This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them.

This is a bestial story.

This is a story around a mother, Quintessa (Tess) and her daughter, Rosa. Quintessa is 39 and Rosa is 18. Both women have dark hair. Quintessa’s hair is black and long while Rosa’s is a dark brunette and shoulder length. They are both about 5’ 5” tall and trim figures. Quintessa’s breasts are a still firm B-cup and Rosa’s are a youthful firm C-cup. Both have kept their pussies clean shaven.

Quintessa’s hair and facial features reflect her Latin ancestry, which was a major attraction for Rosa’s father when they met in college. Quintessa was an only child to older second-generation immigrant parents who had “made it” by securing available, depressed farm land and adding to what her grandparents had started. When she married Rosa’s father after they graduated from college, she had every intention of living the middle-class, suburban life with professional careers. That all came crashing down when they divorced shortly after Rosa’s birth and she was threatened to never try to contact the girl. She survived only by returning to the family farm and throwing herself into it with an obsession after her older parents wanted to retire and move closer to other family near the city.

Rosa’s father was raised in a very conservative religious family. Quintessa’s fiery, earthy spirit had been enticing to the young man whose experiences had been constricted his entire life. His ***********ion of a wife was the source of persistent trouble and dissent with his family and may have been doomed from the beginning. He had mistakenly seen her fiery spirit that might somehow be experienced while somehow molded into the constrictive religious life he knew. Her attitudes toward sex, and later “perversions” of sex, were ignored until he caught her … sex with the dog was too much. The conservative laws of the state could have put her in jail, humiliated the family, and put a stigma on the family for years. Rosa was raised in the kind of religious strict environment, like her father, along with four other siblings by a second wife who conformed to the same practices.

Rosa hadn’t known about Quintessa. Rosa’s name had been a mystery to her. Why did she have a Latin name when her siblings had vanilla names? Why did she have such a different, fiery spirit that chaffed at the religious chains they attempted to constrain her with? When she rejected the abstinence oath, found a source for birth control pills, and became sexually active, she finally heard the words, “You’re nothing but a perversion to God like your mother!” Her mother? Then her ‘mother’ wasn’t her father’s wife? Then who is her mother?

MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS: QUINTESSA & ROSA

The phone chimed as Quintessa was busy preparing her dinner. Having been alone for so long, she had become proficient at preparing small dinners, not that they took much less time to prepare. She grabbed her cell phone from the counter absent-mindedly without looking at the screen. “Hello?”

“Mom?”

Quintessa laughed heartily, “Girl, do you ever have the wrong number.” She punched the key to end the call. Mere moments later, her phone chimed, again. She looked at the number this time and didn’t recognize it. “Yes?”

“Mom, it me, Rosa.”

“No …” She abruptly ended the call. When a moment later, her phone chimed, again, she let it go. Eventually, it stopped. Because her hands were often busy on the farm, she didn’t have her phone set to go to voice mail after only a few rings. So, it took a while. At least it seemed to. But the phone chimed, again. It was the same number.

Before she could say anything, she heard the girl’s voice, again. “Mom … is this Quintessa Sanchez?”

“Yes. Is this really you, Rosa? If it is, I can’t talk to you.”

“Mom, it is me. And, you can talk to me. I turned 18. I just graduated from high school. I’m leaving this place. I hate it. I hate them.”

“Well, girl, if you’re my daughter, I ‘d tell you not to hate people. Hate isn’t something you want to wrap around you.”

“I understand, but … I’ve looked so long for you.”

“How did you find me? Certainly, your father didn’t help.”

Rosa laughed, “No … when they took away my internet privileges, it got harder but …”

“Wait, they took … why did they do that?”

Rosa sighed deeply, “Sex … God, these people are backwards. Do you know they have a chastity vow you’re supposed to make?”

“Did you?”

“No! How Medieval is that, anyway? I found my own birth control pills and they found them. I had to tell them I was having sex. That’s when it really hit the fan.”

“Then how did you find me without the internet?”

“Genealogy or at least that’s what I called it. They took away my internet and they thought I might be coming around when I started spending hours at the library.”

“They didn’t realize libraries have computers and the internet?”

Rosa chuckled, “Apparently not. In his rage, dad dropped little things about you because you were clearly the source of my wickedness. I added them all together, including your name, that was a real mistake for dad. One of the librarians was very helpful. I think she was excited to find a young person so interested in tracing roots. She was the one who got me into the records of land ownership in your state. Then, I just went county by county. Like I said, it took a while. I had to find the marriage license for you and dad to get your last name. When I found you, I had to trace back for a birth certificate to be sure, then trace back property to your parents and theirs. When I had all that, I was sure. Then I paid a site to get you phone number and address. I even found you on Google Earth.”

