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"So... how is she?" Even over the phone, Jayla's voice carried a sultry smoke to it that took Leanna back to warm nights spent together. Leanna had texted Jayla the news about her parents, but only now finally called her to talk. She used her mother's old flip phone, since it got better cell service out here than hers.

She paced in front of Bribes, the afternoon sun stretching out the shadows of the cedar over most of the parking lot. Leanna said, "It's like she's a whole new person and nothing's changed at all. She's so excited about you, and us, and I didn't know I could have this much fun with her before, but it's been so great getting to know her like this."

Over the phone Jayla giggled. "Girl, don't go swooning for her now."

"Stop. I'm just--last night was hard, but I'm so glad I came out here."

"I'd say it's the best way things could've gone."

"I know, it's weird. I was so mad at her at first..." a truck with its axles raised and mufflers messed with went roaring down the highway Bribes was off of. Leanna paused for it. She planned to do this phone call at home, but Leanna had been having so much fun she lost track of time. She didn't want to go home, so best to just do a quick check-in now. Leanna continued, "I was mad, but now it's just never felt this easy spending time with her. The only thing I'd change is I wish you were here."

"I could take a sick day, Friday, come down for the weekend," Jayla suggested.

"It's tempting, but I'm not going to ask you to do that. There'd be nowhere for us to sleep, much less..."

"Woods are a big place down there. We'd find somewhere private if we got each other worked up."

"You really are pushing your luck," Leanna warned. "Let me think about it, okay? I'm tempted, but--I don't know."

"You want this time with them," Jayla said. "I understand, baby."

"Thank you," Leanna said with a little sigh. "I need some time to get to know my parents all over again."

"Take it. But if your mom hooks you up with any cute girls, be sure to send me pics."

"Jayla!"

Over the phone, the burst of Jayla's laughter made it impossible for Leanna to resist her own smile. Her fiancée said, "Love you, baby. Stay safe, and I'll hear from you tomorrow?"

"Of course, love you."

Leanna flipped the phone closed and looked up in time to see a lanky raccoon approach in a leather jacket. He looked to be in his thirties, nose and brow carrying piercings. "Hey, you got a smoke?"

Leanna said as she made for the door, "No, sorry."

"Figures. Hey, where you going?"

"Inside," Leanna answered.

The raccoon darted in front of her, putting the door between them. "I've not seen you around before. You're that raptor girl the Pine's adopted, right?"

"Listen, I'm not interested. Fuck off." Leanna shouldered past him.

"What, you a dyke or something?"

Leanna spun and smacked him, palm open and claws out. The guy yowled and backed off, cursing her. "I told you not to fuck with me," Leanna snarled before heading inside. She slammed the door behind her, getting a few people around the bar to look up, including her mother.

Leanna left Alexis at the pool table with the other girls, who she'd been introduced to. They had been having a good time, talking, drinking, swapping out who played pool. Alexis came over with a pool cue in hand. "Baby? You okay?" she asked as she reached Leanna.

"Just some asshole outside who couldn't take a hint," Leanna said as she moved to the pool table. "I handled him."

"I can see. Shit, your claws are dripping blood, here." Alexis tossed the pool cue to the wolf. "Swap in for me, Torrey. We need to go to the bathroom."

"Momma--"

"Hush girl," Alexis said as she wrapped a paw around Leanna's bloodied fingers. "You go dripping blood round here and David's gonna throw you out for causing trouble."

"The guy started it," Leanna complained as they reached the bathrooms.

"They always start shit," Alexis said. Bribes bathroom had two sinks and three stalls packed together so tight Alexis almost had trouble squeezing into the stalls. She ran the tap and forced her daughter's fine, slender fingers under the cold water. "Tell me what happened."

"Guy came up for smokes. Tried to stop me from going inside, wanting me to flirt. I told him to fuck off, he called me a dyke, and I put him in his place."

Alexis grunted as she carefully washed her daughter's hand and the blood that had seeped into her paw. "You must have got him bad, to get this messy."

"You always taught me not to pull my punches," Leanna said.

"Yeah, your punches. If your claws come out they're liable to call the sheriff out." Alexis shut the tap off and sighed, looking her daughter in the eyes through the mirror. "I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself."

Leanna enjoyed watching the pair of them in the mirror. It reminded her of the pictures she shared of her and Jayla. Her slender, lean body leaning against the bigger lioness'. Without being really conscious of it, she leaned against Alexis, and said, "A part of me wished you were there. No way he'd have fucked with me if you were around."

The weight and warmth of her daughter against Alexis made it hard to think. Leanna's tail idly stroked against Alexis calves, and it felt so electric she felt the sudden impulse to wrap her paws around Leanna's waist, hold her close and--

A hard knock on the door snapped Alexis from that train of thought. Both women stepped apart as if they got caught doing something wrong. "Alex?" It was David on the other end of the door. "I know you're in there, come on out."

Alexis yanked open the door and said, "Shouldn't you be at the bar?"

David had a hard, stern look to him. "Your girl tore up Lance's face. Lucky she didn't take an eye out. Y'all need to leave before his uncle gets here."

"Shit," Alexis said.

"Who's his uncle?" Leanna asked, still at the sink.

"Sheriff's deputy," Alexis said. "Lance is a punk who gets bailed out every time he gets in some scuffle or wreck. They ain't likely to press charges, but we ought to make ourselves scarce."

"He's a pain in the ass we can't get rid of," David said. "Someone in the parking lot saw what happened and is willing to stand up for you, so we'll get things sorted, but I doubt y'all want to be harassed by cops."

"I owe you one, David," Alexis said.

The boar offered a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "Just promise not to start shit here again."

