Mature Parental Guidance

My daughter, nine year old Roseanne (Rosie), and I walked through the city park one summer late morning, enjoying the freshness in the air, the smells of the various flowers and trees, and the bushes in the many beautiful bush beds throughout the park. No reason in particular, just enjoyed walking around the park looking at the many assortments and displays of flowers, etc. Walking around the back of the announcer's stand immediately behind the backstop of the local baseball field, there were two rather good sized dogs standing butt to butt with their tails draping across the tops of their butts. I thought this was a rather weird situation since I had no idea what they were doing.
Spotting a park bench in the shade, and curious about what they were doing, Rosie and I walked to the bench facing their direction, allowing us a nice cool shady area while we talked and watched the two dogs. One of them appeared to be pulling away from the other one, and the other dog appeared to fight the force of being drug backwards.
"I have no idea what they are doing, Rosie. I am going to need to check around with the dog kennels to see if this is some sort of new game they have," causing Rosie to say she agreed.
The one dog was getting restless, as if it was time to break up this "party." With a look of determination on its face, Rosie and I watched as the two dogs separated. What I noticed that startled me, the dog facing me was now obvious a male dog since he had a very large penis with a big swelling towards the top of it, the opposite end from where the tip was nearly in the dirt. The other dog was obviously a female for once they separated, I thought the dog was peeing, and now I know it was the male dog's sperm flowing out of her freshly mated pussy.
"What is that, Mom?" Rosie asked me.
Since I now realized the two dogs were mating before our eyes by seeing the male dog's penis, I informed Rosie they were creating puppies, and the big thing under the one dog looking our way was the male dog, and that is his very big penis hanging down in the direction of the ground.
"WOW!!" Rosie said. "I didn't know a dog's cock can get that big," giggling after saying this.
I wasn't too worried about Rosie seeing such a thing, for Bob, my husband and I, have always been open towards Rosie when it comes time to sex. There never ever has been a time when she didn't have a question the answer was refused, and never will an answer be refused. If the child is old enough to ask, then we figure they are at that stage in life when they need to learn, and I would much rather have Rosie learn from us as to learn the hard way, and most likely, the wrong way, on the street somewhere with somebody she doesn't know, which happens a lot of times. I know Rosie is sexually active, not that I have caught her in the passions of sex with anybody, for I did catch her fingering her slit on occasion.
One day, a little over a year ago, Bob was at work during school summer vacation leaving Rosie and I at home. We had no housework to do since we did it the day before, and we didn't feel like shopping, so we decided we would stay home for a change. There are times when Rosie and I just don't feel like going out and putting up with the many people we encounter while being out in public, and the idea of staying home where it is so quiet can be so relaxing, and more enjoyable as well.
"Mom, what is fucking? I know it is sex, but, there are so many forms of sex, from what I understand, and I just wonder what part of sex is actually called fucking." We were sitting at the table in the kitchen and she asked me this just as I was sipping my coffee. Hearing this caught me completely off-guard causing me to spit my coffee back into the cup, across the table, and eventually got some on Rosie. Both of us starting laughing so hard at my reaction to her completely unexpected question we nearly peed our pants.
The question was, how could I get mad at her, her being so innocent, asking me such a straight forward leaving no question of what she wanted to know? I couldn't. I still laugh a bit when I look back at that particular time.
Before I answered her question, I had taken a moment to think of the best way to answer the question she presented, which I could appreciate being of that age when things begin to enter a developing mind. I guess I was close to the same age as Rosie when I first began to have questions of how babies were made, and all the other issues of human reproduction. Considering her age and possible physical development since her mental development apparently is ahead of her age, I wondered if she were about to start her periods, so I told her everything... Periods... Anatomy... Pregnancy... Babies... Etc.
It was a very enjoyable conversation we had. There were some questions she presented that I was so happy to have a home computer, something of which we didn't have when I was her age because the home computer was only a thought at the time. Together, we went to various sites to answer various questions, and I was so glad to have had the time to answer her many thoughtful and educational based questions. I knew she was a smart girl at the time, but, when I listened to her line of questions, and the way she presented those questions, I was nearly surprised with her level of intelligence she presented to me, and at the same time, proud of her.
We had this "talk" mothers and daughters should have for nearly six hours. We stopped this topic of conversation when we heard Bob park his motorcycle in the driveway. Taking off his helmet once he got off the motorcycle, I watched him look around the neighbourhood, something he always did. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, just looking at anything and everything.
Once inside the house, we greeted in the normal fashion, kissing and hugging, Bob looked towards Rosie, who was still in her nightgown. We talked so much throughout the day we both never got dressed. When Bob remarked about the nightgown, Rosie got up to get dressed, spreading her legs somewhat giving Bob and I both a good look under her nightgown to see she was not wearing any panties. The way she hesitated, I think she knew she was exposing herself to us, but, maybe not. I decided to think nothing of us unless it continues to "accidentally" happen.
