Birthday (5 page)

Rex spurted his hot cum and that made his
pistoning cock slide in and out even with greater ease. Rex,
however, did not notice any difference. His strong muscular
haunches would have propelled his cock even if my passage were to
be bone dry. I muffled my screams as best as I could. The pain from
my anus was undiminished. Each thrust from Rex's cock was like
another slice from a sharp knife.

I had never felt such horrendous pain in my
life. The pain of delivering Joe paled into second place that
night. Rex, my lovely Rex, brought me the deliverance his mummy
seeked. He slammed his truncheon of torture with unabated ferocity
in my torn rectum and suddenly my scream intensified as my body
betrayed my pain and I came. I was crying and sobbing both with the
unbearable physical pain and the mental anguish that Rex could give
me pleasure even when I wanted him to hurt me and cause me
pain.

My nose started to run. My face felt
drenched with my saliva, tears and snot. I did not care. I allowed
my senses only to seek the pain Rex's cock wreaked on my body. I
felt his huge thickness each time he bludgeoned it back inside my
ass.

Rex was insatiable. The tight anal canal
around his massive girth made him fuck me even with more frenzy. I
sobbed for another hour as Rex hurt me non-stop. I cried and
screamed as Rex slammed his cock in my painful rectum time and time
again. I came four times. My orgasms added to my anguish. The pain
remained unchanged even when I was coming. My body was responding
to pain, that I seeked and got.

I felt my senses becoming dull with my
incessant crying, intolerable pain and the ache deep inside my
psyche. Rex was cumming all the time he fucked me, slammed his cock
to the hilt and flopped on top of me. His crushing weight was a
welcome reassurance of his presence.

I felt his monster cock twitch and throb
inside my tortured rectum. I had stopped screaming but was sobbing.
My sobs were shaking my body as a child does after crying for a
long time. Rex looked at my face with his luminous brown eyes
boring inside my brain.

Rex started to lick my face. He licked all
traces of tears, saliva and mucus. I held him tight. Rex would lie
on top of me for a long time. My tight anus would keep his knot
inflated.

Rex placed his huge noble head by the side
of my face and we both lay there in a bond that had transcended
species. The silence in my bedroom was broken by occasional panting
sound from Rex and my sobs.

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I slept fitfully. I woke up sore and aching.
I saw blood on the sheets and my visit to bathroom confirmed that
Rex and I had managed to mark last night as special. I winced
through my morning routine. I put on fresh panties and cotton house
gown.

I started breakfast. Fresh juice, toasts,
scrambled eggs, pancakes, cereals, everything Joe liked. I did not
hear Joe enter the kitchen but Rex did. His heavy breathing of
welcome alerted me. I turned and expected Joe to hug me. Joe
started and then stopped. My heart ached. I pleaded with my eyes.
Joe smiled and covered the distance between us in two long steps
and engulfed me in his arms, "Happy Birthday, mum." His lower lip
was swollen and bruised.

I kissed my son back, "Happy birthday,
darling."

We both kissed Rex. He knew something was
special that day.

Joe kissed me on mouth twice and we both
smiled. My pain of last night evaporated in the warm sunshine of my
son's smile. Joe lifted me and put me on the kitchen top, "You just
watch, Milady. Your minion would prepare the breakfast."

My son's atrocious imitation, of old English
accent, made me laugh merrily. We were talking and touching each
other as we always did. Joe worked smoothly. I noticed he added
milk but not cream in scrambled eggs, deviation from my recipe.

He set up the table. I jumped down to take
chair but Joe held my hand and pulled me in his lap, "Milady's
throne is ready." I giggled. Joe and I laughed as if last night was
an aberration and forgotten. We finished breakfast and gave Rex his
customary well-toasted bread.

Joe and I agreed to go for a long walk. We
both went to change. We jogged, ran and walked, through various
routes in the woodlands. Rex chased birds, rabbits and imaginary
preys. We all were panting and sweaty by the time we finished.

Joe stopped at my door, "Mum, no chance I
can join you in shower."

I could cry. I no more worried about my
son's resolve, he would hold. I was not sure my resolve was as
strong as his. His sadness weakened me more than my temptation.
That reason to surrender would be unfair to my son. I smiled
sadly.

