot and looked away

"Oh, really? In that case..."

He reached for her and she pulled away enough that he had to grab her camisole. She ducked and backed up further so that the thin garment was pulled up her arms. He was able to get a good grip on them, however, and she found herself once again face down over his lap. She had just realized that she was staring at one of her last vestiges of modesty lying on the floor, just out of reach, when she felt her very last one unsnap and be pulled down her thighs. Her hands flew backwards where they were once again captured.

She felt a pang of true panic and embarrassment as she felt his fingers sift through her private fur and feel the heat of her spanked flesh. He took a long time enjoying the feel of the strip of bare skin that ran up the center of her bottom to her tail base before pulling back and adding to that heat. She squealed at his stinging hand as each of five slaps fell before he once again took time to scratch at the agitated area. Five more slaps, another round of scratching.

HollyAnn tried to stay still for the long spanking, but he made it all the more difficult to do so by varying the number and intensity of his slaps in between the periods of scratching. He didn't say a word, just slowly and methodically reduced her to a crying little girl.

It felt so good to just let go and be that girl, mentally as well as physically. She worried about so much during her day, trying to be taken seriously as the Husky she appeared to be with her petite build and diminutive size, having to be at work on time, putting the sometimes downright cruel customer's priorities above her own, making sure her son was safe and well taken care of; they all melted away under that assaulting hand.

Her mind finally latched on to the fact that it was a thirteen year old boy who was doing this to her, but she firmly told it that she really didn't care and surrendered herself completely to the need to just endure the pain. She didn't even notice that her panties were sliding slowly down her legs until she picked her feet up during a particularly long and hard barrage and he took the opportunity to pluck them off and pitch them aside.

She didn't know why it affected her as much as it did, but the next round of spanks on her now completely naked body seemed to penetrate that much deeper and even though he never pushed her completely past her limits, it wasn't long before she was sobbing in earnest.

"Now then, I think it's time to make this lesson memorable."

She didn't know what he meant by it until a sound like a gunshot preceded pure fire flaring up on her thighs. She yowled in pain and he let her calm down a bit before the next one struck across her rump

"No, no! Please, no!"

She could hear the smile in her voice "Oh, she can still talk!"

Another smack with the paddle had her struggling to get away, but the tiny female was no match for the strong, athletic boy

"OW! It hurts, please, it hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, silly girl, that's why it's called punishment!"

Again, it seemed like he was smacking her just hard enough and just fast enough to push her limits, but not exceed them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Are you really? Or are you just trying to make it stop?"

"No, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I am, I really am!"

He had continued smacking her with the paddle throughout and she was getting desperate with her last plea. Another fast round of hard smacks did push her over the edge before she felt herself being lifted up into his arms where he hugged her tight and rubbed and scratched at her burning bottom.

She held him tight, crying into his shoulder with abandon. She felt no shame. Just the opposite, she felt somehow purified. Her mind was wonderfully clear and free of worry as she wound down. He shifted his position and she snuggled in deeper, not wanting the moment to end. Her bottom still stung and she could already feel the bruises he left throbbing hotly. It was just how she always wanted it, or not being aware that she would actually enjoy a proper spanking until now, wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

His hand on the back of her head, scratching lightly, assured her that everything was alright, while the hand massaging her bottom reminded her that he had stripped her of everything except her breath and could do it again. She finally pulled back and looked him in those wonderfully deep green orbs, and the way they smiled back assured her that he liked what he saw in her golden eyes.

She nuzzled him and he returned it. She let her courage open her muzzle and reach out to kiss his. A part of her wished she was more experienced so that she could be his tutor in sexual relations, just as her son was tutoring him in scholastics, but fear and self-consciousness prevented her from seeking another partner after having to leave Timmy's father.

He noticed a change in her attitude and pulled back "Are you alright?"

Her answer was to bury her face back into his shoulder and let herself cry out the last of her fears. His arms once again held her tight, his chin on top of her head completing the cocoon of warmth around her. He didn't understand why she was sobbing so dramatically now, he couldn't, but he simply held her and let her do it. She continued to cry, her very soul seeming to empty itself of everything she had held inside her for the past decade tear by tear.

"You might want to turn off the oven. Dinner should be ready by now."

Stephan had tried to keep his voice low, but with her ear directly against his chest, it woke her up anyway. She heard the oven door open and close.

"It's still a little wet, probably another ten or fifteen minutes. Just enough time for the two of you to get put back together, but not much else."

She lifted her head and smiled at the skinny boy standing beside the oven "Hi, Timmy." He smiled and waved back. She looked at Stephan and her body responded in a way that it really shouldn't have in her current position. She tried her best to ignore it.

"How long was I sleeping?"

Her body continued to ignore the situation as his voice moved through it "Just about an hour. I figured you needed the nap, and according to Timmy, you're really not a private person, so I decided it wasn't worth waking you up just because he was due to be home."

She snuggled into his long fur again as he easily stood and shook his legs to get feeling back into them. Timmy handed him his mother's panties and camisole, but instead of taking them, he sat back down "You know what? I don't think she really needs more than those. Timmy? If you would?"

He positioned her with her legs straight out so the boy could slide the little panties up her legs. He then indicated that he should pull her camisole over her head. When she was dressed, they stood up and he turned the chair back around to the table and seated her on it. She winced at the pain of her abused posterior coming in contact with the hard wood, but his only reaction was to push the chair in. He sat beside her and placed a paw on her leg, prompting her to painfully lean into his side.

"Timmy, why don't you go ahead and serve dinner?"

The skinny youth grinned mischievously "Yes, Daddy!"

HollyAnn did so love to hear the big dog laugh "Careful, Son, I learned much watching my mother reduce males bigger than me to simpering pups!"

"I'm too cute to spank! Besides, I'm sure your hand hurts too much from taking care of Mom's tushie."

The banter between the boys was a delight to hear. Not just from the entertainment value, but because their rapport proved the validity of their friendship. It continued through the meal, the pair of them alternately talking about their days and competing in verbal sword fights. It occurred to her that the only real difference between this meal and most of the others was that she was half naked and leaning against her also half naked crush.

"What about you, HollyAnn, how did your day go?"