Throughout the evening, we had our normal family loving closeness, a closeness so very few families really have and appreciate.
Finally, the time came for the three of us to go to bed.
We kissed Rosie goodnight before going to our room. Once inside, we undressed until we were both nude, our normal habit, and got into bed. Instead of lying down, Bob sat up with his back against the headboard, which is his "signal" to talk, so to speak.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked.
I sensed he was thinking about Rosie in her nightgown throughout the day. "No, nothing’s wrong. Rosie and I talked today about a vast variety of subjects." Pausing for a moment, "She is getting to that age, I guess. Out of the clear blue sky, she asked me 'What is fucking?' catching me totally off-guard causing me to spit coffee everywhere."
Hearing this, Bob smiled at the humour aspect of this reaction of mine and her question. "What did you tell her?" he asked, not to be prying, just a normal expected follow-up question.
I told him I explained a lot of things to her, including women and their monthlies. Actually it was a very constructive talk we had, which covered a lot of ground, and so glad we had it. Hearing this, I saw where Bob was now caught a bit off-guard as well, now realizing his daughter is growing up, and soon to be growing out in the chest as well.
"Glad to hear you had that talk. I thought maybe she was sick or something." Unexpectedly, he said, "By the way, that was some way she got up from the chair, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was. Did you like it?" I teased. Once again, I was caught off-guard with Bob's reply, "Yes. I would like to see more of her." I couldn't get mad with Bob's reply because I was sort of thinking the same thing myself. Why it excited me, I don't know, but, in her own way, she did excite me to a certain extent with her "accident."
I am 32 years old, average height, a nice body with rather smallish boobs, and light red hair. I couldn't consider myself beautiful, but, from the way I turn heads when in public, I guess I am attractive still, which I am grateful for.
Bob is the same age, standing at 6' tall, appropriate weight for his frame and bone mass, with red hair. He has a very comfortable 7" cock and fat enough to let me know he is inside me, and not too fat to be uncomfortable. His circumcised cock is backed with bigger than average balls and when he cums, there is no question, for he makes a lot of cum. The volume of his cum sometimes makes me a bit upset, and then there is times when I like it, especially when I know he is going to cum inside my pussy. I don't really care to take his cum in my mouth because of there being so much of it, nearly drowning me.
The next morning, Bob went to work leaving Rosie and I alone like yesterday. When she came into the kitchen, she had her morning orange juice while I had my coffee. "Thanks for the great conversation yesterday, Mom. You really answered a lot of questions for me, and you did it in such a great way allowing me to understand a lot of things I didn't before."
I told her I was happy to be able to answer them. She got up from the chair going to the fridge. She bent over at the waist allowing me to see she had no panties on now as well. I looked at her exposed hairless pussy, thinking of the way I must have looked under the same circumstances when I was her age, creating a bit of moisture from within my pussy to form.
"I do still have some questions, Mom." When I looked at her as she closed the fridge door walking my way, she asked, "Is there anything on the internet you can show me about sex, I mean the actual physical act of it? I know this may cause you some concerns, and I respect that, but, if I don't see it, and I am out on a date, how will I know if a boy I am with is trying to seduce me or not? See my point?"
She definitely had a very good point. I was still concerned, because I was wondering if she was interested in sexual activities. If she was, then I would be teaching her how to have sex, and if I didn't show her, then maybe more harm could result because of my parental concerns.
"Rosie, before I go any further with this, I would like to ask you something, alright?"
"Sure, Mom, go ahead."
"Are you thinking of sex now, in such a way as you are curious of not only what it is, but, how it could feel?"
"Mom, to be completely honest with you, I am interested in it as I mentioned about being with a boy, and yes, I am curious about it as well. I think I am, anyway, because there are times when I wipe myself after peeing, towards the top of "it," it feels so good I rub it more than I should. I get tingly down there, and I feel as if the outer parts of me get hard and swell, as if they are trying to suck something into me, and yet there is nothing there for them to suck in," she answered.
"Do you feel damp there as well?" I asked.
"Sometimes, a tiny bit, and sometimes I think I peed, even though I know I didn't pee."
I didn't say anything now, since I was thinking more of her original line of questions about showing her about sex on the internet. I had mixed feelings about it. Sometimes what is seen on the internet is in good taste, but, most generally, it is nothing else but out and out total fucking with no emotions involved, just two people, or more, just humping and bumping for the camera and going for the great cum. "Rosie, I have been thinking. Before I do anything about the internet, let me talk to your father. I would appreciate his inputs regarding this, and maybe he either knows, or can find out, what sites on the internet would be best to illustrate what you want. Is that alright with you?"
