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It's hot out here. It's always hot out here. The heat just keeps rising and rising and rising. You think being so close to the ocean a cooler air would prevail, but... you'd be wrong. Spending so much time up north in a colder climate, he almost forgot how hot it could get in back at home.

_Almost_forgot... but it was quick to remind him.

Sundown Bay. A humble little beach side town, it was either incredibly thick with foliage and grass, or bustling little concrete community, all of which overlooking the small yet still beautiful beach side. Again though, it was all so very small; you probably wouldn't notice it on a map unless you broke out your magnifying glass. And yet it was still important enough to have its own train station, one which was still seeing use.

Such as right now.

Train rides from Document City to Sundown Bay were a thing. However... it would have been nice to be told how long those train rides would take. Yes, he did the research; it did say the trip would be between thirteen to fourteen hours... but come on! There's a difference between reading thirteen to fourteen hours, and_experiencing_ thirteen to fourteen hours! Thirteen to fourteen long hours of sitting in a booth and gazing out a window towards all the passing sights. He'd pull out his laptop a few times, check up on the internet, maybe watch a movie here or there, but for the most part, this is all he did.

A whole lot of nothing. Well... that and sleep too, of course.

But finally after more than half a days worth of travel, he had arrived. The train came to a halt, passengers had gathered their things, people were departing, and he was one of them. The air of the station's open deck was what struck him first and... yeah...

It's hot out here.

Tyler Greene was his name, and math was his game. At only twenty-one years of age, some would say he still knew not much but the inside of his text books. He was a young goat, brown fur, curly black hair, dressed in a somewhat impeccable manner. Slacks, button up shirt, jacket on his shoulders, luggage at his side... though, he really wished he put on jeans before getting on that train. Again, again, he _seriously_miss judged how long thirteen hours is in reality.

But now here he was, back home in Sundown Bay after months away. He wouldn't really call it his old 'stomping grounds' however. Saying that implies a man with a big ego and an even bigger size; two things he lacked. While he wasn't a pushover, he was far from some boisterous chad, and while he wasn't short, he was no tall, built Adonis either.

For all intents and purposes, Tyler was _average..._though his onyx horns may have been a bit longer than what was typical.

As bodies shifted around him, the young man gave an airy sigh then turned to face the station's exit bay. Many times in the past he has walked down these halls, and each time he swears it gets just a little bit dirtier. A bit more trash... bit more grime... a couple new homeless people. Never enough to be overwhelming, but certainly enough to be noticeable.

But the moment he stepped out of the station and stood outside on the sidewalk, he tipped his head up to the skies overhead. The sun was setting, painting the skies a myriad of reds and oranges, which all turned blue, then indigo, then purple as the night started setting in. In the distance he could not only hear cars honking and driving, but also the softly stirring ocean of his home. And even here in the thick of concrete, he could smell the sea salt, and taste it on his lips.

The travel may have been long, the station may have been ugly, but home is home; it is always beautiful.

"Hey! Marty!"

And his father is still his father.

"Come on Dad," he said as a wry smirk appeared on his lips, "'Marty'? Haven't you gotten too old for names like that?"

Glancing over, Tyler's eyes fell upon another goat, one who was clearly older than him by more than just a decade. They had a similar brown pelt, and similar black hair, though this older man's hair had gray streaks running through it, and his horn were white in color. He was also not as lean as the younger goat beside him, but hey, that's what age will do to a person. No one lives and looks young forever.

Franklin Greene was his name, and in a place as small as Sundown Bay, almost everyone knew him. He was typically this smiling, goofball of a man, always joking and gabbing, and ever willing to brighten up a person's day by helping them out. It showed on his face, for it was almost always - and I do mean always -_smiling. Sometimes it was a big grin, others times it was something smaller, but regardless it was always _there.

Though Tyler had to say, this older goat was looking a bit... worse_for wear. Even with the brown fur on his face, something about him looked paler. He even came off as a bit tired... _exhausted perhaps. Somewhat sullen eyes, a hunched appearance; he was smiling yes, but it was clear this smile wasn't as strong as it usually was. Noticing this, Tyler raised an eyebrow at his father's appearance and cocked his head.

"Everything... okay...?" he asked, garnering a--

"Hm? Oh! R-right! Heh! Sorry Marty! Hnnghh!" he stretched out, "Just been... stayin' up a little bit later than I really should be. Between bills and... well... heh... life in general, these times haven't really been kind to your father. But uh... don't let that bother you, okay?" he pointed to his car, "Let's get ya home. Ridin' in a train for thirteen hours is bound to take its toll on anyone. Speakin' from experience here."

"Ch... yeah..."

Following his father, the older goat led him to silver van. It was moderately bulky, and appeared to be a year or so old... which was strange to Tyler. Hadn't his father bragged about buying a new car at the end of summer? This looked like a model older than the other car they had. It left him a bit flummoxed, wondering if his father had lied, or if this was something else.

Hmm...

Or maybe he was focusing too much on something that was unimportant. A car, is a car, is a car; that was something his father taught him. So long as it got him to where he needed to go safely and comfortably, then who cares if it was a few years too old? Still... this thing did look like it was gotten on the cheap.

Hmm...

"So how are things?" asked Franklin as he and Tyler put his luggage into the back, "College is a hell of a lot different from when I went there. But ya'know... a couple of decades is bound to change a lot of things."

"Well... not too different, I guess," Tyler muttered while they walked back to the front of the car, "Lots of classes... lots of studying... doing oddjobs here and there to just barely make enough money to buy things like instant noodles. The usual things."

"Hah hah ha! Yeaaaaah... that sounds about right," muttered his father, a sound that instantly attracted Tyler's gaze.

Again, his father just seemed so... dreary. It wasn't blatant, and if you didn't know Franklin, you wouldn't be able to tell. But this was Tyler's father; of course he'd know something was odd with him! But the laugh just sounded so damn...forced. Like he was trying to put on a strong front for his son, or - more accurately - he was trying to take his mind off of something.

Hmm...

For now, Tyler ignored it by blaming it on the time of day and his own exhaustion. Maybe he was just hearing things; a bit of delirium brought on by the long train ride it took to get here. The young goat's mind was also elsewhere, thinking more about the comforts of his old bed than he was his father's strange mannerisms.

Ah yes, a nice, comfortable bed. Something softer than the bland as all hell 'bed' they gave him in his college dorm. It seemed as if every year, the beds at Golden Bell University get that much worse. And after sitting for hours on the not so much better train seats, yeah, Tyler's back was killing him.

So for now he gazed out the window, lazily watching as objects passed by as his father drove them both home. Sundown Bay was a quaint little place, with humble storefronts made of concrete and wood, mixing with the grass and foliage of the forests around them. And then on the other side you had the ocean itself, including Sunset Pier and its collection of stores and other attractions. But that didn't make Sundown Bay some bustling little metropolis. It could be that... but it was just so much more quiet than that.

"Tired, Marty?" asked Franklin, causing his son to perk up, "You've been a bit quiet. Don't wanna talk to your old man?"

"Tch... talking is your thing, Dad," he replied, "You just love hearing the sound of your own voice," he leaned back in his chair, "But, sure, I'll entertain you. Did you want to ask me something?"

"Course I did! Every year you vanish up in Document City for months on end going to college," he replied with a grin, "So tell me, anything happen this semester? Like uh... hm... urh... ah, yeah! That girl you were datin' the last time! What was her name again...? Felicity or something like that? Yeah! Felicity! How'd things go down with her?"

"Ack! S-stop! Please just..." Tyler palmed his face, "Please don't bring her up. I don't really wanna talk about her."

"HAHAH HAH HA! I GET IT, I GET IT! SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED, HUH!? HAH HAH!!!"

The embarrassment that showed on Tyler's face was palpable, and not made any better with how loud his father was laughing. At the very least, the sound of Franklin's boisterous laugh was enough to make the young goat feel at home again... even if it brought up memories he didn't want to think about. The farthest he could be from someone named 'Felicity', the better.

Oh so much better...

It did not take much too long for them to get home; about an hour or so drive at the most. On again and off again Tyler found himself going to sleep and waking up, all as more objects passed by through his window. He saw old stores, the town square, they even passed his old high school and nursery school he used to go to in his youth. At the same time, the area around them grew more and more familiar too him. Downtown streets were replaced with more rural roads, buildings were replaced with open fields, and homes were starting to grow more and more numerous.

Tyler perked up as he recognized his home neighborhood, and he gave a blissful sigh of joy. With the windows down, he could also taste the country air on his lips and nose, mixing with the sea salt just close by.

This always happens when he returns home. He thinks its bland and boring, but the moment he returns, his entire body turns warm. And this feeling only doubles when he sees that familiar fence, the familiar porch, the familiar roof, the familiar garage, the familiar...everything.