She felt herself blushing at the attention of the two and spoke tentatively "It was...kinda normal. We have a new hostess that's having a hard time getting the seating process, but at least they keep her on the checkout during the busiest times, so it's alright..."

A part of her screamed that she shouldn't be affected the way she was over being included in the conversation of two boys half of her age, but she was having such a good time being nothing more than a little girl, she pushed that voice away and gave Stephan's hand, still rubbing her leg, a friendly squeeze.

The evening went on after dinner, the conversation moving to the living room. Stephan sat on the sofa and HollyAnn curled up beside him with her head in his lap for most of the time. She grinned at the ache in her posterior every time one of them had to move. As the time approached HollyAnn's normal early bedtime, Stephan stood once again and held his hands down to her. She reached up for him and he picked her up as easily as he would a pup.

"I'm going to take your mother up for her bath, Timmy."

The other youth smiled at them "I'll stay down here. If you're not done by ten, make sure to throw something down the steps to warn me."

HollyAnn grinned at her son "I wish, but he needs to be home soon anyway."

Stephan gave her aching bottom a good squeeze "Then your wish is granted, I told Mom that I'd be staying here tonight."

HollyAnn let herself be carried upstairs and into the bathroom before replying "Would it make a difference if I said things were moving too fast here?"

She sat on the toilet at his bidding after Stephan removed her panties "Probably not. I mean, I'm an aggressive young boy and you're a submissive female that's been alone way too long."

He had started the bath filling before reaching down to pull her camisole off "I'm really not all that submissive, and I'm not lonely enough to just let you do whatever you will just to be with somebody."

His not quite condescending grin was almost annoying enough for her to kick him out, but she just punched him in the arm instead and let him guide her over to the sink to brush her teeth. "I think I've done a pretty good job of reading you so far tonight, and right now, you're not acting like you want to spend another night alone."

She couldn't reply without spitting toothpaste all over the place, so she finished the task of brushing before letting herself be led to the bath.

He made sure to make her washing as luxurious as her spanking had been demeaning. His large hands massaged her muscles deeply as he lathered her fur. She cooed and moaned as he kneaded the stress of the last decade out of her body with his strong hands and the aromatic shampoo he had brought. She had been becoming more and more unsure of the path she was following, but by the time he finished with her arms and legs, she was back to wanting this young male. As he finished with her shoulders and started down her body, she was having to resist the temptation of yanking him into the bath and raping him.

It turned out that she didn't have to. She had grabbed him and given him a deep kiss as his hands moved around from her back to her chest. As soon as they parted, he stood and pulled his shorts off. What they revealed was intimidating enough just peeking out of its impossibly thick sheath, but became downright frightening when it stood proudly! He was easily a full eight inches and she wasn't certain she'd even be able to get her fingers around it. Her gaze moved to take in the rest of his body and he struck poses from casual to ridiculous to entice and entertain her.

As he stepped into the bath behind her, she spun around and stopped him from sitting "You're amazingly mature and knowledgeable, but you're still a thirteen year old boy and I want what's going to happen in my bed to last a while!"

She was right about not being able to get her fingers around the throbbing shaft. It was wonderful to feel the heat of it in her hand and she could literally feel his blood pulsing through his veins. She was also right about not taking long. She had only moved her hands up and down its length a few times before a knot bigger than her fist started growing at its base, and all it took was a few good licks before he exploded into her mouth.

It was still wonderful for her to see his reaction. He screamed out as his body jerked and bucked and emptied what was at least hours of pent up post-adolescent sexuality into her mouth and all over her face. Looking up, it was her turn to grin at his huge, goofy grin. She licked at the hot flesh again and again, just hard enough and often enough to keep him hot, but not enough to make him uncomfortable. Timmy's father had said on many occasions, jokingly, that her oral skills were all that made it worth keeping her around and she had forgotten how much she enjoyed it! From the feel on her tongue, to the taste of the sperm, to the feel of it on her face and tongue, she just loved to get males off with her mouth.

"Oh Stephan?" She grinned up through his spunk all over her face and was rewarded by a huge smile from him. As he watched, she licked her face clean, using her paw feral style to push what her tongue couldn't reach to it. It was a show that he definitely appreciated and his kiss when he settled down into the water proved it.

She reached for the shampoo and he allowed her do for him what he'd done for her and appreciated it about as much. They finished washing each others' bodies before standing up and draining the tub before turning off the shower to rinse.

Drying was a treat also, as she always kept plenty of large, fluffy towels around. She and Timmy still occasionally took baths together and always used drying each other off as a bonding activity. They both always walked away in a state that left neither with any doubt of what was happening in the others' bedroom, but they still always enjoyed it.

This time, however, was wonderfully different for HollyAnn, and by the way Stephan was acting, she guessed he enjoyed a similar tradition with his family and was looking very forward to the different ending himself.

After much toweling and brushing, they finally stepped back and enjoyed their labors. Stephan seemed to finally be a little out of his element as he and his "little friend" admired the tiny mutt in front of them and HollyAnn took advantage of it. She moved around him, enjoying the sheen of his black fur and the build of his body. She remembered the feel of those developing muscles as they rippled nervously under the luxurious coat of black, tan and white. Taking him by the hand, she guided him out of the bathroom and toward her bedroom.

She left him in the doorway and moved through the dark with practiced ease and laid on the bed in a modest pose before turning on the bedside lamp, filling the room with a warm, low light. "Please be gentle, Sir, it's been such a long time."

She had hoped that the light would play off of her guard hairs to give her a glow. Whether it did or not, she didn't know, but the way her lover approached, it didn't matter anyway. His fur shimmered in the dim light as he slowly approached, no sign of his earlier bout of nervousness in his movements.

As he reached the side of the bed, HollyAnn rolled onto her back, laying her arms up and out and spreading her legs to him. As a last touch, she looked away and tilted her chin up, offering herself completely him.

It was hard for her to hold the position as he climbed on the bed on top of her, but the heat of his pole as it brushed against her legs and groin assured her that she'd achieved the desired effect.

