I was born in 1956 and grew up in a very unchanging and loving

surround with my Mum ( 32 ) and Dad ( 45 ), who were both

devout Christians, and my elder babe Virgin Mary ( 3 ). We lived just outside

telephone exchange British capital in a 4 bed detached house. My Dad had a well-paid

job with the polite service and was also a cracking gardener, recreational

photographer and DIY'er. My Mum was a housewife who worked

part fourth dimension for ‘ pin money'and excelled in preparation and dressmaking.

As kids we always had mass of pets - African tea, dogs, rabbits etc.

Our idyllic life suddenly came to an disconnected end when I was 12 and

my Dad suffered a stroke became and could no longer forge.

Subsequently my parents had to downsize and we moved into a practically

smaller 3 bed trailer truck with a diminutive garden. We had to give most of our

pets away but we were allowed to keep our newly acquired 12 week

old puppy ‘ Blackie'a black Labrador.

My Dad gradually recovered from his illness, though never fully, and

was only able to do fix chore. Over the months he did a lot of workplace

on the star sign and tried to imply me, but at that age all I wanted to do

was kick a glob around in the park or advert out with my mates.

My Dad tragically died of a nerve onslaught when I was 15. Looking back now,

I realize that 60 class was no living at all, although at the time he just

seemed like an old man to me.

I turned eighteen in 1974, met a young woman, got her pregnant, got married and

moved out. My sister eventually found her ideal job at an animal saving

refuge in Cornwall and moved there a few years later.

My spinner aunt, Anne, mum elder sister moved in not foresightful after.

15 old age later ( 1989 )

Mum, now in her mid-60's, decided she wanted to act down to

Cornwall to be approximate my sis and asked if I'd seminal fluid over at some

time to clear the loft in planning for the move. We fixed a particular date for

the upcoming weekend and I arranged to borrow a mates van to

make living easier.

I picked up the van Sabbatum morning and drove over to mamma

around 10:30'ish. Apart from a bit of decorating I'd done over the

yr the house was basically how my Dad had left it.

( The following dialog is not word for countersign, but roughly what was said )

Mum greeted me at the door.

"Hi Pete"she said, reaching up to buss me on the cheek,"Thanks for doing this for me, there's no way I could get in the pigeon loft. Fancy a cuppa before you start ?"

She made the tea and fetched a home plate of biscuits.

"Any idea of what's up there ?"I asked.

"I know your Dad kind of fixed it up to be a darkness room when he was doing his picture taking. But I only poked my headspring through the hachure once and there seems to be quite a bit up there."

I finished my tea and hunted bout for the terminal to unlatch the hachure and pulled the homemade loft ladder down. It was a bit on the unconvincing side but it adequately took my weight as I ascended it.

I felt rung for a light shift and found it just inside the garret possible action. I don't why I was so surprised, but when I turned it on the pigeon loft was illuminated in a red light making it front like an untidy cocotte's bedroom.

I went and got a 100watt light medulla and soon the loft was exposed in all its glory. There wasn't a neat hatful up there. The rafters had been partially boarded, enough to reconcile a homemade workbench with drawers and a chair. There were a few boxwood to one side which I made a start on and carried down to the landing where Mum was waiting.

"What's it like up there ?"she enquired,"Bad is it ?"

"No it's fine"I replied opening the offset of the boxes.

"Ooo, they're all yours and Mary's old toys"she cooed.

The other loge contained old clothes, various decoration that had gone out of fashion and basically junk. Mum sorted through the number she wanted to keep and I loaded the residual into the van.

On the next stumble I brought down the contents of the work top which was all photography equipment. Trays, bottle of fixing fluids, various former fleck that I had no idea of what they were, and finally what I thought might be a photo enlarger.

Mum said she had no interest group in any of it and that I could keep it or chuck it. I decided to bin it and carried it all down to the van.

"Were getting there slowly"I said as I went back up.

I opened the first of the three drawers. It was full of maybe 200 calamitous and white picture. At inaugural coup d'oeil they appeared to be mostly of our family or edifice, heyday, sunset and landscape painting etc, and I carried it down.

"They look interesting"said Mum, reaching for the photos.

"Put the kettle on Mum and we'll go through them."I said.

I took the drawer down to the living room and waited for Mum. When she arrived with the tea we spent the next hr or so reminiscing over the gem trove of old photos that neither of us had ever seen before.

"cover to work"I said,"Just a couple More bloomers, a death chair and the bench to break down. It shouldn't take long."

The next drawer contained Dad's old Kodak camera and a pair of empty-bellied picture record album which Mum decided to keep. The rear end drawer was empty.

I returned with a malleus and screwdriver to dismantle the work bench and discovered that after the behind drawer had been removed it revealed a avoid underneath containing a fairly thick brown envelope. Intrigued, I emptied the contentedness onto the work top.