“So, you know I own a farm. You’ve spent your life in the city.”

“I found you. I want to see you. I want to talk. Maybe … who knows … isn’t it worth the chance?”

Quintessa sighed. It’s been what? About 16 years? “Yes, it’s worth the chance. Rosa … I never stopped wondering about you. I’m sorry …”

They talked regularly after that. Rosa would spend more time at the library but now she sat on the bench just inside the door and talk to the mom she hoped to meet and get to know. It finally happened, too. Quintessa finally agreed but Rosa had to make the decision and take the action. She couldn’t go there and bring her back. She didn’t know what Rosa’s father might do if that happened. Instead, Rosa would have to take the step herself to tell them she was leaving. She could fib about where she was going, but she had to do it. That way it would be her decision fully. If she took the step, though, there would be an open ticket at the bus station waiting for her.

Days later, when Quintessa got another call from Rosa telling her she was on the bus, her hands shook. She was finally really going to be with her daughter, again.

Quintessa stood outside the little bus station in the closest town with one, nearly two hours from the farm. The bus was late but she was told that wasn’t unusual, sometimes they were early and sometimes they were late. She shifted on her feet from one to the other, she wandered around the building inside and out and looked at the big clock for about the millionth time. Then she heard it, then she saw it as it lumbered down the town street, the largest thing the street might experience besides one of the tractors at harvest time or a semi-truck hauling out the grain.

When the door opened and the driver put the step down, she stood more anxious than she had for anything in a very long time. Then she saw her. How could she know, but she did. Rosa looked the way she imagined she would. The young woman stepping down from the bus looked like her. Not exactly like her, but ‘like’ her … like a daughter to her mother.

The same thing happened to Rosa. She had gathered her stuff into her backpack as the bus rumbled through the town. When it pulled to the side of the street in front of the little building, she craned her head to see, but they were too high and too many other passengers were milling around, though few were likely to be getting off except to stretch their legs at the stop. As she stepped down from the bus, she saw her standing next to the building on the other side of the sidewalk. Dark long hair, big hoop earrings, wearing a loose peasant-style blouse and skirt. But it was mostly her face … the olive skin, the dark eyes, and the mouth. As she had investigated her background, found her mom’s last name, Sanchez, she knew she was Latin, now she could see it.

They hugged like each was trying to pull their two bodies into one. They gathered Rosa’s two large suitcases and wheeled them to the parking lot where they stopped at a large, dust covered pickup. Quintessa hefted one into the back like a bale of hay. Rosa stood and marveled at this attractive woman’s easy strength and movement.

Quintessa noticed and smiled, “The farm is hard work.” She stood in front of her new-found daughter and put her hands on her shoulders before attacking the second case. “If you decide you can stay, you’ll find the days long and full … but the joys from the life are immense, simple, and pure.” They hugged again before the two of them muscling the largest case into the truck bed.

The two hours in the truck through the countryside was filled with talk between them. Sometimes it was Rosa marveling at the landscape, the fields of corn and soybeans, the cows, horses, and cattle, and the distances between farmsteads. A lot of the time it was Quintessa asking for details about Rosa’s growing up, her experiences, more information about why she ‘hated’ her life. A quiet settled inside the cab as Quintessa began taking more turns from state road to county to township, from paved to gravel roads and miles of dust raised behind them like a rooster tail of water from a speeding boat.

Then, Rosa partially turned, “Is it true?” Quintessa glanced over questioningly. “Is it true about the dog? How dad found you and what blew everything up?”

Quintessa knew this was coming, that it was going to come at any rate. If the girl would be on the farm, it wasn’t something that could be hidden. She nodded. Her hand swept in front of them as she drove. “Right or wrong … there isn’t much out here. It’s not like there are boys across the street, at the corner, everywhere … growing up there might be a boy your age a mile or two away, maybe as the crow flies across the fields. A curious girl might find herself experimenting. She sees it all the time during mating seasons … dogs, cows, cattle, horses … sex on the farm is as common and obvious as the corn, hay, or beans growing.” She glanced to the side, away from the young woman in the other seat. “Yes … yes, it’s true. I had done that exact experimenting, then more. When he brought that mature dog home and spent such long days away at work … it just happened.”

