Tucker the Irish Setter just wanted a game of fetch. What he got was so much better.
With a sigh, Tucker the Irish Setter squirmed restlessly on the well-worn but comfortable couch. He whimpered with a sense of boredom. If only someone would take him outside for a game of 'fetch'.
At the other end of the couch, Morgan lay sprawled out, her interest directed at a book. Her lips pursed as she read, turning to the next page on a particularly lurid section of the presumably romantic novel she had picked up at a garage sale. She indulged in another sip of wine and set the glass on the end table, noting sadly that the bottle was depleting at a rapid rate.
Tucker issued a plaintive whine. Morgan stretched out her leg and lazily scratched his doggy tummy with her toe. With that minimal effort completed, she returned back to her book. Sensing that no game of fetch was in the offering, the canine rolled onto his back, licked one paw, then dropped off to sleep with a snore.
Morgan turned another page. The buxom heroine in the low-cut bodice depicted on the cover of the novel found herself in dire straits. Captured by a band of ruthless pirates, she was bartering for her life. With neither jewels nor gold to offer, she had only the willing cooperation of her ample female assets to trade. The pirates numbered over thirty. It was going to be a long, hard night unless a brave champion were to appear...
At about a dozen pirates in, no swashbuckling hero had ridden to the rescue. Every conceivable orifice of the female lead had been gloriously and repeatedly violated in explicit and highly imaginative detail, at times by several men at once. Morgan hadn't realized it was 'that' kind of a book. But she didn't take offense. "Some girls have all the luck..." she wistfully thought.
Absentmindedly, the fingers of her right hand eased down to the crotch of her tight grey shorts, lightly caressing her vaginal mound through the thin, cottony material. A steamy wetness simmered in her loins and a small patch of telltale vaginal wetness was beginning to spread. But then the sound of footsteps approached the living room. Morgan's faced flushed with embarrassment and she hastily drew back her hand and discretely slid the erotic book under a pillow on the couch.
Looking up, she smiled as her daughter Brooke entered the room. Lost in her own thoughts, the petite blonde ignored her mother's smile, a look of intent focus clouding her pretty facial features. Her shimmering hair, bound up in a ponytail, bounced as she stopped and turned, arms crossed over her chest. A pouty expression crossed her face as she turned her attention up toward the top of the book shelf. Morgan followed her daughter's gaze, curious as to what had captured the girl's fascination. Displayed atop the imposing wooden cabinet was Charlie's treasured college football -- a memento of the championship game from years ago -- signed by his teammates. Morgan sighed wistfully, recalling wonderful memories of her life with her husband Charlie before the car accident that had taken him and left her as a struggling single mom.
"What are you looking at, Brooke?" Morgan finally inquired, slightly unnerved by her daughter's unwavering stare at the old college ball. Tucker perked up on the couch, tail thumping as he shifted his gaze from mother to daughter.
Brooke turned, sporting a frown. "Billy Davidson says that all our teachers are lying to us! Lying about everything!"
Morgan suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Billy Davidson attended school with Brooke and was notorious for frequently stirring up some sort of discontent. "What did Billy say this time?" Morgan inquired patiently.
Brooke took a deep breath, then gushed out her frustrations. "We were in health class, you know, where they teach sex ed and all that yucky stuff, and the teacher -- Miss Anderson -- she said that giving birth was like trying to push a football... through... well, you know, through a girl's... private parts."
Morgan looked up at the football with an appraising glance, a shudder passing through her as the painful memories of going through child birth with Brooke came flooding back.
"Billy says that's not even possible," Brooke continued, "because a football is way bigger around than a baby, and there is no way a football could ever squeeze out of a mother's... you know... pussy." Morgan inwardly cringed at her daughter's crude language, but chose not to chastise her as the girl was obviously upset. "So Billy says that if Miss Anderson is lying about that, then she's lying about other things, and our other teachers are probably lying to us about everything else too! And... and..." Brooke's voice cracked with emotion, trailing off into a quiet sob as she wiped the tears from her eyes and gave an emotional sniff.
"Honey, no, your teachers aren't lying to you!" Morgan assured her daughter, sensing the girl's faith in the entire educational process severely rattled.
Brooked looked up at her mother, dabbing away an errant tear trailing down her cheek. "They're not?" she inquired insecurely.
"Of course not, Sweetie. Don't pay attention to the nonsense Billy says."
Brooke turned her attention back to the top of the cabinet. "So you could fit an entire football in your... you know... your pussy?" she inquired in a hushed whisper, a sense of awestruck wonder in her voice.
A momentary ripple of intrigue twitched through Morgan's sweltering cunt, still in a state of unsatisfied arousal from her explicit reading material. But a sense of decorum overruled her primal urges. "Well, Brooke, I mean... it's just that..." she stammered.
"So you can't, and Billy is right! Our teachers are lying!" Brooke exclaimed, hurt betrayal in her voice.
"No, baby, you're teachers aren't lying... but..." Morgan replied.
Brooke turned to face her. "Then how come you won't say its true?" she challenged. "How can I ever believe any of my teachers again?"
Backed into a logic corner, Morgan chewed her lower lip in frustration. What was she to do? Brooke's trust in all of her schooling was obviously on the line. But with a nervous look up at the football on the shelf, she realized that the oblong leather-bound ball was indeed much larger than a newborn baby. Could a football really make it through the tight squeeze a woman's cunt? The mental image of such a feat sent another shudder of illicit interest shivering through Morgan's already slippery snatch.
Brooke looked from her mother, up to the football, and back to her mother, her distrust obviously growing as awkward seconds slowly ticked by on the nearby grandfather clock. "Can you show me?" she inquired in a pleading tone.
Morgan choked and coughed nervously, caught entirely off guard by the unusual and profane request. Morgan and Brooke had always been close, with few secrets left untold. But this... this was crossing into entirely uncharted territory of a mother / daughter relationship. Also, Morgan wasn't entirely sure her tight little twat was really up to such a challenge.
