Diogenes - Sex Stories

Diogenes

... for violating your privacy? I don’t fucking think so.”

Mom visibly deflated. A look of absolute misery and defeat flashed across her face as she averted her gaze. It was so fucking hot.

“Now,” I continued, “I could share these incriminating photos. I could give them to the cops, and you could do time for it. I could post them online, and ruin your reputation. I could send them to your boss, your friends, our family, and your life would be fucking over. Is that what you want?”

Mom shook her head slowly. She wasn’t making a sound, but there were tears running down her cheeks. In that moment the full weight of her situation was crashing down on her.

“Good.” I said with a smirk, leaning back in my chair and letting her sweat a moment.

“So what happens now?” She asked meekly.

“I’m so glad you asked! Dio, come here boy! Dio!” I whistled. Diogenes came trotting happily into my room, tongue lolling and tail wagging. My mother looked at me confused.

“It isn’t going to be so bad, Mom. I’m not a monster. You like fucking the dog, right? So fuck the fucking dog.” I demanded, stabbing my finger at her.

A last spark of defiance flared up in her eyes. “David! How could you ask that? It’s bad enough you saw it once, I can’t do something like that in front of you! And you shouldn’t even want to see it! I am your mother!”

“You’re also slut who lets herself get used like a fleshlight by a fucking animal!” I snapped, “You’re in no position to lecture me about sexual ...

... propriety or taboos!”

I could see her recoil from the words like they were physical blows. Dio cocked his head and sat down, looking from my mother to myself. He clearly knew something was going on, but couldn’t figure out what it was or how it reflected on the pack hierarchy. I took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

“That’s fine.” I said, rotating my chair to face the computer. “You don’t have to do it. Do you want me to send the videos to Grandpa first, or should I just get in touch with the police right out the gate?”

I quirked an eyebrow as I shot a glance at my mother. Her shoulders were slumped and her chin was on her chest. I could see the glinting of her cheeks as she wept silently. I knew I had her.

“Ok, I’ll do it.” She croaked.

“What was that?” I cupped my hand to my ear.

“I said I’ll do it. I’ll let you watch while I… while I fuck the dog. I’ll give you what you want.” She said more loudly.

I turned to face her and spread my arms expectantly. My mother took a deep breath, then got down on her knees by Dio, reaching out to put an arm around him. He leaned over and licked her tear-stained cheeks as she reached down and began rubbing him gently.

The bitch had Dio well trained, because as soon as her hand migrated south Dio rolled onto his back splayed-out to give my mother better access. I watched in fascination as her small hand began working between his legs, and his red rocket slowly emerged from its sheath, becoming tumescent. I let her ...