"Alright, I'll settle my tab next time I'm here."

"I know you're good for it," David said.

Alexis led Leanna out, grabbing her purse from where they left it with the other girls. They quickly rushed to the truck, no sign of Lance. As they got in, Alexis said, "Use my phone and text your daddy. Tell him we're going to camp out tonight."

"We are?"

Alexis twisted around her seat to look behind her as she backed out. "Just being safe. In case someone tries to come around the house. They don't see the truck they won't bother with us."

"Okay. You have somewhere in mind?"

"Something special. Was planning on saving it for another night, but we can just stop by the gas station on the way and pick up food for the evening," Alexis said as she pulled out onto the highway.

"Alright, just the two of us. For the rest of the night."

"Don't need to sound like it's gonna be awful," Alexis teased while Leanna texted her father.

Message sent, Leanna said, "I'm not thinking that."

"Mmm, sure. You're just gonna have to put up with your momma. Think of it as punishment for using your claws on that fool."

Leanna let it drop, afraid to describe the butterflies in her chest. She hated how romantic this all started to sound, and how if this were any other girl, she'd be reaching across the cab and stroking her thigh.

***

Riley stroked Ethan's thigh, idly reminiscing about how his father's cock felt filling his muzzle. They drove back home with the CD player turned down as Riley rested his face against his father's shoulder. When Ethan didn't need both hands on the wheel, his right went to touch his son, stroking his neck, his cheek, groping his crotch. Neither male pressed things too far, just enough to keep each other hard. Occasionally Riley's fingers squeezed his dad's cock through his dress pants. Things had started innocent enough, but soon it was impossible to think about anything but the way his dad smelled, how he felt throbbing through the fabric of his pants, Ethan's little huffs when Riley's fingers rubbed up and down his glans.

"You mind checking my phone, dear?" Ethan asked.

Riley blinked. He completely missed the chime from his father's phone. Riley fished it from the cup holder Ethan dropped it in and swiped open the lock screen. "It's mom--no wait, Leanna is using mom's phone. She says mom is taking them camping and they'll be back tomorrow."

"Heh, maybe we don't need to worry about how they'll take our news."

"Hmm?"

"There's a park ranger, Anna, who has a spot over in Callowkeen National Park that's out of the way, set up for any of the other lesbians in the county to use when they want a night together or need to hide out."

"Wait, so you're saying they're going there to, like, do what we did?"

Ethan shrugged. "Probably best not to jump to conclusions, but there's a reason your mother goes camping by herself. You know what this means, though, right?"

Riley licked his lips, glancing back down at his father's crotch. "We're going to get the house to ourselves?"

"Hehe, almost like we planned it."

Riley pawed his dad's shaft, stroking it up and down. "Can't you go any faster?"

"My son, so needy."

"Dad, please."

"Mmm, we're almost home, dear. Just wait a little longer for me."

***

"Ain't she a bit young for you, Alex?"

"She's my daughter, Pete."

"Oh," the chubby squirrel muttered. He stood on his tip-toes, leaning over to get a better view of the young raptor in the back of the gas station.

Alexis shifted in front of his view and said, "Just put twenty on pump two."

"I forgot you had a daughter," Pete said. He pressed some buttons at his kiosk and said, "Should be set up."

"She's been living on her own for a while now," Alexis said. "Got a life of her own, I'm just trying to let her see more of my own now that she's grown."

"Fair enough."

Alexis turned around, they were the only two at the place right then, so she had no qualms calling out, "Baby girl."

"Yeah, momma?"

Alexis put her debit card on the counter. "I'm going to fill up the tank. Get everything you want and put it on my card. PIN's your brother's birthday."

Leanna smiled and went about her business. She grabbed a twelve pack of Miller High Life, which she knew Alexis could put back in the right mood. Then two bags of jerky, two bottles of water, two bags of pistachios and some spicy trail mix. By the time she dumped all this on the counter, another person had ambled into the gas station. An older bird, robin by the colors of him, in a big tractor cap who went straight for the coffee in the back.

As Pete rang things up, Leanna said, "And that little bottle of Southern Comfort on the shelf behind you."

"Alright," Pete grabbed the bottle, which was plenty to get Leanna wasted. "It just going to be the two of you out there?"

"Think so," Leanna said. "Unless she's got some surprises in store for me."

"Just a lot of booze for two people."

"What else do you do in the woods to keep from getting bored?" Leanna asked.

Pete shrugged his shoulders. "That's fair. So you're really her daughter?"

"Adopted, yeah. You really don't remember me, Pete?"

The squirrel tapped the side of his head. "Stroke burned a hole in my memory a few years back. Best I got in my head is a little girl running around this store and knocking things over with her tail."

Leanna giggled. "I can still do that, if you'd like."

"I'll pass. Cleaning up ain't as easy as it used to be. Why you dressed up for camping, though?"

"We were elsewhere. We're going to go home and get changed first."

"Hmm, good. I really thought for a minute there Alex just picked up some out of towner looking for a roll in the hay."

"You know about my mom?" Leanna asked.

"Your father, too," Pete asked before he pulled up the cuff of his plaid button up. He wore a rainbow bracelet on his wrist. "Great niece got me this. Used to be scared of being open, but now I'm just too old to give a shit."

Leanna snickered. "Thanks Pete, how much I owe you?"

"56.50."

Leanna balked. "For some booze and jerky?"

"And the twenty in gas."

"Fine," Leanna grumbled as she opened her handbag and retrieved her wallet. Behind her walked up the other customer.

"What about letting your momma pay?"

"She's not gonna let me cover anything else this trip, might as well get this for her."

"You're a good girl, Leia."

"Leanna."

"Sure."

