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Subject: {ASSM} Lick n Tiff by Rachael Ross (f/dog, kissing, mast, rom)
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Lick n Tiff

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: f/dog, kissing, mast, rom

Lick n Tiff
By rachael

I have to tell you, I was getting a little worried about my daughter.
Tiffany was 16 and a good kid, a nice girl, but something...She never
had a boyfriend, for one thing. She was so pretty too, a beautiful
young woman, tall and lithe, graceful like a dancer. She had long
blonde hair and soft blue eyes. She should have had a boyfriend and I
knew for a fact she had admirers, boys from the nearby high school and
of course our church.

It would have been good seeing her with a nice catholic boy from
church, I thought. The altar boys always looked so serious and
handsome. I mentioned it to her, just in passing sometimes, but
Tiffany was always non-committal, apathetic even. It worried me.

I was a single mother, trying to raise her as best I could. I thought
perhaps her remoteness might have been caused by that, by the fact
that she'd never known a father figure, or had a male role-model to
demonstrate the qualities she should be looking for in young men. I
blamed myself for that. I'd had opportunities to remarry when Tiffany
was young. I'd been attractive, responsible, and outgoing.

But I'd resisted those men who'd shown real interest in building a
future with me. A new future, for my daughter and me. I thought now
that I'd been mistaken doing that, selfish perhaps, and Tiffany was
the one paying the price. It was a burden, that guilt, and probably an
undeserved one, but it was impossible to shed. I couldn't let it go
while I watched my daughter grow up lonely, without a date or even a
first kiss, that I was aware of.

"I'm not lonely, mom." Tiffany smiled at me patiently, but I could see
her frustration in her eyes. This was another one of our mother-
daughter chats, something we were doing more and more frequently, and
I think Tiffany was bored with them.

"You should be outside, with your friends." I suggested gently.
"Meeting a boy, maybe..."

"A boyfriend, mom?" She laughed softly. "I have one already, don't I
Lick?"

She was sitting on her bed after school with Licorice, our big Black
Lab. Well, it was her dog really, not ours, but he was part of the
family and they were so close, Tiffany and Lick. It was one of the few
comforts I had, knowing my daughter had at least the dog to comfort
her, but that was worrisome too. Tiffany treated the dog like he was a
person.

"Give me a kiss, Lick." Tiffany giggled. "Show mommy how much you love
me."

I smiled indulgently while Lick used his tongue to caress my
daughter's beautiful face.

"Don't let him do that." I sighed, staring as Tiffany opened her
mouth, letting Lick push his long pink tongue between her soft lips.

"Mmmppph..." Tiffany was sucking the dog's tongue while he pulled it
away. It was a game they licked and I always worried about germs, even
though the vet assured me it was probably okay.

"He likes it." Tiffany giggled, licking her lips and she was hugging
the dog while I sat there. "He loves me, don't you Licorice. Yes you
do."

"Whatever." I shook my head. "I just think you need other friends,
real friends..."

"What?" Tiffany glanced at me. "Lick is real, and he's my best friend.
I can tell him anything."

"You know what I mean, Tiffany." I tugged at my earlobe. "Don't you
want a boyfriend? Ummm...A kiss?"

"A kiss?" Tiffany laughed some more. "Jeeze, most mom's are trying to
keep their daughters away from boys."

"Well, yeah." I blushed a little, thinking perhaps I was making it
sound like I wanted her to get pregnant or something.

"I just don't like boys." Tiffany shrugged. "I love Lick."

She was pushing him back, the large dog collapsing on the bed, lying
down under Tiffany's insistent hands. She was laying down too, on her
side so she could face the animal, stroking the short black fur on his
chest and down to his soft belly, which had a little white on it.

"Are you..." I paused, pursing my lips because I was a little
embarrassed.

"Am I what, mom?" Tiffany glanced at me and she was stroking the dog's
furry sheath now and I frowned at that.

"Don't play with him there." I told her, taking the opportunity to put
off what I really wanted to ask my daughter.

"He likes it." Tiffany smiled. "He goes to sleep when I do it just
right..."

She was moving her hand slowly, back and forth, pulling the dog's skin
back just enough so we could see the pink taper of his penis.

"Well..." I sniffed. It wasn't anything to get excited about, it was
just a dog, but still it made me vaguely uncomfortable seeing Tiffany
massaging the animal like that.

"What were you going to ask me?"

"Uh, you..." There was no easy way, so I just asked. "Are you gay,
Tiffany? A lesbian, I mean?"

My little girl stared at me and I hastened to explain my feelings on
the subject.

"I mean if you do, it's okay." I nodded my head, speaking quickly. "I
understand, sometimes a girl can feel like that and I'm not mad or
anything, I just..."

Tiffany laughed and Licorice lifted his head at the sound.

"Go back to sleep, baby." Tiffany whispered, giving his open mouth a
little tongue of her own.

"No mom, I'm not a lesbian." Tiffany shook her head and her eyes were
bright, twinkling with humor or something.

"Oh, um..." I nodded some more. "Okay then, well...I just wondered."

"I just like Lick, that's all." Tiffany shrugged. "He's my boyfriend,
mom."