Rosa was quiet. Quintessa stole a nervous glance. The young woman was working on something and she decided to let her work it through at her pace. Then, when she turned, there was a bright light of interest and curiosity in her eyes. She shifted in the seat as much as she could with the seatbelt fastened, “Did grandma do it, too?”

Grandma. Quintessa felt her heart swell. She smiled, “She was the one who told me it was natural to want to experiment when she found me watching a dog mating a bitch. She said a loving man satisfied a deeper yearning … but any cock could satisfy an itch.” She stole another look and found Rosa looking directly ahead out the windshield with a smile on her face and nodding.

“You were brought up free and that got stifled.”

“Your father saw some of those free attitudes in me and seemed to yearn for it, too. But, when it came down to it, he couldn’t handle it. He reverted back to condemning me rather than sitting down and trying to understand. Given the chance, I might have changed if he could’ve given some. As it was …”

There was a sadness in her voice, but then she pointed ahead down the dirt road. All Rosa could see ahead was more fields and pasture except for a large cluster of cottonwood trees in the distance. She pulled her eyes away and looked at her mom whose face was no longer reflecting the sadness of her voiced words. Her eyes shined, her face was relaxed, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly as they approached. Rosa turned her gaze back to the clump of trees excitedly.

When the truck stopped near the house, Rosa eased her way out to stand on the hardpack dirt as if any sudden moves or action would wake her out of a dream instead of reality. Her only view of a farm had been movies, TV, and what was visible from major highways. Now she stood in the midst of one … her mom’s … her real mom’s. She felt a hand on her shoulder … finally … the real mom she had dreamed about, yearned for, searched for … and she was so much more than what those people hated her for … a woman with a spirit that couldn’t be contained.

Quintessa was pointing out what she would discover later in more detail and familiarity. The house was a simple three-bedroom ranch with a small basement she used as a root cellar but was intended for tornado protection. The large barn to the left and a corral behind and to the side, which was empty. Beyond the corral was a large pasture where a few horses and cattle were seen before the land rose to a small hill and disappeared to the other side. All around them for as far as she could see, it seemed, was fields (rotated corn and soy beans, she was told). Still surrounding the hardpacked dirt yard in front of the barn was a hog pen and shed. A chicken coop was between the barn and house but it seemed there were more chickens pecking the ground outside the coop than inside. Then, she heard the barks. Not angry barks or warning barks but excited, greeting barks. She followed the sound to find three dogs racing through the pasture on a bee-line for them. One was a German Shepherd Quintessa bought but the others were Coon Hound mutts that wandered in and stayed. The dogs excitedly milled around Quintessa for pets, then sat obediently when told to so Rosa could bend down to greet each one. It struck Rosa how they were never allowed to have a dog for a pet. A knowing smile crossed her face as the reason sank in.

They talked a lot, but over the first couple days, Rosa was also shown how much work there really was on the farm but happily took up whatever chores she could manage. She also learned little things about Quintessa and this new life. Quintessa slept naked and rose naked. Rosa found her in the kitchen the first morning fixing breakfast and drinking coffee … naked. The next morning, Rosa joined her and felt a freedom of expression that simple act represented. When she dared to leave her bedroom at the sounds of activity in the kitchen down the hall, she tentatively moved in that direction hoping the previous morning wasn’t the anomaly.

Rosa walked up behind her mother and took her carefully in her arms from behind so as not to scare her at the stove. The feeling of her mother’s naked body pressed against hers was exciting and invigorating. To walk naked in the house was something she would have never dared before. Quintessa topped that. She reached up into a cupboard and took down a bowl.

“Good morning, dear. I need some more eggs. Take this out and search for eggs. Check the hay in the barn, too.” She turned to face the daughter she had dreamed about, staying in her arms, their naked breasts pressing against each other. “Free-range chickens mean it’s a hunt to find where they lay the eggs.” She smiled and patted her on the hip.

“Outside? Like this?”

Quintessa chuckled, “Honey, you do what’s comfortable around here. Put a tee-shirt on or clothes or stay like that … I would. Nobody is due here today.”

Rosa picked up the bowl and stared at it, then glanced at her mom who was pulling bacon strips off the slab. Rosa shrugged and walked out the back door and turned left for the barn. If walking around the house had felt liberating, crossing the lawn from the back to the hardpack dirt in front of the barn was both intimidating and heart soaring. She couldn’t help but stop in the open and look all around. The horses and cattle in the pasture, the planted fields, the birds in the air and in the trees, and the dogs bounding toward her from the around the other side of the barn. She bent down to pet each of the dogs, then headed for the barn, stopping at the large open door when she spotted a lone egg nestled in some stray hay. After nearly filling the bowl, she exited the barn and found herself almost forgetting that she was naked until she felt a sudden breeze caress her private parts, teasing her nipples and pussy.

