“Could you let buster out? Sometimes he doesn’t like the door.” Katy’s mom asked from the sink. Katy walked up to the back door and as she reached for the handle she noticed a bright red, shiny wet rod protruding from between his legs. He looked up at her, and before she could turn the knob he heaved himself toward her, knocking her down.
She pulled herself to her hands and knees trying to get back up, and as she did so Buster mounted her violently from behind and began pumping his erect cock at her. Her robe had been disheveled as she fell, and she felt his quickly jabbing cock find her pussy and slide in. She let out a loud noise—half moan, half grunt—as he entered her. After no more than a stroke or two he slid out, and she looked up to see her mom pulling him away by his collar.
“Buster, what’s gotten into you?” she chided as she shooed him away. “It must be all the excitement with you two being back. He’s never done this kind of thing before.”
Cal pulled off his headphones again, laughing himself out of his seat. “It’s nice to see you can get some kind of cock, sis. Wait’ll I tell my friends about this!”
“Oh be quiet, Cal,” said Karen. She turned quietly to Katy. “He didn’t… uh… get under your robe, did he?”
“No, mom,” Katy shot back a little too quickly.
Karen turned back to Cal. “Could you please take Buster out and run around with him to… burn off some of his energy?”
“Sorry Ma,” he shot back. “Gotta meet the crew. Later.” Cal shot out the door, still chuckling.
Buster loped slowly through his dog door, out to the back yard.
“Katy, will you be all right?” Karen said, her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. I have to get some errands done, if you like you can take a quick shower and come along with me.”
“No mom, that’s OK,” said Katy. “I’d rather just get some rest.”
Karen hugged her daughter, grabbed her car keys, and left, waving from the car as she pulled away.