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Joss didn't want to take the low-hanging fruit of the job that his mother offered him, but she was able to give him the inside hookup, and until he heard back from some of the higher paying jobs that he'd applied for, he needed to bring in some kind of coin; he refused to loaf around on the couch while Renee was out working to provide for them.

The grocery store did start with impressive benefits and pay, especially for a local chain, but even his first paycheck was enough to raise questions for Joss. He'd recently seen a scrap of evidence that would suggest his mother was doing something more on the side to pay her mortgage, but he wasn't sure if the money involved in her unique pastime was sincere or not.

When he cashed that first, weekly paycheck, there was no doubt in his mind that Renee was pulling in a little extra cash from her side hustle.

"Sorry to bug you, Mom, but th-

"Renee. We're at work, sweetie."

The caribou flushed and tried not to roll his eyes, but his mother was right: they'd been required by management to maintain a proper and respectable work environment, meaning that Renee couldn't show him any preferential treatment.

It felt strange to call his own mother by her first name, even as a grown man...but he didn't want to get her in trouble at work, after she'd gone out of her way to get him a job in the first place.

"R...right. Sorry; Renee, could you please help me with this load out order? We've got a curbside pickup to take care of."

A smaller grocery chain, their store didn't quite have the manpower to have employees on standby to fulfill curbside pickups. Joss was put in charge of them after just one day of training, but when it came time to get some help and actually load things into a customer's car, finding other employees to come and help him with the task was like trying to strain water from a rock.

He knew he could always count on his mother, however, and the older caribou took as great of care as her body as any of the younger teenagers and adults that worked the store during the day.

"I'll be right there, Joss. Go ahead and get started with gathering the groceries, and I'll start bringing them out to the vehicle."

It wasn't preferential treatment if the pair were working on a project together, and walking the whole store to gather all of the ingredients for an order was the less enjoyable part of carting them out to a customer, leaving no one with any reason to complain about Joss and Renee working together.

The former, however, was still in quiet denial about what he'd seen his mother doing at their house the week before...and what he'd done to himself when he watched the stranger in his living room plow his mother's body into the couch cushions like she was a living sex toy.

"That works for me, M...R...Renee," he chewed through the word and spit it out, wearing his best smile as he did; in two ways, she was his superior, and he wanted to put on a good impression for the customers that were roaming the store. "Thanks for your help!"

His mother gave a quick wave and turned, the flip of her work apron drawing a little too much attention to the curve of her hips, contained only with a pair of tight, black yoga pants.

It wasn't his place to judge, but Joss wondered how his mother got away with wearing something so revealing to work every day, beyond the fact that she didn't appear to have any panties on underneath.

Get your head out of the gutter, dude, he thought. So your mom screwed some guy you work with and some other guy who delivers stuff for the farmer's market. She's allowed to have a sex life!

Convincing himself of that was becoming easier by the day, but convincing himself that he wasn't enjoying being a fly on the wall for her adventures was becoming that much harder.

**

Being a smaller grocery store, there wasn't quite as much foot traffic by the front of the building, nor as much vehicle traffic in the parking lot or the loading area behind the store itself.

Thanks to that, people could pull up to one of the front parking spots and wait as long as they wanted for their orders to be brought out to them, but Joss was already starting to lose his patience, after his fifth minute standing at the minivan.

"Mom totally ghosted on helping me, and now this guy called in an order and just leaves his car here with the flashers on? The fuck is the deal with that?"

Having graduated with high marks, Joss expected to walk his way into a higher paying job with less of the menial responsibilities that came along with working at a grocery store; he was short on patience from the first day, and after a week, his burning candle was about to reach the base of the wick.

The caribou felt like he deserved answers, and chocking the grocery cart next to the minivan, he hurried back inside and scanned the store to see if he could at least find his mother: she might know what to do in that sort of situation.

When no one around the store claimed to have seen her in about seven minutes, the wheels started turning...and Joss was brought up to speed violently when he opened up the door to the loading dock, hidden in the back alley by a host of pallets and empty cannisters.

"We really appreciate your patronage," Renee claimed, but she wasn't regurgitating a corporate slogan to a customer, as she held onto the stack of pallets. "You could go to any of those big box stores in town, but y-you keep coming back to us...thank you so much f-for your...f-fucking loyalty!"

Joss wasn't sure if she was playing a role for the man, or if she was trying to sound like she was conversing with a customer in case one of the managers caught her in the act.