Tyler was home.

The Greene Homestead was like a lot of homes in this area. It stood at two stories, had a garage, had a spacious porch and front lawn, and an even larger front lawn. Emerging from his father's van, Tyler was assaulted by memories of the past. It really does take being away for six or so months to remind a person how much they love and miss their home. He just never overcame this feeling.

"Hey, hey! Why don't you head inside, Marty?" said Franklin as he pointed to the door with his thumb, "I'll take your luggage inside for you. I'd really hate for you to keep drainin' yourself followin' that train ride!"

"Dad, come on! I'm twenty-one, you're like... in your forties! I can bring in some stupid luggage!" Tyler said as a grin spread out on his cheeks.

Though he was tired and graciously looked forward towards his bed, the young goat still walked around and grabbed his luggage, pulling it out where he made way for his home at his father's side. When the door opened and Tyler stepped inside, he first smelled--

"Food...?"

Followed by a...

"Jen! Marty's home!" his father cried out, causing another voice to echo from the kitchen.

"Tyler? He's home!"

His ears perked at the sound of his mother's voice. Turning to face the kitchen doorway where the delicious-smelling foods wafted from, Tyler walked over as if hypnotized. By the heavens his stomach was rumbling, if not outright roaring for something good to eat that wasn't basic train snacks. And the one person in the entire world who never failed to cook something amazing was right in front of him.

She emerged in the kitchen's doorway with the light gleaming behind her. A goat, much like him and his father, she was just as old as Franklin too... though you wouldn't be able to tell. Unlike him, she didn't have gray hair or sullen eyes, but instead this energetic, almost bubbly vivacity to her. It showed on her face as she gave him a teeth-flashing grin from the doorway, her arms crossed beneath her chest, and her head cocked to one side.

Her name was Jennie Greene, and you'd be forgiven for thinking she was Tyler's mature older sister as oppose to his mother.

The name of the game is brown. Her fur was brown, her hair was brown, even her eyes were brown! They came in different shades yes - her fur was a light mocha, her hair had a somewhat orange tint to it, and her eyes leaned more towards a red - but it was brown nonetheless! About the only thing that wasn't brown on her would be her slender horns, which - like Tyler's - were a shimmering black.

However, that didn't make her boring, far from it. Not in the way her neck-length hair curled, or the yellow clips in it that tied it back into a ponytail. Or how her reddish-brown eyes could go from wide and lively one moment, and then sharp and mischievous the next.

Her mannerisms and actions gave her this tomboyish flair... that is if a tomboy could become an airhead at the drop of a hat. Such as right--

"EEEEEEH! TYYYYYYY!!!"

Now...

"Mmff!?"

It was so sudden, Tyler was nearly knocked off his feet. One moment Jennie was standing at the doorway, the next moment she had her arms wrapped around her son, giving him a strong hug. He groaned as their chests pressed to one another, and swore he felt a few bones pop in his back. His mom had strength in this embrace!

"Mmmf! Ty...? Are you... taller?" Jennie asked as she pulled away to look her son in the face... and needed to tip her head up to do so.

"Yeaaah... now that ya mention it, Marty does seem a bit taller now, don't he?" said Franklin as he looked up at his son as well.

"I uh... guess I had a growth spurt or something...?" Tyler replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "It's just uh... eh... n-never mind, it doesn't really matter."

"Well... if you say so," replied Jennie before jabbing her son in the side with her elbow, "It's good to have you home, sweetheart. You're a sight for sore eyes!" she then gestured for the staircase, "Why don't you head upstairs to your room and unpack your things? Rest for a while. Dinner'll be ready soon."

"Yeah..."

Doing as suggested, Tyler headed for the staircase and ascended, his head low as he felt his sore body crumble beneath him. Damn that train and its seats! It should be a crime for trains with travel times that long to be so uncomfortable!

But as he came to the second floor of his home and looked around, something odd struck Tyler. Wasn't this place a bit... _empty?_Like the rug they owned was gone, and that random table in the middle of the hall with the vase on it was gone too. In fact, the paintings on the wall which his mother brought years ago were all gone, with only family photos remaining.

Hmm...

Eyebrow raised, Tyler took note of all this as he headed for his door. But when he put his hand on its surface, the distinct 'Creeaaaaaaak...!' of an opening door echoed into his ears. He looked over, his eyes falling on his father's study. He remembered years ago how the goat would sit in that room for hours doing his work, but that was before his retiring.

Curious to the old room, Tyler walked over towards his father's study and pushed it open, expecting to see that familiar bookcase staring back at him, along with his father's desk. And, yeah, he got his father's desk... but no bookcase. Replacing it was paper. Lots of paper.

The room had been stripped of almost everything. No bookcase, no books, no rug, no potted plant, hell, even the window's curtains were gone! There was just nothing but the desk, and the dozens of pieces of paper scattered upon it and beside it. Curious still, Tyler picked up one of the papers and turned it over to read its surface. And...

"N-notices...? Foreclosures...?"

It was business papers. Lots of business papers. And a quick skim over showed that they were all coming from the same place: Fairgold Banks. Another scan, and Tyler saw that they've been here since at least last year summer.

What was all of this? Notices and warnings of foreclosures? Was... was the bank planning on taking his parents' house?_N-no, that cant be! This house... they've been living in this house for well over ten years! He had memories of growing up in this house, and... now they were _losing it?

No... there had to be more to this than he thought! He was just... jumping to conclusions! If his parents were having financial issues, then they'd just tell him, right? Yeah... they would. Maybe this was something else entirely.

Though if they were having issues, that would explain why the house felt so empty, and even why his father didn't have that new car. Were they... selling things to try and make money? No... that can' be it. That just can't be...

"Aaah... just go to sleep, Tyler," he muttered to himself as he pulled out of his father's study, "This'll just be a..." Pat!"Hm...?"

Tensing up, the young goat quickly turned around to drop his eyes on his mother. She had her wet hands drying in her apron, her head cocked towards him in a quizzical manner. For a few moments, they both said nothing, with Tyler reading his mother's face. Jennie appeared to be marveling at him... before suddenly saying,

"Everything okay, sweetheart?"

"Huh? Oh! Y-yeah! I'm fine, I'm fine," he said dismissively, "Just uh... just a bit drained and sore from the train ride."

"Hm... okay, just go to sleep then," she said, her lips curling into a warm smile, "I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."

"Yeah... thanks... uh..."

Awkwardly, Tyler walked away from his mother and stepped into his room, being sure to close the door behind him. While everything outside may have been vacant and weird, at least his bedroom was the same as usual. Same comfy size, same gaping closet, same desk which suddenly seemed way too small, with the same old computer that he hasn't turned on in, like, three years. Although... it seems as if his mother had finally cleaned that pile of clothes he left in the corner.

With a defeated sigh, Tyler unbuttoned his shirt at the collar and then fell face first into his bed where he gave a pleasurable groan. His body deflated soon after, causing him to melt and melt and melt. He was more tired than he originally believed, because...

"Zzzzzz... zzzz.... zzzzzz..."

So sleepy was Tyler that he didn't hear his door open back up. With a soft smile, Jennie gazed upon her son, reminiscing about old times. He used to be such a small, cute boy, especially with his little bowl cut. Now that small boy was a tall, handsome man. She reminded him of a certain someone.

But this smile didn't last long.

Slowly Jennie turned to face her husband's study, and even though the doors were closed, she could almost feel the many pieces of paper that were stacked upon one another. Her face grew long and she turned to look away. It was best to get back to dinner.

...

"Zzzzzz... zzzzzzz... zzzzzzz... snkrg! Hmm!? Hmm! Mmmph...! Mmmmhoooooooh..."

That was without a doubt the best damn sleep he's had in a _loooooooooong_time. He said it before, but seriously, the beds of his college dorm just can't compete to his bedroom here.

Eyes still a bit groggy, Tyler pulled himself up from his mattress and stared around, realizing it was really dark. The sun had long since set, leaving him in the middle of the night. With another groan he fished his phone out of his pocket and read its time.

"12:37...?" he muttered to himself, "Hnnngh... I slept way too damn good... but... wait..." then he rolled over on his back, "Wasn't mom gonna... wake me up...?"

Getting up from his bed, Tyler faced the door in a confused manner, then forced himself to his feet. Again he stumbled, but quickly regained his stride as he slipped through the door. His home was dark, but he noticed the light of the dining room gleaming from the entrance to the stairs. So he walked towards it, entering into the kitchen where he expected to see his father and mother. Instead, he saw _only_his mother.

His...unconscious mother.

Face down on the dining room table, the matronly goat was a slumbering mess, with muffled snoring escaping her lips. A plate of food sat before her, completely empty though yet to be discarded. In her hand was a bottle of beer; Cold Creek beer to be exact. And it was halfway through.