It also took those two days for the question to be raised by Rosa. Meeting the dogs outside naked encouraged her. It was, after all, like a cloud hanging over everything. As they drank another mug of coffee after breakfast, Rosa blurted it out, “I want to try the dogs.”

Quintessa smiled wryly, “Try them?” She knew what Rosa meant, though. She smiled and nodded. There was nothing more said about it. Until later … until lunch break. Quintessa casually inquired about the earlier declaration Rosa made to confirm her intention was real after time to consider it. She then explained how different a dog was in mating, how the cock was shaped, the knot that formed at the base, the action of intensity, the feel of the waterier cum. Rosa was almost shocked by the discussion. Quintessa was so open and matter-of-fact about it all. Sex with a dog was sex, a means to relief of a bodily need and gratification. Listening to her, Rosa had the distinct feeling that this was merely something that was a private experience, not a perversion to shock or rebel against societal convention but a natural function between male and female, just trading a human female for a canine bitch. She was still all in, though, if not quite nervous.

Rosa had begun wearing the same simple, button-up, loose style dress made of thin material that Quintessa wore. It was something that could be opened as much as needed for air flow but protected the skin when bumping into the animals, lifting hay, etc. And, like Quintessa, she was naked underneath. So, when Quintessa was satisfied Rosa was serious and ready, she led the way to a spot underneath an apple tree in the backyard. She whistled for the dogs and began unbuttoning her own dress. Rosa quickly followed suit.

Naked, she looked intently at her daughter. Internally, she shook her head. Rosa had been with her only a couple days and already she was joining her to be mated by the dogs. But she didn’t feel perverse about it, she felt like a very intimate experience was being shared, a sharing that was shared to her at about the same age … maybe younger.

Quintessa raised a hand to cup a breast of Rosa’s and looked into the younger woman’s eyes. “You are beautiful, Rosa. I love your body.” She leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. She had never experimented with another woman. She wondered if Rosa had in her search for sex. She kissed her again and decided to go for it, “Maybe … sometime … you’d let me explore your body?”

Rosa’s reaction was instant and startling. Rosa pulled her mom into a tight embrace and kissed her back hard, her tongue joining into the kiss and Quintessa responded. Gasping, Rosa responded, “Oh God, yes … I … I want that, too. I want everything … anything. I feel like I have stepped into a world where nothing is easy … certainly not lazy … and everything is wonderfully new and exciting. Yes … yes, we can explore each other together!”

Quintessa smiled and kissed Rosa, again. The dogs were now milling around the two naked women, their snouts raised, sniffing the scent of arousal familiar to them, but for the first time there were two females giving off the scent.

The German Shepherd was now inches from her pussy, sniffing intently at the familiar scent and meaning of his master’s nakedness. Quintessa’s hand absently dropped to pet the dog, scratching it behind the ears. “Watch what I do and follow suit when you are ready. Remember, when you get into position, you could be mounted, so keep your ass low until you are ready to mounted.” She patted the ground for the dogs to lie down on the grass, then turned back to Rosa still standing, “And remember about the knot. Don’t panic. It will stretch you going in and coming out and it will lock you to the dog for a time but it will shrink. The knot is amazing … you’ll see …”

With that said, she stroked the German Shepherd and one of the hounds directly in front of her. The hind legs rose to expose the sheaths and Rosa saw a reddish tip of cock exposed from the furry protective cover. Just as Quintessa had described it: a pointy tip, reddish, and expanding diameter behind it. She watched as Quintessa lowered her face to the groin of the dog and gently took the exposed tip between her lips. Quintessa raised her head, “I have always liked the feel of a cock in my mouth and the dogs seem to like it, too. Also, I like an exposed dog-cock to start with when they mount me. It’s so much easier to get inside me.”

Rosa was mesmerized. It was like watching a live porn video, ‘How to fuck your dog’. But this was happening and it was real and it was her mom … and she was going to do it, too!

Rosa went to her knees next to the third dog who was watching her intently, his tail wagging and slapping the grass. This was new, a different female, but the expectation for it was the same. Two bitches, now? Did they think that way or simply react to the availability? Rosa followed the moves as close as possible. When her lips touched the cock tip, she felt the leaking pre-cum and her lips and tongue purposely took it inside and tasted it. It was different … gamier? … than the boys she had been with and given head to but not bad. She took more of the cock into her mouth as it became exposed and sucked intently. She became lost to the sensation of what she was doing, giving head to a dog, and greedily sucked on the cock. She became amazed at the size of it in her mouth as more and more came out of the sheath until it felt much like the few cocks she had sucked before … but different … differently shaped and textured.