She didn't appear to object, at least she knew I was considering in her favour, which I did think it was really a good idea, just not prepared for this, making me aware of her age, and mine as well. . . My baby is growing up!
"I do have something, Rosie; I really do want to ask you about, however." Seeing I had her attention, "I noticed yesterday when your dad got home you got up to get dressed. When you were about to stand, you were facing us, and I noticed you spread your legs some with no panties on giving both of us a clear view. Was that deliberate?"
She didn't answer my question other than a giggle. "This morning, you bent over at the fridge to get something. Once again, no panties. Are you THAT interested causing you to try and seduce your father and me?" I asked, in a friendly tone of voice, not that a parent would normally use.
Once again... Giggles. I didn't understand how that was supposed to answer my question, but, knowing my daughter, I could only assume I was on the right track. She is more interested than what she is letting on. It concerned me, and at the same time, it excited me. Another set of mixed emotions.
The following day, Rosie and I went to the park again.
It has been a couple of days since our last visit, and it was nice to see some people milling about, walking aimlessly looking at everything, enjoying the time in the park as Rosie and I.
I thought I noticed somebody I recognized, a friend of mine who I hadn't seen for more than two, or three, years.
I walked a little faster in an effort to intercept her.
Soon enough, I was standing in front of Audrey. She recognized me instantly, giving each other a nice big hug. We walked to the same bench Rosie and I were on the other day watching the two dogs mate, and I learned she married a man who has a dog kennel, and having his male dogs hire out for breeding purposes.
I found it quite coincidental how one day Rosie and I were watching two dogs mate, and now, here we are talking to a friend of mine whose husband owns a kennel and hires out his dogs for breeding. Talking about weird, this was weird, I thought.
Rosie mentioned how we watched the dogs a couple of days ago standing butt to butt, causing Audrey to smile.
"They were tied," she replied.
Rosie asked what is "tied," so Audrey went on to explain, "When they separated, if you noticed, there was a bulb like looking swelling at the base of the dog's penis, correct?"
"Yes, I saw that. Is that so he can't go inside her too far to keep him from hurting her?" she innocently asked.
"No, Rose, actually, it is the other way around. The male dog forces that bulb, his knot, as it is called, inside the female dog, and once this happens, it swells up so big he can't pull his penis out of her vagina. Then the male is injecting a fertile liquid inside her the entire time. Not only does it keep them together while he is injecting her, it also keeps the liquid from coming out of her, even though his penis is inside her. Basically, in other words, it seals her vagina giving him the time to give her all of his sperm laden semen inside her to have a higher chance of getting pregnant." Audrey really answered Rosie's question in a good way, and I was impressed with not only her answer, but, how she delivered her answer. Very appropriately.
"How does the dog know how big his knot can get before they hurt each other, or her, once it is inside her?"
"Actually, they don't know. Nature has a way to make room behind the muscles at the entrance of the vagina, and this is where the knot swells, where there is more room for the expanded knot. It does NOT hurt her in the least, I can assure you, unless he is pulling out his knot early, or not having the time to shrink enough to allow a safe withdrawal of his knot," Audrey explained.
"At the kennel, however, we do something I have never heard of being done before. My husband has developed a way to measure the inside of the vagina to be bred, and then he can pick the dog with the right sized knot and penis to give every opportunity for the breeding to take place, and yet, assure no injuries to the female during the mating process."
"Wow!! I never would have guess that," I replied, shocked in a good way, pleased to know somebody cares about the animals about to mate, which even Nature herself doesn't really do. I was quite impressed to hear of this.
Audrey noticed how interested I was hearing this, and I think Rosie was interested as well. It must have been quite apparent because Audrey said, "Tell you what," reaching into her purse to remove a business card, handing it to me, "I need to get home soon because we have a bitch coming into heat tomorrow or the next day, and I am the one who really does the measurement. My husband is the one who selects the dog. Would you like to see how it is done?"
"Yes," Rosie and I replied in perfect unplanned unison.
The three of us left the park and I followed her to the kennel, which was just only half a mile from our house. We followed her inside the building. I noticed in the back were two rows of kennels behind a soundproof door. Once inside, I noticed the male dogs were on the left, and the few female dogs were on the right side of the kennel.
Audrey put on her full length white robe associated with medical purposes, and clear latex gloves. She walked to the kennel with a dog which appeared to be a cross between a coyote and wolf, a beautiful white and brown haired dog with dark spots on the hair on its rear legs and flanks.
"This is the bitch," Audrey informed us while putting the leash on her. Removing her from the cage, she led the bitch to a table with a weird looking cage on it. She opened the door at

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