“What the hell?”

It was Sunday afternoon and Sally McCloud stood at the doorway of her son’s bedroom in total shock. From her position, she could see the screen clearly on her son’s laptop and the sex scene graphically displayed was beyond anything she had ever seen in her life before.

Sally would have guessed the actress was in her mid-thirties which was about her age. She was naked and, on all fours, and although Sally had been fucked herself in a not-dissimilar position she hadn’t been for a long while. Bizarrely it popped into her head it had been nearly six years since she had sex when her husband had deserted her leaving her with her 10-year-old son Billy.

Billy had just turned 16 a few weeks before and was currently glued to the laptop screen, earphones cutting out any outside noise. It wasn’t the fact that he had his trousers around his ankles and was working his cock, it was what was on the screen that shocked her so much. As she watched the woman yelling in silent open-mouthed ecstasy, she noted with embarrassing clarity that her son was quite well hung. For a moment her gaze was fixed on his hand working up and down the shaft of his cock, rolling the foreskin back and forward over his swollen head. Jerking her gaze away for a moment she started watching the screen again.

She had never seen dog porn before, or bestiality as it is formally known, but here it was, right in front of her face. She was spellbound as she watched the dog slam into the woman, and such was the ferocity of his thrusts he was making her whole body shake. The dog looked a lot like their 5-year-old black Labrador Toby, and although Sally had never really noticed his cock before, she knew she would certainly see him in a different light now.

The feeling of her throat constricting jerked her out of her daze, and she shouted, “Billy McCloud what on earth are you doing?”

Even above the cries of ecstasy in his earphones, Billy heard his mother’s shout and the whole world went into a spin. He tried to pull up his shorts as his mother cuffed him around the head, swearing that he was a bigger pervert than his father.

Gathering every piece of electronic equipment, he owned she stormed out of the room uttering one word loudly, “Grounded.”

Billy lay back on his bed feeling his world had ended, his semi-hard cock rapidly deflating.

Monday morning Sally sat in her kitchen staring at the laptop like it was going to explode. Billy had left for school that morning very unhappy. He had pleaded with her for the return of his phone at least.

“Is that so you can watch more dog porn on there?” Sally had snapped at him before ushering him out of the door. She had searched through the drawers and eventually found a very old Nokia that made phone calls and just about sent texts. She would present him with it when he came home that evening. In the meantime, she had to decide how to handle the situation. She had expected him to watch porn at some point and provided he was discrete she was happy to turn a blind eye, but dog porn ... surely that was illegal.

Sally started to panic. Perhaps they would get raided, arrested, her son led away in handcuffs. Would the police blame her? Would she be arrested? The more she thought about the more worried she became.

“I guess I could delete it ... or them,” she said out loud to herself and opened Billy’s laptop.

Sally wasn’t a technological idiot, but she had no idea where to start looking to find the file or files that Billy had. A quick look at the index and her hopes of finding a folder labelled ‘Dog Porn’ were soon dashed. She could spend hours searching, maybe she would have to get him to delete the files in front of her, but then how would she know he was telling the truth that he had done all of them? Bringing up the media player she took the simple step of looking at recent files. The files were simply a string of numbers so Sally clicked on one and it began to play.

The screen was filled with a woman on all fours and the dog that looked like Toby panting on her back as he fucked her at high speed. The built-in speakers filled the kitchen with the sounds of the woman orgasming, or certainly doing a very good ‘When Harry met Sally’ impersonation.

Sally’s eyes were drawn to the woman’s face that although concealed behind a mask her expressions and the look in her eyes meant it was easy to read this was real. “This woman is actually orgasming,” Sally thought to herself.

She knew she should be disgusted and repulsed but there was something compelling about the sight and the noises that filled the screen. Like the horrendous crash you pass on the motorway or the building fire, something inside compels you to keep looking. The dog looked incredibly like Toby, and she couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, trying to see if it was having any effect on him.

“Don’t be stupid,” she laughed out loud, “He is a bloody dog, they don’t watch porn.”

She went to switch the video off, but another started to play. This time the dog was bigger, much bigger than a Doberman or a Rottweiler, Whatever the breed was it was a savage-looking dog. This time the woman seemed to be almost scared, but the dog didn’t care, it was going to fuck her regardless. Sally could feel her stomach churning at the thought of being so helpless, so defenceless but she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the large red cock that was hanging down from the dog. Her breathing had become shallow and to her shame, she could feel her nipples hardening and her panties getting damp. Still glued to the screen she saw the dog mount the woman, pinning her down as he thrust his hips. In the next scene, the dog was inside her and the red cock was moving at speed and the whimpers from the woman echoed out the speakers.

A noise from Toby broke her concentration and looking round she saw he had stood and was sniffing the air. His red cock had started to emerge from its sheath and was dripping a clear fluid from the tip.

“NO ... BAD DOG,” she shouted and grabbing Toby’s collar pulled him to the kitchen door and pushed him into the garden. As Toby stood there with a, “What have I done look,” Sally slammed the door shut before closing the laptop lid. Picking up her phone Sally texted the one person who she knew would be able to help.

“Hey, I need your help.”

A few moments later her phone pinged in reply.

“Booty call? LOL”

Sally laughed out loud as she typed back, “Don’t be such a slut. It’s to do with Billy and I don’t know who to turn to.”

The reply came back almost instantaneously, “Wine tonight or coffee tomorrow?”

Sally thought for a moment and decided that she wanted to talk to Lisa without Billy being around so texted back, “Coffee 10 mine.”