She heard a groan and gasp. She realized she had lost track of what her mom was doing. She was on her hands and knees and the dog was behind her and licking her. Then she saw her push the snout away and pat her ass. The dog jumped up and mounted her. Her hand moved between her legs and help guide the cock into her pussy. She gasped louder and groaned as the dog thrust his cock home deep inside.

Rosa looked back at the dog she had been licking and sucking and found a hard, long, reddish cock exposed from the sheath. She bent over a last time to kiss the cock, then she went to her hands and knees and turned her ass to the dog. This dog didn’t bother with licking her, as the Shepherd had to her mom, and promptly jumped onto her back. Already, before her hand could move between her legs, the dog was humping against her, blindly trying to penetrate her. Rosa wondered how she was supposed to manage assisting something moving so fast and frantically but found that with her hand open at her pussy, the cock seemed to glance off the palm and into her hole. Maybe it was luck but all additional thought about it was gone as the dog drove his cock deep into her in rapid, urgent thrusts that had her moaning and gasping, too.

This was consuming … completely and utterly consuming. She had never felt anything like it in her short sexual life. The fucking motion was beyond anything the couple of boys she had been with managed. This was primal, dominating, and using. This was claiming his bitch and inseminating her. It sent a chill through her with the feelings this act gave her. When the knot began forming and pounding at her hole, she gasped more and louder. The more the knot pressed at her hole, stretching her for entrance, she moaned and gasped louder. When the ball of canine flesh drove through, she cried out … not in pain but in exultation, consuming lust, and the primal feeling of being made into a bitch.

After both Rosa and the dog climaxed, Rosa collapse to the ground. Not completely, though, her ass was still up in the air tied to the dog who had turned so they were ass-to-ass. She turned her head and lay her cheek on her arms to look over to her mom. “Oh … My … God …”

Quintessa chuckled. Both were in the same position as the dogs occasionally pulled against the knot inside their pussies to test for separation. Both women sighed at the feeling of the knot and cock moving inside them, sometimes bouncing against their g-spots to bring a gasp. Quintessa smiled and asked for confirmation, “Good?” Rosa nodded and sighed, again. “You are my daughter …” Rosa reached her hand out and they held hands.

There was still another dog … While tied, they played paper, rock, scissors … Rosa won.

If Rosa thought she was finally understanding life at Quintessa’s farm, she found out otherwise the next morning. She woke to the faint sound of cupboards and refrigerator doors opening and closing and stumbled down the hall to join her mom. She was naked as she thought was the new norm. Quintessa was dressed in one of the loose, button-up dresses, though it only had a couple buttons done at the waist.

“Your dressed?” Just then, she heard the sound of a vehicle crunching the gravel on the drive in front. “Who’s coming? What’s that?”

Quintessa chuckled, “Diego and Tomas. I forgot to tell you last night. Go put something on … or not … they know what a woman looks like.” She gave Rosa a wink. Rosa ran back to her bedroom as she heard pickup truck doors slam shut.

When she returned, barefoot but covered with the same kind of simple dress, she encountered two Hispanic men sitting at the table. They both jumped up when she entered. Quintessa introduced them as Diego and Tomas. The coffee was finished so Rosa pulled four mugs from the cupboard and pour some for each. Their English was broken but manageable, clearly not their first language. Quintessa explained: Diego and Tomas were men she employed two days a week, standardly on Tuesday and Thursday and she tried to get a weekend day from them during certain busy seasons, planting, harvest, calving, etc. Being alone, the farm is too much to manage daily upkeep and ongoing maintenance on fencing and the buildings, land erosion, etc. They come in to do that work. Later, after breakfast and the two men left, Rosa watched as the men loaded a small trailer with fence posts and barbed wire to an ATV. Quintessa then confided more.

“I was alone. I needed help and now it has been years that they come back to this area. I made sure of their help when I needed it by paying them a little more than anyone else might and giving them dedicated days of work. I even allowed them to put a rundown trailer on my property on the far SW corner where it is a small wetland. They put in an access and a gate they can lock. I can call them if there is trouble. As you saw, I take care of them, too. The days they work for me, I feed them with me. And … sometimes … I take care of them … they get lonely, too.”