Well, that explained why she hadn't woken him up; she was busy sleeping herself. That didn't explain where his father was however. Looking left and right, Tyler saw no sign of his dad, and when he looked through the window, he saw that the car was gone. Had he left somewhere?

"Hey, mom," Tyler said as he nudged her, causing her to stir, "Mom, wake up."

"Hm? Wuzzat? T-Ty...? Huh?" pulling herself up, Jennie gave her son a half-conscious smile, before stretching her arms and yawning, "Yeeeaaaaawwwww...! Aaah! Oooh... oh dear... hm...? Tyler...? You... you woke up...? Huh... what time is it?"

"It's... 12:40," he answered, causing her eyes to widen.

"Huh! Oh dear! Y-your dinner! Let me get your dinner!"

"It's fine, Mom, seriously," he said with a dismissive wave of the hand, "I'll get my food myself. Um... where is it?"

"It should be in the microwave. Just put in on reheat."

"Yeah, thanks."

Walking towards the microwave, Tyler checked inside to see that, yes, his food was in the microwave. Mashed potatoes and pork chop... hmm. It smelled good when he first came into the house, but now he realized that the meal was rather tepid. This was the type of thing his mother would cook when she didn't feel like making anything elaborate. He thought she'd create something extravagant for his first day home, not something cheap. Not that he was complaining of course, but Jennie just had the tendency to lavish her son with an amazing meal when he came back home from college.

But he didn't say anything, and just went about reheating his food. As the microwave hummed he turned to face his mother, who had become transfixed upon the bottle of beer in her hand. Lazily she swirled it around, while her face grew long and despondent. Tyler knew this side of his mother. She only drank like this when something _bad_was going on.

And he already knew what that 'bad' was.

"Mom..."

"Hm? Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is... something wrong with the house?" he asked, causing her to tense up.

She appeared surprised, then quickly wilted and grew defensive. If she was trying to hide something, she showed it then. Even Jennie realized this, and sheepishly scratched at her head.

"Did you notice something...?" she asked, causing him to shrug his shoulders.

"It's not all that hard to see," Tyler replied, "The house is missing some stuff and... I saw all those papers in Dad's office. Oh yeah, and Dad he..." he frowned, "He's not like himself. It's like he's_trying_ to be jokey and quirky, without actually being jokey and quirky. Like he's... forcing himself to be that way. It's a front, I can see it. So..." he raised an eyebrow, "What's going on?"

A defeated sigh left Jennie's lips, a sound he almost _never_heard leave his mother's lips. She was always so energetic and lively that it took something significant to make her sound anything but brash. Like her beer bottle before, it told Tyler that things were truly dire.

"Yeah... yeah," said Jennie with a nod, "It's... it's... it's as bad as you think," her head dipped lower, "It happened a little bit after you let for college again last summer. We kept getting calls from the banks. Remember how your dad and I entered earlier retirement because he got laid off? Well the banks certainly remembered, and like sharks they came after us," she sighed, "And it looks like some little hasty deeds your father signed back in the day created a loophole allowing them to be entitled to our home. And, yeah, they really want it."

"Wh-what? That's crazy," Tyler said, "Th-they can't do that!"

"That's what I said," Jennie groaned as she crossed her arms and pulled back, her head pointed to the ceiling, "But your father thought otherwise. I don't know what it was, but ever since he got laid off from work, he's jut been so... passive. The old Frank wouldn't have let them do it, but Frank now is just...ugh..." she shook her head, "He rolls over too fast. I think he's afraid to lose the house, and I understand that, but..." she melted further, "They're not our friends. The people we made business with before aren't there yet. They just want our money, and Frank can't see that. So..." she sighed, "Here we are..."

Well, that explained Fairgold being on all the papers. Their banks were large in a small place like Sundown Bay. Tyler would have only been one or two when his father bought this house, so who knows how the banks were twenty years ago. The Fairgold of today was as ruthless a bank as could possibly be, so it didn't surprise him to hear that they were suddenly trying to snatch their home from under their feet.

But that didn't mean he was just going to stand idly by an do nothing about it.

"Where's Dad at?" he asked, to which Jennie shrugged her shoulders.

"Probably at the banks again, talking to someone trying to fix this mess... he's been doing this for months, and nothing seems to change. If anything, things are just getting worse."

"Haah... I see..."

DING!

That was the microwave; his food was finished. But Tyler looked away from the kitchen, instead heading for the doorway, much to Jennie's confusion.

"Ty? Is something wrong? Your dinner..." she asked, to which he shook his head.

"I'll eat later," he answered, "I've got work to do."

"W-work? What are you doing? You don't have classwork still, do you?"

"No. I'm going to check over all those papers in Dad's office," he answered, "I'll see what I can do."

"Wh-what? You'll see what you can do?" Jennie repeated, "Ty, there's...months of paper work in there? Frank and I keep getting overwhelmed by it all!"

"Eh... it shouldn't be too hard for me," Tyler replied as he stepped forward, "I've had to do crazier things in college. Reading through a lot of papers is just what you do in Golden Bell. If Dad comes home with any more papers, just give it to me. I'll handle it from there."

His statement jolted Jennie, causing her to straighten up and grow wide-eyed as he headed through the door. Tyler spoke in such an affirmative manner. Not a 'I might be able to do this' but instead 'I_can_ do this'. It made him feel so strong, and caused her heart to quicken. Again, where had the time gone? When had her small son become so assertive? It reminded her of Franklin in the past.

Only...

"Huh...?" she brought over her beer, "Um... hm... Gulp..."

...

Numbers. If there's one thing Tyler knew, it's numbers. Even from a young age, he proved himself a bright individual when it came to mathematics. It surprised his parents - neither of which were winning any awards in math - but quickly became one of his defining features. Counting, adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing, algebra, calculus; beyond and beyond. He did not consider himself a genius in any regards, but all those who knew him would say so. There's a reason why he goes to Golden Bell University.

The one thing Tyler wasn't the most knowledgeable on was his own body. Why? Because he really should have eaten dinner first!

Grrrrrrrgggkkkk!

"Quiet you..."

At his father's desk there were pounds of paper, all stacked upon one another in a maddening hodgepodge. It took Tyler an hour to sift through all the paper, reading them all and committing them to memory. It then took him another ten minutes to get his laptop on and prepare all the necessary apps. But once he got things going, well..

He got things going.

It was late at night when Jennie came walking upstairs, wondering what exactly her son was up to. She drank down her bottle of Cold Creek, then sat for a few moments too long to sober up following her night. And now that she could think straight she wondered, had Tyler actually gone upstairs to work on their finances, or had she just made that up in a quasi-drunken stupor?

Her answers came when she saw the door to Franklin's study was open, ever so slightly. Glancing inside, Jennie could see her son sitting at the desk, his gaze focused. The papers which were once messily strewn around the place had now been neatly stacked upon one another. The lights in the room were dim, so his laptop helped to illuminate his face and features.

His handsome, handsome features.

There was something rather _marvelous_about Tyler as he worked. The way his fingers moved upon his laptop's keyboard, how he'd occasionally start writing down upon one of the papers, how he'd so flawlessly find whatever it was he was looking for in a couple of moments, and how he did it all with this cold efficiency. Tyler was trained and focused, putting the same amount of dedication to his duties that he'd do his schoolwork, if not more so.

And it was charming.

Tyler was less like her cute son and more like some suave prince, one who came in from out of nowhere to rescue them from financial ruin. Maybe not as majestic as slaying some dragon or demon, but life-saving nonetheless! As she sat there admiring him and how he'd changed throughout the years, the matronly goat began thinking back even further to the past.

He had become a lot like his father at that age. Sure, Tyler wasn't as humorous as Franklin was - he'd be joking to himself right now if they traded places - but they shared the same dedication and drive.

In his youth, there was nothing Frank couldn't do. He was the type of man who took on situations with a smile on his face. He was never forceful bout it - Franklin was no cocky, egotistical jock - but he was far from a pushover. If someone challenged him, he always rose to meet and overcome that challenge. It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with her husband. He just couldn't be stopped!

But something must have happened in his age. She blamed it on his job, or more accurately, when he lost his job. Franklin used to have a desk job as a supervisor in a big corporation. But times changed, and that corporation ended up closing the branch which he worked in, laying off all of its staff.

At first it wasn't too bothersome. They had both saved up enough money that they could comfortably retire, even at their age, assuming no major incident occurred. And for a while, it was great! They had their time off, Tyler was away at college, and they were free to do whatever it was they wanted!

So when did it happen? When did Frank - her courageous and jovial Frank - become so _passive?_He didn't even seem to realize it had happened to him, though Jennie certainly did! It was gradual, with her noticing he was letting things by that he wouldn't have in the past. Small things at first, but this just kept growing and growing and growing until...!

