Becky looked eyes filled with her goatish lust. "Oh Momma when can I try you new goat cock, please Oh please, soon Momma Soon!"
Joan felt as if her whole life was gone to ruin. "Sarah, Frank, now Becky, and soon me she thought as Joan walked into the back door."
Feeling tired, Joan went up stairs to the master bedroom and laid across the bed. In second her tired mind slipped into a deep sleep.
Memories of the sex orgy of Frank and Becky ran over in her dreams. Her romp with Frank for four hours a few nights ago brought fond memories too. The dreams felt as if she was joing in the fun and was getting her first male goat hard. Ready for action she saw herself awaiting her turn to hump Becky.
Joan's dream continued as if on the 20th century fox big screen. She imagined Sarah and saw a big black goat with human hands stroking her flanks and his giant cock sliding into her vagina. Moaning, she heard herself moaning in sexual pleasure about a dream, and on the dream went!
Joan remembered the graphic detail Becky told her of different buck goats mounting. She remembered the techinque told to her by Becky of her most sensual moments.
Joan's dream turned back to her night with Frank that sent him back to the realms of goat life. She enjoyed her remembered views of his long slender red cock enter her slit. The ravishing feeling of it's movment inside her body. The thrusting and his lust being passed to her as each moaned in aboslute pleasure.
Again she heard herself moaning in sexual pleasure and did not understand why she could hear herself at all. It seemed as though she was awake and having sex. "This is all a wild sexy dream," she thought
as another moan seemed to pass out her clinched lips.
"Oh Momma, your even better that Frank!"
Eyes flew open as the realization of the moment shot threw Joan's mind. "Awake, get awake, what the Hell is going on, Oh my.....!"
Joan woke up, standing over her bed she was straddling Becky's groin. Red goat fur lay across Becky's stomac, chest and now face too. Looking down Joan saw her new buck goat cock out erect and deep in Becky's furry slit.
Becky laid on the bed, legs spread wide as her vagina had not yet moved to her nanny goat location. Becky's thighs were wider and much more like those of a goat. She was kicking in the air with her newest hind feet and cloven black hooves. She wiggled and giggled as her sex was pleasured by a goatshaft that was closer to one of a horse.
"Oh Momma do you feel it, Oh Momma your so big! I can't remember any buck as big as you, moan, moan!"
Horror struck Joan looked at her groin. A dark smooth brown fur covered her chest, belly, groin, thighs, and down what was in fact two hardy goat legs. Standing as she was on two pairs of black cloven hooves she felt somehow very comfortable.
A peering look over her shoulders saw a shaggy ten inch long goat tail swishing back and forth in goatish glee.
"Moan, moan, Oh Momma I told you that lust and sex brings on change. Hehehe, as you slept I snuck up here and undressed you. I saw that marvelous furry sheath and I had to stroke it."
"In second Momma the big red came out. Oh Momma it was as long as Blacky but your's is much more around. I remember watching a pony stallion mounting his mare and that shaft was like yours! I mounted it as best I could and after a few thrusts you rolled me over and started going at it but good."
"How long, Becky how long?"
"Momma you must be sixteen inches past the sheath, it's big!"
"No, no how long have we been having sex together, how long?" Joan was more tired now than when she went to lay down before.
"Ahh I came up here at four and it's nine o'clock, about five hours. I enjoyed it, Oh how I enjoyed it! Can we continue, you shot six loads into me and it's running out and around your cock now but i'm willing!"
Joan looked down and saw long strings of sticky yellow semen seeping out of Becky's furry slit. Joan's cock still erect and filling her slit to the stretching point.
Joan thinking as her womanly self started to pull out of her daughter's pussy. Then she spied her arms. Arms they were not, forelegs, hairy brown forelegs. Hooves, cloven and black in color she began to cry.
"Becky, down stairs on the phone pad is Mr. Flycatchers private number. Please daughter go now and call him! Tell him to come in the morning and bring his truck. He knows what might and now did happen, he'll pick us up and bring the three new goats to his farm."
Becky wiggled free and with the sound of a wine cork Joan's goat cock popped out of Becky's pussy.
Joan stood on hind legs, as her forelegs stood on the bed. Emotion too great to keep in she began to cry. Weeping, caused her to sniff and she went to make a sobbing noise. The sound of her cry changed and she heard her first goatial bleat!
Suddenly she realized her lips and face had changed. A goat in face and head now cried as she bleated. Louder she bleated till Becky ran up stairs to see what was happening.
A CRASH in the kitchen as Frank pulled free of being staked in the backyard. Up the stairs he bounded and burst into the room.
Becky grabbed Frank's head and neck fearing he might attack Joan. The growing buck goat only bleated in unison with his new buck friend.
The phone began to ring as a neighbor called and asked for a little quiet. Becky answered, her mouth now too changing and her lips thick made little understandable English to the caller.
Finally a slam of a truck door and Joan, Frank and Becky bounded down the stairs.