"Fuck me"I thought. There had to be over twenty B & W photos of a woman being licked or fucked by a black dog. Unfortunately none of them showed her face though. That is until I got down to the hold up one which was a nip of the woman looking back over her shoulder with her face plastered with cum. It was only then that I realized it was my Mum in the photos.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My Mum was a very prim and proper madam and I'd always believed that being a Christian that she was a puritan. In fact thinking about it I'd never even heard her swear.

I'd never thought of my Mum sexually before and had certainly never seen her defenseless. But seeing her in these word picture I realized what a beautiful woman she had been.

I pulled up the chair and bed cover out the photo on the body of work top, sat down, got my cock out and started masturbating.

I was so preoccupied that I hadn't heard Mum call up to see if everything was o.k. ? and I was absolutely mortified when her head appeared the loft opening and shrieked"St. Peter the Apostle, what in hells name do you suppose you're doing ?"

"I'm so dismal Mum"I blurted out, quickly shielding myself from her and trying to get my rapidly shrinking cock back inside my jeans.

"Peter you'd substantially come down now, you've got some explaining to do."She said sternly.

I knew I was really in bother as she only ever called me tool and not Pete when I'd done something wrong. It felt like I was a misbehave child again. I snatched up the photos and put them in my dorsum air pocket, thinking that these were definitely going home with me.

Mum was waiting for me in the livelihood elbow room, arms folded across her chest and her left fundament tapping on the rug."Well Peter, explain yourself."

For such a diminutive woman, she was only just over five base tall, she still had the ability to strike the fear of god in me."I'm sad Mum"was all I could say hoping she would go for my apology and just throw it.

But she wouldn't."I shouldn't have to witness that conduct in my own family. What sorting of pervert are you that you'd let your own mother see you doing that ? And at your age"

"I'm sorry Mum."I replied. While all the clock time thinking please please stop.

"You've really embarrassed me"she continued, her vocalization shifting up a pitching."I should've named you Peter the deviate. That's the most sicken matter I've ever seen in my life."

I'm not sure how I got the courage to serve her back. I think something inside just snapped and I said"Are you sure get ?"

"How dare you talk back to me ?"she yelled,"I ought to take my hand to you."

As tyke both Mary and I had felt the stinging of Mum's hand on the cover of our legs, and that had always been enough for us not to retell what we had been punished for.

"Before you do that"I replied, now fully of bravado."You might have some explaining to do yourself."

"What the hell are you babbling on about ?"

I'd never in a million years do anything to smart my Mum and I didn't want to hurt her then when I pulled the picture out of my back pocket and handed them to her.

"You might desire to see these"I said in a sedate voice."Before you start casting aspersions."

I thought Mum was going to conk when she went all white and I had to help her sit down before she fell over.

"Where did you get these ?"she asked meekly as she started to cry.

"They were hidden upstairs in the loft."

"Your Dad told me the photographic camera didn't have any pic in it."she said between whoreson."I didn't know they even existed. Oh Pete, what must you guess of me ?"

cover to calling me Pete, that's a adept sign, I thought.

"I think you know what I think of you by what I was doing in the loft."

"But I'm your female parent Pete."

"You may be my female parent but you're also an attractive woman. And that you were having sex with a dog was so erotic."

"You're so lots like your Dad."She said wiping her oculus."Are you for sure you don't think badly of me ?"

"I love you so a good deal Mum, and admire you even more. You said I was like Dad, was it him that made you do it ? I mean, what I'm curious to eff is how it all started ?"

"Well seeing that you've already seen the evidence, and there's no degree in my denying it actually happened, I suppose I could tell you the hale fib. BUT…. This stays between you and me, right ?"

I readily nodded my correspondence and asked if I should put the kettle on.

"I think something strong might be called for, there's a bottle of brandy and some crank in the cabinet, be a love Pete and do the honours."

I poured two glasses and sat at the other end of the settee facing Mum waiting in prediction for her to begin.

Taking a fairly big deglutition of brandy, possibly for Dutch courage, she looked me in the eyes and said"Here goes."

"I think I'd just turned 46. I remember it was after your Dad first got ill and we'd moved here. You and Mary were still attending school day. I'd just gotten out of the bath one even, and wrapped in a towel I was bending over picking up my dress from the bathroom floor when I felt something frigidness and wet touching by bum. The following wink I felt a spit running up my privates and over my bottom. I whipped snipe quickly to see Blackie, our Labrador with what I can only describe as a grin on his face and his tail wagging twenty to the dozen."

"I think I might induce shouted at the dog because a few seconds later your Dad appeared at the door and asked what was wrong. I told him what had happened and all he could do was laugh. He said he wished that he had been there to see it."

"When we were in bed your Dad asked me outright if I would let the dog lick me ? I let him know in no changeable terminal figure that that was never going to go on. However when I went to slumber I dreamt about the dog licking me, and like most dreams it felt so real. I woke up and my heart was hammering and I was highly steamy. I decided there and then that I'd confront your Dad in the morning and see if he meant what he said about wishing he had seen it."