"Mom?"

"Gah!?"

Eeeaarrk! Crack!

"Oof!"

The door swung open, and Jennie went along with it. Falling face first into the floor, the matronly goat groaned momentarily, before finally standing up to look her son in the eye. His head was cocked at her, eyebrow raised in a curious manner, causing her to give a sheepish chuckle back.

"Tee-hee! S-sorry, Ty," she apologized, "I was just uh... watching you work, is all. Um..." her smile faded, "And uh... um... right! This! Right!"

Raising her hand, she revealed another piece of paper, one that also came from Fairgold Banks.

"You're dad came back not too long ago," Jennie said whilst handing the paper to him, "I tried to tell him what you were doing, but he was too tired to stay up. Hm... this has been draining for him, so I hope you understand."

"Oh, I do," Tyler said as he took the paper from his mother, "Let's see... another invoice, huh? This is getting tiresome..." placing the paper on another stack, he quickly turned to his laptop to get back to work, "Greedy, greedy, greedy..."

"Ty... sweetheart... you know you don't have to do this, right?" Jennie said as she placed her hand on the desk, "I mean... I'm grateful that you're working so hard for us right now, but... this is your vacation! You just got finished with your semester! You shouldn't be slaving away at a desk for more work."

"Mom..."

"Hey, don't worry about your dad and I," a big, cheeky grin appeared on her lips, "We've gotten through worse! If we can handle Hurricane Nelson, we can handle this!"

"Hmph..." he glanced at her momentarily, then brought his eyes back to the sheen of his laptop screen, "Hurricane Nelson was a big storm, Mom. Not a big bank. If this was just some weather nonsense, I wouldn't be worried. But this is gonna take more than Dad fishing water out of our downstairs to fix."

"But Tyyyleeerrr...! This isn't something you can't fix by just typing on your laptop all day!" Jennie countered, "This is... serious business and legal stuff! With a serious business and legal bank! I don't want you stressing yourself out over something like this! Look, your father and I have been planning on hiring a lawyer to look over these things, so don't worry your head over it."

"A lawyer? Tch... no thanks," Tyler said as he shook his head, "And don't tell me not to stress or worry about something like this! This is big! I'd be stressing more if _I_wasn't handling it."

"H... handling it...?" Jennie repeated, finding his words rather... pulse quickening.

It wasn't in what he said that was so striking, but in how he said it. It was there again; that strong, affirmative tone. That 'I_can_ do this', which sounded so unbelievable. She wondered before if her beer had muddled her mind, but now Tyler just confirmed it. He could fix this mess, and Jennie believed it.

Her heart was starting to pick up again, finding it not only cool of him, but masculine as well. Oh dear! Masculine! Her son! Her cute, cherub son? Her son who was too scared to talk to girls when he turned eleven, was suddenly this masculine man?

It was brave. It was mature. It was...

Attractive...

Dear heavens it was attractive. And it only grew more so.

"You can go now, Mom," Tyler said laxly as he got back to work, "I've got it from here."

"Hnngh... mm... a-are you sure...?" she stammered, "Oh... what am I talking about; of course your sure. Well... i-if you say so, Ty," she blushed as she grinned and stepped back, "I'll just uh... step out and go to bed, I-I guess. And Tyler..."

"Hm?"

"Don't stay up too late. And eat too!"

He smiled.

"I will, Mom,"

She stepped back. Again... and again... and again... and eventually...

Thump!

Closed the door behind her.

But Jennie didn't leave immediately. Instead she pressed her back up to the door and stared at the dark hall before her, where she took in a deep, deep breath.

And... was it her, or was she a bit... _sweaty?_Jennie could feel this heat ruminate from within her core, something she hadn't experienced in a while. What was that? Whatever it was, it made her fan herself off a bit. Maybe...

"Maybe I should take a shower..." Jennie muttered to herself as she walked off.

...

Loopholes.

Loopholes, loopholes, loopholes.

Loopholes.

All of these pieces of paper were based off of loopholes. And very, very flimsy loopholes as well! Loopholes so weak that any slightly trained lawman would be able to cut through them with a knife. They even seemed to contradict one another a times!

But even with all of this in mind, one thing was consistent about these papers, these invoices, these warnings, these notices. They were all really scary. They used big words and powerful legal jargon. Not to prove their case, but more so to scare those who just didn't know any better. And his parents? They just didn't know any better.

What time was it? The sun rose what felt like an hour ago, so... he'd say it was around eight o'clock in the morning? Well a quick glance down at the bottom right of his laptop, and he proved himself wrong. It wasn't eight o'clock, it was 9:47. So he stayed up from 12:37... to 9:47.

And with that in mind, all Tyler could do was laugh. This was his vacation, right? Why was he still working like he had classes in a couple of hours!?

But damn was he tired!

Through sheer willpower, perceptive skill, and numerical work, Tyler figured out a way to bring all this mess to a halt. And really, the easiest path was the simplest. All they needed to do was sue. And he was sure if they did that, the banks would back off, because they didn't really have a legal leg to stand on!

Of course, having never needed to sue anyone in their lives, Tyler knew his parents wouldn't have thought about doing such a thing, especially with all the horror stories of how suing can make problems worse. But they didn't actually need to sue anyone; they just needed to threaten to sue someone.

"This is truly despicable," muttered Tyler, "Taking advantage of people who don't know nay better for your own gain. Tsk... I'm disgusted... hmm..." his head tipped over, "And tired..." then his eyes closed, "Oh so tired."

Finally - after hours of relentless work - Tyler felt his body slump over, more and more and more before finally--

Thud...

"Zzzzzzzzz..."

Face first in the desk, Tyler went to sleep without a moment's hesitation. Only the sound of his soft snoring could be heard echoing out, his body illuminated by the morning sunlight through the window. And in the dreary hours of the morning, someone else began to stir.

Silently, Jennie emerged from her bedroom, wearing pajama pants and a shirt as her groggy eyes struggled to remain open. She needed to make breakfast soon, something big since her son was here. But before she could start making her way downstairs, her eyes were again attracted to Franklin's study. Walking towards it, she tipped open the door to check if her son was inside. And...

"Huh? Heh... oh dear, Ty..."

Seeing him slumber on the desk was the cutest sight she had seen in a long, long time. His softly closed eyes, his gaping mouth, the drool which oozed from it; he looked like a child again.

Retreating briefly, Jennie returned with a blanket taken from Tyler's bedroom, and draped it upon his shoulders. He shook, groaned audibly too, but remained asleep, causing a giggle to leave her lips. She cut it short however when her eyes began tracing upon the papers around him.

All of this had been nothing but a constant plague to her and Franklin. Week after week it seemed as if they were getting some new notice, some new warning, some new... whatever, and it quickly got to her husband. He tried to decipher it all, but he was no businessman.

But the same could not be said for Tyler. Her brave son took to these papers like a painter to a canvas. Somehow, he navigated all_of the legal nonsense within these pages, and all throughout the night as well. And while some may say his mannerisms were outright cocky with how he threw himself at their problems, Jennie wouldn't agree. It was daring, it was cool, and again, it was _attractive.

"Oh no... not these thoughts again," the woman muttered to herself as she shyly looked away, "What is wrong with you, Jennie?"

"Hmn...? Hmm? Mom...?" Tyler's voice suddenly rang, causing her to lock up in place.

Looking over her shoulder, she watched as her son rose up from his sleep, his eyes still groggy, but this pleased, if not _victorious_smile on his lips.

"Ty...? Is everything okay?" Jennie asked, to which her son nodded.

"_Better_than 'okay'," he replied, "I went over every one of these files with a fine tooth comb, and I realized the bank doesn't have a leg to stand on."

"Wh... what are you talking about?"

"Why don't you come over here?" he said instead, gesturing her closer with his hand.

Following along, Jennie walked towards her son, her hands resting on his shoulders as he pointed towards his laptop screen. Before her were various internet tabs, all of which pertaining to Fairgold Bank, and other legal jargon.

"What's going on here?" Jennie asked as it went over her head.

"This_isn't_ the first time Fairgold Bank has been performing stuff like this," Tyler explained, "I knew this felt familiar. I have law buddies in college, and quite the hot topic among them has been Fairgold Bank and its nonsense. After looking into it, I learned what that 'nonsense' was. You see Mom, Fairgold has been... well... let's be generous and say they've been 'misplacing' important files when it comes to houses in rural areas, like ours. They make claims that certain mortgage payments haven't been made on time, or sometimes, they haven't been made at all. Then they pressure the homeowners into either making said payments, or just selling their home outright, usually at a cheaper price than what they originally were paying for. If they don't, then they warn that they can accrue additional fees. They keep pressuring with files like this, and well, the homeowners get scared enough to just sell their home."

