Diogenes - Sex Stories

Diogenes

... really work. Once 5:30 rolled around I figured the coast had to be clear, and took myself back home. This time I hollered my arrival as soon as I got in. Diogenes bounded up to me a greeted me in the way of happy dogs everywhere. The fact that he seemed to be in fine spirits actually did a lot to calm me down. Mom returned my greeting from the kitchen. Incongruously, when I caught a glimpse of her the thing that struck me most was that she was still wearing the same blue sundress as earlier.

Dinner was a strange affair. Mom was acting totally normal, asking about my day and chatting casually with my sister about classes and campus gossip. If I’d been fucked by an animal just a couple hours prior I think my behavior would have been a little off, but my mother seemed totally unbothered. I’m sure I was acting pretty oddly, and I’m also sure both Mom and Kate picked up on it, but they seemed to pass it off as not a big deal. As soon as supper was over I excused myself to my room.

Alone in my room there was nothing to do but think. Though the memory was no more than a few minutes long, it felt much longer and every detail was seared indelibly into my brain. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I ran through it again and again in my head, the image of my mother splayed out like a common slut for the family dog to have his way with her. Part of it sickened me, and at first I tried to pretend that was my primary emotion. It was at 12am when I slipped out ...

... to use the bathroom and couldn’t piss because of my erection that I had to come to grips with the fact that there was an entirely different dimension to this for me. Returning to my room I settled in to one of the most shameful (but intense) masturbation sessions of my life, before finally drifting off to sleep.

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Over the next few days my hopes that I could just ignore what had happened and move on were dashed. Reliving the memory become something of an obsession. I caught myself zoning out in class thinking about it, I often got distracted when walking or driving, and took more than one hit in the boxing ring because I had stopped paying attention to what was going on.

It was also changing the way I looked at my mother. Before, I had a pretty normal, healthy relationship with her. Now, every time I saw her I just saw a whore who was so desperate for cock she would give her pussy up to a fucking animal. I started to become repulsed and fascinated by her. I had always known on some level that my mother was pretty, but now I was noticing the truth of the matter: this slut was built to fuck. She wasn’t a tall women, but her proportions were close to ideal, with large breasts, generous hips, a firm ass, and tight waist. I started noticing more and more the way her clothes hugged her body, and caught myself trying to catch glimpses up her skirts and down her shirts.

I also noticed her relationship to Dio in a way I hadn’t before. Suddenly, the interest he took in her ...