Chapter 5: A Mother’s Love

Valerie had left, quite worried about how to handle the situation with Brad. “You don’t need to say anything,” I told her. “He doesn’t know what you saw and he wouldn’t want to talk about it if he did. Just tell him I needed to see you.” She promised to come back to see me in the morning after Brad and Stephanie were off to work and school.

I hoped I would get an opportunity to fuck her then, but doubted Ranger would let me. I was definitely the beta male. He had taken both my daughter and my granddaughter as his own. And me too, I had to admit, which was more than compensation; I was happily learning to be his bitch too.

I washed up and went to bed, where I was happy to find my alpha dog already sleeping, and was relieved that he allowed me onto the bed with him. I admired him as I crawled onto the covers and lay down next to him. What a handsome dog, so virile and sleek! He allowed me to curl up with him. I smelled the fur of his neck as I pressed my naked chest to his back. So wild, an animal smell, primeval, yet warm, and masculine. Maybe that part was the musky scent of his genitals. I reached down to pet his sheath. I rubbed his lower belly, soft and hot, and I fondled his big round balls. He let me feel him all over down there, lying still. Was he asleep?

I rubbed and fondled his balls some more - they felt so firm and round - and then I brought my hand to my face and smelled his deep doggy musk. I got so aroused. I humped my dick against his tail where it widens and attaches to his back. I fondled his sheath and balls some more, smelling him and humping until I came in his fur and fell asleep.

Valerie came back about 9 a.m ... She seemed quite agitated, but not unhappy. Ranger was in the back yard, so we would be able to talk without his interruption.

“So, how did it go?” I asked.

“Well, you were right about Brad; he didn’t say anything, just, ‘Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you went.,’” she replied. “But Stephanie was unusually bubbly this morning. She helped me make breakfast - she never does that - and she kissed me on the lips when she left for school. She hasn’t done that since she was 9.”

I smiled. “That sounds good; not as awkward as you thought.”

“No, but I still feel awful,” she said sounding perplexed. “Oh, Dad, what am I going to do?”

“What do you want to do?” I offered, not knowing what it was she felt ‘awful’ about. Was it Brad’s infidelity? Was it Stephanie’s wantonness? Was it the incest? Was it the bestiality? ... Or was it all of the above?

“It’s all too much! I was so worried about Stephanie, and then I was so angry with her when I saw her with Brad, and then ... and then what happened yesterday with you...” She touched my arm. I folded her into my arms. “ ... and with Ranger!” She hugged me back, stifling a sob. I felt her tremble.

“You know, I don’t regret a thing...” I stopped and reconsidered the thought. “Except that I didn’t get to make love with you,” I added. Valerie stiffened a little in my arms. “Everything changed the night Stephanie seduced me,” I continued by way of explanation.

Valerie sat up, separating herself from me. “Do you mean to say you ... you fucked her?!” Her face expressed surprise and wonder. I nodded. “But I thought she just sucked you cock ... like Brad.”

“Oh, no, that was just the start. We slept together all night.” I pulled her back into my embrace. “She reminded me so much of you,” I murmured in her ear.

“What is wrong with us?” she whispered. “I wanted to go to bed with you last night too ... only Ranger...” she seemed reluctant to complete the thought.

“Ranger wouldn’t let us,” I said, for both of us. “That’s another thing we can thank Stephanie for.” Was I blaming her? “Not that she’s really to blame. I am the adult after all,” I admitted. “But I don’t regret it!”

With that avowal, I kissed Valerie on the lips and she returned my ardor. Our tongues engaged and our hands searched each other for buttons and zippers to undo. We didn’t bother to go to the bedroom, but slid to the floor and copulated right there, our movements and our parts so perfectly meshed that you’d think we’d been lovers for years. I sank my throbbing cock into her welcoming pussy so smoothly, so easily, that it felt gentle and irenic for all that we were both boiling with lust. It was perfect. I hit all the right spots; I made her cum just as I reached my climax; our rocking stopped as our spasms began, in unison, and all my cum pulsed deep into my daughter’s womb.

Our postcoital bliss was interrupted by Ranger’s whining and scratching at the back door. Had he detected our illicit coupling? I had the eerie feeling that he knew what we’d been up to. He zeroed in on Valerie’s pussy as soon as I opened the door to him. It was a good ting Valerie didn’t mind, because I felt helpless in the face of the superior masculinity of the leader of our pack.

“Ooh, Ranger, you naughty boy,” Valerie cooed. “Mmm yes, give me that big tongue!” she enthused, rapidly achieving another orgasm.

When Stephanie arrived from school, she didn’t seem at all surprised to find her mother there. Ranger greeted her at the door, of course, with his usual enthusiasm and duly received her hugs and kisses. But she quickly turned her attention to Valerie, joining her on the couch.