"This... has to be illegal, right?" Jennie asked, to which Tyler shrugged his shoulders.

"Kind of...?" he answered, "It is illegal, but technically they haven't done anything yet. They make claims that are usually hard to dispute because some files went 'missing'. And since the cases are still small and in unknown places like here, they haven't garnered any attention from the authorities. Besides if they do, all Fairgold has to say is 'Oh, we found the files right here! Hah hah', and then they face no repercussions."

"Oh...! This is madness!" Jennie said, "S-so what do we do to stop them?"

"Easy..." he answered, making her jolt, "You and Dad kept copies of your payments, right? You've always been pack mules; for better or for worse. If we can prove that you have made payments and on the dates you've stated, then we can threaten to sue Fairgold Bank and make them back off."

"There's no way all those papers only asked for missing... I mean... 'missing' payments. We went over those files a dozen times!"

"Like I said, they trick you with legal terminology and strange loopholes. None of it means anything however. So..." he leaned up, "Why don't you show me where you keep your files, then we can handle everything."

"No, Ty... you've already done so much, and you're barely awake as is," Jennie said, "I'll just wake up your father and make him find the files."

"Wh-what? No! Don't do that," he said as he stood up and shook his head, "Mom, I promise. I've got this. I've already gone this far, so I might as well see it through to the end."

His affirmative statement and movements continued to jolt and make Jennie shake. Just who was this young man before her, and why didn't he stop? This was supposed to be his vacation, and yet he just kept working and working and working. Things that would have stopped Franklin outright, were nothing more than slight speed bumps for her son. In one night, Tyler found the answer to troubles plaguing them for months.

And he just kept going!

These things kept combining in Jennie's head; watching Tyler work was like watching Franklin work in his prime! And with his looks, this feeling was only exacerbated! The only difference between them besides their age, would have to be their mannerisms. Tyler was far more serious than his father, giving him a suaveness as oppose to her husband's jokey nature. Not to say that one was better than the other of course, but right now after watching her son work on their issues, it just made him feel...

Attractive!

That damn word again! Attractive! Attraction! Why was she feeling this way? This heat was almost mind-numbing, and it frustrated her! But this frustrations didn't stop the fact that she certainly felt this growing attraction of some sort towards her son. Watching him take the reins and flawlessly fix their problems. He really was a younger Franklin given form.

A bashful chuckle left Jennie's lips, and she even twirled some hair around her finger in a cutesy manner. All the while, Tyler walked to the door, prepared to find those bank files they've been containing for years. Although...

Thump...

"Mmff!?"

"T-Ty?"

He fell over a bit and leaned against the entryway's frame for support.

"Okay... m-maybe I should... get some sleep first."

...

"Just look for it, Franklin!"

"Are you sure this is gonna help?"

"I'm more sure this'll do more than doing nothing!"

Yes, Franklin has become far more passive in his middle years than he was before... that is, other_than listening to her! It seems as if he'll always have some snarky statement to give when it comes to bending to his wife's needs. She'd be more annoyed, but by now, she'll take _any act of defiance from him! Yes, even the one's directed towards her.

As Tyler said before, his parents were truly pack mules. It's not that they couldn't get rid of things, its more like they just didn't_get rid of things. When they moved in this house, they had dreams of having a big family with at least three kids. They only ended up having _one. The reason for this will forever be a unknown yet sore spot for both Jennie and Franklin. In the end, it mattered not; they had Tyler, and they were more than happy and proud of their son.

Still, all that space had to serve some_function. So without more children running around, those extra rooms became places to store objects, files, and other random necessities that they felt were too important to go without. While most of the house may appear clean, these other rooms were _messy!

Various filing cabinets were placed beside one another, all of them bursting with paper like vaults in a bank. Back when Franklin still had his job, it wasn't uncommon for him to bring files back home to work on, which led him to buying a filing cabinet. And then another one. And another one. And another one. And another one. And--

You get the gist by now.

This room - which was going to be the bedroom for another child if they ever had one - was filled with filing cabinets all in a circle. The idea of navigating this mess of paper, metal, and other random objects was a daunting task. While Franklin knew he had the receipts of their payments in here somewhere, he _reeaaaaalllly_didn't want to search through this mess to find it!

But with his wife at the doorway and the idea of saving their home in their head, Franklin did as he was told and began searching through the jungle of paper and steel to find those damn files. He pulled open cabinet after cabinet, searched through folder after folder, and generally made more of a mess as files were just haphazardly tossed all over the place. With his growing disorder, Jennie too grew more and more abrasive, eventually shouting out,

"Would you stop! There's no point in looking for the files if you make finding them even harder!"

"I-I'm trying here, Jen!" Frank said with a shake of his head, "It's not like I had this stuff neatly filed."

His statement garnered a pout and a groan from his wife, who crossed her arms beneath her chest whilst leering at him. Life for them was a bit of a chaotic whirlwind in their younger years, but that still didn't mean he should have been so casual with their receipts like this. Now she had to rely on him to find something lost in a jungle of lost things.

Oh joy...

But before Jennie could raise her voice at her husband again, a hand fell on her shoulder. She turned, looking over towards Tyler who stared back at her with an eyebrow raised. His appearance was enough to make her deflate immediately, and her eyes to grow wide. He must have just woken up because he appeared to be a bit groggy, but with more energy to him than when she woke him up in the wee hours of the morning. Despite his appearance, he had the same aura as some sort of knight in shining armor to Jennie.

"Is everything okay...?" he asked, causing Franklin's ears to perk up.

"Your mother has me searching through this nonsense for those files," he answered, "But it's been close to a decade since I last saw the darn things."

"A decade, huh? Hmm..." Tyler pushed in past Jennie, entering into the room, "Why don't you kick back, Dad? I can find it."

"Hm? You can?" Franklin said, his eyes wide.

"Yeah... searching through this couldn't be too hard. And now that I've been resting all day..." he stretched up a bit, feeling some bones pop in his back, "Ooh! Heh! I feel more than ready to do some manual labor!"

"Weeeeelll... if you say so," his father said in a playful manner, garnering a glare from his wife.

"F-Frank! No!" she then cut her gaze to her son, "Ty, you don't need to go looking through this! You've already done so much to help us, so at the very least, let Franklin find the files!" she pouted, "You should really be relaxing. First a thirteen hour train ride, then you stayed up all night to look through our notices... at least just let us handle this!"

"And what? Just stand around and do nothing?" Tyler said as he shot his mother a grin, "C'mon, Mom! I'm not just going to laze around! I'll get bored!"

There it was again; that attraction. No, this time, it was even worse. Not only were his words boisterous, but the smirk he shot her was so suave, so cool. Jennie flinched, then pulled back, then gazed away as her cheeks turned a rosy-red. Even if she wanted to talk back to him, she couldn't muster up enough courage to do so. She just... _accepted_it.

"W-well... if you say so..." Jennie muttered, while Franklin patted his son's shoulder.

"Thank ya, Marty!" he said, all too eager to leave this mess to him, "You're really helpin' your old man de-stress here!"

"Don't be too excited," Tyler countered in a sarcastic manner, to which his father chuckled.

"Hey! Look at it like this! Soon, you'll be the man of your own house, and your wife'll be on your ass to find some file you've stowed away years ago!"

"If this is what I've gotta look forward to, then I think I'll pass!"

"Don't say that quite yet! Hah ha!"

While the father and son were sharing a laugh that threatened to fill the entire house, Jennie stood at the door frame with her arms crossed, eyes wide, and mouth agape. There was something Franklin said that finally made everything click in her mind, and she couldn't believe it took her so long to realize this.

Soon, you'll be the man of your own house

Yes, the man of the house. He wasn't a boy, or a prince, or anything like that! He was a _man!_And like a man he took these challenges in strive.

Oh dear! Oh goodness! Oh dear!

"Uh... Jen...?" Franklin muttered, snapping her from her thoughts, "Everything okay over there, honey? You're lookin' a bit...sweaty."

"Huh? Oh... hm..." she patted down her blouse, "Y-yes, I'm fine. Just a bit of that..." her eyes locked on Tyler, "Summer heat..."

...

His mother was right, ya'know? This was his vacation! He really shouldn't be spending it surrounded by paper! What was even the point of leaving his college dorm if he was just going to drown in endless work! Aaaah! But this was all for a good cause. He wasn't going to let some greedy bank take the family home! This home that his father worked so hard to get. This home that he grew up in. This home that would house his parents for years to come.

This home.

"Alright... this cabinet is dated for the year of... 2014... let's see..."

All alone in the center of his father's filing room, Tyler searched through cabinet after cabinet, finding many an interesting thing while he did so. Not only did this room contain a bunch of legal documents from both their home and Franklin's old job, but it also contained things like family photos from years past. Tyler found many a cute photo of himself as a toddler, and more than a few photos of him as a cringy teen.

