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She poked her tongue from her lips, and slowly lowered her head. She licked me. Her tongue slid under my cock, flipped it onto my belly, and drew along it from base to tip. I couldn’t believe it, and neither could she. The realization of what she’d just done clarified her eyes, and she paused, horror and uncertainty breaching her lechery. Then her eyes glazed again, the lust even stronger because of her self-debasement, and she beamed up at me, a maternal smile that I’d seen a million times, now corrupted with perversion. She lowered her head, and licked my cock back and forth, back and forth; canine kisses from the devil's dog. I gawked, staring in complete disbelief. “Good girl.” Lucy snickered, petting Mom’s head as she lathered me. Never in my worst nightmares had my mind concocted this image, and yet, here it was. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to imagine anything that would keep me soft. Images of Emily filtered unbidden behind my lenses. Images of her between my legs, licking my shaft like a dutiful pup. My eyes flashed open with a gasp, and my vision was filled with the reptilian eyes of the devil. “You will watch.” She grinned broadly, and the manacle that held my neck tilted until my head was aimed downward, forced to watch as Mom’s licks went from curious flicks, to impassioned tastes. She curled her tongue around my shaft, slithered it along my length, and rolled it about my head, taking her time to Scandal dip the tip into my aperture. I could feel the pull in my loins coming without my permission, the blood rushing in, the shaft swelling. I watched in horror as I became hard, and Mom eased herself back to let me stand proudly erect. Lucy chuckled lowly in my ear, her hands playing in my hair, her breasts pillowing comfortably against my side. “Do you want your mommy to suck your cock, Danny-boy?” Lucy whispered, her forked tongue flicking my earlobe. “You know I don’t.” I snarled. “It doesn’t look that way.” Lucy said huskily, one of her hands trailing down my chest. She took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinched, and twisted. I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself from expelling the sound, nor could I stop my cock from flexing in delight. Mom paused, tilting her blonde head at me in canine curiosity. “You’re like me, Daniel.” She said, a coy smile touching her lips. “At least half of him is.” Lucy snickered, pulling my tortured nipple from my chest, “Not a purebred masochist, but a mutt of sorts. Maybe he’ll join you as my second doggy, would you like that, Pet?” “Very-much, Master.” Mom nodded enthusiastically, then twisted her lips, “But… but only if I’m still your favorite.” “You’ll always be my bottom bitch.” Lucy tousled Mom’s hair, “Now, let’s bring the wayward pup back into the pack, shall we?” “Mom...” I begged again, though despair stole the desperation. “You can join me, Daniel.” Mom smiled sweetly as she elevated her lips to my tip, “You and I can be her pets for eternity.” “Can’t teen you hear yourself?!” I groaned as Lucy dug her indian nails into my nipple. “It’s the shame that is causing you such pain.” Mom looked pitifully at me, “I remember shame. It’s what made me hurt myself all those years ago. Let me take the shame away.” Her lips brushed my throbbing head, “Then you can be free like me.” “You’re a slave.” “And so can you be. Join me.” She muttered, then dipped her tongue into the drop of precum that had formed at my apex. 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