Joe waved his hand and roughed up Rex, "You
are luckier than me, Rex. You can always be with mum."

I whispered, "Joe, please."

Joe whispered, "Sorry, mum."

We were ready and watched an old movie. Joe
filled me with his plans. I saw his father in the sharp
intelligence. I offered my cent worth of legal advice.

I had booked the exclusive restaurant for
dinner and New Year eve but Joe held my hand, "Mum I would rather
have you alone with me then in a place filled with strangers,"

I nodded showing my understanding of my
son's notion, Joe added happily, "Bonus being I get to torture my
mum with my cooking."

I let out fake scream of mock anger and
pulled his hair with my both hands.

Joe had three bottles of vintage champagne
in chiller. Joe insisted I just sit and relax. Rex helped my son by
getting in his way and at times I collapsed laughing as they
collided, stumbled into each other.

Joe cooked seven-course dinner. He used dumb
waiter and heating cabinet to good effect. It was getting to be
six. Joe kissed me as he freshened my champagne chute, "Mum, we can
dress up as we would have if we were going out."

I agreed. I rushed up to my room. I did want
to show my son my evening dress. I had chosen a cream silk
sleeveless dress with sky blue pashmina Stoll. Joe had complemented
that I looked 'great' in this dress when I wore for his university
convocation two years ago. However, that night I did not wear bra.
I chose short-heeled flat fine brown leather strip-woven Roman
sandals. I wore the perfume Joe bought for me from Grasse, when he
visited France. I did notice silk draped over my large bra-less
breasts making them more pronounced than a bra would have done
lifting them up and outwards. I had no makeup. I never wore any
makeup, except rarely and that included just moisturising cream in
winters.

I walked to the lounge and saw my son in
blue suit with white buttoned down shirt and maroon tie. I had
mentioned that Joe looked 'phenomenal' in blue suits. I was stunned
how huge, masculine and beautiful my boy was. Joe was staring at
me. I walked slowly towards my son. Joe whispered, "Mum you are so
beautiful." He brought a single stem of rose he held behind his
back.

"Nothing compared to my handsome son," I
hugged my son. My breasts tingled as my son's body pressed against
my nipples. Joe kissed me lightly. I did not want my son to release
me from his embrace but we parted reluctantly.

Joe gave us fresh chutes of champagne and I
put the rose in an appropriate crystal long necked vase.

Joe had a mixture of classical alternating
with variety of songs we both liked.

Joe would take my hand and we danced when
suitable score came up. Rex was happy, he liked house full of
people. Joe was his 'daddy' in many ways.

Joe had the dinner served by nine. It was
wonderful would be an understatement. We moved from red wine back
to champagne. Joe and I danced. We both were atrocious dancers. Our
poor dancing became worse with each drink. There were some disco
type scores and we bounced like drug-crazed teens and laughed, we
both knew how ridiculous we would have looked to any observer.

At stroke of midnight Joe took me in his
arms and we kissed with no pretentions of restraint. We kissed like
two sex starved teenagers.

"Happy New Year, mum," My son whispered
emotionally in my mouth.

"Happy New Year to my wonderful son too,
Sweetie," I choked on my words.

We both sat down and had more wine. We
talked about our shared memories of past. I teased Joe with usual
mothers' stories designed to embarrass their children.

We both felt sleepy. Joe was leaving early
afternoon next day. Joe picked me up in his arms and took me to my
bedroom.

"Goodnight mum," Joe kissed me. Joe then
kissed Rex's forehead and left for his bedroom. I watched his giant
frame until he turned the corner.

Rex and I sat on the bed thinking. I had
changed into my sleeping attire, panties and nothing else. Rex put
his handsome head in my lap. I sat for twenty minutes and made up
my mind, "Rex, sweetie, let's go and sleep with daddy."

Rex let out a soft bark and followed me. I
entered my son's bedroom. Faint light from corner floor indicator,
showed he was in bed and awake. I reached my son's bed and asked
timidly, "Joe, can Rex and I sleep with you?"