Ugh...

Aside form these curious discoveries, he had yet to discover the receipt of their mortgage payments. He knew it was somewhere in here, he just needed to keep searching! Even as the once bright sun steadily began to set. And when it did...

Knock knock!

"Ty! You still in there?" his mother's voice rang, causing his ears to twitch.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm still here."

Looking over his shoulder, he watched as the door opened and his mother stepped in with a glass of lemonade in hand. She was curious at first, but then her eyes grew wide with surprise. Like with Franklin's study before, Tyler went through the effort of cleaning the room so that he could more easily navigate it, and all in such a timely manner.

"I came to see if you were having any trouble, but I see that's not the case," Jennie said before offering him the cup in her hand, "Lemonade?"

"Oh, yes, please."

Taking it from his mother as she knelt down at his side, he silently thanked her, then took a sip of the drink. Mmm... Jennie's lemonade was always the best; he could feel his body surging with energy! One sip became another, and another, and then he was right back to searching through those cabinets.

"I'm sorry your father bailed on you," Jennie said, watching her son sift through the files, "He should be in here, not you."

"It's alright, Mom! Promise!" Tyler said in a reassuring manner, "Like I said before, if I wasn't doing this, I wouldn't be doing anything!"

"Don't say that! You could be... down at the boardwalk. When's the last time you've been to the pier overlooking the beach? Or you could be reconnecting with old friends!"

"Everyone I knew here have long since moved on, Mom," he replied, "Sundown Bay isn't really the largest. Besides, I'm not a kid anymore. Going to the pier doesn't make me anywhere near as excited as it would have ten years ago," Grab, "Hm?"

Tyler looked over, raising an eyebrow towards his mother, who was suddenly grabbing his arm. Silently, she gazed intensely at his arm, and then slowly dragged back his sleeve to reveal more of it. And in doing so, her eyes grew wide.

His arm was... sculpted. Not some massive, overly muscular fiend mind you, but it was clear her son had been doing more than just studying up in Document City. And to help further confirm this, Jennie squeezed his bicep, feeling brawny muscle push back on his slender limb.

"Mom...?" he muttered, "Is... something wrong?"

"Ty... have you... been working out?" she asked, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

"Uh... yeah? Is something wrong with that?"

"N-no! Of course not but..." she squeezed his arm a few more times, "You weren't like this last year, were you? You've been studying, right! When have you found the time to workout during college?"

"Well... you find the time when one of your classes deals with working out," he answered, to her surprise, "Golden Bell University requires me take a health class in order to graduate... for some reason. Probably because it's a medical school primarily, but whatever..." he waved his hand dismissively, then went back to searching through the files, "So with this being my third year, I figured I should take my health class now. It was either a gym class, or a boring desk one, and since I had one too many boring desk classes, I figured I'd spice things up with gym."

"Oh... oh dear..." Jennie blushed and pulled away, giving her son a bashful smile, "With your dedication, and your arms like this... uh... you got an 'A' in class, didn't you?"

"Oh please! I didn't get an A! I got an A plus!"

Tyler chuckled, taking the time to stroke his own ego, all while his mother watched with timid yet starstruck eyes. It was one thing for her son to be academically gifted, but did he also have to be physically fit as well? This was not helping the thoughts in her head!

What kind of thoughts? Well...

"Ah! Here it is!"

"H-huh?"

Tyler's hand pulled free from the confides of the cabinet, and with it was a manila folder. The tab of said folder red 'BILLS', and within it... well...

"Here they are," Tyler said whilst opening the folder, "Every one of you and dad's mortgage payments. On time, and paid in full."

Handing the folder to Jennie, he caused her eyes to again widen, and her breathing to get hiked up a few notches. Every payment they've made on this house, starting from twenty years ago all the way up to Tyler's first semester in college, was sitting in his hand. And while the years may have drowned them in a sea of dust, everything on these papers were still completely legible.

For the first time since this mess started, Jennie felt relief. No, she felt more than just relief; she felt _overjoyed!_Excitement and happiness funneled through the goat, tears began swelling in her eyes, a big smile formed on her lips, and before she knew it--

"Oh Tyler! Mmmf!"

"Mmm?"

It was sudden, it was strong, but most importantly, it was accidental. Jennie dove her lips in and kissed Tyler... on his lips. She kissed her son on the lips! It wasn't anything over the top, nothing lewd, no. If one were to just walk by, they'd see a simple peck on the lips... but she did hold on to it for a few moments _too_long.

It took Jennie a few moments herself to realize what she had done, but... she didn't dislike_it. If anything, she actually _enjoyed it. Her son's lips felt rather nice against hers, holding this familiarity to it that caused her heart to speed up a little bit. But this was all in a matter of seconds, and before she knew it, the both of them were pulling back. Jennie read her son's face, wondering what his reaction to the kiss was.

He smiled.

"Jeeze, Mom, warn me next time," he said, waving off her kiss as nothing more than that; a kiss, "I would've turned my head."

She flinched as if was slapped, only to chuckle back.

"H-hey! There's nothing wrong with a mother kissing her son on the lips!"

"Sssuuuuurree!" he replied sarcastically before standing up, "I'm gonna take the files to dad and tell him the good news!"

Quickly getting up with the folder in hand, Tyler made way for the door and left, leaving Jennie all alone. She wanted to follow, but her legs just wouldn't move. Instead, she brought over her fingers and traced them along her lips. She could still feel them tingling.

"Oh... oh my..."

...

Clank!

"Ah-ha! Here's to living in the same house for another fifty years, and then dying due to a freak accident!"

"A... freak accident? You don't mean dying due to old age?"

"With the rate my life is going, 'death by freak accident' seems more likely."

While Sundown Bay may not be the biggest place, it is certainly beautiful. This was only enhanced during these hot summer days, which bring all number of people to come out and enjoy themselves on the beach. When one gazes from the boardwalk, or the pier, or the storefronts, or hell, even from their homes on the hillside, they can see others resting on the gilded beach. Lounge chairs, umbrellas, glowing lights from distant fires; all could be seen as people - young and old - frolicked within in the sands and water.

And here too was Tyler, gazing upon his home where he mentally compared it to the bustling life of Document City. To some, this place may be_too_ slow, and he was inclined to agree. But on the other hand, the quiet nature of it all made him feel so warm.

And if there's one place that never fails to remind him of home, perhaps even more so than the pier's modest Ferris wheel, then its this place here where he was currently sitting! For every bay needs a restaurant to look over it, and for Sundown, that restaurant would be Lunar Rise.

Why Lunar Rise? Because every sunset gives way to the moon.

Reclining in his chair, Tyler grasped hard upon his cup of soda, grinning as he relaxed himself. Since arriving, this was the first time he had just been able to sit down and relax. No reading pounds upon pounds of legal jargon, no searching through years of cabinets for mortgage receipts, no. Just him, enjoying dinner on Sunset Pier with his mother and father.

Finally, he was on vacation!

"Still, Marty, I can't thank ya enough for helpin' us through our troubles," said Franklin whilst giving his son a smile.

And it was a genuine smile, not the forced one he'd given him yesterday. Franklin's usually humorous and gleeful self was finally returning, and it lifted Tyler's own spirits. Enough for him to say,

"If you really want to thank me, you'd stop calling me 'Marty'. Heh! Do you know how embarrassing it is having everyone know my middle name?"

"Gah hah ha! It could've been worse! If your mom had it her way, your middle name would've been Jasper!"

"Ggh... hgnn... you're right. That is worse," Tyler muttered, causing Jennie to tense up.

"Hey! What's wrong with 'Jasper'! I think that's a cute name!" she said defensively, causing her son to stick out her tongue.

"Yeah...that's the problem!" he replied.

His glib remark was enough to make Franklin break out into an uproarious laughter, and even though Jennie was the butt of her son's joke, she too joined in on the fun. But for the matronly goat, she found more than just humor in the situation. Tyler's delivery while still comedic, was far more suave and cool when compared to her husband. Even in the past, Franklin was never cool with his jokes, not when his teeth curled into such a big, goofy smile. But Tyler? He didn't smile, he smirked. And that smirk with his cool eyes helped elevate him as being this larger than life character.

Charming, suave, physically capable, and a cool, smart personality: Tyler was the complete, attractive package. And, yeah, that's it; her son was_attractive_. And not just attractive in a general since, but attractive to her. Her son was her type!

On some level she'd argue, of course he'd be her type! He is his father's son, and Franklin was attractive to her... at _some_point. If this was last year, Jennie wouldn't even hesitate to say that her husband was still attractive.

But this wasn't last year.

