fucking her. There was no doubt about it: the picture had been taken by an expert so that there was a knife-sharp focus on the dog's prick penetrating her hairy cunt. The picture was so expertly taken that I could actually see the moisture glistening on the folds and hair of her pussy as the dog's shiny cock thrust into her.
Before I had a chance to catch my breath, I heard movement outside the front door. Margot! If she caught me with these pictures she'd surely think I was snooping. I hurriedly placed them back where I'd found them, closed the dresser drawer, and got back into the living room just as she was opening the door.
'Hi ya, sweets,' she said as she came in. 'Been here long?'
'Uh, no,' I said, trying to hide my nervousness, 'just a few minutes.'
'Gee,' she said, 'I'm sorry I missed your arrival, hut I stepped out to get some pink champagne. You know, to sort of celebrate your coming home.'
'How nice,' I said with manufactured enthusiasm, grateful to have something to talk about to get my mind off what I'd just seen.
'I thought we could throw some steaks on the stove., have some champagne, and talk. How's that sound to you?'
'Oh, terrific,' I answered, and I wasn't kidding, anxious for any diversion.
It turned out that Margot was in as good a mood as she seemed to be. Also, she really seemed to be glad to see me, telling me that she had broken a date tonight so we could spend the evening together.
Despite my effort to suppress it, my shock over the photographs lingered, and when I asked her what she'd been up to, it took on an added dimension from the innocent question it might ordinarily have been.
'Well, I'll tell you,' she said. 'You know that bus driver I was telling you about a few weeks ago? Although it didn't work out between us, I'll always be indebted to him. He introduced rue to a group of people who are just terrific. They're out of sight. I've never had so many friends, both men and women. We get together and have just really fabulous times.'
Oh, God, I thought, is she going to tell me about it! 'What kind of things do you do?' I ventured, hoping that I didn't betray my knowledge of her new social life.
'I guess you could say we communicate,' she said, and then began to chuckle. 'That's what we do-we communicate. Boy, how we communicate!'
I was at a loss as to where to take the conversation from there. The only safe thing I could think of to say was, 'Oh, that's nice.
Fortunately, Margot had apparently already had a few drinks to loosen up, or the champagne was going to her head, because she kept on talking. 'Communication, that's what the world needs more of today. I'm convinced of it. If we could communicate more with each other-get to know each other better-everyone would be a lot better off.'
The conversation continued from there for a couple of hours. Eventually, I got more used to her, and the memory of the photographs I had found just shortly before seemed to fade in my mind before her friendliness and with additional glasses of champagne. She really seemed to care about me, and even if a lot of her advice was kind of crass, her intent appeared genuine. I found myself thinking, Maybe things will work out this time, something which I would have never thought possible before.
But when the conversation ended after we had eaten dinner and finished the bottle of champagne, and part of a bottle of Scotch Margot had around, and we went to bed, my old doubts came back to haunt me and kept me from sleeping. Maybe it was because Margot had insisted that I sleep in her bed while she slept on the couch in the living room. I had tried to take the couch, but she had insisted.
The image of that stack of pictures nestled on top of the panties in her dresser haunted me. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't look at them again, but the more I tried to forget them, the more vivid my awareness of tern became.
Finally I realized that I was never going to get to sleep unless I looked at them one more time. I got out of bed quietly and tiptoed over to the dresser and got them out, and then tiptoed back to bed. I turned on the lamp by the bed and began to look through them again.
Again I was struck by the clarity of the photography. The folds and moisture of the cunts, especially Margot's, were stunningly lifelike, and I could almost pick up the pungent scent of the spurting jism of the ejaculating men. As I sat looking at them again, I began to notice even more of the sharp-focused details. In most of the pictures, Margot's legs were spread wide open, often thrown straight up in the air, exposing the full details of her hairy, dripping crotch, and her asshole was in clear view. One thing that impressed me was how tight and pink it looked.
As I looked at the stack of photographs, the revulsion I had originally felt slowly changed into a tingling sensation that started between my legs and spread throughout my naked body. Before I knew what had happened I realized that the pictures of my mother in every lewd position imaginable had turned me on. Somehow the thought of that pink rosebud of a perfect asshole on a woman in her thirties turned me on the most, and without thinking about it my hand dropped between my quivering thighs and I inserted my finger up my own asshole. It was tight, so I withdrew my finger and put it into my mouth, sucking on it to provide some moisture for lubrication. As I inserted my finger once again up my ass, it slid quickly and smoothly all the way in. I quickly discovered that it felt deliciously good, and even better when I slid my finger in and out, up to the knuckle and then back out again to the fingernail, moving it in a circular fashion all the while.
I began to use my other hand to rub my moistening cunt as I continued probing my asshole, and soon became caught up in physical ecstasy, completely forgetting where I was, the photographs strewn on the sheets beside me. I was so involved with what I was doing, I guess, that I didn't hear the bedroom door open.
Margot's words shattered me back to reality. 'I thought something might be wrong, the light's on… Oooh, I see nothing's wrong at all. I see you've been looking at my pictures.'
I quickly withdrew my hands from between my legs and pulled the sheets up in front of me. 'Uh, no… ' I stammered, 'uh, well, uh, yes, I…but it was an accident…'
'Sure, sure,' she said brassily. 'Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. Especially since you seem to like them, if you, heh-heh, know what I mean.'
'No, no… ' I stuttered.
'You don't have to hide anything from me, she said as she advanced toward me. 'I saw what you were up to, with your fingers up your little ass. How sweet.'
What could I say. There was no explanation I could rationally offer to save face. I was silent as she came to the bed and sat down on it beside me.
'I don't be shy,' she said. 'There's no crime in liking it up the ass. If you looked at those pictures, you know that your mother certainly does. Like mother, like daughter, they say.'
Before I could think of an appropriate response, she flung the sheets off of me and embraced my naked body. She was wearing only the sheerest of nighties and I could feel her heart pumping beneath her warm tits as they rubbed insistently against mine. She was strong and I felt trapped in her grasp as she snaked a hand between my thighs and began massaging my crotch, a finger searching for my asshole and soon finding it, plunging in and then out, in and out. The sensation was intense, and so pleasurable that my fright soon disappeared. My inhibitions vanished as I kissed my own mother full on the lips, our tongues meeting, while my hand crawled up under her short nightie and clutched the moist, furry muff of her cunt.
'No, no,' she whispered, 'stick it up my ass, too.' I immediately did so, first tracing my fingertip over the smooth puckering surrounding her asshole.
'Ooooh,' she moaned as my finger pumped slowly in and out of her asshole, while she did the same to me. 'Do you enjoy taking an enema?' she asked. Before the question could even register and I could answer, she got up and took me by the hand and led me toward the bathroom. Margot took the enema bag down from behind the door, ran some water in the sink, and rubbed a bar of soap in it. When the bag was full of soapy water, Margot asked me if I wanted to go first. I was still dumbfounded, but managed to wordlessly indicate that she should go first. Margot pulled the plug from the bathtub and adjusted the water to the right temperature. She lay down in the tub and instructed me to hook the bag on the wall and give her the nozzle.
As Margot inserted the nozzle into her asshole, she told me to kneel next to the tub and play with her cunt. I complied, and watched her cuntlips vibrate under my touch while the water rushed into her ass.
Suddenly Margot told me to remove my hand from her cunt for a moment, and as I did, I watched the water and shit gush from her asshole and wash down the drain. When the bag was empty, and only a clear stream of