He moved back to give her a good, deep kiss before grabbing her arms and moving into a position better suited for penetration. It felt like she'd been touched by a branding iron when the tip came in touch with her sensitive mound. She twisted away, but he didn't allow her to go very far. When she fell back into place, he once again touched the tip of his malehood to her mound and thrust so it rubbed the tender flesh its entire length. She moaned at the motion then got lost in a bout of giggles as the tension of expecting a rough and sudden entry left her body.

He made the same motion again and her giggles turned back to a deep moan. He kept rubbing her with his shaft until he felt her natural moisture flowing freely, then pressed his tip firmly against her opening.

"Stephan! Screw gentle, just get it in me! Now!"

He laughed, continuing to tease her opening with his tip, starting to leak copious precum in response to her silky natural fluids "Ah, this is the 'Not so submissive' side of you then!"

"Oh, GOD Stephan, please, I don't care how much it hurts, I just need you to take me!"

She looked up into his face and the emotions she saw nearly scared the desire right out of her. As always, since he first walked into her house two months prior, his voice brought it back with a vengeance.

"You want it, Ms R? Beg me! Come on, tell me how much you need to be taken by this little boy!"

Her arms were still firmly gripped in his hands and pinned to the bed. Even if they weren't, the 'little boy' above her outweighed her by three times. She used that helplessness to give her voice the tinge of desperation that she hoped he needed.

"Stephan? Honey? I need you to take me. Hard. Please, Honey, I don't expect you to understand, I just need you to have sex with me. You're old enough, you touch yourself, right? This will feel SO much better for you, honest!"

He grinned that beautiful grin of his, and she could see inside of his ears flush "But, Ms R, I'm your thirteen year old son's best friend. Should we really be doing this?"

Despite her need, HollyAnn found herself liking this game "Timmy will understand, Stephan. Really! He's been wanting his Mommy to find a partner so she'll be happy again. He keeps telling me so! Maybe he brought you here to begin with because he knew how much I'd like you!"

Stephan's grin turned wonderfully mischievous as he wiggled and pushed just slightly, stopping just as the pain of being stretched made HollyAnn whimper

"Oh, it's hurting you, Ms R! Timmy would never forgive me if I hurt his Mommy!"

It was driving her insane, but HollyAnn couldn't help but love this game that her lover insisted on playing

"Stephan, I love Timmy so much, I'm his mother, and I would do anything for him, but trust me, he would do anything for me! Even share his best friend!"

He looked away "I don't know, Ms R."

"Stephan, listen to me. We share everything! We take baths together, we cook together when we can, I've always bought toys that we could play with together while he was growing up. You and me in a relationship will assure him that you're a valid part of both of our lives and that here to stay! Please, Stephan-n-ng-owwie ow OW-W-W!!!!"

He slowly but firmly pushed at her ten years neglected canal. Her first reaction was to close her legs, but there was a large body in the way. One that she knew she wanted to be there, so she flung her knees to the mattress and pushed her hips up into his constant pressure.

She would have sworn that he was shoving a burning log inside her, but the last thing she wanted was for him to stop. She knew she was being split in half, but it was alright. So many years, all those lonely nights were being pushed right out of body as the hot piston invaded deeper.

She gasped and moaned, whined and cried as inch by inch the intruder penetrated to her very core. Finally, the tearing pain started to dull and all she could feel was the heat of it radiating into her body.

"Ms R? Are you alright, Ms R?"

There was true concern in his voice, but she had to force her eyes open, not wanting to leave her cocoon of pain and pleasure. When she did, there wasn't disappointment, there was only two pools of brown in that wonderful tri-color face holding nothing but love and concern for her. She looked down between them to see her body stretched around the hilt of the far too large for her body intruder. It was, to her the most beautiful thing she'd seen since she was handed her newborn puppy.

"Please, Stephan, let me see it!"

He followed her gaze before beginning to pull out "Ms R, you're bleeding!"

She swung her feet as far around his body as she could as he looked as if he was going to pull all the way out "No, Stephan, it's okay!" She hoped "It really has been over ten years for me! There's going to be some blood, but really! Timmy was just a little bigger than that monster of yours when he was born, so I'm sure I'll be alright. Let me kiss you. Please?"

He smiled at her and did just that. It was wonderful to get her mouth back into the sensuality. She captured his tongue and lightly suckled it. When she finished, he did the same for her. They took their time with it, she wiggling and moving her hips just enough to keep him hard.

He finally broke the kiss and flashed her that grin that she loved so much before looking back down between them. It was her turn to follow his gaze as he started pulling out. Her breath quickened and her eyes narrowed, but she did her best to keep watching as he left her body two or three inches and slowly pushed back in. He looked at her when he completed his cycle, his eyes twinkling and his mouth hanging open in the most honestly excited expression that anybody could possibly assume.

They looked down again and he repeated the cycle, pulling out a little more this time. "So cool!"

She giggled like she was a schoolgirl herself "You want to see it better? Turn me over!"

He looked a bit unsure, so she cocked on leg up "Go ahead! Push all the way in and do it!"

He finally let go of her arms and sat up enough to to able to grab her hips and twist her body around his pole. She lowered her feet to the bed and held her arms behind her back. She didn't have to tell him why. He grabbed onto her wrists immediately, holding them tight enough that she wondered how long it would be before she could no longer feel her hands. He seemed at a bit of a loss from there, though.

"Pull out slowly. All the way!"

He did as he was instructed, shivering the whole time. His voice was trembling and barely a whisper as he fully vacated the tiny body "Oh...my!"

She couldn't believe just how empty she felt when the cool air replaced his hot pole "Please, Stephan, put it back in! Please?"

He didn't respond immediately, so she let her tail droop. It was quickly collected with her hands, but it effectively broke his trance.

"Please, Stephan, I need you inside me so much! I don't care how naughty I'm being seducing my son's best friend, I need you!"

"Oh, you are the naughty girl, aren't you?"

She hadn't taken into account just how bruised her posterior already was when she baited him into more spanking, but there was plenty of wonderfully tingly sting to go along with the dull pain of the impact.

"Yes, Stephan, I'm a naughty girl!" Another hard slap landed on bruised flesh, eliciting a desperate gasp and whine "Please Stephan, I can't help myself, I just need you inside me so bad!"