That bank did a bigger number on Franklin than any of them would ever know, reducing the once boisterous and some would say fool-hardy man, into someone far more... well, guess there's no better way to put it; transforming him into someone far more _submissive._That's not a word Jennie would have ever used to describe her husband, but she didn't know what else to use now in relation to him! He rolled over so easily to the bank, that if Tyler hadn't come along and figured things out, they may have ended up homeless!

But Tyler didn't submit. He didn't cower, didn't falter, didn't even try to alleviate the situation by pretending things were okay when they clearly weren't. He came, he saw there was an issue, and then he solved the issue... like Franklin used to do.

And just thinking about this brought back something Franklin said just hours ago.

Soon, you'll be the man of your own house

Jennie had to disagree. It wasn't 'soon'; somehow it had already happened. Tyler became the man of the house, and she was the only one who realized it!

But, whoa, whoa, this is crazy on so many levels! Jennie is married!_She shouldn't be having these thoughts towards other men! And making it worse, Tyler wasn't just some young man; he's her _son! You could probably forgive her for being attracted to someone else - that happens in everyone - but you definitely shouldn't be attracted to your child!

Even if that child had grown into such a cool, suave, and gallant young man...

She blamed it on the alcohol... even though she'd only drank about a quarter of her cup... and it was a cherry lemonade with no alcohol in it whatsoever, but yeah, she blamed it on the alcohol. Give it a few days, and she'll be back to normal! Though it would be pretty hard to get one's lust-filled mind off of the strapping young man staying in your house...

Ugh...

"Hm? Mom? Something wrong?" Tyler asked, jolting her.

"Um...! Y-yeah! I'm fine!" she replied whilst waving her hand, "I just can't believe that all our house troubles will be solved... and so simply as well! We were really worried for a moment..."

"Fairgold's made some bad business decisions as of late," Tyler muttered, "So they're running this game to make some quick, big cash. They buy back houses from unsuspecting victims on the cheap, then sell it at a way higher price. If you show them that you've made your payments, and threaten to sue, that should scare them away."

"I don't think we could ever thank you enough, Marty," said Frank, "Seriously. I don't like living to the stereotype of being some dumb, country hick! Sundown Bay isn't even that much of a country place... but... years supervising doesn't really teach you how to deal with greedy banks. I'm beginning to see why Golden Bell accepted your application!"

"Oh,now you're beginning to see!"

Again they laughed, though Jennie's was far more tamed compared to the others. Her eyes also remained locked on Tyler, up until--

"Your bill, sir!"

The waitress had appeared, carrying with her their bill for the meal. His laughter cut short, Franklin reached into his pocket and procured his wallet. But when he pulled out his credit card to pay, the waitress shook her head.

"Sorry sir, but our systems are down right now," she said, "We can only accept cash for the moment."

"Really? Well... huh... let me see if..." he opened his wallet up further, revealing that it was empty, "Hhnn... this is a bit of an issue... um..." he looked back, "Do you know how long it's gonna be before your systems come back on?"

"Unfortunately we don't, but we've been having issues with it all day."

"Well, shucks... hm..." he turned away, facing his family where he gave a grin, "Heh...! Uhh... hope ya don't mind stickin' around for a little while longer. Daddy really doesn't have physical cash on him at the moment. I'll have to take a quick jaunt to the nearest ATM machine!"

"Oooh... Fraaaannkk..." Jennie muttered whilst crossing her arms, "You should have physical cash for something like thi--"

"I got it."

Ears perking up, the matronly goat glanced over to her son, watching as he reached his hand into his pocket. He too pulled out his wallet, but unlike his father, it was rather fat with money. The sight of him pulling bill after bill out, caused both Jennie and Franklin's eyes to swell. His father felt an explosion of pride, embarrassing though it may be. His mother however...

His mother felt an explosion of lust.

It was slight, but it was just the culmination of everything_leading up to this point. Tyler coming home, him scanning through their messages, him searching through their files, and now paying for their meal; everything! But also all the tiny bits between that, like how he casually played it all off, how he keenly deduced what the banks were doing to them, and of course, his _body.

He was young and randy! Strong both mentally and physically! And the fact that he was her son began to make things better. Why? Because it was so damn taboo!_And that taboo made it so damn _thrilling!

There was no more denying it.

Jennie_wanted_ Tyler.

And Tyler was completely oblivious.

"Thanks for bailin' your old man out again," Frank said, "I really gotta pay you back for all this. Saaaay... you still want that action figure you pestered me for when you were ten?"

"Hmmm... I think you're eleven years too late for that, Dad," Tyler replied sarcastically, "Anyway..." he shifted his gaze, "Ready to go, Mom?"

She blushed.

Then giggled.

Then looked away.

"I'd love to."

...

How does one seduce their son? Weeeeeelll... how does one seduce anyone? By flaunting their_body_ of course! And if there's one thing Jennie has the right to be proud of, it is her_body!_

Jennie may be 42, married, and retired, but she didn't use any of that as an excuse to slack on her daily regiments! Or sub-daily... or bi-monthly... or--

Okay, look, she didn't need work out that much; she had lean genes!

Anyway...

Decades ago when Tyler was still growing up, his mother had a job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and youth center. It wasn't uncommon to see her working out alongside many others on the beaches of Sundown Bay. Due to dwindling numbers however, she was forced to retire around the same time Franklin got laid off from his job; Sundown Bay just isn't as large as it used to be.

Due to saving of money however, this wasn't too problematic for the two, allowing them to retire at such young ages. It did however free up a lot of time for Jennie, who spent days doing a lot of nothing around the house with her husband. Sure, there were conversations of vacations around the country, even doing the random odd-job around Sundown Bay, but for the most part, life grew to be so boring.

It's one thing to retire in one's twilight years; it something else to retire during one's midlife.

Maybe that's why she threw herself so wholeheartedly towards the idea of seducing Tyler. Not only was it taboo and erotic, but it was so thrilling as well. She could feel her heart race at the idea of her son's physical form, making her entire body ruminate with this heat and passion she hadn't felt in a long, long time. It clouded her mind, but really, she preferred it!

So...

1! 2! 1! 2! 1! 2! LET'S DIET!

Poppy, energetic, upbeat music played from the living room TV, and filled throughout the house. On said screen were various men and women in spandex bodysuits and gym clothes, performing exercise routine's in perfect sync with one another. Poses, stretches, hops; you name it, it was on this screen.

And in front of said screen was a certain matronly goat performing each action with perfect recreation.

Jennie always had this slightly tomboyish figure to her, and nowhere was this more on display than now. She wasn't wearing a shirt or sweat pants like some lazy exerciser, no! She was wearing a leotard! Green and red in color, it was cut off at her shoulders and hips, flaunting the shapely beauty of her legs, as well as the greater width of her hips. And with how taut her clothes were, it flaunted the rest of her figure as well. Her shapely shoulders, her dipping, narrow waistline, and of course, her rather, pompous chest that she was rather proud of.

Could probably be a bit larger though. Boys like big breasts, right? Dammit! If she was still lactating, she'd be downright busty! Of all the things she missed in life, she couldn't believe milky tits was now one of them!

To any and all, Jennie flaunted her fit figure in a dazzling display of exercise. Sweat glistened upon her light brown fur, collecting into the sweatband on her head and the floor below. And when the sunlight struck her, she glowed like some effervescent idol. If any man saw her they'd be incapable of looking away, regardless of age!

Thump... thump... thump...

Jennie's ears perked up as the sound of footsteps echoed nearby. They were too light to belong to her husband, meaning it belonged to... oh! Oh heavens, here was the moment! Tyler was coming downstairs and--

"Good morning, sweetheart."

Jennie looked over, her eyes these alluring slits, and her tail raised up high in a presenting manner. She stood like some taunting seductress, with one leg bent slightly, and a sensual smile on her lips. All as the erotic odor of workout sweat wafted from her form.

And Tyler?

"Good morning, Mom," he said lazily, even yawning as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring.

His words and how he immediately turned away to face the kitchen were enough to immediately deflate Jennie's ego. The matronly goat felt herself grow flat, her eyes gawking at him while her once seductive smile became something more frazzled. Had he not noticed what she was trying to do?

Well...yeah.

Tyler didn't see his mother as trying to seduce him; he saw his mother as just working out. It was a familiar sight to him as well. Growing up, it seemed as if every Saturday morning she was working out to some poppy exercise tape or DVD, and in the same leotard nonetheless. So what Jennie saw as her being seductive and erotic, Tyler saw as his mother being his mother.

"W-wait! Ty~!" Jennie cried as her son walked into the kitchen, pausing her tape as she chased him.

"Something wrong, Mom?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Weeeeeelll... I was just thinking that... with all the things you've done for us, maybe we should go out and do something?" she moved in, smiling and bumping their shoulders together while twirling some hair around her finger, "This is supposed to be your vacation, but all you've done is work and work. So..." she batted her eyelashes at him while her lips again curled into something more alluring and seductive, "Why don't you and I just run up to the city for some fun?"