Either way, it wouldn't have changed the fact that her full, thick hips were being gripped from behind by the eager clutches of a German Shepherd...with her yoga pants pulled down just beyond the knee to stay out of the way.

Just as he'd imagined, his mother wasn't wearing any panties that day, allowing the excess, heated juices of her arousal to spill into the crotch of those tight, gripping pants. He didn't know how she'd ever cover up that kind of stain, even if they were a black pair, but Renee didn't seem to have a care in the world as the canine behind her slapped his open palm across the softer, supple flesh of her ass, rattling it with the force of the blow.

"When you offer specials like this for such a great price, why would I shop anywhere else in town?" the canine asked, looming over Renee with such a dominant and ferocious posture that it perfectly exemplified the idea of a vicious predator having captured his prey; he was only toying with her body before the final blow was struck, but ravaged as she was, she wouldn't have budged an inch, even if his fangs were to sink into her flesh. "Pretty sure I can't get hot, fresh pussy like this at Wally-Mart, anyway..."

You have got to be fucking kidding me, Mom...how many people have you fucked behind the store like this? Joss wondered, but the disappointment that was present in his voice the first time he caught her in the act had softened. That guy has a wedding ring on, too...you're fucking married men, now?

There had to be cameras behind the building somewhere: Joss wasn't sure how his mother planned to get away with her tryst, even with the stack of wooden pallets covering up most of the action, but it left the younger caribou with a terrible predicament.

His cock was already starting to throb against the lap of his jeans, dying to be released, or at least appeased...and he could do nothing but stand and watch, his jaw dropped and his legs trembling, as the impressive specimen leaned over Renee's lower back and locked his arms around her stomach.

He was determined to prove that he was her favorite customer, and pumping into her loins like a dog in heat wasn't a bad strategy; Renee was already panting aloud as she felt around the pallet for some form of purchase.

There was none to be found, and dull nails scraped over aged wood as plentiful streams of arousal rolled down her inner thighs and left her with one mess that she wouldn't be able to explain.

Another one would be soon to follow, and at a distance, a third mess of precum had already stained Joss' boxers, creating an awkward slickness to his every move as he tried to stand still.

I can't stop squirming, he thought. I can't stop being turned on...I don't...I don't want to be that guy, do I? Am I jealous of him? Do I honestly want to be in his shoes?

The canine was making a strong case for why anyone would want to be in his shoes, the way he praised Renee for her efforts. "You sure you don't mind if I...m-make a bit of a mess?" he asked, knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep such a torrid, brutal pace for much longer...but somehow, Renee could take every inch of his impressive cock, and every harsh, forceful slap of his sack against the base of her womanhood. "Might have to put up a w-wet floor sign..."

"Leave me a tip," Renee suggested, her voice feverishly hurried, "And you can make as much of a mess as you like, Mr. Tannings..."

Mr. Tannings? That's fucking Martin's dad?!

Some of the other rumors that Joss was aware of were being proven true before his very eyes, and the wedding ring would make it no mistake...but Joss didn't have the time or the focus to worry about his friend and his messed up family dynamic, right then.

It could have been almost anyone behind his mother; his response would have been the same, as he stuffed his paws into his pockets, knowing he'd rub his cock through his jeans if he had the freedom to do so.

"Gonna leave a lot more...t-than a fucking tip for t-this kind of service," Mr. Tannings assured her, but he didn't cry out with the orgasmic bliss that he felt: he was just as aware of the risks as the woman he was pumping into. "Where d-do you want it?"

"Keep it in there," Renee demanded, the words thick with a desire to feel his load pouring across her insides. "Show me w-what you can do when you really get into it..."

The weight of his knot was already pounding against Renee's stretched, gleeful sex, but she was hoping that he'd find another gear; another level of intensity to finish the act and send her back to work with the shaking legs and disheveled uniform that were standards of a workplace orgasm.

If she was lucky enough to know the girthy delight of that bulge from the inside, there was no doubt in her mind that a powerful climax would follow, but even she couldn't take that kind of risk.

Just as it started to press her folds wider apart, Renee reached back and captured the middle of the knot, simulating a tie for the lucky canine and allowing herself the pleasure of knowing the volume of a canine release, even if she'd stopped just short of the full monty.

"Didn't want to be t-tied down at work?" he asked, snickering and watching the excess of his seed leak around the imperfect tie, completely soaking her insides to the brim and leaving a healthy flood down the inside of her thighs. "Guess I can't b-blame you for that, but...d-damn, Renee...you are such a good fuck..."

