That mood stalks me, follows me throughout the day, as my scent eggs it on. It knows I’m damaged goods, meat ready to be devoured. Too weak to fight, dripping before I’m touched or hurt, only needing the promise of abuse to tingle. And then, perched high, seeing its prey, it pounces on me and I drop. The good part of me, the respectable parts, they drown almost instantly in the flood of need that overcomes me. My hands shake as I message Jack and tell him my thoughts as they drool down my legs. I taste them and they are delicious. I behave, the clock taking an eternity to tick one minute forward, each second an eon. I chew my lip, distracting myself briefly to an unsatisfying orgasm and a long warm, and wet tongue. A poor appetizer for tonight.

Eventually, Jack pulls up as does Tony. I’m giddy as my emotions and need ping pong around inside me. The kids are happy as Tony tells them hi and swings them playfully about. Jack pulls me into the bathroom. I smile, excited, assuming the position when I’m slapped hard. Once, twice, then I’m told to calm down. Shaking, I nod. Then my head is pushed down and he relieves himself in his urinal and I swallow his warmth. I wait in the bathroom when he leaves and Tony comes in and does the same. His bladder is full, sour and bitter, but my stomach takes it all. And then, we make dinner.

I help with the sides as Jack grills some burgers and we all sit down and eat. My cheeks are warm, even warmer from the sun, as the kids play in the backyard afterward. I clean the dishes as he cleans the grill, the adults enjoying some beers as lightning bugs are chased by children. Then, the kids are washed, made or helped to brush their teeth, and then put to bed with The Flea’s Sneeze.

And then I go to the basement with my boys. They are already ready, enjoying their drinks, and offer me one as well. I have a shot, then another, before taking a bump that was offered. The slink is out, lube, but first I put on a show for them. I don’t want them to see me as a person right now. I want to be a bitch, a cunt, an animal for them to use. So I show them my truth. I kneel behind Baxter, reaching under him, stroking him, and rub his hairy belly as my tongue explores his ass. It should be degrading and humiliating, but I feel their eyes and I feel him tense as my tongue probes him. I do it all without hesitation or guilt. Then I lower my head and as he grows, I take the red into my mouth, only briefly. I want to be mounted like a common bitch in heat. Watching Jack and Tony, Baxter mounts me, as I reach back to help guide him in. He’s so excited he keeps missing, but once planted he locks in and I’m his. Furious thrusts feel good, copious amounts of pre cum feel better, as they strip and stroke their cocks as they watch me dehumanize myself. Before long, pressure builds and we’re locked together as heat fills me, wishing I could be bred.