***

Ethan did speed a little after that text message. He hadn't had a boy over at the house in almost ten years, and now it was his boy, and they had the whole night alone. All at once so much time and not enough at all. As they pulled into the driveway, Riley finally sat up. He undid his buckle before Ethan even came to a stop, and by the time he got the car in park, Riley was on him, climbing over the gear shift and straddling Ethan's hips.

The musk deer's ears were flattened against the roof of the car as he pecked Ethan's beak with kisses, tusks nudging against keratin. Ethan huffed, grabbing Riley by the butt. "Boy," Ethan said, "if I was ten years younger I'd carry you in like this."

Riley laughed. "Worried about throwing out your back?"

"Mmm, it'd be worth it." Ethan grabbed Riley by his scruff, holding the boy still so he could open his beak. Avians couldn't kiss proper like other anthros, but with a tilt of the head, Ethan locked their maws together. Riley whimpered and opened his lips, his broader buck tongue finding Ethan's thinner one. They teased over and around each other's tastebuds, swapping spit while his horny son humped madly into Ethan's stomach. He hadn't cum earlier, and clearly his arousal hadn't flagged at all in the forty minute drive home.

Riley broke the kiss to hug his father tight, humping against the hawk's stomach. That littlest bit of pressure, squeezing at his loins, had him on edge. He just needed Ethan so badly.

"Dad," Riley whined, "Oh fuck, dad, daddy, oh shit."

Both men humped and ground against each other, but Ethan managed to keep himself more together. "Come on, dear, hold it in. I know you want it so bad, I can feel you throbbing against me. But not here."

Riley whimpered, unable to stop his hips. He burrowed his face in his father's neck, still humping. "I d-don't know if--"

"Good boys cum when they're told. And you want to be my good boy, don't you?"

"Fuck..." Riley froze, panting. Hearing those words from his dad felt like something realigned inside him. "I do," Riley breathed. "I want to be a good boy."

"Then go inside, upstairs to my bedroom. I want to find you naked in my bed when I get there."

"Yes, sir," Riley whispered. He kissed his father's cheek and forced the driver's side door open, stumbling out into the summer heat. It barely registered given everything else. Riley fished his keys from his pocket and had the front door open in a matter of seconds. Some small part of him heard his mom shouting about leaving the door open, as he raced up the stairs to the master bedroom. He threw off his shirt, kicking out of his jeans as he crashed through the door.

His head pounded with nerves and the stupid, lusty excitement of a teenage boy who needed to get off an hour ago. It was like some doe's heat put him in rut. The tapered tip of his pink cock poked out from his boxers. He fell back into the bed, throwing off his underwear and resisting the urge to touch himself. He stared at his dick, struggling with how strongly he smelled. Soon as his pants came off it was like a bomb of his musk hit. Potent, pungent male buck coming strongest from his hefty balls and thick sheath, which was stretched wide around the girthy base of his shaft. The first eight inches of which carried heft great enough his last girlfriend couldn't get her fingers all the way around it. The last three inches of his shaft tapered off to a tip thick as Riley's thumb, with a urethra currently drooling a fresh bead of precum on every throb of the randy teenager's meat.

He'd known himself big since the first time he sported an erection alone in his room at the age of twelve, but hearing his dad say as much earlier in the office... his father whispering in his ear, fingering his tusk. It would be so easy to rub one out. He resisted rolling over and humping his parents' bed, sure he'd cum in seconds. He just needed to fuck something so bad. He tossed his head back in a pained, rough groan.

Ethan heard his son as he came down the hall, turning in the doorway to find his boy had followed orders, much as it pained the randy buck. Riley sprawled back on the bed, legs spread, aching shaft rising, falling, rising, falling, on each little pant of his wiry son. That soft coat of dark brown fur and smokey grey front that wrapped around his son's heavy balls, tusks sharp and distinct against his muzzle.

Riley did not hear Ethan till the floor creaked underneath him as he stepped into the master bedroom. His boy looked up and locked eyes, those soft browns twinged with nervous energy. Ethan whispered, "Shhh, it'll be alright, dear. Daddy's here." He slipped out of his vest and tossed it onto Alexis' nightstand, covering up a family picture she kept framed there. Best if that not see this sort of thing.

Riley watched his dad undo his buttons, hands only leaving his shirt to open a sliding closet door. He searched through the shelves on Alexis' side of the closet till he found something. When he faced Riley, his shirt had been opened, and in his hands was a leather collar and fine, chain leash ending at a leather handle. Ethan tossed it onto the bed next to his son.

Riley sucked in a breath as his father said, "Put that on." Fingers trembling, Riley fumbled to listen to his dad. The leather collar had a good weight as he fastened it to his throat. While he did, Ethan shuffled out of his trousers again, naked by the time Riley got the leash on. His father's stare, soft smirk to his beak, got Riley to go still.

"W-what?" Riley asked.

"Just admiring the prettiest boy this side of the Mississippi."

"Dad!" Riley grabbed one of the pillows by the headboard and threw it at Ethan. "D-don't stay stuff like that... I'm not--"

Riley stopped when Ethan's knee fell on the bed, shifting the mattress a little with his weight. He felt a lump his throat grow and swell till he had trouble breathing as Ethan shuffled closer. His dad leaned in, caressing his son's jaw. "You are to me," Ethan said, "and right now, I'm the only man who matters to you, aren't I?"

"Hah--ah," Riley huffed, trying to speak, unable to with his dad looming right there. He just nodded.

Riley did not even notice Ethan grab his leash till his father tugged on the chain, yanking his face next to Ethan's. "Good boy," Ethan said, making Riley whimper. "I'm going to take good care of you tonight, okay? But if you have any problems just say Callowkeen and I'll stop, okay?"

