Dr Jenkins barely had time enough to process the gravity of the situation when the German shepherd male took a liking to her.
She whimpered as he sniffed her, pressing her back with a heavy paw as he looped around her. “Liam, what are you doing?” She thought to herself.
Then he licked her sex. Her eyes grew big as dinner plates feeling the male dog’s sweeping across her wet tender sex. “Liam no! I’m your father!” she screamed mentally, whimpering. But her son was too strong, and his animal desires stronger.
The other two bitches could only whine as they watched son sampling father-turned-bitch with his tongue like a greedy lusty dog. Jen closed her eyes tight, mentally struggling to rationalize and ignore the sensations in her leg, to remind herself how terrible this act of incest was. But if felt so good!
The thick wet tongue pushed in and out, the tip of it to tickling her now swollen clit with each pass. She would have cried if she could, instead whimpering in confusion. The pleasure was undeniable. The scent of her own arousal filled her nose, the wet squishing sound of the tongue lapping at her wet sex.
She opened her eyes for just a moment.
The two other dogs were staring at her. It was like a bucket of ice water to the face. Sudden shame and humiliation overcame her as she realized her wife and daughter were watching her humiliation.
As if in cue the licking stopped.
On the wall there was a large mirror she could sever reflection. She was a dog. A dog like the rest of her family. She avoided making eye contact with her family, turning her her to look to the right, only to be greeted by the profile of her canine body, reflecting back at her from another mirror on the other wall.
She could see the other dog behind her, the wild look in his eyes. Then that very dog rear up and jump on her back...