He gave into her desire quickly and suddenly, pushing a scream from her throat that was equal parts desire and pain. "Is that what you wanted?" His hand fell heavily on her rump "A hot little boy's cock buried inside your little pussy?" He started spanking her again, hard slaps that brought tears to her eyes

"Answer me, Ms R, Do you want my hot little boy cock inside you?"

His spanking didn't stop until she was able to scream out her response "Yes, Stephan, yes, I want your little boy cock inside me! Please, Stephan, give it to me hard!"

She had held her head back as far as she could and shaken her hair. He took the cue and grabbed a hold of it, pulling it almost too hard, and started thrusting his hips hard against the helpless mutt. It was almost as painful as the spanking, but twice as pleasurable. He abandoned the little boy being seduced game and gave himself completely to his own desire. He held back just a little, afraid that his full strength would injure the smaller dog, especially since he couldn't tell whether the sounds she made were more pain or pleasure.

HollyAnn couldn't believe the sensations. It hurt. Badly! But it also felt so wonderful. She loved it, then the pain became so intense she hated it, then it became so all encompassing that it really didn't matter what she thought, she couldn't do anything about it anyway.

Stephan pounded into her mercilessly for almost a half a minute before suddenly yanking out and thrusting back in. Another good pounding, yank it out. He suddenly flipped her back onto her back before slamming back into that now gaping hole between her legs.

She was barely aware of the pounding anymore until she suddenly found her impossibly stretched vagina being tested even further. Her body responded by a muscle she forgot she had tightening in reply. Her partner started making primal noises as he lost the ability to piston the full length of his shaft. What he lost in length, he put into force.

Fortunately for HollyAnn, it wasn't long at all before he burst with a howl. Unfortunately, her already stretched to capacity body had to make more room for the flood of spunk that he pumped into it. It occurred to her to be glad that she gave him the blow job in the bath as he nearly collapsed onto her.

She was completely spent, mentally as well as physically, but she refused to let herself pass out. Panting for breath, she reached up and stroked his muzzle. She knew she was grinning like and idiot but didn't care. She looked up at her mature beyond his years lover with affection as he bent to kiss her again. They spent the next twenty minutes kissing and petting each other waiting for the inevitable moment.

When it did, Stephan sat up completely and pulled her with him by the arms and held her there as he deflated. She giggled along with him as he fell out and his seed, and more than a little of her blood, poured out behind the softening invader.

She looked into his suddenly concerned face "The blood is normal. As long as it doesn't keep flowing when your sperm stops, I think I'll be alright."

He looked back, not entirely relieved "It's the 'think' that worries me. I'll get a couple of towels."

HollyAnn hated to see him run out of the room, but loved that he was so concerned. She should be more so, she knew, but just didn't want to run the mood, so she just laid back with her arms and legs pointing to the four winds, and waited for him to return.

She didn't have to wait long before he returned with a couple of towels, one wet with warm water and one dry one. She enjoyed the sensations as he cleaned her up with the wet one, then patted her dry. It was with a lot of regret that she stopped him, but she did have to get some sleep if she was making it to work by six the next morning.

"Stephan? I think we know by now that I'm not bleeding out."

His apologetic smile made her love him even more "Sorry, I just kinda freak when I see blood. I guess you'll live!"

"If I don't, then let me assure you that I was sent out without a single regret! Now come to bed and make me a Teddy Bear."

HollyAnn awoke before the alarm and still wrapped in wonderful warmth. She started straightening her legs and cried out in pain, waking Stephan immediately.

"Ms R, are you ok? What's wrong?"

She held him tight and cried "It hurts, oh, it hurts!"

He let her cry until she started to calm down "You need to call off work."

She shook her head "No! I have to go. I'll be alright, I just need to walk for a bit. Help me out of bed?"

He did just that, supporting her as she slowly stood up and helped her out to the hall. Timmy was waiting just outside of her room and had to be assured of his mother's heath. After watching her walk down to the bathroom with Stephan's support, he returned to his own room.

Sitting on the toilet, HollyAnn found herself at just the right level to deal with Stephan's favorite recurring condition "Morning wood! Let's see what we can do about that."

Her muzzle was around it before he could stop her and her hands quickly followed. His protests dissolved quickly as she worked her magic with her tongue. He leaned against the wall and surrendered to the sensations.

If she was a cat, she'd be purring as she quickly brought the youth over the edge, once again letting him bath her face with his seed as it came too much too quickly to swallow.

She stood painfully and let him wash her face in the sink. After vacating the bathroom for Timmy, Stephan made her walk around and limber up. It didn't really get much less painful, but it got easier to handle. She moved slowly down the steps and into the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast for her and the boys. It was painful, but enjoyable as the boys joined her for the meal. Usually, she was up and out the door before Timmy was even awake!

As she moved, it got easier to move, and she decided to take the back roads to the diner so that she could limber up even more by having to work the three pedals in her car. As euphoric as she felt, it also let her be frisky with her driving while the twisting paths of the roads kept her speed down.

If she thought she was going to get through the day without having to talk about the previous night, they were dashed as soon as she half skipped into the diner. Even the least perceptive of her fellow employees could tell that she had a far too bouncy, but being far too careful about how she moved her legs for her glowing demeanor to be anything else.

Even many of the customers commented on her mood with knowing grins on their faces and the little snippets of innuendo and obscure hints made the morning fly by. When she cashed out her tickets, she looked at her workmate that had started the morning holding his fingers about an inch apart with a quizzical look on his face, then slowly moved them apart a little further each time he asked. When he held them almost six inches apart, she answered by holding up her forearm and wrapping her fingers around it. When his eyes went wide, she spread her fingers slightly and moved her hand up and down its length and nodded her head.

"Oh, one more thing, HollyAnn?" She turned to her manager's voice "Timmy's guidance councilor called and would like you to drop by to talk on the way home. She promises that he's alright, she just thinks that it's time for the two of you to meet."

She cocked her head "Come to think of it, we never did meet! Strange, since I put him in that school last year!"

He grinned at her "And HollyAnn? Congratulations! You deserve it."

As much as she wanted to, it didn't seem appropriate to tell him exactly what she deserved.