"O-o--alright."

Ethan nuzzled his son's cheek, then gave Riley some slack. The boy slowly dropped back onto the bed, as Ethan straddled his son's hips. Ethan placed his freehand on his boy's chest, feeling that racing heart, ribcage juddering on each shaky exhale. He needed it so badly. Ethan lifted his head, his nares flaring as he sucked in that pungent smell of a buck in rut. It was a little sharper, randy with a teenager's youth. Salt and earth smells blending with Bradford Pears in bloom, a stink to some, but a fine intoxicant for men like Ethan.

Later, Ethan would need to actually talk about safe sex and prep and all those ins-and-outs. But the older male knew his body well enough to know he was clean, and regular testing reassured him he would be safe to sink back on his son's raw cock. The thought made his tailfeather's lift reflexively.

Riley gasped when he felt his father's smooth, scaly digits wrap around his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to hold in his excitement as Ethan guided his tip, brushing around soft, fine feathers and nestling in against his dad's pucker.

Throbbing, leaking all over Ethan's entrance. He didn't expect to hilt his son before the boy came, but that was fine. He was worked up like a teased virgin, and it would have been easy to stroke out that first load then get to the real action, but Ethan wanted Riley to cum inside him. Nowhere else. One hand planted on his son's chest, still holding that leash, other wrapped around his soft-yet-firm taper as Ethan rocked up and down against it.

"You want to be inside me so badly, don't you, son?" When Riley tried to nod, Ethan cut him off, "Ah ah, use your words, dear."

"I want inside you, daddy, please," Riley whispered, voice strained. "I need it. I need you. Please."

"Such a needy boy."

"Yes! Needy for you, daddy."

"Mmm, you're so cute like this," Ethan said. "I wonder how long I could hold you here."

Riley whined and shook his head.

"See how long it takes until you get so desperate you throw me on my back and fuck me."

"Dad!"

"You want to, don't you?"

"Please daddy, just... just... Oh god..." Riley stopped, eyes wide as he finally felt pressure growing against his tapered tip. His father's soft, warm heat nestling down, firmer and firmer. His cock with nowhere to go but inside Ethan. His father, letting out a little breath, yielded, that ring of muscle stretching around his son. His tip, suddenly surrounded by tight, pulsing heat. Riley moaned, harshly, teeth clenched. His hips bucked reflexively, and he rammed the first few inches into his father.

Ethan gasped, but said, "That's it. My needy boy. You can't wait to breed your daddy, can you?" Riley grabbed him by the thighs and forced him further down. Going in without lube, even for someone as practiced as Ethan, was still a big ask. His rim stretched around his son's meaty cock; it expanded till it left a solid gape, wide as Ethan's largest toys, almost the biggest dick he'd ever taken. He groaned and doubled over, backside burning.

Riley clutched him close, not aware of the exertion Ethan experienced. That tunnel swallowed almost half of his shaft now--inner heat of Ethan's body soft and pliant. It constricted around his member, and Riley's eyes watered, his nuts screwing up tight. He couldn't stop it. He was going to cum. He didn't want to, but it was so much, too much.

"Daddy... I'm sorry daddy, I'm gonna--"

"It's okay, son. Cum for me."

Riley buried his face into his father's shoulder, whimpering and overwhelmed. An orgasm had never overcome him like this before, but it came like a great catharsis. The tension in his body exploded, his cock twitching around Ethan's rim. Pink flesh vibrant against the dark skin of his pucker. Those balls lifted and fell, and Riley exploded inside his father.

Ethan felt the boy's first few shots. Liquid heat, thick ribbons of cum filling him. His son's cum. It soothed the burn Ethan felt as his son quaked and shuddered, babbling, "Ethan! Dad... I'm..."

"Sh-sh," Ethan soothed, stroking the back of his neck. "You're a good boy, just enjoy this, dear."

Riley whined, his father's praise so good. This whirlwind of feeling coursed further through him, muddling into relief as he panted against his dad, the flow of his orgasm tapering off to a last few precious pumps of cum. Ethan's walls clenched around him, and Riley twitched, called back to attention as his father touched his cheek.

"Hey, why are you crying, silly?" Ethan asked as he wiped tears out of the corner of Riley's eyes.

"I'm just..." Riley sucked in a shaky breath. "I love you, dad."

"Hehe, I love you, too, son. I'm so happy to be here with you."

A surge of fiery love snaked up through his sternum into his ribs. Riley hugged his dad tight to him again, his cock not flagging at all. He just came, but he felt that need in him still. Like Ethan was that doe in heat, and Riley wouldn't be sated till he was sure he bred his father.

Ethan nuzzled up under Riley's chin and whispered, "You need more, don't you?"

"Yes," Riley breathed, fingers sliding down to his dad's bubble butt. That soft, full rump felt so good to squeeze down on. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. "Fuck dad... I've not needed it this bad in so long."

"Heh, good." Ethan sat up. "Because I'm far from done with you." With a grunt, Ethan hiked his legs around and spun on his son's lap. Riley moaned feeling those cum-slickened walls twist across his cock. His father rested on him, in a reverse cowboy. Ethan lifted his tailfeathers and spread his downy white cheeks. Riley had a perfect view of his thick, throbbing cock wedged inside his father. The pink flesh dripping pearlescent beads of cum that leaked out of Ethan's asshole. Ethan looked over his shoulder, and said, "Watch me hilt you."