A long pause ensued. Brooke's eyes once again began to cloud with tears. "Alright... I'll give it a try," Morgan reluctantly agreed, her heart pounding an anxious patter. She rose from the couch, a bit unsteady from the effects of the alcohol. Brooke hurried to the kitchen, returning with a chair. She clambered up and retrieved the football. Mother and daughter inspected the leathery ball, not sure of how to proceed.
The Irish Setter hopped off the couch, tail wagging, thinking the football was a good omen that a game of fetch might finally be in the cards. He nuzzled Brooke's hand. "Tucker, not now!" the girl chastised. The canine's tail drooped. With a disappointed whine he slunk back to his position of the couch, circled twice, and dropped onto the cushion with an annoyed "chuff!"
With a determined set to her jaw, and her judgment clouded by a fair dose of alcohol, Morgan mentally banished her sense of shyness in front of her daughter. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, wriggling her hips as she peeled the snug garment downward over her trim thighs and shapely legs. Her nipples perked visibly with arousal, tenting out her faded teeshirt. She took a deep breath in a vain attempt to steady her nerves, then pulled down her tight panties. A moist patch of vaginal fluid soaked the silky crotch, and a few shimmering strands of gooey wetness spanned taut between her shaved cunt lips and the departing undies. A hot flush of shame crept up her cheeks as her daughter gazed at her mother's moist, naked loins and nervously licked her lips.
"So... Uh... how do you..." Brooke stammered, breaking the awkward silence.
How do you go about fucking a football? Morgan pondered in her mind, completing her daughter's question. Well, that remained to be seen... She thoughtfully ran her fingers over the ball, a growing sense of concern washing over her as she assessed its girth. Charlie had lived and breathed football, always quoting facts and figures. An official ball measured roughly eleven inches in length and seven inches in diameter. From experience, she knew a newborn baby was only about four inches in girth. Morgan was suddenly beset with second thoughts. But as Brooke looked up at her with wide, blue eyes, Morgan knew she could not betray the girl's trust.
"Hold the ball on the chair," Morgan directed. Brooke nodded and eagerly complied, obviously caught up in the excitement. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, she placed the football on the kitchen chair, one rounded tip of the ball pointed ominously upward and the other end set firmly into the padded vinyl seat. Morgan paused to take a long swig of wine, draining the remains of the bottle in an attempt to bolster her faltering confidence. Then she maneuvered around her kneeling daughter and straddled the chair backwards, gripping onto the carved wooden back with both hands for support. Taking a deep breath, she slowly squatted down in a most unladylike pose, a nervous tremor rippling up her spine as she spread her legs and eased herself lower. Brooke flipped her hair back out of her face with a toss of her head and peered upward with a wide-eyed gaze of anticipation.
The leathery ball made contact with her Morgan's inner thighs, rubbing with enticing friction. A trickle of vaginal fluid seeped from her pussy as her ruffled twat lips unfurled with growing arousal. Brooke scooted in closer between her mother's spread legs, maneuvering the ball into position. Morgan flinched as the leathery tip made contact with her tender cunt flesh. Her ruffled pink twat lips spread, caressing the rounded narrow end of the football with an obscene vaginal kiss. She could feel ever every stitch, every seam and surface roughness of the ball on her silky soft skin. Stifling a moan -- equal parts shame and carnal anticipation -- Morgan sensuously rolled her hips, whimpering as the tip of the football nosed into the parting lips of her quivering pussy. Brooke's hot breath washed over her mother's inner thighs, raising goose bumps and a jittery tremor.
Tucker shifted on the couch, his furry head turned sideways in curiosity at the woman's inexplicable antics. His snout settled down onto his paws, watching the goings on with interest.
Morgan closed her eyes, imagining the tip of the tanned, leathery football was the firm, fleshy head of a massive black cock. Caught up in the hectic schedule of holding down a career and raising a daughter, it had been years since she had enjoyed the pleasure of a man. Sexual urges, buried but not forgotten, came flooding to the surface. Any lingering reservations Morgan had about getting her tight little pussy fully stuffed faded as her twat trembled with a simmering carnal urge.
Slowly grinding in a lewd circle, Morgan nervously chewed her lower lip. As the oblong leather ball began to press up into her sweet wet fuck sleeve, the girth was already increasing quickly. She looked down. The ball was only an inch inside her and less than three inches in diameter, but already the size was putting a serious stretch into her tight little twat. "Hold it steady, Sweetie," she urged her daughter as the ball wriggled to and fro. Brooke nodded and clenched the football tighter, a look on concentration on her face. Morgan tightened her grip on the back of the chair, and slowly brought more of her body weight downward.
Teeth clenched with the effort, Morgan bucked her hips as the ball ground to a halt. A lustful grunt escaped her lips as the ball's insertion reached the two inch mark. Her widely splayed pussy ached with delight as the girth of the ball had flared to about four inches. This was about the size of a normal newborn child, so Morgan was starting to side with Billy's opinion regarding lying teachers. But she wasn't going to give up now. Carefully she relaxed her legs, easing even more weight down onto the ball. Clear, slippery fluid was draining freely from her straining cunt, lending a glistening sheen to the ball. Morgan wriggled her naked hips, straining with the effort. The steady flow of vaginal lubrication helped, and another inch of official NFL pigskin was slowly, forcefully pressed into Morgan's pink pussy. Three inches deep and the diameter of the ball had flared to five inches. Morgan began to pant with the effort, her chest heaving as her erect, throbbing nipples rubbed every so delightfully on the inside of her loose shirt.
Brooke's eyes were wide in amazement as her position between her mother's naked thighs offered a close up and obscene view of Morgan's stretched and straining twat. Slack-jawed, she looked up. "Does it hurt, Mommy?" She breathed.