Joe lifted the duvet and I slid in. My son
was sleeping in his shorts. Rex jumped and took the foot end of the
huge bed. I sleep on my left side and that took me away from Joe. I
snuggled back into my son's body. His arm came over me and his huge
manly hand filled itself with my large soft breast. I put my hand
on my son's and pressed it firmly against my breast. Joe buried his
face in my hair, "I love you mum."

Peace and sleep descended on me. I slept
like a baby safe in its parents' arms.

I woke up to see my son's beautiful face
watching me sleep. His hand was still resting on my breast. Joe
kissed me good morning. I pulled him down. Joe understood and slid
back to lie along side me. He put his both arms around me, and his
hands covered my breasts. Joe pulled me back tight against his body
and we both lay enjoying the post sleep lazy snooze.

Eventually we were forced to get up. I
kissed Joe and said softly, "Honey, you get ready. I will get
breakfast going."

I put on my house gown from my room and
table was laid out by the time my son arrived. He looked
devastatingly handsome in blue jeans and white polo tee shirt.

I cried when Joe hugged me at airport. Joe
kissed me openly not caring who looked. I had to let go of my son
eventually and he vanished in the express first class lane for
security.

Rex whimpered as Joe kissed him.

Rex and I walked slowly inside our huge
mansion. Suddenly I felt lonely. I was used to being alone but
never felt lonely. Rex barked as he felt my shoulders droop. I
looked at his beautiful giant face and dark brown eyes that seem to
convey an assurance I failed to grasp.

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Chapter 5

2010

Joe became busy in setting up the business
he planned. His calls were brief and infrequent. Rex and I became
closer. Rex with each passing month became calmer and his sexual
desires increased.

One morning I was brewing coffee and juicer
whirred noisily. Rex pushed his nose between the crack of my
panty-clad ass. I was wearing nothing else. My pussy and ass was
full of Rex's cum and my sex juices from last night. I smiled and
knew Rex was not going to wait. I pulled my panties off. I had
never had Rex mount me while standing up, but I knew my loving Rex
would adapt. I bent on the kitchen top and pushed my ass back. Rex
rose like a giant he was and he planted his massive paws on either
side of me on the work surface. His cock was unsheathed in seconds
and he found my cunt in one attempt. I moaned as Rex started to
fuck me with his usual panache. I felt the hot cum spurting against
my cunt walls and Rex's knot swell to an enormous girth.

Rex hunched with lightening speed. I came on
every tenth thrust like clockwork. Rex had started to last longer
and I loved the force he impaled me with. Rex licked my back and
fucked me with furious speed. My moans 'shook', as did my body.
Rex's muscular body slammed his enormous cock inside me, the flat
tip of his cock pushing my cervix deeper with each thrust. My
repeated orgasm made my lower belly ache. Rex growled softly and
slammed his cock to the hilt and his haunches shuddered as we
locked. My body trembled with the excess of lust filled climax. Rex
took all of twenty minutes to relax and his cock slipped out once
his knot softened. I let Rex lick mixed cum from my overflowing
cunt making me cum again.

Rex and I would make love every night. Rex
and I most mornings would land up fucking either in bathroom or in
kitchen.

Since my teenage years exercise always made
me horny. I would let Rex take me the moment we walked inside the
house after long walks.

Joe rang one night late and updated me. I
was surprised how world wide net enabled my son to transform a
failing company into a roaring successful business in short
time.

We both avoided talking about Jenny. Rex
barked into phone when Joe talked with Rex. I smiled indulgently as
my two 'boys' horsed around on telephone.

I was hot just by hearing my son's voice.
Rex sensed that. Rex could sense my any change in my sexual desire
within a nanosecond. I pulled my skirt up and pulled my panties
off. I draped myself on the back of the sofa. Rex licked my anus I
offered him by parting my wide full hips. Rex's warm tongue had
magic touch and my anal ring relaxed in few moments. Rex shoved
almost two inches of his rough tongue inside. I moaned loudly.

"Rex fuck me please," I encouraged Rex by
patting my ass. Rex climbed over my bent body. His rock hard huge
cock jabbed twice and missed but third time he found my ass. I
screamed as his pink thick long cock stretched my anus wide open
and Rex slammed his full length inside my rectum. Tightness of my
rectum delayed his knot by few strokes. Once his knot formed my
screams were louder. Rex fucked me hard and fast, only speed he had
and used.