"I know, I know he's your friend." I assured her. "I like him too, but
there's so much to do outside, with kids your own age."

"They're boring." Tiffany kissed the soft spot on Lick's tummy, just
above the head of his penis, which was peeking out a little more now.

"Some people would say sitting in your room all day was boring." I
replied.

"Oh, I'm not in here all day, mom." Tiffany sighed. "Just after
school, you know, I have to take care of Lick."

"Lick is a dog." I took a little breath of exasperated air. "He's just
fine."

"He has needs, don't you baby?" Tiffany said softly, like she hadn't
heard a word I said.

"And so do you, Tiffany." I tried again. "A growing girl, a sixteen
year old woman, she has needs too."

"Oh, I know!" Tiffany giggled. "Lick takes good care of all my needs
too."

I wasn't sure why my daughter thought that was funny.

"He's a dog, dear." I picked at some lint on my skirt and noticed my
daughter's plaid skirt had ridden high, giving me a rather immodest
view of her little white panties. She was still wearing her uniform
from the catholic girl's school she attended.

"He's Lick." Tiffany grinned at me. "I just wish we could have
puppies." She looked at her dog. "He wants them so bad."

Tiffany sounded almost sad at that and I wondered if she was trying to
say something.

"We're not getting another dog." I gave her a wan smile.

"What?" Tiffany looked confused for a second. "Oh, no, I know. I don't
want another dog, mom. Not a bitch for sure, no way."

"A...Bitch?" I stared at her.

"That's what a female dog is." Tiffany laughed at me. "It isn't a
swear word, mom."

"Oh, yeah." I nodded. "I knew that." I just didn't like it every much,
I didn't say.

"Nope." Tiffany stroked the dog's penis a little more, exposing more
of his cock, maybe an inch or so, and Lick's leg kicked a bit. "We
only need one bitch in this house, isn't that right?"

"Excuse me?" I blinked, wondering if my daughter had just called me a...
a bitch to my face.

"We only need one bitch." Tiffany narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"What?" I asked her myself, and we were both confused momentarily.

"I mean me, mom!" Tiffany grinned and shook her pretty blonde head.
"Lick thinks I'm his bitch, if we got a real female dog it would just
confuse him."

"Oh." I had to think about that for a second. "Uh, why?"

"Why?" the girl on the bed giggled. "Because I'm his bitch! You never
listen to me!"

"I do listen, Tiffany." I said, leaning forward just a little and I
could help but notice a little damp spot on my daughter's panties now.

"No, not really, mom." She sighed. "But that's okay, I love you."

"Um, I love you too." It seemed like our talking was coming to an end,
although I wasn't certain why or how Tiffany had gotten the upper
hand.

Or even if there was one, really. I tried to treat her as an equal, so
much as that was possible, and I just sat there for a moment, watching
as my daughter played her tongue along the dog's snout, slipping the
tip under his upper lip and tickling his teeth. Lick didn't seem to
mind and his penis was exposed two full inches now, the tip red and
glistening while Tiffany played with it.

"I'll uh...I'll go fix you some dinner." I sighed, realizing I hadn't
accomplished anything really.

"Kay mom." Tiffany nodded. "I'm just gonna play with Lick for a little
bit. He's so...tense!"

"Tense?" I laughed. "That dog is anything but tense, Tiffany. He
spoiled."

"I know." My daughter looked up at me, licking her lips. "He spoils me
too though. We're perfect for each other."

"If you say so." I stood up. "Just...Just don't play with his thing like
that it's...it's not right to get him too excited."

"His penis, mommy?" Tiffany frowned at me. "He likes it though, it
makes him feel good."

"I know, but..." I shrugged.

We'd talked about that before, my daughter and me, and I'd asked the
vet about playing with the animal's penis like Tiffany did. He'd given
me a funny look, but said it was perfectly safe, in fact he'd seemed
to encourage it. He told me it was healthy for my daughter to play
with Licorice like that....And then he'd asked me to dinner.

"I need to get ready for my date too." I said, opening the bedroom
door. "Are you going to be alright by yourself tonight, honey?"

"Ohhh yeah!" Tiffany nodded at me. "Lick will keep me company. You
just have fun, that Dr. Hanson is seriously cute."

"He is, isn't he?" I smiled, thinking maybe it wasn't too late to get
a father figure in Tiffany's life...Assuming that Dr. Michael Hanson was
interested.

We'd find out soon enough anyway, and I already knew he liked my
daughter. Tiffany took Lick to the man's office every Saturday
afternoon. I didn't know exactly why at first, but later Tiffany told
me how much she was interested in becoming a vet herself, and that
made me happy. She'd be a good one.

I took one last look at my daughter, on the bed with her big black
dog, and she was sucking his tongue again, her small hand wrapped
around the animal's long thick penis, stroking him slowly. Tiffany
sure did love that dog. I pursed my lips, really wishing I could
understand why she didn't want a boyfriend. Maybe Michael would have
some ideas. He had a daughter of his own in college and he'd told me
already that Tiffany reminded him of her quite a bit. That thought
made me feel a little better.

I closed the door behind me with a little smile, determined to figure
this thing out eventually.

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End
rache696@yahoo.com

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