Mum took another swallow of brandy and continued.

"Your Dad was overjoyed and asked if he could catch it all on camera. I agreed, but only if the exposure didn't show my side. We arranged for it to charter billet the adopt Wednesday afternoon as I only worked a one-half day and you and The Virgin would be in school."

"When the day finally arrived I was paranoid that all the people I passed on my way back from work could tell what I was about to do. The feeling got so bad that by the prison term I got dwelling house I wanted to squall it off. Your Dad had a cup of tea ready for me and we chatted for a while and I eventually calmed down."

"Your Dad asked whether I still wanted to go through with it, and when I said yes he gave me a huge grin and went and got his camera."

Mum drained the rest of her brandy and asked for another. Looking me in the centre she asked"Are you sure you want me to stay on Pete ? You won't be able to unhear what I tell you."

arrival over to hold her deal,"I want to know ; in fact I'm dying to fuck. Please, please, please carry on."I begged.

Mum smiled then continued.

"I removed my shoes, tights and underwear and got down on all fours with my tail in the air and my head word resting on my arms. Your Dad lifted my annulus up over my behind then went to the back door to let the dog in. I was physically trembling with anticipation."

"Blackie came bounding in, saw me on the floor and licked my face briefly then moved round me and sniffed at my crotch. I could hear your Dad look at a pic then wind the film on ready for the adjacent exposure. I then felt Blackie bury his common cold wet nose between my butt as he began licking wildly at me.

I moved my human knee further apart to set aside him better accession and within endorsement receive my first ever orgasm."

Mum blushed and looked at me again."I can't believe I'm telling you this."She said as she took another drink."It must be dreadful for you to pick up what I let a dog do to me."

"Mum"I said, tightly squeezing her hired hand."I think you might have to go back to calling me ‘ Peter the pervert'because this is so exciting."

Mum let go of my paw and continued."I don't know why, but I expected Blackie just to gestate on licking me. What I didn't expect, nor had I even thought about was what he did next."

"He must have got bored with licking me, because the future thing I know he mounted me. I was so wet that he just slipped straight in, and ‘ Je-sus'was he big."

"I was shocked at first of all and judge to shin out from under him but he had his front legs tightly wrapped around my waist and was going at me twenty to the twelve. I could hear your Dad clicking away with his camera, the entire time laughing and saying ‘ Atta boy Blackie ’, and I eventually stopped struggling when I realized that I was actually enjoying it."

"You have to take in that I hadn't had sex for over 2 years. When your Dad first became ill the medicine they gave him stopped him getting an erection and he eventually lost his sex drive completely."

"Imagine my surprise, and delight"she continued,"When he unbuttoned his pant and offered his set up phallus to my mouth. Although nowhere near the size of Blackie's I happily accepted it, and in under a moment your Dad climaxed on my face."

"Blackie was still humping me from behind and I was starting to palpate a short sore and I asked your Dad to get him off me. Blackie bared his teeth and snarled but was no match for your Dad as he grabbed him by the collar and put him back out in the garden."

"I remained in the Sami position for a few minutes, exhausted but fulfilled, I eventually regained my breathing spell, if not my lordliness and composed myself."

"I remember your Dad saying ‘ Well that was a waste of time.'

Thinking that I'd actually upset him I began to cry.

‘ No not you love ; I forgot to dilute the camera with film.'

"I was secretly pleased, and I told your Dad ‘ you had your hazard, that was definitely a once in a lifespan thing.'

We expressed our undying love for each other and your Dad went and ran me a tub and made me a cup of tea. I had literally just sat down in the bathing tub when I heard your voice downstairs, apparently you had been caught smoking at school day and had been sent abode. I would have died if you'd been 10 transactions earlier."

"Oh my God, Mum"I said my eye spacious and my mouth hanging assailable."I certainly remember the knife lashing you gave me about smoke, but I can't believe I almost caught you."

"I'm glad you didn't. It's humiliating decent that you know about it now."she said"I couldn't see you keeping a secret like that then at your age."

"So that was your experience with a dog ?"I asked, not trying to enshroud my amazement.

The true ending to this story is yes, that was her one and only clash with a dog ( That she told me about anyway, though I 'd wish to think there were more. ). Mum died when she was 83 and up to then we never spoke about it again, although I often fantasized about it.

The phantasy ending might go a bit like this ……..

"So that was your experience with a dog ?"I asked, not trying to shroud my amazement.

"That was the for the first time"answered Mum, her face glowing bright red. I had many more after your Dad died. Your Aunty Anne also became involved after she moved in with me and caught me in the act one day."

"screw me"I said exasperated,"I suppose you're going to tell me my sister does it too ?"

"Not with click no. gymnastic horse are more her thing"answered Mum coyly,"that's why your auntie and I are moving in with her."

( I'm more than happy to percentage my phantasy with you. Just let me acknowledge if you 're interested. )