“What do you mean?” Rosa inquired.

“They’re migrants. They get into the country because they have letters showing employment from me and a few other farms in the region, but mostly me with their place to live. They send most of their money back South to their families.”

Rosa nodded as she watched the men drive away on the ATV. “I mean … you take care of them because they get lonely, too?” Quintessa chuckled and hugged her daughter. Rosa looked at her mom’s expression, “Ohhhhhhhh …”

“Maybe your mom’s a slut?”

Rosa squeezed Quintessa’s waist, “No … you’re pretty ***********ive. But you do like cock as you said …” They both laughed at their growing understanding.

After three meals with the men and a hard day’s work, the men disappeared after dinner but returned shortly after, cleaned up and a bottle of tequila. Quintessa had pushed for them to shower early but Rosa’s curiosity about why became focused when she heard the old pickup returning into the yard. Rosa was at the front screen door with her mom standing behind her. They were both dressed in long tee-shirts this time. Rosa felt more exposed somehow as the pickup slowed to a stop outside.

Rosa settle back into her mom’s body, Quintessa’s hand moved up and cupped her breast under the thin material. Rosa stated, “This is ‘taking care of them’? With me here, how did they know …?”

Quintessa squeezed her daughter’s breast in view of the men as they came up the path to the door. “I may have suggested something to them.”

“My mom is pimping me out?”

Quintessa giggled, “What was your word? Oh, yes … ***********ively.” She squeezed Rosa, “You cannot, if you want …”

Rosa giggled this time, “Not a chance. I want to experience your freedom to live.”

They were good men. Well Quintessa had made sure of that, but they also attractive and appreciative. They wooed the women with awkward talk, drink, and dancing to a CD they brought along. Quintessa might have had a bit more practice with the style of dancing but Rosa just went with the flow. There was a lot of touching, hugging, and twirling. Since the tee-shirts were all they were wearing without underwear, their breasts moved and their bottoms showed frequently. With a sheen of perspiration on her holding the thin material closely to her body, Rosa collapsed on the sofa next to Diego. The way she fell next to him, his arm was ready and dropped over her shoulders, the hand casually resting on her arm. She looked across the coffee table separating the sofa and two easy chairs to find her mom on Tomas’s lap. They were kissing. Rosa shifted slightly and looked into Diego’s face. She found no aggressive presumption but did find hopeful anticipation. She smiled and shifted more toward him, pressing her body against his as she gave her mouth up to him. His other hand moved across his body and pulled her gently into him as their tentative kiss became more urgent.

Rosa sighed into his mouth when Diego’s hand slid down her arm and cupped her breast through the thin material. When his hand slid down her body to the exposed flesh of her thigh, she parted her legs as an unmistakable green light. She wanted this. The dogs were amazing and she wanted this to be, too. The few times she had managed to ‘go the distance’ before had been awkward and secretive. This was open and approved … hell, encouraged. She glanced at her mom and found Tomas’s hand under her tee-shirt fondling her breasts while hungrily kissing. Rosa smiled, shifted and pushed a small distance between her and Diego, grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and started pulling it up her body, quickly being assisted by his hand. Naked now, she settled back against his body, her thighs parted and her hand exploring the outside of his jeans over his crotch. Awkwardly, she fumbled one-handed to undo his belt while maintaining the hungry kiss but finally gave up. She shifted off the sofa to work his belt and zipper with both hands while he pulled the polo shirt over his head. Quickly, she had him as naked as she was.

Rosa held Diego’s hard cock in her hand and licked the underside. She looked up at his face and smiled at him as his eyes expectantly watched her. There was no need for rushing for fear of being caught. She could spend the time to enjoy this and she intended to but she also intended to make this awesome for him and herself. She wasn’t hiding, anymore. She was in a room with two other people who were enjoying the same thing … and one was her mom … her real mom.

She didn’t look back, but she heard the sounds of similar activity from her mom and Tomas. How different this was from her previous life but this was home, it felt so right to her. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth and pumped it up and down over the length, eliciting sighs and groans from the man, his hand coming softly on top of her head as she aggressively fucked him with her mouth. She felt awkward and inexperienced now that she was free to do whatever she wanted but the sounds Diego gave her showed his pleasure and encouraged her more.