He decided to release her from her obvious indecision "No, I don't want to know details, it's just great to see you happy."

She was still feeling a pleasant glow when she pulled into the vocational campus. She had been there only once before, when she enrolled Timmy, and toured the Computer Science and Academic buildings. As it was a special event, the parking had been reconfigured and she ended up lost for few minutes today trying to find the regular visitor parking. She finally found a spot close to the Automotive Technologies Center that wouldn't be too long of a walk to the Administration Offices.

"Wow! Those are starting to get as rare as Ferraris. That one looks in great shape, too!"

She turned and grinned at the voice, apparently belonging to young Rottweiler standing in the front of a group of teenagers "Ferrari, Fiero...And it's actually on its third engine, I just take the time once a month to give it a good detailing and hose out real good once a week in the chassis' problem areas."

There was a snort from the back of the group when HollyAnn started talking and the Rottweiler turned to address it "Don't laugh too hard, a GT could almost run with a 308 in every category except top speed and endurance!"

Just as with Timmy and Stephan, HollyAnn found herself enjoying watching the dynamic among the group of boys. The young Rottweiler seemed to be an encyclopedia of automotive specifications and performance data. Even though the group seemed to want to verbally attack him all at once, he seemed to hear each one and answered them in turn with stats and references.

"So, 2M6, not GT. I guess it doesn't matter anyway."

It was an English Collie that faced her from the rear of her car with a bit of challenge in his red furred body's stance.

"It doesn't, actually, since it runs better than a GT. I mixed and matched the 3.1 block and cam from a Lumina, the lighter crankshaft and con-rods from a Cavalier, and the better flowing heads from a 3100. They aren't supposed to fit on the earlier block, but you just have to change the location of a couple of guide pins..."

She continued to list the modifications she had performed on the car to the increasingly impressed crowd of boys and even the instructors were giving her calculating looks.

"I want to eventually take it back apart and actually tune it for this light of a car, but first I have to finish a 267 Vega project before my son's birthday in the spring. I have all the pieces, I think, I just need to save all my fun money to afford the machine work right now."

An instructor, by all appearances the father of the Collie that had addressed her, jumped in "Bring it here! We have a machining course for everything from balance and blueprinting, to race prepping internal parts, to head flow work. The students are closely supervised by experienced professionals and the work will be free since we won't have to try to purchase the pieces from salvage yards if they don't have their own projects.

"We can even give you garage space cheap if you allow them to observe and help with your project. The only thing with that, however, is that you'll have to confer with the appropriate instructors as to what you'll be doing and be prepared to present it as a class."

She put on the kind of expression that can only be assumed by somebody who's life is on a dramatic upswing "That sounds great! Can I talk to you about it a little bit later, though? I'm supposed to be talking to my son's guidance councilor right now."

Another boy piped in, obviously concerned "He's alright, isn't he, Ms Roschenko?" Then at her quizzical look "I mean, you are Timmy's Mom, right? Well, we know him because if something goes wrong with one of the computers here, they send him down and he...like...breathes on them and they work again. Anyway, you look...well, he looks like a shorter furred version of you, so..."

She smiled, her day brightened and her worries fading that much more "He's fine, thank you very much! His guidance councilor just suddenly realized that we'd never met and would like to!"

The adult Collie raised his paw at his students "If you don't mind, yes, we'd love to continue this conversation after your appointment. See you then!"

She skipped across the parking lot as much as her bruised rump and crotch would let her and quickly found her destination in the well planned and mapped Administration office. She was sat in a nice office to wait, "It won't be long," for the guidance councilor.

It wasn't long before an unbelievably large, almost puppy bubbly Bernese Mountain Dog bounced into the room. HollyAnn knew who she was before the massive female introduced herself. Her fur patterns were identical to her young lover's, from the lay and patterns of the shimmery strands of fur in the deep black to the way the tan markings on her arms and face dipped deeply down into the silvery white "Ms Roschenko! Good to finally meet you! I'm Maureen Grossen, how are you today?"

"I'm doing great! And call me HollyAnn, please!" She reached out for the huge paw that was offered, her head spinning as she tried to figure out whether or not she was in trouble. The size difference to her own thin paw was nearly comical, even to her, as its orange-red fur disappeared in a sea of white "Maureen Grossen. Stephan Grossen's mother I assume?"

Maureen's laugh made it obvious where Stephan got his "Mother? No, actually. Twin sister! Apparently I was a greedy as a fetus and took more than my fair share of certain hormones. That's why I look like an NFL linebacker while he looks like he still needs to finish puberty!"

She stared at the diminutive mutt with a big goofy grin on her face until the smaller female broke down in laughter. "Oh, it hurts, it hurts!" As much as her shaking abdomen made it feel like she was being kicked in it, she couldn't stop laughing. She was in far too good a mood, and the bit of stress that had suddenly started building turned immediately into an uncontrollable mirth.

Five minutes later, she was gasping for breath and feeling like she was needing a nap. Apparently, Maureen had taken the time to make tea "Sugar? Milk?"

HollyAnn felt the same kind of euphoria that she had felt after the wonderfully painful evening with Stephan "Neither, thank you, I like things au naturel!"

Maureen grinned mischievously back at her "Me too, but we should probably remember that we're in a school."

HollyAnn enjoyed another, more controllable laugh as she took the cup from Maureen "Well, I think there are probably enough children from nudist families that we wouldn't have to worry!"

"Don't tempt me, girl, I swing both ways and my brother and I share everything also!"

So Stephan had apparently told her everything about the night before.

"And about that, HollyAnn, let me explain what happened and why.

"I like to make sure that my students know that they can talk to me about anything and everything. A few months ago, Timmy came to me for advice. He told me that he was worried about his mother. He said that, as much as she loved to spend time with him, she needed somebody to satisfy the needs that he couldn't.

"He told me about how he perceives you and your mentality and I tried to sympathize by telling him about my brother and what I know about him and my perception of his mentality. As we talked, we suddenly realized that we had both lost track of just who we were talking about, so we decided to fix the two of you up.