Morgan closed her eyes and churned her hips, moaning sensuously and grinding further downward. "It feels so good," she sighed. "... so good..." She eased up off the ball just a bit and with a determined thrust impaled herself downward. A satisfied grunt escaped her lips and a wet squelching noise accompanied the ball's progress back into her juicy twat. A sheen of perspiration dewed up on Morgan's naked legs, adding to the glistening vaginal wetness trailing down her inner thighs.
"It's getting so wet! Brooke muttered as she struggled to maintain her grip on the increasingly slippery ball. The girl inhaled deeply, the alluring scent of her mother's cunt in heat hanging heavy in the air. She shifted her hands, left down low on the ball and the right higher up. The extended thumb of her right hand slipped into the firm, deep crack of her mother's ass, accidentally bushing lightly against the tender flesh of Morgan's clenched little asshole.
Morgan flinched in surprise. "Oh, god!" she groaned. Charlie had never shown any interest in backdoor antics, so this was virgin territory.
"Sorry," Brooke apologized, blushing red as she curled her thumb away.
"No... It feels really good, Baby!" Morgan purred, tossing her hair in a flirty motion. She turned to look back over her shoulder, her deep blue eyes locking with her daughter in a meaningful gaze.
Grinning up at her, Brooke took that sultry look as permission to continue. The girl licked her lips and tilted her head sideways for a better view into the inviting cleft of her mother's shapely rump. Morgan's crinkled little anus shivered, and clenched tightly, beckoning Brooke's attention. Her heart pounding with excitement, the cute blonde eased her extended thumb back into position between her mother's butt cheeks, gently rubbing, teasing the soft, crinkled flesh of her mother's rectal pucker.
"Fuck!" Morgan hissed, instinctively pushing her hips back against the steadily increasing pressure of her daughter's probing digit. "Do it! Stick it up Mommy's tight little asshole, Sweetie," she urged in a raspy whisper.
Brooke grinned, only too happy to comply in this new wrinkle of incestuous perversion. Morgan's hips ground in a circular motion and then bucked as the token resistance of her quivering anus began to falter. Her anal orifice puckered rapidly back and forth, then blossomed open under Brooke's insistent probing. Morgan sobbed with passion as her daughter's thumb slipped into the steamy depths of her hot, lustful shitter.
With renewed enthusiasm, Morgan once again looked down between her legs, assessing her progress on the football. While she was distracted by the energetic delights of coaxing her daughter's thumb up into her asshole, another inch of the football had plowed into her twat. Four inches in and the ball flared to about six inches in diameter. The swell of the football wasn't growing as quickly anymore, but the thickest part still remained.
Brooke's thumb wriggled playfully in the clutching depths of her mother's bunghole teasing that grasping fleshy anal rim. Morgan issued a lustful, enthusiastic squeal, giggling as she bucked her hips back and forth for the final effort. The laces on the ball scraped sensuously on the tender fleshy folds of her straining twat, adding to the stimulation.
At this point the football seemed securely wedged into position, trapped between the seat of the chair and firmly clenched in Morgan's obscenely stretched twat. Brooke cautiously released her grip. Slowly she tugged her thumb out of her mother's clutching rectum. Morgan mewled in protest, looking down at Brooke. Their eyes met and Brooke slowly slipped her thumb into her mouth, suckling on the talented digit, savoring the taste of her mother's ass. Then she slipped her middle finger into her wet, sensuous lips, stroking slowly in and out as she met her mother's gaze.
"Oh, you naughty girl," Morgan breathed, a shiver rippling up her spine. Brooke smiled and slipped her moistened middle finger into the crack of her Mother's ass. "Do it!" Morgan begged. "Push it in deep!" Brooke happily complied, pressing her finger in between the fleshy pillows of her mother's ass. The worming digit zeroed in on its target, finding Morgan's little rectal pucker still primed and ready for another anal invasion. In a single stroke, Brooke buried the full length of her middle finger into the steamy depths of her mother's eager shitter.
Morgan howled with lust as an orgasm exploded in her quivering pussy. Her twat clenched down tight around the invading football, the rippling muscular contractions squeezing down on the ball. A couple inches of the football pressed out of her cunt, giving up the hard-won progress. Morgan hissed in dismay, her naked thighs trembling in the throes of her orgasmic spasms as she bucked her hips, letting the weight of her body bear downward onto the leathery ball. Her rectal tract rippled, her anus desperately sucking on Brooke's embedded finger like a hungry little mouth.
The football plowed back into her fuck slot, reaching the earlier four inch mark and continuing deeper. Morgan gasped, a painful straining sensation sending a shock through her tortured twat. Brooke gently caressed her mother's naked rump cheek, planting a soothing kiss on her firm buttock as she slowly stroked her middle finger back and forth in Morgan's clutching anus.
Panting, Morgan took a deep calming breath and painful flare in the depths of her obscenely stretched pussy began to fade. The frantic hammering of her heart slowed to a more normal rate and she shivered, drenched in sweat. Glancing down, she stifled a gasp of shock, finding over half the football buried in her gaping twat. Six inches of the ball were fucked in deep and the lips of her trembling cunt strained around the seven inch diameter. Morgan squirmed experimentally and another inch of the pigskin eased into her aching fuck tunnel. The diameter of the ball decreased, bringing a measure of relief to Morgan's widely splayed pussy even as it burrowed deeper into the pink wet cavern of her cunt. The widest part of the ball was stuffed inside.
Instinctively, Morgan's hips bucked again, swallowing another inch of the ball with growing ease. She groaned as the football slipped in deeper, filling her twat, her tummy visibly bulging. She paused, unsure if she should continue. But the straining entrance of her cunt clenched down tight, wanting more, wanting it all. Morgan whimpered, watching helplessly as her greedy pussy relentlessly pulled more of the ball into her silky vaginal clutches.