His cock was swollen solid in her hand and mouth when Diego encouraged her off his cock. She let the cock fall from her mouth as she rose slightly and looked at him. He had a desperate need showing on his face. He was slumped on the sofa and his arms rose to reach out to her. He wanted her to sit on him. She had never done that, it had always been missionary before, but she smiled at his invitation and placed one knee on each side of him. This time she did look behind her. Her mom was sitting on Tomas backwards, his cock inside her pussy. Quintessa smiled and nodded to her daughter, then watched as Rosa grasped Diego’s cock and aligned it to her pussy and sat down over the entire length. Rosa threw her head back and gasped the entire time it took for her to sink down the length of Diego’s cock until her butt was on his upper thighs. She turned her eyes back to him, leaned forward to kiss him as she slowly rose up the length of his cock, then slowly back down. They both gasped and sighed at the feeling of her tight pussy sliding over his rigid cock.

Rosa let go … abandoned any self-consciousness, any awareness that the man she was fucking she had only met that morning, any concern that her mom was behind her or another man was also nearby. She allowed herself to become consumed by the moment, the feelings, and the energy building inside her body. All she was aware of, cared about, was the cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she drove her body over it. And that flashed through her lust-fogged brain … she was fucking him. She wasn’t the passive participant this time, he was. She was fucking, she was in control, she was taking this primal pleasure for her satisfaction. And they both exploded in their mutual orgasms. She slammed her body down over him and felt his cock pulse, swell, and shoot his cum into her pussy. She leaned over him and mashed her mouth into his as she ground her pussy and clit against him. He moaned and groaned into her mouth. Her orgasmic cry of release muffled into his.

Rosa couldn’t move once it was over. Well, maybe she just didn’t want to move. Her orgasm had been amazing and the after-glow was, too. Her head was buried against his neck. She could feel her erect nipples rubbing against his brown chest as she continued to recover. She could feel his cock slowly softening inside her pussy, her pussy that clenched and tightened around the member as if it didn’t want to lose the feeling of being filled.

As his cock completely softened and fell out of her, she kissed Diego and rolled against his side. Quintessa was still sitting on Tomas, but now was across his lap. Tomas’s hand was lightly caressing her breast. Both had smiles on their faces. Quintessa whispered something to him, then stood for him to get up. He got everyone another drink and retook his seat with Quintessa.

Diego was lightly stroking Rosa’s naked body but Rosa was also lightly stroking Diego’s limp cock. By the time the drinks were completed, she felt life in his cock, again, and her stroking unconsciously became more intentional with the feeling of fullness in her hand. Rosa was about to dip her head to his cock when her attention was directed to Quintessa and Tomas who were standing. Tomas took a step toward her and Diego was rising in response. The men were smiling and nodding to each other when Rosa understood … they were switching.

Tomas assisted Rosa up, then turned her around, pressing her gently onto her knees on the sofa. He pressed her upper body against the back. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, wiggling her ass invitingly at him. She spread her knees wide on the sofa and gasped as he knelt behind her, rubbed his cock head along her pussy lips, and sank it into her pussy. In two strokes, he was deep in her pussy and using long strokes to begin fucking her. She began moaning and in between her own moans she heard similar sounds from her mom behind her. She didn’t look back, but she would have found her mom being fucked in the exact same position on the easy chair.

The two women remained naked as they walked Diego and Tomas out to their beat-up pickup later that night. The women kissed each of the men who asked if they should be back the next Tuesday. Quintessa affirmed that they should go back to their regular schedule. She hugged Rosa into her side, now that Rosa was introduced to them. They chuckled. Rosa blushed.

As they turned to return to the house, Rosa stopped and looked up at the dark sky. Back home … no, back at the other place, the night sky wasn’t as brilliant with stars. She turned to her mom, took her into her arms and kissed her hard on the lips, then looked at her seeking approval. She got it with another equally powerful and meaningful kiss back from her.

Two mornings later, Rosa turned over in the bed and cuddled up against her mom. She softly began kissing her neck, shoulder and exposed breast, gently taking a few sucks on the nipple.

They were sitting naked on the back patio drinking coffee. Rosa was gazing out over the farm. She looked out over the vast fields and the pasture with horses and a few cattle. She was only barely exposed to the work and commitment required by this life but a smile and peace spread over her as she reached over to take Quintessa’s hand in hers. Quintessa had only to feel the hand on hers and see the look on her daughter’s face to understand.

She stood up and faced Rosa, her hand gently applying tension to get her to rise. “I love waking up the way you did to me this morning. I want that to be my life. I want you to be in my bed always … I want you to be not only my daughter but my lover and partner here.”

