This concept that was broiling her loins to a cinder had no counterpart or explanation or excuse in any kind of moral law; because it was never discussed, even clandestinely, women fundamentally had no defense against it. Animalism was a state all of itself and bore no relation to anything else a good woman was trained to resist. Consequently it was difficult for a young innocent like Jan to marshal any arguments against it. It was simply there this hideous, subtly obscene desire, growing like a hot coal between her legs… until all will was leaving her and she could not fight it any longer…

Suddenly she could not believe it was her own voice was speaking, so hoarse with blind passion, "Here, darling… come in here with Aunty Jan!"

Rex's animal eyes gleamed. This was what he had been waiting for. His soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles. His sniffer could taste the warm scent of sex emanating now so strongly from beneath Jan's flimsy miniskirt and panties.

"Yes, darling," she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom, her loins fairly boiling with desire. "Come on, baby, that's Mama's darling… come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone! See what a nice thing Jan has for you!"

The breathless, breath-taking young blonde heaved her breasts out with desire as she watched Rex approach her. It was too late by far to stop now. She knew she was acting like a depraved whore, but there was something evil infusing itself into her mind and body so potently, that she was powerless to resist it! Her flesh had taken possession completely, and her all her here-to-fore fiercely moral will had been caged.

The eager animal whimpered lustfully again, its thickening red penis slipping ever so slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. It knew what it wanted, but it was trained first always to please the mistress of the house.