"OH GOD!" Morgan moaned, feeling another orgasmic spasm begin to build. Brooke's middle finger slipped from the loving embrace of her mother's asshole. "Please..." Morgan moaned. Her daughter rewarded her mother's anal cravings, pressing two fingers up into that eager shit socket. Morgan's hips bucked as her cunt and anus convulsed in a series of frantic contractions. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably and only her grip on the back of the chair managed to keep her upright. A straining sensation filled her cunt and the touch of cool vinyl pressed up against her naked ass cheeks. Morgan blinked in disbelief as she looked down, watching as the remainder of the football was pulled almost effortlessly inside her by the convulsions of her insatiable twat. With a satisfied grunt she bucked her hips, leaving a slick vaginal smear as she rubbed her wet pussy across the seat of the chair. Her fleshy twat lips drew closed as the bottom tip of the football disappeared from view.
Brooke gasped, pulling her talented fingers from her mother's rectum with a wet slurp. "You did it!" she gushed in an awestruck tone.
Morgan nodded with exhausted satisfaction. Slowly she stood up from the chair, sticky strands of twat sauce dripping from her ass and thighs. Lifting the hem of her teeshirt, she inspected the results. Her belly bulged, distended by the embedded football. She winched, gently rubbing her fingers over her stretched tummy, suddenly feeling and looking very pregnant. A nagging sense of humiliation flitted at the edge of her emotions, suggesting that fucking a football might not be a healthy mother-daughter bonding experience. But those lingering doubts were overshadowed by an undeniable sense of pride and accomplishment.
Her straining tummy rippled with a growing muscle cramp, protesting the insertion of the football. Feeling the educational question had been settled and her point proven, Morgan tightened her abdominal muscles, attempting to squeeze the football from her cunt. The tip of the ball pried her vaginal lips apart, protruding outward just an inch. Morgan trembled with the strain, then gasped, panting with the effort. The tip of the ball retreated back into the enveloping folds of her dripping cunt.
Morgan flashed a reassuring smile at Brooke, who looked up with a concerned glance. Spreading her legs and squatting, Morgan strained again. A shimmering dribble of cunt cream drained from her pussy as her twat lips gaped, sticky streamers dangling and dribbling to the floor. The rounded leathery nose of the ball made its reappearance, peeking out of Morgan's abused and gaping fuck slot. Her thighs and tummy trembled, muscles straining as she attempted to expel the ball. Only a teasing inch of the ball poked its way out of her snug little snatch, her vaginal opening stretching in a failed attempt to expel the leathery object. Morgan gasped again as her muscles reached the point of exhaustion. She collapsed onto the chair, breathing hard.
Mother and daughter exchanged a look of concern. "Is it stuck?" Brooke asked, a nervous quiver to her voice.
"Just a little, I'm sure it's fine..." Morgan replied, attempting to put on a brave face. Gripping the bottom of the chair seat with both hands, she spread her legs and tried again, her face reddening with the effort. The stubborn football once more peeked a scant inch out of her overstuffed little twat before Morgan's endurance once again gave out. With a whimper she relaxed and the ball again withdrew into the clutching embrace of her juicy pussy.
"Can I help?" Brooke inquired, a look of wide-eyed alarm on her face.
Morgan nodded. "Try to grab it and pull it out," she suggested. Brooke knelt between her mother's splayed, naked thighs, hesitantly placing her hands on either side of her mother's cunt. Morgan groaned. She brought her hands down to her tummy, pushing on the protruding swell. The bulge of the football made a promising minor shift downward under the distended skin. The rounded nose plowed its way through the woman's flaring twat lips. Brooke attempted to close her fingers around the tip of the cunt-slickened ball, but it was like trying to get a grip on a greased pig -- or a greased pig skin in this particular case. Morgan sobbed and slumped down in the chair. The ball slipped from Brooke's ineffectively grasping fingers and retreated back into the depths of her mother's snatch with a syrupy wet sucking noise.
The Irish Setter put in an appearance, tail wagging, his wet snout pressing between Morgan's thighs as he conducted his investigation. The alluring scent of wet cunt certainly had the beast's attention.
"Tucker! No!" Brooke chastised, snapping her fingers and pointing accusingly at the canine. The well-behaved Irish Setter issued a minor whimper of protest, then with an offend toss of his furry head, trotted off into the kitchen to see what sort of snacks might be on offer in his food bowl.
Brooke returned her attention to the problem at hand. "Maybe if I can get my fingers behind the ball to help push it out..." she pondered out loud, turning her head sideways as she studied the problem of her mother's jammed up cunt.
Morgan nodded in reluctant agreement. Brooke eased her fingers up towards her mother's pussy and Morgan turned away, unable to meet her daughter's eyes. She stifled a moan and shifted her hips uncomfortably on the chair as Brooke's delicate fingers eased into her dripping cunt. First her right hand, then her left pressed into the constricted vaginal gateway. Brooke's fingers delved deeper, finding the embedded nose of the football and tracing up along its length, feeling the enlarging girth. Morgan's abused little pussy stretched as Brooke's wrists disappeared into the grasping vaginal folds. Brooke's exploring fingers found the start of the lacing of the football, pressing ever deeper. Progress slowed as the relentless grip of her mother's obscenely stretched cunt gripped down tight on the widest part of the football. Arms quivering, Brooke tried to push further. The skin on Morgan's tummy rose, revealing the faltering progress of her daughter's deeply delving fingers.
Morgan contracted her muscles, biting her lower lip with the effort as she bore down on the ball. But Brooke's hands and fingers, deep inside her mother's twat only served to stretch that quivering fuck slot that much tighter. The football shifted not a bit, and Brooke;s straining effort failed to push her fingers past the widest part of the leathery ball. "It's... it's not working, Sweetie," Morgan groaned as her efforts once more wavered. As her mother's tightly clenched twat relaxed, Brooke eased her hands from the depths of her mother's slippery cunt, the skin up to the midpoint of her forearms glistening with a coating of vaginal discharge.