"Since Timmy had said that, as much as you love to be childish, you don't like to be treated like a child and I had noticed that Stephan is most happy living like a loosely supervised thirteen year old, we decided to let him in on the conspiracy and become Timmy's best friend!"

HollyAnn broke in "He has been, too! I haven't seen Timmy so happy since he began school. I also have to admit that I haven't been so confident in his safety since oh, about the same time!"

The door opened and Stephan walked in. "Hi, Maureen! Hey, Ms R!"

HollyAnn was in his arms immediately, hugging him tightly around his neck with his arms and around his torso with her legs.

"Look, umm...Ms R? I, uh, I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to call you anything but 'Ms R.'"

She hugged him tighter "And I don't think I'll ever be able to think of you as anything besides my son's best friend that I decided to seduce!"

"Cool! In that case, what's for dinner?"

Maureen broke in "I've got a pork roast in the slow cooker, we'll be having dinner as a family tonight. Timmy already knows, HollyAnn, and I know there are things you need to do, such as hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys down at the garage, but if you would come by no later than six?"

HollyAnn looked over her shoulder from her perch on the big Bernese's brother "So, I don't have a say in this?"

The smile on Maureen's face didn't hold a bit of challenge or superiority "I've been studying you through Timmy and Stephan, and I've determined that you need to have a bit of structure in your life, preferably from someone so large and dominant that you won't feel like you have to surrender all of your maturity."

HollyAnn experienced a bit of panic, but her contact with Stephan reassured her that she was among friends, and that no matter what, she would be allowed to keep as much control of her life as she wanted "Fair enough, I'll go along. But only because you seemed to have gone through so much trouble."

Stephan piped in "Oh, it was no trouble at all! As a matter of fact, it was quite fun. And will continue to be! Timmy has our home computer network running like...well, running really fast, and Maureen just bought us the latest expansion for..."

Stephan looked at HollyAnn past the hands that held his muzzle shut.

"Stephan? You know that you and Timmy are both going to want to tell me all about this when we're all together tonight, right?" He nodded his head "Then let's wait until we're all together tonight" She gave him a long, deep kiss

"Yes, Ms R"

The three didn't have much chance to talk anymore, since Maureen had a few appointments left on her agenda. They finalized plans for the evening and HollyAnn returned to the garage.

"So, do you do any 'weekend warrior' racing?"

HollyAnn turned to the young rottie she was talking to earlier "I went to a couple of small events a few years ago. I just didn't feel...an overwhelming sense of welcome, so I quit going."

"If you'd like to give it another try, we'd love to see you up at the airport this weekend. It's a pretty good crowd, female and male, adult and teen. I will warn you, there are 'those types,' but if you look for Dad and me, we'll make sure you have a good time. I'm Randy, by the way!"

HollyAnn muttered "Me too" under her breath and smiled at the youth's sideways look as she took the proffered paw "HollyAnn."

"Good to meet you! We're trying to get a second track running, so we need people. If you can make it, registration and inspection runs from six to nine. We're usually there for the setup, so if you show up early, we'll be able to show you around and give you some pointers.

By the time they were done talking, HollyAnn had to make her way through a crowd of boys, each with their own questions. Not that it was an imposition, as a mater of fact, she was quite enjoying herself. She was loving the attention, especially since most of them were showing her the respect of somebody they could learn from.

"Hey, you do know that the best way to modify a 267 is to throw it over your shoulder and drop a 350 in its place?"

She looked over and up at the speaker "Sure, if you weigh as much as a Chevy small block. Me? I have to use a hoist."

The Chow Chow laughed "But seriously..."

"Seriously, if I want him to be able to pull a trailer, I'll get him a pickup. I read somewhere that SB2 350 heads will fit on an SB1 with a little work and figure it should be the same way for SB2 4300 heads onto a 267. I plan on wiring up factory fuel injection and hope to get at least 150 horse out of it.

The Collie instructor came over "It will work, to be sure, but unless it's something you really want to do, I've got a complete 4300 with wiring harness that's left over from a Caprice dragster project. It'll take about $800 in parts and it'll end up being about a 250 horsepower daily driver. We can even send it over to Autobody for a good paintjob! I'm Jonathan, by the way."

She thought for a moment after shaking his hand "The only problem would be that the 267 is on the list of engines he can drive, but I don't think the 4300 is."

Jonathon laughed "Isn't it great that even the law will put an engine in the same family that boasts the most available performance parts on the 'Hopeless' list? I'm fairly certain that he'll be allowed the 4300 with a few driving classes, all of which are available here, so it's still an option."

It surprised even her, but by the time she left, she had arranged for garage space and a tow truck, and even set up a tentative schedule and lesson plan for the tear down and reassembly. It was after school hours, and Timmy was itching to go, but a few of the students had stayed to talk her into a little showing off with her Fiero. She took the time to "humor them" in the nearly empty parking lot before heading over to Maureen and Stephan's house.

When Timmy pointed out the house, she thought he was joking. When they went around the hill and up the driveway, she was sure of it. It was bad enough that he had guided them to an Old Money part of the countryside, but the house that he had her driving up to was reputed to be built for a past state governor shortly after the state was recognized.

"Are you sure we're in the right place, Timmy?"

Timmy grinned at her "I couldn't believe it myself the first time Stephan invited me over. Wait until you see inside! Just pull around the outside of the fountain and park right over there beside the carriage house."

Stephan came out of the carriage house and HollyAnn thought that maybe they were caretakers and they got to stay in the carriage house as one of the perks.

He greeted Timmy before picking HollyAnn up in a big hug and keeping her in the crook of his arm to carry her toward the huge mansion "Just had to get a few things cleaned up in there. Maureen should have pretty much everything ready, but we'll have time for a glass of wine or two before dinner.

She learned over dinner that the two did actually own the house. They were the offspring of very successful Swiss bankers whom had left each of their children sizable trust funds. Stephan knew that he'd spend his and have nothing to show for it, so he put it under Maureen's control. Together, they were able to buy, restore, and maintain the huge mansion and its estate. The only problem was, after the advance for the initial investment, the funds wouldn't disperse enough that they could run without jobs to have some spending money.