Using his son's cum as lube, Ethan wiggled his rump, sliding down few more inches on that shaft. It bowed a little from the pressure. His son was just so big. Ethan was used to less endowed males rutting him over his desk. It had been years since he took a cock this big, needing to relax his inner muscles. He drew in a long, deep breath, and on the exhale rocked downward. He groaned as more meat caved in his asshole. It was the boy's girth that really did Ethan in. That painful stretch eased by the feeling of his son's cock smashed against his prostate. He felt Riley's pulse along his pleasure button, strong and full of life.

Ethan needed that life sheathed completely inside him. He leaned forward, quaking as fat cock slid out his asshole, eased by his son's cum and freshly dripping precum. Riley gawked, breathless, as the glistening pink shaft came free, coated in a sheen of his seed, till only the tip remained. Ethan's tailfeathers trembled while his father panted. Riley wondered if he should do something, but even as he thought that his dad slammed back down on his lap. His cock, enveloped by tight, wonderful heat until that soft rump pounded his hips.

Ethan arched his back, feeling the wind almost knocked out of him. He felt his son's tapered tip nudging against his abdomen, leaving a little outline there. Ethan's cock flexed, bouncing up and down with a strand of precum falling from it. "D-dear God, Riley."

"Dad?"

"You're just, hah, so big." Ethan sucked in a breath and moaned. Bottoming out on his boy took a lot more out of Ethan than he expected, but he wanted more. He reached behind him and pawed around, finding the chain to Riley's leash. Ethan wrapped it around his hand and yanked Riley up.

Riley found himself chest to back with his father. He squeezed Ethan's hips, already rocking. Both men gyrated back on each other, mashing ass and crotch together, neither male able to stop themselves. His dad's walls squeezed and ground against his cock, rippling up and down his shaft. It was an intoxicant Riley sank further into. The grip on his father's hips tightened, and he started lifting his dad up and down.

"That's, hnnf, it son, yes," Ethan gasped, keeping a tight grip on the leash while his boy took over. "Fuck your daddy."

"God, Ethan," Riley whined into his father's nape. "You feel so good."

"I'm all yours, Riley."

Hips flush to father's ass, the musk deer shoved Ethan forward. The hawk grasped the edge of the bed, scrambling not to fall off as Riley put him on his knees. His son noticed his precarity, and backed up till the tip of his dick remained inside Ethan. Riley tugged his father backwards onto his cock. Ethan squawked a little from the manhandling. He liked it, but the forcefulness brought back a sudden burning stretch, but that sting around his rim had started to feel good, like an itch Ethan needed to sate.

Ethan settled on his elbows, lifting his ass and tailfeathers up. He grabbed a fistful of the comforter and said, "That's it, son, fuck your daddy senseless."

Riley, panting, was too worked up to respond. He gripped his dad's thighs, and held him in place. By now, it was easy to slide out that sloppy hole, his cock tugging on the rim and pulling it backwards before the pink shaft rammed itself back in. Ethan grunted, shutting his eyes as the explosion of pressure and pleasure worked through his guts. He clenched his beak close, sucking in a breath through his nares and getting more of his son's ripe pungent musk. The smell of a buck in rut, the smell of male sex. It alone made Ethan's beak open in a long, broken moan as his son started fucking him.

That soft, pliant heat sucking up and down his cock was oh so satisfying. Riley could not stop himself. He felt his orgasm already building, but it didn't matter. His father's body was made for Riley to plough. He churned up the older hawk's guts, Ethan's rump jiggling a little on each firm slap. The teenager's heavy balls slapping his dad's. His father's cock swinging up and down, dripping precum all across the sheets. Riley clenched his teeth, eyes screwed up shut, he leaned forward a bit, fucking harder and faster. His dad's wobbling legs began to spread, wider, falling forward.

Ethan's swaying dick got pinned behind him, between his thighs as his son fucked him into the bed. That big, brutal cock made it impossible for Ethan to stay on his knees. And his son kept pistoning his hips, a machine smack smack smacking his nuts first on Ethan's balls, then his butt and thighs, as Ethan's was belly down in the bed, utterly helpless. His beak hung over the edge, open with a dumb, little smile. Riley had fucked him past the point of orgasm. His son's fat, pink shaft mashing Ethan's prostate into a pulp, a haze of pleasure taking over. His lower body numb, with the need to cum, but Riley fucked him so full and fast his poor prostate couldn't even clench down to nut properly.

Riley didn't even notice his father's cock leaking little dribbles of seed every now and then, weakly pumped out by his balls. It drooled out his urethra, into a slimy pool around his glans smeared into the comforter as Riley rocked Ethan's body forward and back. Riley was too caught up trying to hold off his second orgasm. It wound up in his loins, balls drawing tight. His hips a hard pounding blur. Riley fell across his father, propped on his elbows.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck, dad..." Riley breathed, feeling it build and build. His thrusts slowed. Long, ragged smacks of his hips melted into keeping his crotch flush to his dad's ass, grinding, humping. "Ethan, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes," Ethan slurred. "Please, son, d-daddy needs it."

"Dad, God," Riley couldn't control himself any longer. His back arched, pressing every bit of himself to his dad, his sheath rubbing against Ethan's asshole the last bit of sensation grinding along his dick before he came. "Mmm!" Reflexively, Riley clamped down on his dad's shoulder to keep from being too loud.

Those slender, fine tusks punched into Ethan's shoulder. A sharp sting from them made the hawk gasp, the pain of it barely registered over the sheer, blissful exhaustion of having his son breed his rump. He felt every little pulse of that cock inside him. More liquid heat as those virile, teenage balls clenched up and down his rump. Ethan felt himself getting filled. In this position, gravity and the weight of his quivering, teenage son, keeping all that cum inside him. Ethan's stomach rose a little with it, like he ate too much. He groaned, eyes rolling back in his head. Ethan's cock now resting in a smaller pool of his own cum, eked out in one long, drawn out, anal orgasm.