Her message was acknowledged with three emojis, a love heart, a pair of lips and a cat. This brought a smile to her face as she thought about Lisa who was probably her best friend in the world even if she did have to slap her wandering hands away from time to time, though not always.

When she had split with Billy’s dad six years ago, she was an emotional wreck. At the time Lisa lived next door, and she became her support, her crutch, her best friend, and even her lover, as she rebuilt her life. Lisa was always willing to listen and offer sage advice even if it often ended with the comment, “You need to get laid girl.”

Of course, Lisa was always willing to help with that if she wanted or offer advice as to where the best place was to go to get picked up by a man or a woman. Sally quizzed her one evening as to whether she was a lesbian or maybe bisexual as there always seemed to be a steady stream of men at her door, yet she was always trying it on with her.

Her reply cracked Sally up and was something she always remembered,

“I am a try sexual. I will try anything once, twice if I like it and always ready to try it on, you never know you might just get lucky.”

Billy was staying with his father and that night they both got drunk and of course, ended up in bed together. The next morning Sally had the conclusion that although she enjoyed it, she still preferred cock ... a real cock. She let Lisa down gently saying she didn’t want to confuse Billy, but it was water off a duck’s back to Lisa.

“You always know where I am if you need me or want me.” she had laughed, “and remember this doesn’t get soft.” To emphasise her point she waved the strap-on that she had used for half the night.

Despite everything they remained firm friends, keeping in contact even when Lisa sold the house next door so she could move into a flat in the centre of town. Lisa would take great delight in sending her late-night messages with pictures of cocks or pussies. Sally was never sure if they were just lifted from the net or she had taken them, she was too afraid to ask.

The next morning after Billy had left for school, Sally sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand. Billy’s Play Station had joined the rest of the pile of electronic communications when she found out that it also connected to the internet.

“Having an eBay fest, are we?” Lisa said as she breezed into the kitchen, ruffling Toby’s head before grabbing Sally in a hug.

“So, coffee first, sex later?” Lisa laughed and then seeing Sally’s concerned face added, “Can’t blame a girl for trying, after all, your pussy did taste good, and it’s been a while.”

“I caught Billy watching porn,” Sally said without any emotion.

“Fuck ... but then again boys will be boys. Hope it was some hot lesbian stuff.” Lisa paused as she saw the stricken look of concern on her best friend’s face, “It wasn’t kiddie stuff, was it?”

“God no,” Sally almost shouted, then spinning the laptop around added, “Look.”

Lisa pressed play and the scene with the black Labrador filled the screen and the noises of the woman being fucked boomed out into the kitchen. Lisa remained silent but when it finished let out a low whistle, “Pretty damn hot, got any more?”

Sally stared at her open-mouthed, “Aren’t you shocked ... horrified ... disgusted?”

“Well OK at 16 perhaps it is a bit strong but hell it’s just sex.”

Sally stayed silent, her brain whirring as she considered Lisa’s reactions. She knew that Lisa had dabbled in a bit of porn filmmaking but had never really talked about details. She also went in for live sex shows from time to time and had casually mentioned to Sally that she would be more than welcome as a performer.

“You haven’t ... have you?” Sally blurted out.

Lisa remained silent but the answer was written on her face.

“You dirty cow, you have,” Sally exclaimed

“It was just a one-off, well actually a few times if I’m honest. The guy I was seeing at the time got off on it, so I let his dog lick me a few times. Bloody amazing tongues.”

“Did it ... you know...”

“Fuck me?” Lisa said, “Yeah, a couple of times. Makes me horny thinking about it.”

Sally couldn’t help the feeling inside of her as she imagined her best friend on all fours like in the video. On her hands and knees with a big dog fucking her, making her generous breasts and ass wobble as it pounded her.

Looking directly at Lisa, Sally pressed play, and the next video jumped onto the screen.

“Will we find you in one of these?” Sally said huskily, the heat rising in her body.

“Would you like it to be me?” Lisa said as she moved closer to Sally, running her hands over her curves. “Or perhaps you would like it to be you.”

A small moan escaped Sally’s lips as Lisa’s hand slipped inside her top and under her bra, freeing them as she pushed the top over Sally’s head. Sally was glued to the screen as it showed a close-up of the knot pulsing inside the woman’s pussy. Lisa had latched onto her nipple with her mouth, her hands under Sally’s skirt pulling her damp knickers down and off.

Flinging Sally’s panties aside Lisa pushed a finger deep into Sally feeling her wetness and began to slowly finger fuck her. She could feel Sally pushing down onto her finger so added a second, twisting them around until she found the spot she sought.

Sally’s gaze was torn between watching the screen and watching Toby who sniffed her discarded panties before licking them with his long pink tongue.

“He smells a bitch in heat,” Lisa laughed, her two fingers squelching in Sally’s pussy. Then with a laugh, she said to Toby, “Later boy, my turn to taste first.”

Dropping to her knees Lisa lifted Sally’s left leg over her shoulder leaving her standing on one leg. With her fingers still embedded deep inside, twisting and caressing her g-spot Lisa went to work on Sally’s clit with her lips and tongue. First, she lapped and circled it before sucking and nibbling on it, eliciting small moans of pleasure. Then when she felt Sally start to clench her fingers with her pussy muscles, she clamped her mouth over Sally’s pussy savouring the sweet juices that flowed into her mouth.

Lisa pulled her leggings and panties down to her ankles before sitting in the chair and opening her knees.

“Lick my cunt girl,” she commanded, and Sally dropped to her knees, thrusting her head between Lisa’s thighs, her head still spinning from the orgasms Lisa had induced.