In her mind, it was easier than her day job: all she'd done was grab onto a stack of pallets and buck her backside into his hips until he couldn't take it any longer, but she was forgetting the impressive way that she gripped with her inner walls, capturing his length at a different point every time he pumped it into her...and completely ignoring the way that she called out to him, stroking his ego all the while.

"Best in the business, right?" she asked, a hint of sexual frustration in her voice for having come so close to taking his knot, but having had to stop right at the literal edge of it. "So good that you'll..._ohfuck..._you'll keep c-coming back once or twice a week?"

Joss had no idea what kind of money his mother was pulling in a single lay, but the stack of bills pushed into the strap of her exposed brassier was thick enough that her work apron was the only thing that would properly keep it hidden from the patrons inside.

He was utterly shocked by what he'd seen, aroused to the point that a single touch might set him off...and he still had to finish his shift.

"Oh, s-shit. We still need to load your car!" Renee's mind snapped back to the reality of the workday, as she looked back at Mr. Tannings with a nervous, giggling smile. "My poor boy has been waiting out there with your order for a while now, I bet."

"And here I thought that load could wait," he played along, chuckling at the thought. "At least he's getting paid to do nothing, instead of getting paid to get railed..."

"Pretty sure I enjoy my work a lot more than he does," Renee suggested. "But he's a good boy...bet he's still standing by the car, waiting for us to get back."

Just as Mr. Tannings eased back from her stretched, pouted entrance and allowed a fresh gush of his cum to spill back, he pushed that still-leaking tip against the exposed pucker of her tailhole and gave a delicate prod at the heated spot.

"Wanna keep him waiting a while longer?"

In truth, she did, but Renee wasn't going to cost herself a dayjob for the sake of another round, no matter how much she would have been able to charge for that.

"Keep it on the list for next time, Mr. Tannings. For now, let's get your other order fulfilled."

Renee tugged up her yoga pants a squitch at a time, shaking her ass from side to side as she worked and leaving a proper, messy stain imprinted against the crotch...but this was her last order of the day.

She completely ignored the fact that anyone was staring as she made her way back through the store, or the fact that Joss was panting rapidly, despite the fact that he'd been standing by a minivan the entire time...at least, as far as she knew.

"Sorry about the delay, Joss. Mr. Tannings had a couple issues he wanted to take up with management, but we managed to get it all sorted out," she gave a brief, poor explanation, as she helped her son load the groceries into the minivan. "Thanks for being so patient and watching the car for us!"

It was a miracle the vehicle wasn't stolen, but Joss nodded all the same, content to live in the same lie that his mother did. "Sure thing, Renee."

She patted his shoulder, staining his shirt with the excess cum that she failed to wipe away...and the sound of the same was squelching against her inner thighs as they walked back to her car to drive home for the evening.

**

Two weeks into the new job, Joss was finally starting to field offers from places of work that he might actually consider a career in, but he wanted to make sure that the book from the grocery store was written in his favor.

That meant sticking with the menial, boring labor for as long as he could, and all the while, seeing more and more people arrive at the store who had either shared a bed with his mother at home, or shared seat with her in one of the bathroom stalls, or shared a pallet with her on the loading dock in the alleyway.

I guess it's good to know that she's got such a healthy customer base, he thought. If she ever got carried away and got fired from the grocery store, it's not like she'd be hard up for cash anytime soon...

Something about having such a cavalier thought about his own mother still didn't sit right with him, but there was nothing Joss could do about Renee's life choices without confronting her and potentially ruining their relationship in the process...

...And that night, as he came home early from a post-work bar run, he felt like a fool for not thinking about the kind of friends that Renee would have invited over if she thought she'd have the house to herself.

"She mentioned a barbecue," he said to himself, able to hear some of the lower, impassioned sounds of the bodies that surrounded his mother in the back yard. "...Why do I get the feeling she was really talking about a spit roast?"

He would have laughed at his own joke, if he wasn't already swallowing a lump into his throat. Some part of him knew that he was right about the kind of company his mother kept, but he didn't expect to be able to sneak through the living room, toward the patio doors...

...To see three men standing around his mother, each one fondling a part of her body and penetrating her with their fingertips.

Just in time for the appetizer, I see, Joss thought, before making a face at himself. If they're only this far along, she really didn't think I'd be home for a while...I...I should go. I should just go back out and drink somewhere until I need to call a cab.