Brooke looked up at her mother with a concerned gaze, pondering. "Could we maybe deflate the ball?" she offered. "Like pop it with a knife or something?"
Morgan looked horrified. The thought of an accidental slip with a steak knife up her twat was not an option to consider. "Absolutely not," she sternly insisted.
"Maybe we should we call a doctor?" Brooke suggested, running out of options.
Morgan shook her head. "Honey, I'm not going to the hospital with a football fucked up my cunt." Brooke nodded reluctantly, understanding the concern.
Mother and daughter sat in despondent silence for several moments, desperately trying to think of a solution. Then a realization finally jumped to Morgan's mind. In the birthing process, the natural contractions forced it from the womb. While inserting the football, Morgan had experienced a powerful orgasm. The vaginal contractions had almost pushed the football from her cunt. Maybe another prolonged orgasm could do the same. A glimmer of hope eased a smile onto her face as a plan began to form...
"Brooke, go up to the closet in my bedroom. On the top shelf there's a blue cardboard box. Bring that down here."
Her daughter hurried to comply. Footsteps pattered away up the stairs. A door opened, then closed. Hurried footsteps approached back down the stairs, announcing Brooke's return, bearing the mysterious blue box. "What's in here?" she inquired, her eyes glittering with the excitement of the intrigue.
Slightly embarrassed, Morgan lifted the top off the box. A couple years after Charlie's death, she had been overcome with a sense of loneliness and frustration upon trying to reenter the dating scene. She had briefly flirted with the notion of indulging in a lesbian tryst with a woman she met at the gym. She had even gone so far as to order some "toys" off the internet in anticipation of an encounter. But in the end she had lost her nerve and nothing had come of it. She had hidden the purchase in the box at the top of her closet, essentially forgotten until now.
Brooke peered into the box. Morgan lifted out a curious package, still in the original hard plastic clamshell package. Perplexed, her daughter looked at the odd collection of a long, thick rubbery shaft and several lengths of leather straps. Suddenly she blushed, recognizing the shape as a large, double-headed dildo. "Mom!" she exclaimed, stifling a giggle. Morgan gritted her teeth and tugged at the packaging, finally spilling the contents to the floor as the stubborn plastic peeled apart.
"Take off your panties," Morgan instructed, picking up the rubbery shaft and working the massive fake prick through an attachment ring that securely gripped the dildo at the midway point. Brooke hesitated, then reached under her short skirt to pull down her thong panties. Morgan held up the assembled strapon dildo, with leather strands and buckles dangling. The shaft was easily twenty inches long, featuring the unmistakable shape of flared cock head at each end. Past the each rounded head, the thickness of the shaft dropped to under two inches in diameter, but tapered back out to over three inches in girth as it reached the center of the double dildo. The surface was formed with exaggerated veins and bumps, adding an enticing if somewhat intimidating texture.
"What are we going to do with that?" Brooke inquired, breathless with anticipation. Once a girl helps her mother fuck a football, all the conventional boundaries have been shattered. Her heart pounded as visions of very naughty things danced in her imagination.
Morgan smiled. "You're going to fuck Mommy up the ass," she purred.
Brooke squealed with giddy, girlish delight, eager to contribute in any way she could to the ongoing incestuous debauchery.
At her mother's instructions, Brooke squirmed as Morgan lifted the short hem of her daughter's skirt and slowly began to press half of the enormous rubber prick into her tight little twat. The girl flinched, but then relaxed. Morgan looked up at her, pausing. Brooke took a deep, calming breath, then nodded. All of the preceding antics with the football had turned Brooke's pussy into a sweltering swamp of lustful anticipation, so the rounded head of the fake prick slipped into her tight vaginal depths with a wet, easy squelch.
The first several inches embedded without much fuss, but as the prick thickened in girth, a more forceful effort was needed. Brooke's hips bucked as Morgan pushed. The girl grunted, hissing in a sharp intake of breath as the shaft burrowed deeper, stretching her to her limits. With a final shove, Morgan buried half of the rubber cock in Brooke's tight little pussy, pushing the mounting ring and straps firmly against her widely splayed twat lips. Brooke turned as Morgan worked the straps around her daughter's thighs, waist, and firm bouncy rump cheeks. With a tug and cinch of the buckles the contraption was locked in place. Ten inches of hard rubber cock bobbed ominously from Brook's loins, the other equal half of the fake prick clenched securely in her snug, steamy twat. The prick tented out from under the hem of Brook's short skirt with a slight upward curve, seeming all the more obscene for leaving the garment in place. Brooke wriggled her hips experimentally, feeling the impressive heft of the huge cock swaying back and forth, churning the buried half ever so delightfully in her pussy. The hem of her skirt swished, revealing the enticing rounded curve of her naked ass cheeks underneath.
Morgan pulled a pillow from the couch and dropped to her knees on the carpet. She lowered her head to the floor, hugging the pillow for comfort and emotional support. She spread her knees apart in an open stance that parted the cheeks of her creamy rump ever so invitingly as she pressed her perky little ass up into the air. Her tummy bulged beneath her, the buried football still lodged deep in the depths of her wet cunt.
"Fuck me in the butt and make Mommy cum, Baby." Morgan whispered, swiveling her hips in an alluring motion. Her heart beat a nervous rhythm in her chest. This was her last hope. If Brooke could make her cum -- make her cum really hard -- just maybe that would help squeeze the football out. Maybe Brooke and that huge strapon dildo might just do the trick. It was a gamble, but at this point it couldn't hurt to give it a try.
