Dog Man Mothering Heights Novelas e Histórias

She imagined raising men with a stubborn streak the size of Benguet mountains wasn’t an easy undertaking. High beams from a cherry red Ford truck reflected off the front windows, and they both turned. She placed her glass down as they both stood. Damon’s high 4x4 rumbled through the tall grass and came to a stop at the edge of the field right before touching the lush grass of his Mama’s manicured yard.

“Poor puppy, sorry Barrett will not ask for you again. Just stay with mama dog.” “My good child, that is right. Until you reach the right age and can take responsibility for being a dog owner you must wait.” Her mother always smiled at her prettily, her sparkling blue eyes getting darker as the blonde hair reflected brightly especially during the afternoon. “Mommy, why is Barrett's hair not beautiful? It’s black.” She pulled a couple of strands and compared it to her mother’s beautiful blonde and she looked at the deep blue color of her eyes. “Don’t say that Barrett, you are the most beautiful in the world!”

Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator. Something isn't right Arlene Said to herself. She realised screaming and shouting at Barb wouldn’t change a thing. She behaved like a programmed robot who had malfunctioned. There were no signs of her being human anymore, like who would hit her husband and speed off without a care? She decided to take the wheel by trying to push her mum’s hands away from the steering, their father and husband was dying, he needed help and there she was running away from something she did. Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium.

She held the umbrella with both hands and swung hard, striking the back of his head. “Fuck!” Robin screamed, spinning around with rage to see who hit him. It’s a woman in her early 30’s standing there, holding an umbrella “Who the fuck are you?” He growled, charging toward her. Immediately he stood up, fear gripped her, Robin was huge and intimidating, he was about six-foot and two inches tall. “I'm not afraid of you! Just leave the poor woman alone!” she shouted, stepping back and swinging the umbrella to keep him away.

"Please, don't close your eyes. Mama is right here. Please..." Through heavy, lidded eyes, I saw my father in his monstrous form-a gigantic beast with fur dark as night, his body dripping with blood. He charged at the woman, grabbing her with claws that could rip through stone. She fought back with startling ferocity, her strength defying reason. She struck him, sending his hulking form stumbling, but he rose again, relentless.

Her voice hasn’t softened in the slightest, and wow, a prostitute begging, what a concept. I pivot and give her the famous Street stare. It’s a family trait and usually leaves men shaking in their boots. Of course it could be more than the stare. I’m six foot four with plenty of muscle to back it up. I’m one of five strapping boys, as my mother likes to say, and all of us gifted with great genes. “I want nothing to do with that beast from hell you call a dog.” Shivers run down my spine remembering every contact I’ve had with the mutt. Daisy on his hind legs can rest his front paws on my shoulders. He has no training to speak of and enjoys jumping. I could handle the jumping if the dog didn’t

I stood frozen, paralyzed by shock, heart slamming painfully against my ribs. Damon shifted back into human form, muscles rippling as bones snapped and settled. His chest rose and fell slowly, controlled, dangerous like a predator who knew he had already won. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from his body. He was strikingly tall, standing well above most wolves in the pack. His height gave him a natural advantage, making him impossible to ignore even in a crowded space. People often found themselves looking up at him without realizing it, instinctively aware of the power his height added to his authority. It made others feel protected or intimidated without him needing to say a single word.

, Mrs Diamen asked, still feeding the animals. Seeing he had been noticed, Dane walked closer to his mother and pulled her up. "You shouldn't be squatting, it's bad for your legs. You could have asked the housekeeper to do it", he said and helped her to the bench under one of the tress, close to the fountain. "Yes, I can feel the numbness in my leg already but I've gotten used to doing this myself, besides, I gave Elisa some weeks off", she replied. "Some weeks off or until father leaves?",

"Billy rubs his mom's feet and she lets him rub more!" "Joel's Mom makes his wet dream, a hot reality" "Oh that's nasty," I muttered while looking at an older woman dressed in sexy Santa lingerie. "Matt's Mom introduces him to a special Christmas Tradition." I shuddered at the photo of a video where a mother was in her hands and knees, a look of absolute pleasure on her face as her son fucked her doggy style. The son was not only fucking her, but pulling her long red hair and.... I stopped and again scanned the stills of the videos. Every woman had long red hair. Tommy wasn't just watching mother son incest videos but bookmarking women who....

And then, as she rose from the ground, I was struck by her size – she towered over even the largest of wolves I had ever encountered. "Two of my wolf couldn't even come close to matching her height," I murmured. "What is she?" I shook my head slowly. "I don't understand. She's... she's unlike any wolf I've ever seen." "That's because she's not just any wolf," my wolf said. "Don't you see? She is the mother of all wolves." I blinked as my eyes widened in disbelief. "The mother of wolves? But... that's impossible. Such a creature doesn't exist!"