It was a wasted thought: he knew he wouldn't budge unless he absolutely had to, and with a fire burning behind them for a little extra warmth, the orgy wasn't going anywhere, either.

"Awfully nice of you three to provide the meat for this barbecue...silly me, really," Renee joked. "I worked in the store all day and still forgot to pick up something to cook!"

They were just getting into the mood: Renee was absolutely brilliant at getting one man to feel comfortable around her, but that skill extended to the other two that had come along.

Even standing at a distance and watching from his hiding spot, Joss felt a little uncomfortable, but three full, throbbing erections and one dripping, pouted set of folds made it clear that they were ready to take things a step further, as Renee was forcibly leaned toward the tallest man of the bunch.

It was Jesse Ross, making a return trip and gladly watching the caribou bend at the hip so she could guide the flared tip of his equine member into her maw once more...that sight was more than enough to distract him from the men that were fighting over the remaining holes.

"One delicious sausage for me, and a rump roast for you two?" she offered, shaking her ass from side to side with a quick, teasing wobble of her flesh. "Though I hear the hamburger is pretty good, too..."

Her ability to turn anything into a double entendre was a gift that Joss wished she didn't have, but her greater talent was still in the follow through: she handled the tip of Jesse's cock with ease, swallowing that flare over her tongue and into her throat without breaking stride or steadying her rump.

When the eager paws of Resin Taylor captured her ass and held it still with the strength of his pent up lust and aggression, Renee yelped around her mouthful...but she was delighted to know the full, barbed tip of his feline cock pressing into her prepared tailhole in the next breath.

No yelp would be able to describe the bliss she felt when that tip eased past the warmth of her pucker and into deeper, tighter pastures; having her throat so completely stuffed was a blessing in disguise.

Three at once...you're really gonna fuck three guys at once?!

The last of the bunch was Evan Dormer: a coyote that was lucky enough just to be invited along for the ride, but the logistics of their posture didn't allow him the chance to sneak in before Resin established himself at the back, pounding the full length of his cock into Renee's asshole with a single, domineering thrust.

He didn't seem to be the same orange tabby that had much such passionate love to her just a few weeks ago, but Joss had no idea how many times they'd been in bed together...nor any idea of how many different things they'd done.

He's probably stuffed her ass to the brim plenty of times, he realized, but his thoughts were becoming a living fantasy as he shamelessly unzipped his pants and grabbed the head of his own cock. Probably given her pussy more creampies than a fucking bakery...

Resin was capable of quite the impressive range: he was able to play the innocent, younger boy working at the grocery store when Rene asked it of him, but when he was in the right mood, he was all too happy to pound into her backside and thrust upon her body with such force that she almost gagged around the medial ring of Jesse's shaft.

If not for her practice and familiarity with the stallion, she would have been coughing around the impressive shaft and spilling an even greater helping of spit over the weight of his sack...but everyone in the backyard knew that Renee was capable of taking more than she already had.

Joss was under the impression that Renee was just entertaining a trio of men that evening, of course, but the backyard that wrapped around the house was fenced in to quite the distance: there were several other men sitting around in the patio furniture, only visible to Joss when he crept into the kitchen and poked his nose out of the window, just above the sink.

No one was paying attention to him right then, but he knew better than to linger; it only took him a few seconds to get a proper count of the six total men that were lingering about, some of them sipping from beer bottles, smoking cigars and casually stroking their cocks as they watched.

Are they just waiting their turn? Joss wondered. Or has she already serviced those guys...and they're just enjoying the afterglow?

The younger caribou was grinding his covered cock against the edge of the kitchen counter, overwhelmed with lust to see his mother's ass jiggle at the behest of Resin's driving hips. The depravity didn't stop with sheer force, as Evan took his place between her legs, kneeling in front of her womanhood with a hungry grin...

...And just like that, he went for his favorite cut of the meat, slathering Renee's warm, dripping cunt with an eager tongue.

It's like they're paying to worship her...I can't fucking believe it...

As strands of cum poured deep into Renee's ass and spilled over her thighs, Evan was completely undeterred, finding the extra juices took nothing away from the warm, natural flavor that her womanhood offered.

His tail was swishing with delight as her natural arousal pushed further and further back upon his tongue, until he could practically feel her essence poured over his lower lip.

"Nnnmm..._mlmrf..._y-you boys really know how to make a woman f-feel welcome!" she called out, looking back at Resin with a winced eye and a wide grin. "Didn't think you'd...b-be cumming so early, Resin...what's gotten into you?"