Brooke shuddered as she inhaled a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Butt-fucking her mother wasn't the sort of thing a girl normally has on her bucket list for the day. Kneeling down behind Morgan, the girl carefully positioned herself between her mother's spread legs. Looking down, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the rigid shaft of the strapon cock, slowly stroking up and down its length. In her vulnerable and submissive position, Morgan whimpered. She swiveled her upturned hips in a lewd motion, all semblance of morals and self-respect abandoned. She flinched as Brooke's left hand settled gently onto her perky rump, fingers firmly gripping the muscular flesh, splaying her ass cheeks open. Brook's other hand skimmed up the length of the rubber shaft, stopping just short of the flared out cock head. Carefully she leaned forward, bringing the wide tip of the rubbery prick into position. Morgan shivered with delight as the cock head seated itself securely into the inviting dimple of her ass.
"Please... be gentle," Morgan cooed softly, meaning not a word of it.
Brooke began to push. Morgan wrapped her arms around the pillow underneath her, hugging it close. Her tight rectal pucker put up a momentary resistance, still playing the part of the reluctant anal virgin. Then she gasped, her head snapping up with a wide-eyed look as the cock knob plowed its way into the clutching embrace of her slippery rectum. Brooke stopped, her jaw dropping in amazement as her mother's rectal gateway trembled, the crinkled fleshy opening nipping like a hungry little mouth at the embedded cock shaft.
With an experimental surge of her hips, Brooke pressed forward. Morgan dropped her head and sobbed into the pillow as she rolled her hips up and back to meet her daughter's anal fuck thrust. Half of the rubber cock eased into that hot slippery shitter, gaining girth as it progressed.
"Go slow, Baby," Morgan urged, savoring the burning friction that was building in her bowels. Brooke pulled back an inch or so and then thrust forward, neither slow nor gentle. Numerous inches of hard strapon cock plowed relentlessly into Morgan's rectum. With a satisfied smile on her face, Brooke heard her mother stifle a lustful shriek into the pillow.
Panting, Morgan turned her head to the side, eyes glazed and a trickle of drool trailing from her slack lips. "Fuck me..." she murmured, "Fuck Mommy's ass like a dirty whore..."
Brooke swiveled her hips back, withdrawing the cock shaft until only the flared head remained trapped in the clutching embrace of her mother's ass. Morgan's rectal pucker bulged as the tip of the slippery prick threatened to pop free. She could sense what was coming. She turned her face back downward, tensing as she bit into the pillow.
"You want it?" Brooke teased. Morgan squirmed, nodding, waiting.
"You want it all?" Brooke demanded. Morgan's hips flinched in anticipation.
"Tell me you want it hard and deep, up your little whore ass," Brooke hissed.
"I do..." Morgan breathed, honestly admitting. "Right up my little whore ass."
"Tell me you want it to hurt," Brooke demanded with a grin.
"Please..." Morgan begged in a whisper, "make it hurt... all the way in..."
With a grunt, Brooke lunged. Morgan howled, teeth clenching down onto the pillow as that firm rubber strapon cock hammered into her aching shitter. Every fake vein and bump on the surface of the cock seemed magnified by the highly sensitive nerves in Morgan's incredibly tight virgin ass. The cock plowed in hard and fast, friction scalding the tender rectal tissues. The cock shaft thickened as it burrowed deep, the clutching grasp of her receptive shit socket slowly bringing it to a halt. A tear of joyful satisfaction trailed down Morgan's left cheek as she numbly savored the abuse.
Brooke looked down. Eight inches of the thick strapon cock were shanked into her mother's cute crinkled butthole. Two inches remained. The cute blonde thrust again. Morgan shrieked. A fleshy slap sounded as Brooke's wet pussy lips smacked up hard against her mother's quivering rump cheeks. Ten inches of strapon cock were now fully hilted in that snug little asshole, with the other ten inches lovingly embraced in Brooke's sweet pussy.
Brooke pulled back. A wet sucking noise arose. Morgan's pussy trembled, dripping juices in a steady trickle. The girl leaned down over her mother's back, lips nuzzling at Morgan's neck as she slowly spiked the full length of the cock shaft back into the eager rectal fuck tunnel. Morgan purred, churning her hips in a lazy circle. The rubber shaft bottomed out and mother and daughter clung together, lost in the moment of the loving embrace.
Unnoticed, canine paws padded on the carpet into the living room. Tucker paused, his head tilted sideways in confusion, finding Morgan and Brooke on the floor, locked together and squirming in an unusual position. Brooke's hips drew back and thrust forward. Morgan groaned. "Harder," she begged. Brooke was happy to comply on the next lunge, forcing a lustful grunt from Morgan's lips. The Irish Setter sniffed the air. The heady scent of wet cunt was overpowering. The canine wasn't sure what was going on between mother and daughter, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that the cute little blonde on top of the wriggling pile of female flesh was positioned in an almost ideal position for mounting. The hem of her short skirt rode up high, exposing the lower half of her naked ass cheeks. The Irish Setter didn't have a human appreciation of the female form, but he sensed that somewhere within those fleshy haunches was a pussy that needed his attention. Tucker's cock slipped from its sheath and began to swell in response. He laid his ears back and hunkered down low, stalking in a stealthy approach, using the furniture for cover.
Brooke rewarded her mother with another punishing full length stroke of the strapon cock, plowing into Morgan's slippery anus. That lustful rectal fuck tunnel had given up all pretense of resistance and simply took every inch, hard and deep. Morgan's hips bucked, meeting Brooke's driving thrust with an eager response. Pussy flesh slapped once again on quivering naked ass cheeks and Brooke held the prick fully embedded, churning her hips in a lecherous circular motion.
"You like it?" Brooke teased. "Tell me you like it when I stuff it in deep."
Morgan gasped in humiliation. "I... I do..." she whispered, blushing crimson.
Suddenly both Brooke and Morgan grunted in surprise as eighty pounds of Irish Setter came down heavy on Brooke's back. Tucker thrust his furry haunches, driving nine inches of thick, throbbing dog cock forward blindly. The canine prick powered between Brooke's naked thighs and found the ruffled, fleshy lips of her twat. The Irish Setter pushed, but found his entry blocked. The massive girth of the strapon cock had Brooke's snug, juicy snatch filled to the brim. Tucker strained, trying to force his way in, but the overstretched little twat wasn't prepared to handle two pricks at once. Frustrated and confused, the dog pulled back and thrust again, trying lower this time. His quivering fleshy cock skimmed between Brooke's silky thighs, providing some stimulation but no real satisfaction.