Rosa stood and threw herself into her mom, pressing her naked body into hers, and kissing her in affirmation. Quintessa sighed in relief at the response, then pulled her head back to look into her daughter’s eyes, “You made me horny this morning by waking me that way. Next time … we won’t stop with a few kisses.” Rosa giggled, blushed, and nodded in agreement. Quintessa started moving backwards off the patio, pulling Rosa along with her. “Come … you want to experience something truly depraved?” Rosa had no idea what her mom was talking about, but she nodded. It wasn’t depraved enough that she has fucked the dogs or fucked two men she only met or spent the night lovingly in her mom’s bed?

Quintessa led her directly to the corral alongside the barn. The gate to the corral was left open to the pasture and several of the horses had wandered into it looking for water. She veered through the barn and grabbed a halter hanging on a hook near one of the stalls, put it on one of the horses, and brought it back into the barn and into a stall where it was secured from both walls with the chains hanging there for that purpose.

Rosa looked at her questioningly. Quintessa walked up to her and kissed her hard, then, “You like sucking cock, right?” Rosa nodded. “You even liked the dog-cum, right?” Rosa nodded, again. She looked at the horse next to them and her eyes got bigger than they ever have been. Quintessa nodded and pressed on Rosa’s shoulders for her to kneel in the hay on the stall floor.

Quintessa gave the horse soothing strokes while giving Rosa quiet instruction. It had become clear to Rosa the moment they led the horse into the stall and secured his head with the attachment there. If it had been any other week in her life, this wouldn’t have been a consideration of happening. This week, though, was a wide door being flung open on her future life. She honestly thought anything was possible.

The instructions Quintessa verbalized to Rosa were simple and clear. To Rosa, they were such because they came from experience, experiences her mom had already explored and now wanted to share. As Rosa’s hands moved to the sheath of the horse, she was surprised when the horse ‘dropped’ as her mom referred to it. A long length of horse cock slid out of the sheath and hung in front of her. Rosa wondered how often her mom had done this to elicit this reaction from it. She smiled at the thought but her eyes were riveted on the massive shaft in front of her. Quintessa explained to her that the skin was sensitive but the pre-cum from it would be copious and to use it for lubrication on her hands. She did as instructed, spreading the leaking pre-cum from the mushroom head down the shaft as she stroked. And, as she stroked the pre-cum, the shaft lengthened and firmed in her hands. She heard the words to lick the mushroom-shaped head and push it into her mouth while stroking the long cock. She heard the words and her hands and mouth followed. There was no thought anymore. She had complete trust in her mom and merely responded to achieve the end result, a result her mom cooed would be amazing.

Rosa had a hard cock in her hands and mouth that was longer than her arm and bigger around than her arm. The horse whinnied and a tremor of something would ripple through it occasionally, but Rosa kept her focus on the mighty shaft in her hands and left the horse to be controlled by her mom. She’d heard the term ‘hung like a horse’ but nothing compared to having it in your hands. The horse became more agitated and she heard her mom’s words of warning.

“His cock is like any other. You will feel when he is ready to explode by the increased tightness, pulsing, and throbbing. When you feel it, pull you mouth off and stroke him furiously.” Her mom giggled, “Your mouth can’t take that much cum.”

Rosa wondered absently, ‘that much cum’; how much can there be? Another moment and she felt it all in her hands. She pulled her mouth from the cock head, her jaw slightly sore from being spread so long, and she was looking right into the end of the cock at the hole at the end when … it exploded with cum. It turned out to be a good term for it. The white, watery cum shot out of the throbbing cock in her hands like a fire hose suddenly turned on to full pressure. The cum shot into her face with a blast that made her flinch backwards. Her face and eyes were covered. Her mouth opened reflexively to gasp and was filled. Her hands flinched, lowering the cock as the next blast came out to splash over her chest and breasts. She flinched, again, causing the next blast to again flood her face, hair, and neck as she reacted.

Rosa knelt back on her heels underneath the horse. She had released the cock and it swung before her, dripping the remaining cum draining from the long shaft. She used her fingers to scrape the cum from her eyes and nose. Only then could she see her mom crouched alongside the horse with a huge smile on her face. Rosa was gasping, cum hanging from her lips. She looked at her mom, down at her upper body, and her hands moved over her cum-covered breasts. She was dripping in horse-cum!

She looked at her mom, her eyes wide and still gasping. She looked down at the cum dripping and running down her body. And she erupted into laughter. Her laughter was wild and uncontrolled and even the horse reacted slightly to the sound. As her body quaked in laughter, her hands massaged the cum into her breasts and down over her pussy. Her laughter was a complete release from her past and an opening to her future.

THE END

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