"I really don't deal well with responsibility, so I've worked as a table busser or delivered pizza for most of my adult life. It gets me enough, as long as my car doesn't break down. I have to admit, though, if I actually had to work, I'd be in trouble." Stephan admitted

As was expected, Timmy and Stephan eventually steered the conversation toward computers and games. The girls listened politely and even went to the den to let them show off how well the system was running and what could be done with it. Each of the boys were on their own terminal and looking like they were about to "go live" online, so they took their leave, ending up back in the cavernous family room.

"So, HollyAnn, about what I said about my brother and I sharing everything."

She had stopped and simply sat staring at HollyAnn like she was expecting something, so the small dog cleared her throat "Well, I don't really have any hangups, especially when it comes to sex and sexuality. I was...never allowed to develop them when I was young, but I'm gonna have to ask you to be a little patient. I have trust issues, especially with adults."

Maureen was shocked into silence. Timmy had given her certain clues as to why his mother had problems dating, but HollyAnn's words, or more importantly how she delivered them, had her afraid that she'd just walked into a minefield.

"Oh, it's alright, Maureen. It was normal to me as it was happening, and all the nonsense I've heard afterward hasn't really affected me. Really, it would be more accurate to say that I was never trained to be prudish, but at any rate, I just never developed the accepted taboos. The only thing that actually bothers me..well.."

She took her shirt and skirt off, and her panties quickly followed. As she approached Maureen, the big dog reached out to feel the smooth, furless skin of her belly. HollyAnn let the huge hand trace the bare skin up to her ribcage, down the insides of her thighs and up the middle of her bottom to the base of her tail.

"A combination of waxing, electrical torture and chemicals. It'll probably never grow back, but the rest of my body recovered pretty well from the stress positions he tied me into and left me in for hours at a time. It's also the reason that I ended up in the United States with my father. I can't say that he was trying to kill us, but he obviously didn't care."

"So, he...got you pregnant and was trying to make you miscarriage?"

"No, one of his friends got me pregnant.. It wasn't my first time for anything that we did, and I never had any sense of physical modesty or even personal space, he was just a handsome Spitz that made me feel pretty and I wanted to be with him. Now, any time I try to date, all I can remember is weeks of being treated like a non-sentient by Mom's boyfriend when he wasn't tying me down and leaving me to hurt.

"The good thing is, it all seemed to keep my skin supple so my stretch marks were easily minimized with regular skin cream after Timmy's birth."

Maureen stripped down herself and sat back down, spreading her legs to give HollyAnn a good look at her abnormality

"So, you're hermaphrodite?"

She smiled at the girl currently looking at her with a quizzical tilt to her head "Yes. It's actually got a bone and everything! It's also why I became a guidance councilor, I could never have puppies of my own."

HollyAnn approached between the spread legs and reached out for the massive clitoris. As soon as her hand wrapped around it, it began to grow and she could feel the bone push up inside of it. It was big enough that she could stroke a full two inches and keep her hand full. It wasn't really thick, but she was sure she could feel it inside her, even after the past night.

Maureen stopped her and asked her to sit beside her before she got too hot "By the bruises, I'd say that Stephan had LOTS of fun last night."

HollyAnn grinned back up at her "At least as much as I did!"

"HollyAnn, you have to know that Stephan is a pretty serious sadist. He likes to hear people, females especially, scream."

HollyAnn shrugged "I never would have though that I'd respond to pain the way I did, especially after my last encounter. Stephan definitely seems different. Like you say, he likes to hear us scream, so he's not just going to do something to make me hurt and walk away. He's going to stay and play, and I apparently REALLY like to be played with! Also, he seems to really not like the sight of blood, so...yeah."

"Do you really think that you'll like to have this" She tweaked her clitoris "Up your butt?"

HollyAnn looked thoughtful "For Stephan?"

Maureen wondered if she should be just a little worried just how deeply HollyAnn seemed to have fallen for her brother "Yes, he would definitely want to watch."

"I can handle that, I think."

"In that case, come with me."

They walked across the veranda over the driveway to the second level of the carriage house. She handed HollyAnn a set of keys "Go ahead! Open it!"

HollyAnn was expecting some kind of dungeon the way her companion had been talking, but what she saw was a very comfortable and well appointed living space.

Maureen gently pushed her inside "Almost a thousand square feet, the kitchen is...very...classic, but highly functional, working fireplace, you'd have your own bathroom off the master, but Timmy would have to use the hall bath. He likes it and his bedroom, actually, he's already stayed here when he spends the night.

"Now, I'm not pushing you into it, I just want you to know that I'd give you at least cheap rent if you and Timmy will help us maintain the estate, no matter what our relationship status becomes. C'mon, let's take a look around!"

Maureen was really putting on the hard sell as she guided HollyAnn around the house. "So the whole second level is the living and entertaining space. You'll of course have a couple of spots in the first level garage. There's a deck off of the living room that overlooks the valley. Your bedrooms are upstairs..."

HollyAnn was guided up to the third floor of the two and a half level structure. She was shown Timmy's room and the common bathroom for the other bedroom before being led to what would be her room.

"No, Maureen, don't turn the light on." The almost full moon was in perfect position to light the spacious quarters through the dormers in the sloping ceiling. She moved around the space enjoying the look of the ornate trim work and beautiful antique furniture in the dim, shadowy light.

Laying down on the sturdy four post bed, she beckoned Maureen over to lay with her "You missed your calling, you should have been a real estate agent."

The larger dog opened her mouth to say something, but it never came out as HollyAnn smothered it with what she was afraid would be another way too clumsy kiss. Unknown to her, Stephan had told Maureen just how good a kisser that the little mutt was and Maureen was loving the first hand confirmation.

HollyAnn eventually broke the kiss "I live in a subsided townhouse around a bunch of people who I can't relate to no matter how hard I try. What makes you think that you need to talk me into moving in beside a family that's already done more for mine in a few months than almost anybody else has done in the whole of the last thirteen?"

Maureen's reply was to return the kiss they had enjoyed. She followed up by nibbling and licking down HollyAnn's chin and neck. She took the cues from HollyAnn's sounds and movements to let her know how intense to be and the little mutt was already close to exploding even before the warm tongue found her first overly sensitive nipple. Even as it searched out the others, however, Maureen was too good at what she loved to do to allow her release.