Tucker jostled on Brooke's back, locking his front paws around her ribcage and widening the stance on his rear legs. He pulled back and his furry, muscular haunches flexed, driving his hard cock forward. The tip of his prick pressed into the crack of Brooke's jiggling rump cheeks, skittered up and down, then zeroed in on the inviting dimple of her anus. The tip of his cock locked into place -- a perfect fit! The excited canine frantically began to hump, hard, rapid thrusts hammering his prick against the virgin resistance of Brooke's hot little sphincter. The crinkled flesh protecting the girl's rectal portal began to pucker back and forth, responding to the fleshy stimulation of Tucker's hot, stabbing cock.
"What's happening?" Morgan inquired with alarm, turning her head right and left in a futile attempt to look behind her.
"It's... Tucker..." Brooke replied, breathlessly, pausing to groan as she sensuously rolled her hips. The fully embedded rubber cock churned in her cunt and Morgan's asshole, and the Irish Setter's dripping wet cock tip ground ever so delightfully against her tightly clenched rectum. "Tucker's trying to stick his big doggy dick up my butt!"
"Tucker! STOP! Bad dog!" Morgan chastised, hopelessly pinned at the bottom of the squirming pile of female and canine flesh.
"NO! Good dog! Very good doggy!" Brooke countermanded. She moaned and closed her eyes, drawing back on her hips to roll her ass upward into a more accommodating position for the frantically thrusting canine. The Irish Setter cinched down tight with his front paws around Brooke's ribcage, causing her to gasp for breath. He lunged hard, back paws scrambling on the carpet for added traction. The instinctive resistance of the girl's clenched rectal pucker began to give way as she willed it to relax. She whimpered as the hot tip of Tucker's cock managed to leverage a slight opening. The tip slipped in and it was all over after that. With a long, slow stroke, nine inches of powerful doggy cock drove like a fleshy piston into the depths of her bowels. The prick throbbed, every inch pulsing in time with Tucker's beating heart.
Like her mother, the first stoke of a hard cock up the ass made the girl an eager convert to the pleasures of anal penetration. Brooke sighed and rested her body weight down on her mother's back, spreading her legs wider in gleeful anticipation.
The Irish Setter drew back, paused, then exploded forward. Brooke grunted, taking the savage anal fuck thrust with enthusiasm. Her hips were driven forward, spiking the strapon dildo back full-depth into her mother's ass. Straining, Brooke pressed back with her hips, carrying Tucker with her. She reversed the motion with a hard lunge, hammering the strapon cock home to the hilt in Morgan's anus. The forward motion pulled Tucker's prick almost entirely from Brooke's shitter, but the nimble canine wasted little time in rectifying the situation. Muscles contracted under his furry haunches and he brutally speared his rigid cock shaft into Brooke's vulnerable little shitter. The girl's firm rump cheeks quivered under the punishing impact. The powerful jolt transmitted through the girl and Morgan groaned as the strapon was pressed even deeper into her bowels.
Tucker took control. With an animalistic energy that neither mother nor daughter could match, the beast became a blur of reciprocating motion. He pounded Brooke's little shitter like a jackhammer. The girl could only stutter a series of unintelligible grunts in response "Uh! Uh! Uh!" But her hips told the true tale, bucking frantically in a desperate attempt to meet every one of Tucker's anus-plundering fuck strokes with an eager motion in return. Each of the canine's savage thrusts hammered in, full depth, his muscular haunches impacting Brooke's jiggling rump cheeks with a meaty "smack!" Every hard jolt drove Brooke's trim hips forward, creating a forceful lunge that spiked the strapon dildo deep into Morgan's anus, a perfectly synchronized choreography of mother - daughter - Irish Setter anal plunder.
A sheen of sweat arose on Brooke's heaving body and her short skirt had ridden up to her midriff, leaving her bare bottom fully exposed. Her tussled hair had come undone from her ponytail, spilling haphazardly across her face. She looked every bit like the heroine in Brooke's lurid pirate novel, after being passed around for use and abuse by thirty pirates.
Underneath her daughter, Morgan looked similarly worse for wear, fully packed -- front and back -- with a football jammed up the twat and a monster strapon dildo relentless pounding her puckered asshole.
Tucker thrust deep into Brooke's quivering bowels and held himself deeply embedded. The girl's anal tract rippled, muscular contractions clamping down and instinctively milking the huge, throbbing canine cock. Brooke squealed in alarm. "He's putting something else in me!" she cried, frantically attempting to buck the heavy Irish Setter off her back. Her efforts were to no avail.
Pinned underneath her daughter, Morgan could offer no assistance. She knew the Irish Setter's cock knot was beginning to swell, locking his prick in place for the grand finale. Her cunt and asshole trembled as she imagined the sensation her daughter must be feeling. Tucker was a large dog. His cock knot could swell up to the size of a grapefruit. Jammed up Brooke's tight but no longer virgin shitter, the intense stretching must be delightfully unbearable.
Brooke shrieked, then collapsed on her mother's back, sobbing. Then, slowly, she began to grind her hips, stirring new life into the massive dildo spanning from her cunt into her mother's ass. Tucker clenched down tight with his front paws around Brook's ribs and resumed his relentless thrusting. With his cock knot fully swollen, his range of motion was limited to a few scant inches. He drew back. Brooke's puckered little anus flared alarmingly and she squeezed down, desperately trying to expel the massive fleshy plug. But eons of evolution could not be overcome. Tucker was knotted up tight, and wasn't going anywhere until he pumped a hot load of cum into the girl's hot little shit box. The muscular canine slammed back home. Brooke's plaintiff sobbing tapered off, replaced by enthusiastic grunts of pleasure. Tucker's furry haunches pressed Brooke's perky little ass cheeks flat as he burrowed in deep. Then he short-stroked back and launched into a relentless, frantic hammering of the girl's sweet clutching shitter.
