There were many times when I was convinced I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to do it anymore. The shame was too much. I was out of control.

Each time I reached this point of resolve, I ended up a bawling mess of snot and tears. I would curl up to rock myself back and forth, hiding away in a corner somewhere while my crotch blazed with a fiery agony that couldn’t be put out until I gave in.

Each time I gave in, I vowed it would be the last. I spent hours on the computers at school searching for ways to get rid of unwanted erections and what to do about blue balls. There was a wealth of information, but none of it worked.

I tried distractions. Think of something funny; think of something weird; think of something gross; think of your grandmother. My mother looked way too much like her mother for that last one to ever have a chance.

I tried exercise. Take a walk; lift weights; go to the bathroom; do jumping jacks; flex a muscle.

Not helpful.

Cold compresses, warm compresses, ice cubes, wait it out. Tried it.

The only relief was through release. Shameful, tearful release because all the visions in my head when I was pulling my prick were of my mother with Her eyes. The most disturbing image was the time I saw her in the field.

I was down on my belly moving slowly and silently through the grass when I heard the grunting. I recognized my mother’s sounds of desire and pleasure immediately, but the second’s were absolutely not my father’s.

The noises called to me. I needed to see even though I knew it was just going to add to my embarrassing collection of depraved images to debase myself with.

As quiet as a snake, I crawled my way towards the gasps and grunts on my belly and elbows. They grew louder as I got closer. My small, pre-teen erection hurt from the pressure of my body pressing and scraping it against the ground.

Gradually, I began to see skin through the blades of green that shielded my eyes. I pressed ahead just a little. Legs began to come into focus.

I scrubbed my eyes, unwilling to believe what they were telling me. I soundlessly crept just a tiny bit forward.

My mother was sitting up, straddling and grinding on hips, one of her soft, smooth legs visible on this side of the form on the ground. The hips and legs between hers were covered in a dark brown, solid coat of fur like an animal. What sort of weird pants were those?

Recognition punched me in the gut as my eyes traveled all the way down to find the feet. They were hooves like a horse.

I gasped, unable to hide my surprise.

They both turned to look at me - my mother and the thing. I noticed her bare breasts, flushed cheeks, sly smile, and knowing eyes, but only for a moment. I must look at him. He grinned back from a handsome human face beneath the two thick ram horns that sprouted from the top of his forehead.

I climb through the simple three-strand barbed wire fence that separates the neighbor’s field from the land my parents owned. The field appears empty. At one point the neighbor raised cows, but I don’t see anything now.

As I get closer, I can make out a Cocker Spaniel lying on the porch. I pray I can complete this mission without anyone in their house seeing me. From the edge of their lawn, I stop and let out a little whistle.

The dog lifts its head and looks in my direction. I whistle again. It gets up and begins trotting toward me with delight. I keep whistling.

The dog wags its tail as it approaches me. I bend down and make little clicking noises with my tongue to encourage it to keep coming. The little fucker walks all the way up to me, not an ounce of fear present. I pet it for a moment, really ruffle its fur and scrub its body. It rolls over and shows me its belly.

“Who’s a good dog?” I scoop it up and continue to pet it as I carry it home.

Its tongue lolls as it tries to cool down from the heat of the sun.

“Who’s a dumb dog?” I ask as we enter the house, and I close the door behind us. I set the dog down and strip off my clothes as Mother had…asked? Demanded? Commanded? Whatever it was, I aim to make her happy.

The dog sniffs around the foyer while I undress and fold my clothes neatly by the door that leads downstairs to Meisha and Johnny. My instincts tell me my nakedness is for Mother alone now. She will have me dress when I go visit them next.

I expect Meisha will settle in down there shortly. The nursery Mother put together for them is really quite wonderful. As she sees Johnny enjoying all the toys, she’ll be content.

Once I’m in my birthday suit, I snatch up the dog and trot down the hallway calling out, “Mother.” My mouth is suddenly so thirsty. How long have I been without one of her cordials?

My body trembles from withdrawal. Or is that just the chill of being naked? Either way, I have pressing needs. My nether member leads the way, knowing I have just acquired something Mother needs. There will be rewards in store for me.

“In here, John.”

I follow the voice into the kitchen. Over her rockabilly dress, Mother wears a black apron with little red devil horns on it.

Her face lights up when she sees what I’m carrying. She claps her hands together in glee. “You did so well, John.”

I take a deep inhale. She’s been busy cooking while I was gone.

“That smells amazing.” My stomach rumbles slightly, but I’m not after food at this point. Mother’s attention and cocktails are all the sustenance I need now.

“Do you approve?” She bats her eyelashes hopefully. “I’m just about ready to put this casserole in the oven. We can have a little fun while it cooks, and then you can take it downstairs for your lovely wife and son. How does that sound?”

I gaze at her with adoration. “Mother, you truly are amazing.”

She pretends to fan herself. “You’re making me blush.” From the counter, she picks up a glass filled with liquid. My mouth waters. There’s only one thing that can be.

“Why don’t you take this,” she hands me the cocktail glass, “and our little friend here,” she pats the dog’s head, “and wait for me in the office. I’ll be along shortly,” she runs a finger along my stiff erection causing me to jerk and groan, “to play with this.”

“Yes, Mother.” I waste no time taking a sip and disappearing from the room. When I reach the study, I close the door behind me and let the dog down to wander. I sit and relax in one of the chairs, sipping on my cocktail and stroking myself.

A few minutes later, the door opens with a slight creak. My whole body springs to the ready. I have another sip from my drink to help me remain calm and collected.

“Hey, poochie,” Mother calls out in her deep, sultry voice that makes my groin ache. The dog whimpers.

I turn and see it hiding in the corner as Mother approaches it. She’s changed into lingerie now. Knee-high leather stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, g-string. When my eyes reach her torso, they really pop out of my head.

Her corset top is cupless. The leather curves and supports the underside of each breast leaving them on display. I can’t take my eyes off her pert, hard nipples. My tongue sneaks out and licks my lips, wishing it could be licking her.

The dog sits still, its head turning as if it is looking for another place to hide, but its body doesn’t move as if it’s paralyzed with fear.

She reaches down, bending over at the waist and giving me a really good view of her backside. Just a string nestles between her smooth butt cheeks. I wonder what it would be like to nestle something else between them.

She grabs the dog by the scruff and stands up. When she turns around, I see that she holds a kitchen knife in her other hand.

Confusion tightens in my chest, but my focus is still on imagining what it would feel like to press my cock against her ass.

She moves slowly towards me, swaying her hips back and forth. The outline of her folds press visibly against the thin satin of her panties.

“Your wife never lets you do that, does she, John?”

“Huh?” I wonder what I missed with my attention so focused.

“Does she ever let you…play…with her…backdoor?”