Keeping both of her paws around the base of Jesse's member, Renee proved that she could handle three men at once when the situation called for it, but as the veritable fire hose in her paws throbbed in her face, she was barely able to open her maw in time to catch the bulk of Jesse's impressive volume.

No matter how many times he came back to her, he was always at the peak of his production, offering such large spurts of cum to the lucky caribou that she could have skipped dessert entirely.

"Young bucks like him don't like being outdone," Jesse suggested, gritting his teeth to keep a low, eager moan from toying with the sincerity of his words. "And he's putting on one hell of a show...lucky you, Renee."

Keeping her face turned just enough that he could glide the weight of his shaft over her tongue, Jesse painted the cervine with the rest of his mess, leaving pearly streaks of white all the way down her neck and over her upper back, until there was nothing left for him to give.

Evan wasn't out of the blast range, finding some of the droplets fell to his body, but he was already sampling Resin's mess from around the tender flesh of Renee's pubic mound; he didn't seem to mind the collateral damage one bit, as if he knew what his reward would be for such diligence.

There were plenty of men who would have paid for the chance to eat Renee out, and plenty who already had, but Evan was just trying to sweeten the deal with the caribou as her quivering legs finally gave up, letting her body fall into Evan's capable lap.

Cum oozed from the stretched, gaping pucker of her tailhole as she settled into place on the coyote, resting against his throbbing cock without the slightest bit of hesitation and easing him into place in the next moment; for being the kind of woman who would gladly take money for sex, she truly enjoyed her line of work...and she was excited to feel young, canine flesh pounding up into her pussy as she made herself nice and comfortable on her next customer.

"Well...y-you boys just gonna sit there all night, or are you gonna c-come get in on the action?"

Jesse went to take a seat in one of the chairs around the firepit, grabbing a beer on his way over to the lounging area, but where Evan was just getting started, Resin decided to go back into the kitchen...

...And Joss was diving out of the kitchen the moment he heard the patio doors clicking open, having dropped down into the stairwell that moved off of the kitchen floor.

I'm still playing...still about to cum...please just go back outside! The caribou was in a pure panic, holding a ripped paper towel over the head of his cock as his ears wished they could listen to the siren song of his mother's impassioned cries...but he needed to pay attention to the tabby, instead.

Resin was simply grabbing something out of the fridge, but walking through the kitchen, his cock was still leaking excess juices onto the floor tiles, and every drop fell in slow motion, from Joss' perspective: he couldn't wait for Resin to go back outside so he could finish what he started, but time continued to slow, as if Resin was conspiring with the forces of nature to drag things out just a little bit longer.

Come on...I'm gonna pop...

"Deeper, Evan...f-fuck me deeper!" Renee's voice came through the patio doors as they slid open one more time; Resin was finally on his way back out, and in his haste, Joss barely waited for the door to click closed once again before he was hunched over the sink, thrusting at the drain and pumping through his open palm...pretending that he was one of the lucky men that had come to stand around Renee.

The older caribou was as lovely as ever, painted up with a stallion's cum and welcoming more of it onto her bare chest as she gripped a distinctly canine knot and tugged from just below that impressive weight, hoping she could urge even more of the mess onto her neck and her tits.

She was in her element, being paid copious amounts of money to satisfy the men of the community, young and old...but it was the one man that never should have wanted her that seemed the most turned on by it all.

His cock was throbbing against the edge of the sink as he finally came, spraying long, thin strands of his seed around the drain as if he was the lucky mutt that was trying to aim the tip of his cock around Renee's beautiful, smiling muzzle. He was able to capture the action from that little window, finding that his mother was the star of the show no matter how he pumped and grunted...and no matter how much, or how little shame he felt about having such a powerful orgasm.

He couldn't remember the last time he panted with effort from masturbating, but he was struggling to catch his breath, his whole body shuddering against the kitchen counter as he watched, seeing another man imitate the act with Renee's face and neck as his canvas. Her full, supple breasts created a bouncing valley, and through her cleavage, the excess was spilling down further and further, until her tummy was absolutely stained with canine yield.

More of the same, albeit of the coyote variety, was starting to push up and into her womanhood as Renee took Evan on a trip around the world, showing the younger man the kind of pleasure that could be had with an experienced woman...and all the while, Renee was blissfully unaware of the way her son was grunting her name under his breath...

...Or that it was his cum that she was wiping from the drain when she woke up, the next day...