Brooke's teeth clattered with the canine's machine-like pummeling. She lay on Morgan's back, gasping as her hips thrashed. A gush of vaginal juices oozed from her cunt, trailing along the short path of exposed dildo before the hot, syrupy flow seeped into her mother's receptive asshole.
Brooked flinched, crying out in surprise. Morgan knew that could mean only one thing. Tucker was blowing a massive load of hot dog cum into the depths of her daughter's ass. The canine howled and bucked savagely. Brooke mewled and squirmed as another scalding cascade of doggy sperm lathered up her rectal tract.
The mental image of her daughter's sweet little shitter taking foaming fountains of Tucker's churning sperm was more than Morgan could endure. Her pussy twitched. Her steamy bowels constricted, clamping down tight on Brooke's jiggling strapon cock, drawing it deeper into her lustful depths. She squealed into the pillow and her cunt contracted with a violent orgasm. Her hips bucked and her twat convulsed again, pain and pleasure blurring as a multitude of muscles cramped in ecstasy.
The football in her twat shifted. Tucker thrust again, scrambling for purchase on Brooke's backside as his huge nutsack constricted and delivered another foaming load of cum up the girl's ass. Brooke giggled, almost mindless now and bucked her hips. The strapon dildo responded, grinding sensuously along the tender tissues of Morgan's convulsing rectal tract. The motion spiraled her orgasm to greater intensity. Panting feverishly, she arched her back and screamed. Her cunt clamped down, her entire body trembling. The football squeezed lower, nosing its way out of her spreading pussy lips. Another orgasmic contraction hit. Pain flared in Morgan's abused little twat as the girth of the football stretched her to her limits. Suddenly, with a wet "splorch!" the glistening leather ball popped free, tumbling to the carpet between her legs. Morgan gasped with relief, panting. Vaginal juices poured from her gaping twat lips, soaking the carpet with a savory, spreading stain. Her hips bucked again and her thighs quivered, threatening to collapse beneath her. Another orgasmic ripple shuddered through her, tapering in intensity. Morgan's chest heaved as she desperately sucked for air. Although relieved to finally be rid of the awkwardly embedded football, she felt a sense of longing, as if she were suddenly incomplete.
On her back, Brooke simply lay there, twitching as the faltering remnants of her orgasmic fit shuddered through her lithe body. And on top of her, Tucker panted, tongue lolling out on one side of his jowls, a very satisfied expression on his canine snout. He settled in for the long wait as his huge cock knot wasn't going to shrink until it was assured that every last drip and spurt of canine cum was safely planted deep inside his lusty little bitch. He jostled his rear legs, giving an experimental tug on his cock knot. Brooke groaned as he rectal gateway bulged. The attempt was futile and that huge cock wasn't going anywhere. Sides heaving, the Irish Setter settled back down onto the girl's back. The process of releasing her from his enormous cock knot could take up to an hour. He looked around, pleased as punch, happy to wait it out.
Untold minutes on the grandfather clock ticked by. Every so often, Tucker would make another half-hearted attempt to dismount his bitch. But her tight little asshole maintained a firm and loving grip. Finally, with a wet slurp, the Irish Setter managed to drag his shrinking cock knot from her clutching rectum. Her well fucked little shitter gaped, draining. Straining aching muscles, Brooke struggled to rise, pulling the massive strapon dildo from her mother's bunghole. Fiddling with the leather straps, Brooke finally managed to dislodge the other end of the double dildo from her snug little pussy, dropping the dripping wet rubbery shaft onto the floor and collapsing onto the couch as she massaged some feeling back into her shapely legs.
Morgan sat on the floor, a Mona Lisa look of contentment on her face, watching her daughter with an adoring look. Absentmindedly, Morgan fiddled with the football, slowly rolling it from hand to hand. Brooke smiled down at her mother, then gestured in the direction of the ball. "My turn..." she announced, spreading her alluring legs on the couch, offering her mother a shameless view of her naked pussy.
"Oh, Brooke, I don't know..." Morgan protested, convinced that her petite daughter's tight little snatch was about to bite off more than it could chew. A look of determination crossed the girl's expression.
Morgan sighed with resignation. "You're going to fuck the football if I'm here to help or not, aren't you?"
Brooke grinned and nodded, knowing the argument was over before it started. With trepidation, her mother scooted over to the couch, taking up a position between her daughter's invitingly spread legs and positioning the football nose-in towards the girl's juicy cunt. Reluctant thoughts faded as she got a close-up view of that juicy little fuck slot. Brooke scooted her naked ass to the edge of the couch. Morgan took a deep breath... licked her lips with anticipation... and slowly began to push... NFL leather nosed up against snug against resisting twat lips and the daunting contest of football versus fuck slot was once again on.
...A girlish squeal of excitement roused the Irish Setter from his dozing nap. Immediately alert, he perked up, sensing renewed excitement in the air. He glanced with interest from Morgan, to Brooke, then to the football in the preliminary stage of being stuffed into Brooke's naughty little snatch. Morgan knelt in front of the couch, focused on her efforts between her daughter's legs. Her naked rump bobbed enticingly back and forth, drawing the canine's eye. He sniffed, finding a pleasant, alluring scent of steamy pussy wafting by. His prick responded, slipping from its sheath and swelling into an erection.
The canine knew he hadn't yet worked out all the puzzle pieces. But he had learned this: When the football was in play, and the clothes came off, then the odds were pretty good that your buddy Tucker was going to pack his meaty puppy pecker into one of those puckered female assholes. And that... that my friends... is a far better doggy game than "fetch".