Neither knew how long they lay there in the languid warmth. Each exhausted in their own way. Ethan didn't even want his son's teeth to leave his shoulder. The sting of that bite had dulled to a slow, satisfying throb of pain. He shifted and sighed, reaching over his shoulder to scratch behind his son's ears.

That touch of affection roused Riley. His eyes blinked open, and the taste of blood on his tongue made him release his father with a little gasp. "Oh my God, dad, are you--"

"Hehehe, I'm fine, son," Ethan breathed.

"I'm sorry, I've never gotten so worked up like that."

"I'm glad you did," Ethan whispered, throat a little dry. "I, heh, don't think you'll have any trouble making other boys happy."

Riley kissed his dad's shoulder, where twin beads of blood started to appear around his feathers. "You're the only one who matters to me right now."

"I'm hardly a 'boy.'"

"You're wonderful. That's all that matters to me."

"Trying real hard to fluster this old man, hmm?"

"Shut up, dad." Riley nosed his dad's shoulder. "Should I get up and take care of this?"

"No," Ethan said. "I like it." He waved to the side of the room where a bookshelf was cluttered with old paperbacks.

"Huh?"

"Your dad likes vampire novels, remember?"

A whole shelf had been dedicated to different books in the genre. From Bram Stoker to more contemporary stuff.

Riley chuckled. "Are you saying I'm a vampire?"

"I'm saying I've had a thing for fangs like yours for a really, really long time."

"Mmm, we should have done this sooner." Riley worked his arms around and under his father, hugging the pair tight. "God, dad, I'm..." Riley shook his head back and forth against his father. "I'm head over hooves for you right now."

Ethan actually laughed.

"Hey! What's so funny?"

"Just giddy, is all, son." Ethan sighed. "I do feel truly blessed to have you, you know that?"

"I do."

"Then you know what I want you to do?"

"Anything, Ethan."

"Carry me to the shower? We should wash up, but I can't feel my legs."

***

The pickup wound through dirt and gravel roads so narrow only one vehicle could fit at a time. Tree branches occasionally whipped against the cab, telling Leanna cars did not come down this path often. It was off the main road that cut through Callowkeen National Park, which was centered around a small streak of a lake. Leanna leaned against the window, trying to still her stomach as the bumpy ride made it churn.

She asked Alexis, "When were you planning to take me down here?"

"I was thinking Friday. Wanted to show it to you, at least," Alexis said. She scratched the back of her head with a claw. "It feels weird. Like most parents go show their kids where they went to school, or what street they grew up on. None of that really mattered to me, but this?" Alexis paused as they came around a bend and into a clearing next to a creek. There was a small shelter built out of logs with a bench--a spot where someone on a hike could rest in a storm. Under the shelter was a heavy duty trunk with a padlock latching it shut.

Alexis put her truck in park and said, "This is where some of the best nights of my life happened."

Stomach settling as they came to a stop, Leanna popped her door open and stumbled outside. She savored the clean air, rich with trees and rushing water from the creek. The whole place was covered in shadow from the slow, setting sun already fallen over the trees, but it was a lovely little spot. "It's beautiful, momma."

"I would have liked to plan better," Alexis said, having gotten out and circled round the truck. She went straight for the trunk, kneeling at it and turning the numbers on its bottoms. "We could have made a day of it. Done some hiking, fishing. Actually enjoy the park a bit rather than just hide from the cops."

"How many people know about this spot?"

"Plenty know of it." With a grunt, Alexis tugged the padlock free and tossed the trunk open. "Only a few of us know how to get in this trunk, though. Come over here and help me carry this stuff to the pickup."

In armloads, they hauled over padding, thick blankets, tarp, mosquito netting, and several tent poles. Leanna learned, as she helped her mother set things up, that Alexis had modified her pickup's bed so the tent poles could be inserted inside it. They did not put up the tarp, cause no one forecasted rain in the county for at least another week, but the mosquito net went up, the tarp across the pickup's bed with all the blankets and padding to help with the bedding. Alexis had a pillow under the backseat of the cab and brought it out as well. By the time they finished, they needed the flashlight and lantern Alexis kept in the truck to better see by.

It was already sunset as they climbed into their little nest. Leanna tied the mosquito net close with a string, its roof hanging close to their heads even sitting down. Alexis tore open the box of twelve packs and passed Leanna a can. They lay on their sides, propped on their elbows.

Alexis popped the tab on her can, and when it didn't explode finished opening it. She took two long gulps before exhaling. "Still cold. Damn girl, you really spoiling me getting these."

"What else would I get?" Leanna asked with a stifled giggle. She reached into a plastic bag Pete had thrown the rest of their stuff in, fishing out the beef jerky. She tossed one bag to Alexis. "So how often you go out here?"

Alexis shrugged. "Depends. Some years it's almost every weekend. Other times I don't come here for months. Last time I was here was... April?"

"That long? Momma," Leanna tsked and shook her head. "We gotta get you up to the city. Girls would be all over you."

"You think I want a city girl?"

Leanna opened her can of beer and took a drink. "Plenty of country girls in the city. Just like me."

Alexis sighed. "Lord help me, there better not be any more girls like you." She rolled onto her back, paw still wrapped around her beer. It was a beautiful sky, tinted purple on one side, orange on the other, blending blues and greens in the middle. "One of you is trouble enough."

Leanna sat up. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean," Alexis answered even as she turned her head away. "I can barely handle you, can't imagine another Leanna in my life."

Alexis first got a raise on Leanna's feathers, but that same plumage of her head and hackles lowered again. "Am I really that much to handle, momma?"

