What if having sex with an animal was better than with a man? What if this was the way it was meant to be? For the last few years, I had felt a rift g...ow between my mother and me. Oddly enough, it had started shortly after my sisters eighteenth birthday. I used to believe she had grown tired of me and my sister had now become her favorite child. But now I was beginning to think otherwise. The timing of my mothers change in behavior had coincided with my sisters eighteenth birthday. That could. When I became meaningfully hard, she stood, pressing her body, and particularly those breasts, against me."Upstairs this time!" she growled in my ear. Unusual. Normally the first fuck was on the sofa, or over the table, or on the carpet, but always in the living space. Bedrooms were for subsequent fucks, always sloppy seconds, or thirds. For the past few times, we had talked dirty during the bedroom fucks, about her being filled with cum when I pushed into her cunt. It seemed to work magic for. I got up and looked around at the chamber we were in, which was a rough-hewn cave of red stone, with a magnificent carved stone throne in one corner and in the other a roaring rust-colored fire, and the walls held myriad tunnels going who knows where, and small windows through which I could see the freezing wilderness outside the cave, which seemed to extend forever. ‘Good to see you up, lover,’ said Lucy as she approached me and linked her arms loosely around my waist. It was at this point. “If we have sex in the shower, then all the mess will wash away.”“I’m not so sure,” I said, hesitant to get all messy even if it was in the shower.“Look at it this way,” she countered. “You got your cock all bloody in me when I gave you my virginity. It’s not much different and this time it won’t even hurt me. Besides, my period’s almost over and there won’t be much mess.”That made sense to me, so I took her by the hand and led her to her shower. I started the water and let it warm up while I.