When she roamed down over the bare flesh of her belly, however, it was simply too much for HollyAnn and she fell over the edge. Again, however, Maureen was good at her favorite hobby and was able to keep her victim from completely draining. By that time, HollyAnn was a victim, her hands once again controlled by a large paw while the massive body attached to it had its way with her.

As the warm tongue found her bruised sex, she was dimly aware of the lights coming on and a second body getting on the bed "She likes it feral style" in a familiar voice came from somewhere far away before she was flipped over.

Even though she knew what was coming, and knew she should be scared, she couldn't help but curl her wagging tail tightly over her rump. She became vaguely aware that her head was in Stephan's lap as her paws were passed into his. They were held with one while the second scratched lightly at her head and neck.

She felt the penetration, just not where she expected it "Oh my, you certainly recover quickly!"

She could only moan as the large clitoris moved in and out, and wiggled inside her. She felt herself growing hotter again as Maureen made beautiful noises behind her. Stephan continued to massage and scratch her head and she reached her tongue out as she realized what was right in front of her nose. She was just getting her mouth full of his wonderful taste when she felt herself vacated.

She was about to complain when she registered a warmth somewhere else. It seemed that Maureen was waiting for the exact instant that HollyAnn realized what was about to happen before thrusting forward.

At first, all HollyAnn felt was heat and the sudden need to use the bathroom, but it wasn't long before her sphincter started spasming around the intruder. That lead quickly to cramping and the inevitable screaming. The two Berners easily controlled HollyAnn's thrashings and struggles to get away from the burning pain. They allowed her to scream it out, and when she finally calmed down, Maureen started moving in and out.

The reward made the initial pain worth it! HollyAnn screamed with a different sensation as Maureen slowly pistoned in and out, slowly working herself deeper with the occasional wiggle and push. Those moments increased her internal pressure enough that HollyAnn thought she might throw up, but it reduced quickly as her lover pulled out.

She realized that the hand was gone from the back of her head only when it appeared on her smooth belly and moved slowly down to her dripping sex. She hadn't realized just how much it was feeling neglected until a large finger slipped inside of it and the thumb found her own clitoris.

It was incredible, if more than a bit overwhelming, to be sandwiched between the two massive canines the way she was. Her bottom had gotten quickly used to being invaded and the residual burn just made the tingles of the smooth sliding more incredible. Maureen didn't last long, but Stephan knew females well enough that he was able to work HollyAnn back up to orgasm simultaneously. His paw quickly disappeared to allow Maureen to spray her ejaculation directly onto the sensitive flesh.

HollyAnn floated in a euphoric state as her two lovers simply laid down on either side of her and wrapped her in wonderful warmth.

"You know you're going to feel that in the morning, right?"

She looked at the doorway to see her son leaning against it. She was glad to see that he was naked. He wasn't often comfortable enough to shed his clothes. Especially since, except for his own oversized clitoris, he didn't have the right equipment for the world to consider him a "him." Since he was here, that made it obvious just how comfortable he was with not just the company, but the surroundings.

"And you know this, how?" She noticed that Maureen was looking a bit nervous "Seriously? You perv!"

She slapped Maureen playfully, laughing as she did so, so the big dog began to relax "I told you, Maureen, I never learned that sex and sexuality was in any way 'wrong.' You obviously treat him well, so I don't care if you invite him to your bed. Speaking of that, get over here you little scamp!"

The brother and sister made room for Timmy to jump into the sandwich and the way the mother and son hugged and cuddled, it was obvious that they had little or no physical inhibitions between them.

"I think it's time to show you the master bath."

HollyAnn found herself swept up by Stephan and looked over to see Maureen carrying Timmy. Stephan flicked the switch and HollyAnn was treated to the sight of a huge bathroom full of modern fixtures. The large glass "rain shower" shower was flanked by an air drying booth and the opposite wall held a double sink; frosted glass vessel on dark oak cabinetry. Looking at he trim work and the colors and accoutrements, and remembering how the rest of the house was built and furnished, something suddenly occurred to her;

"You put this together just for me. About the time I met Stephan, Timmy was suddenly interested in what I'd consider a dream house. This place is put together exactly how I'd have wanted it!"

Maureen was looking nervous again "Timmy and I started our relationship almost immediately after we met last year. I was assigned to be his guidance councilor because he and I share the condition that you warned the office about, but they didn't...well, we didn't expect to click the way we did!

"I didn't lie to you before, he did actually voice his concerns about you to me, but it was during one of our after school meetings. He was obviously distracted and seemed to be feeling guilty about something. He finally spilled his guts about what it was and, again, I was worried that Stephan would never find anybody that he could actually live with, or could live with him. Since Stephan had already become his best friend, and by the sounds of it, you trusted him implicitly, it just seemed natural to set the two of you up. You being at least tolerant of pain just makes you two perfect for each other!

"Anyway, Timmy and I had already hatched the plan to try to move the two of you in here so we could be closer to each other when it became time to fix the carriage house up. The rest of the house, we just got lucky that you love Victorian architecture and the Craftsman style. This bathroom, however, was built for you."

While Maureen talked, Stephan turned the shower on and set a comfortable temperature. They stepped in and took turns soaping each other up, lover to lover, sister to brother and mother to son. The aromatic shampoo filled their nostrils in the steamy heat and the herbs stimulated their skin. Somehow, it all translated to a comfortable family experience instead of anything sexual, and continued to be a wonderful bonding experience as they moved from shower to drying booth and brushed each other in the warm air.

HollyAnn noticed the time when they walked back out into the bedroom "Oh, my, it's that late? Timmy, we need to get dressed and get home!"

Maureen placed a hand on her shoulder "There's no hurry, HollyAnn, as I said, Timmy already considers his room, his room and you're more than welcome to use this one tonight no matter what your decision."

HollyAnn smiled up at her "That's the problem, I have made my decision and this weekend is the Full Moon. I have to start moving before then, starting such a big thing as a move is far too important to start under a waning moon!"

Maureen's looked like she was about to cry for joy "Then Stephan and I will get the truck and help you. Come on! What are you waiting for, let's go!"