"Hmm?" Alexis faced Leanna, alarmed by that tone of voice. She sat up and waved her paw between them. "No, no, you're wonderful, baby girl. You're the best thing that ever happened to me--just don't tell your brother that."

Leanna sat back against the side of the bed, knees tucked under her dress. She cradled her beer can in front of her muzzle as she asked, "What did you mean, then?"

"Shit." Alexis tossed back the rest of her beer, crushed it in her paw, and threw it to the foot of the pickup. She said as she popped open another beer, "You know this ain't my forte. Not good with words like your daddy or you. Lord, Riley all stunted by youth and still better at this."

"Momma, you're avoiding the question."

Alexis took another drink. "I know. Trying to get my thoughts together. What I meant was," a deep breath, "There ain't a girl in this world I love more than you. So the thought of meeting someone like you--lord help me. Lord help Ethan, too. I'd probably kick that old bird out on the couch and never let the girl leave my room."

Leanna did not expect any of that. Flustered warmth worked through her, and she thought again of that moment in the bathroom. Her mother pelt now soft yellow in the lantern light on one side, shifting to blue where light didn't reach. Her dark ears leaning back, eyes shining in the growing twilight. Leanna resisted the urge to touch her, afraid what that touch might mean. Her mother had crow's feet, fat in her arms and thighs and elsewhere from age, breasts sagging slightly. Still, Leanna saw nothing but a goddess sitting across from her.

Growing up, Leanna had a crush on Alexis that she chalked up to being a growing teenager needing someone and somewhere to project her desires on. It had faded when Leanna moved out, but now...

Alexis cleared her throat. "See? Bad with my words. Now we're stuck out here and it's all weird between us. You're my daughter, baby girl, you'll always be that first. I just ain't expecting to meet someone who means as much to me as you do."

"Momma..." Leanna whispered, wanting to say so much, but she hesitated. Did Alexis actually want her or was this all just some mix up? She wondered what Jayla would tell her to do, which leapt to memories of her fiancée over her, pressing inside Leanna while she clawed at the lioness's back and called her momma.

Good God, Jayla would be laughing at her right now.

Leanna swallowed the knot in her throat and said, "You're getting worked up over nothing, you know. I was just saying we could find you a girl to screw. Not your bride, silly girl."

"Excuse me?" Alexis huffed. "Who you calling girl?"

Leanna giggled, and the moment washed away. A tension they unknowingly both danced around. She said, "Girls, tell me about who all you took out here and I'll tell you how me and Jayla got together."

"You really after your momma's dirty laundry, huh?"

"Long as you can handle mine."

"Long as I can handle--psh, girl sit back and listen up. Gonna blow your mind with the things we do out here."

Alexis had never minced words with Leanna, and she didn't censor herself when describing her escapades with different women. She told Leanna about her first time out here at twenty-one, with an older woman in her thirties. This old dom who guided Alexis through how to pleasure each part of a woman over the course of one long weekend. How one of the girls at the bar, the wolf named Torrey, was a squirter. Least she was for Alexis. They came out here with towels every time cause otherwise they'd need to wash up the blankets before leaving.

"Anyways, she smelled funny to me, but foxes are funny smelling, so I don't think nothing of it till the next morning," Alexis was saying, the night sky now full of stars with a few streaks of the Milky Way overhead. "Wake up at sunrise with poor Jenna humping up against my thigh, in heat of all things."

Leanna took a sip from the bottle of Southern Comfort she now held. Between the pair lay their jerky and trail mix open, both women just nibbling on things. At the foot of the pickup were six cans of beer, four from Alexis, who now finished her fifth, crushing it and adding it to the pile. Leanna asked while her mom got her sixth beer, "Was it your first time dealing with a girl in heat?"

"Mhmm. So here I had this tiny little Catholic vixen grinding up against me, swearing up a storm. Apparently she knew it was coming on, and wanted to come out here to get away from her man. Didn't want to deal with a whole new litter of kits."

"She don't tell you none of that, though."

"She don't! But here I am, horny vixen on me, and that heat, smell of it does something to me. Really gets my blood up. I licked that poor girl's spade raw, and managed to find this spot, right..." Alexis pantomimed fingering the vixen with her paws, "here. She just melted. We were supposed to go hiking that Saturday, but we barely went two miles, cause every thirty minutes I had to get this girl off."

Leanna snickered. "Poor thing! That must've been so hard for you!"

"It was exhausting! You ever deal with someone like that?"

"I have!" Leanna sat up on her knees and grabbed a handful of trailmix.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm," Leanna said while she chewed through the salty assortment of protein, sugar, and fat. After swallowing she said, "This ex I had, we got together shortly after I moved out of here. She had to house sit for this friend one time, watching this annoying, mean little feral dog."

"And the little dog went into heat."

"Momma!" Leanna tossed the cap to the Southern Comfort at her.

"Hey! No need to get violent, girl, tell me your story."

"Alright," Leanna said with a little huff. She took a drink, then spoke while Alexis took some strips of jerky. "So, this girl, name's May. She texts me, complaining about being bored, so I decide to come over, and we just end up bored together. You know what girls end up doing then. We start making out, and this shitty little dog tries nipping at our heels. I'd have kicked it, but with talons like these I'm liable to kill the thing. So we decide to go back into the guest room which just has an old mattress on the floor with some blankets. We shut the dog out, and are getting busy, but that dog's out there yapping."

"Mhmm," Alexis grunted.

"May can't stand it. Is more bothered by that, insists I open the door."

"So you don't fuck? How's this--"

"May insists I don't stop."

Alexis gawks. "Say what now?"

