I really want to be the "cow slut", I said Matt came in my ass and pulled his cock out. I stood up and looked at them both and said, "I really want th...s; we all know I need a lot of cock and we all REALLY want me to be the most depraved slut that I can be ". They nodded their heads in agreement. The next day I ordered the costume. The costume arrived and after taking it out of the packaging I realized that they hadn't sent the right costume. It took me a little while to figure out that it. Even though they were both hotter than a Texas parking lot in August, I held my libido in check. Until I had a better understanding of the mother/daughter dynamics involved, I decided to make haste slowly.Years of social trial and error had taught me the best way to clear the air between two people was to speak plainly. I liked to think of it as playing poker with my cards face-up on the table."Alice, we need to talk. Curious minds want to know, do you want us to have sex?" I said.My blunt. I gasped and closed my eyes, running my hands through his hair. We paused for a moment, both of us panting. I was the first to speak."Let's lay down on the bed," I whispered into his ear. He nodded and we slowly sunk onto the lush covers of the hotel bed.Chris was pretty much on top of me, kissing my stomach, then pulling down and off my dress completely. I pulled off Chris' shirt and threw it aside, running my hands all over his chest."Should I...?' I asked hesitantly; how does one request to. He could turn on a dime and plunge into the ice cold river with never the least bit of hesitation making him a great bird dog and in great shape to chase all the bitches he could mount in the city park.I remembered my Uncle thinking it was funny that his dog was raping any bitch he could catch and that he would sometimes laugh at their female owners moaning about how their little pet was being molested by a strange dog. I knew it didn’t seem like proper behavior even though animals didn’t have.