"You gotta understand, momma, I want things to work between me and this girl. So I listen to her, I open up the door. Fucking mutt scurries back inside and I try to get back between May's thighs. This dog don't leave us alone, of course. So here I am, holding it away from us with one hand while this thing chews and gnaws on me while I finger the girl with my other hand, trying my best to get her off. I'm not sure I ever felt less sexy, but somehow this bitch still cums."

"The dog or the girl?"

"Alexis I swear to God!"

Alexis head tossed back in a barking, belly laugh. Her tail smacked up and down on the bed, and she got so overtaken she didn't come back to her senses until her beer spilled across her tank top.

Leanna didn't offer an ounce of sympathy. While Alexis scrambled and drank the rest of the frothing can to keep from spilling more, Leanna said, "Serves your dumbass right."

"Oh, listen to my girl! Damn, I think I can count on one paw the times I heard you use my name." Alexis threw the now empty can with the rest and looked down at her tank top. She cursed and said, "At least nothing got on my bra."

"Got a spare shirt in the cab?" Leanna asked.

"Nothing." Alexis sighed. "I'll just need a shower in the morning, I guess."

"Just take it off," Leanna said, flinching when Alexis' hackles went up. Feeling flushed with more than just booze, Leanna added, "I just mean, still got the bra, right? Ain't like I've not seen you in a swimsuit before."

"Yeah," Alexis blinked and shook her head. "Nothing to be nervous about." She pulled the tank top overhead. Leanna couldn't help but stare at her mother's ample cleavage, how soft and inviting the mountain lioness' midriff looked. Fortunately, Alexis didn't notice, too busy crawling to the end of the pickup. She untied the mosquito net and said, "I'm gonna lay this out on the dash to dry then take a piss."

"Alright," Leanna said, still watching the muscles of her mother's back move. Leanna nibbled on a claw, staring till her mother disappeared around the bend to take a leak. Being drunk definitely brought out how much Leanna still wanted her. It was stupid to try anything, but... Alexis getting bashful and shy about the shirt. Did Alexis want her, too?

It seemed like it, but the thought made blood rush and roar through her skull so fast she had trouble remembering to breathe. Lord help her, Leanna could not afford an anxiety attack over this. She reached for her phone, tucked away in the corner. It was on airplane mode to save battery, and Leanna only used it to check the time: almost one in the morning. How had so much time already passed?

Leanna swallowed the knot in her throat. They needed sleep. That would put an end to this. Leanna heard Alexis coming up the trail and put her phone away, hopping out as well so she could use the bathroom. She said as she passed Alexis, "We should probably get to bed. It's getting late."

"You say so, baby girl."

Leanna heard something in Alexis' voice, but didn't dwell on it. There must have been things on her mind, too. Leanna trudged up just into the cover of trees. She squatted down and used her tail to keep some balance. It didn't take long to empty her bladder, staring ahead at a bush, Alexis still all over her mind. Trading stories of their sexcapades hadn't felt weird up until they reached this point. Now Leanna wanted to know what she smelled like, what her mother sounded like.

"Goddammit." She finished, and pulled her panties back up. The dress she wore felt a little light now, night air just cold enough to make her want something warmer. Warmth like her mother wrapped around--paws roving up Leanna's thighs...

Leanna returned to find Alexis had cleaned up some. She took the remaining cans out of their box, and put all their trash in there before bagging up what remained of their meager dinner and drinks. It was shut in the cab for the night, leaving the two women outside with nothing but the waxing cicadas and the scurry of critters.

Leanna climbed back inside the netting, tying it shut. When she faced Alexis, her mother shoved the one pillow they had against her chest. "Here," Alexis said.

"Momma, you need this more than me." Leanna handed it back.

"I'll be fine."

"No, I'll be fine. I'm young enough roughing it won't bother me much, but you know your neck will be hurting all day tomorrow if you don't have some support."

Alexis glared at the offered pillow. "I'll bundle up the blankets and be fine."

Leanna rolled her eyes and took the pillow, but an idea gave her pause. She forced herself to say it before she got second thoughts, "What if we shared it?" The pillow in question was big enough for them both, long as they were okay sleeping back to back.

The two women stared at each other. Leanna set the pillow down and lay on her side, facing away from Alexis. She said, "It's not a big deal, really."

Behind her, Alexis huffed. "Stubborn girl."

Leanna opened her mouth, but whatever words she had died when she felt Alexis settle in behind her. She held her breath, every scale aware of where her mother's body pressed up against her. Alexis spooned her, slipping one arm under the pillow, other wrapped around Leanna's waist. Alexis' nose brushed against Leanna's nape. Her tail ran along her mother's thigh, between her legs.

"There, happy?" Alexis grunted.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Leanna whispered.

"I'm not uncomfortable."

"You sound wound up."

"So do you." Alexis sucked in a long breath and exhaled. The heat of it along Leanna's feathers and scales made her tail quiver. "Leanna, I need to come clean. Right now, I'm struggling to just be your momma."

Leanna knew what her mother meant, but resisted the urge to ask her to say more. She twined her fingers with the digits of her mother's paws. "Don't overthink it, momma. I want you here against me."

"And Jayla?"

"Hehe, trust me, momma. Jayla's not going to mind."

"You two open or something?"

"Something like that," Leanna said. She wasn't interested in going into the polyamory of their relationship. She brought their twined fingers up to her muzzle and kissed them. "I just... We can just enjoy this right?"

"Course, baby girl."

"Just a mother and daughter keeping each other warm," Leanna said.

"We both know what this is."

"We do, but just for tonight we can pretend different."

Alexis hugged her tighter, taking a deep breath, clearly savoring Leanna's scent. Leanna sighed, grateful how the night wound on and on. Neither woman knew who fell asleep first, too focused on their partner's breathing and the feel of one against the other.