And again, it all went over Tyler's head.

"Sure! I bet Dad will love to get out the house for a little while too!" he replied, causing her eyes to grow wide again.

"F-Frank? Heh... I don't know... I'm sure your dad will love to just laze around the house. He does it already," Jennie replied, causing Tyler to chuckle.

She was trying to shift the conversation, but he thought it was a joke. Damn! How can he not see that his own mother was trying to seduce him!

Yes, the insanity of the situation is lost on Jennie.

"Actually, there is a place I want to visit," Tyler stated, causing Jennie's ears to perk up, "There's a club over in Concave City that I've heard about, and was interested in going to it."

"A...club...?" Jennie muttered, before her eyes grew wide and mouth a big smile, "Oh Tyyyy~! I never knew you were into clubs! You seemed like a more...bookish kind of person!"

"Me? Bookish? Well... I do study a lot, but there's no point in learning if you don't live a life worth living!" he replied, "I go to clubs and bars all the time in Document City. There a bit different from the ones in this area, so I'm curious to see what's it like down here. Besides, it is my vacation! So I would like to have some fun!"

"Yes... some fun..."

Jennie's cheeks turned rosy, excited by the prospect of going to the club with her son... and Frank will be there too or whatever; but mostly Tyler!

Tyler...

Jennie's mind was swimming with thoughts of distant days. There was a time where she and Franklin were energetic young adults who danced the night away on neon-lit club floors. Oh, she could remember the giddy excitement of spending an entire day trying to figure out what she wanted to wear before going out! And now, all of that energy was returning to her, just decades later.

And with a different man! Oooooooh, so exciting! So thrilling! So... so...

What was wrong with his mother?

Raising an eyebrow, Tyler read the expression Jennie had on. Her warm cheeks, her eyes of elation, the goofy smile on her lips; she looked like a lovesick woman. Naturally, he imagined that she was...

"Thinking of Dad...?"

"Huh, wha?"

Jennie stared up at her son, reading his snarky, sarcastic, teasing face. It took her a few moments to realize what he said, which brought a bashful smile to her lips. She was thinking about someone, but that someone wasn't his Dad.

"I... gotta find something to wear," Jennie whispered.

...

Concave City was the nearest city to Sundown Bay, and a place Tyler knew all too well. Not only was it the home of Franklin's former job, but it was also where the mall was, including all the toy stores he used to visit when growing as a child. While not as large as Document City or Bellcrest, Concave was no less a maze of concrete and steel for as far as the eye could see. And yes, even here, one could smell the distant waves of the ocean.

Probably because Concave City rests upon Concave River, which itself connected to Sundown Bay.

At night, when all the lights on Concave Pier glitter, one would argue its beauty is matched only by Sunset Pier back home. But of course, it all comes down to preference. Do you like city life or rustic life more? That'll make all the difference.

For Tyler, he much preferred the latter. He may have been living in Document City for the past few years of his life, but that didn't make his love for home weaker. Though he couldn't help but to wonder if a club here in Concave was like a club up north. He was about to find out.

Hill Top Hop was this club's name, and just standing outside of it, one could already hear the bumping base of music. It rested squarely in Concave's entertainment district while overlooking Concave Pier, and going by the number of people currently walking in, it was a popular spot to party at.

Though one has to ask, is it normal to bring one's parents to a club? It's not like they came unwillingly... well... his father kinda did. In fact...

"Hggh... this is already makin' my ears hurt," Franklin muttered, to which his wife leered at him.

"Really? What happened to the man who used to play rock music in his uncle's car back when he was a young adult?" Jennie countered.

"Huh? Did I do that? I seem incapable of remembering!" he muttered back in a sarcastic manner.

Eh, never mind, his parents were okay.

Despite being the one who offered the idea of going to a club, Tyler easily looked the least enthused. In jeans and a casual tropical shirt, he certainly didn't look like some hotblooded young man on the prowl. He matched with his father, who too looked simple in a tropical shirt and jeans like his son. But where Franklin was genuinely uninterested in going to a club, Tyler only looked like he didn't care.

If anyone took to it however, it was Jennie.

A club is where people get together to dance, right? Then she'd better put on clothing that accentuates and promotes free movement! So what did she do? Well... she put on clothes that accentuates and promotes free movement!

Emphasis on the 'accentuates' part.

The top was both tight yet loose. Tight on her chest because she was wearing one of her spandex sport tops beneath, one which exposed more than just a little bit of her cleavage. The loose part was because of the shirt she wore atop the spandex top, which itself was wavy and even hung off one of her shoulders. Both however didn't come down to cover her stomach, so her trim midriff was on full display.

By comparison, Jennie's shorts were downright normal! Even if they were denim booty shorts. _Tight_denim booty shorts. Tight denim shorts that didn't even come down to her knees.

With her clothes and how her brown hair had been tied back into a sporty ponytail, Jennie looked like a woman twenty years her junior. And despite showing off so much leg, stomach and chest... neither Tyler nor Franklin had any reactions to her outfit. The matronly goat had to wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

And then they entered the club.

Dark lights, flashing colors, bodies mingling with bodies; yup, this was a party alright! The stage was bright as the DJ played his songs before everyone, with a variable mosh pit of bodies dancing before him. And if they weren't dancing, then the party-goers were at their tables, drinking and eating and enjoying their time. It brought a smile to Tyler's face.

And a frown to Franklin's.

The music which played bounced and pumped and jumped in his ears, caused the older goat to immediately tense up. Funny how if he was a teen or young adult, he'd be quick to jam out with all this music. But as he is now? No... he instead flattened his ears against his head in some vain attempt to keep it all out.

"I just got here, and it already feels like my head wants to explode," Franklin bemoaned. His wife couldn't be anymore opposite.

"YEAH! NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!" Jennie shouted, her voice nearly louder than the music, "WOOOO! IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE BEEN TO A CLUB!!!"

"Well... Mom's enjoying herself," Tyler remarked before raising an eyebrow, "What about you, Dad? Are you okay?"

"Eh... times have changed, Marty," Franklin replied with a disarming smile, "Or more accurately, your old man has. Your mom has energy to spare. Me? I'd rather sit by and..." his eyes grew devilish as he eyed up the bar in the corner, "Heh heh... well... I'll show these young punks that I can still drink this whole damn bar under the sea!"

Dancing may no longer be his father's joy, but Franklin always did have an iron belly. Still, Tyler could see that his father wasn't really comfortable with being here, which was a downright shame. His parents were the most sociable people he knew; they'd never turn down the chance to go to some get-together, or event at the beach. He could tell that even though he solved their problem with the bank, it would probably take his father some time to mentally recover from it all.

For a moment, Tyler thought about joining his father for a few drinks, only to quickly reconsider. If both he and his father decided to get drunk, who was going to drive home? Jennie? In fact... where was his mother?

Tyler looked back towards the dance floor.

And his eyes grew wide.

Jennie was always outgoing, always friendly, and while she had a sharper tongue, she was like his father in how they always helped others. Seeing her dance wasn't new to Tyler. Seeing her dance like _this_was.

The way she moved her body, swaying her hips left to right, whipping her hair all about. It was excessive! It was vibrant! It was vivacious! It was erotic! And Tyler wasn't the only person who felt this way.

His mother was dancing with several other men, all of which were as young as he was. Maybe a little bit older, maybe a little bit younger, but all in her age range. But despite the fact that her husband was right there at the bar, she didn't slow down, nor did she push them away. No, the matronly goat reveled in their attentions.

Jennie danced not just with them, but for them. Like some sort of invitation to something more, and Tyler could tell. But it was more than just watching his mother dance with other men, it was how it brought to mind all the things she had been doing up until now.

The blushing faces she gave him, the bashful looks, the cute giggles, and how she worked out this morning. Tyler was always quick-witted and sharper than the rest, allowing him to catch on quickly what his mother was up to; she was coming on to him!

But, no, this had to be his mind playing tricks on him. He was jumping to conclusions! His mind had to be backed up! It's not like he was given much time to masturbate in college since he shared a room with someone else!

That had to be it! Because the alternative was... was... was that Jennie - his mother - wanted to...

And with him...

And...!?

No, he was just crazy. Maybe he was getting a contact high from whatever illicit substances was no doubt filling the air. That would also explained why Jennie's eyes were locked only on him. Like a hawk seizing up its prey, his mother was giving him a sharp, intense glare. But the smile on her lips transformed that gaze into something so damn erotic.

Tyler choked up.

No... no! He needed to get to the bottom of this, and he needed to get there now!

He wouldn't call himself the most boisterous or hardy of men, but in that moment, Tyler marched up towards his mother like a man on a mission. She was still dancing, still garnering the alluring eyes of men who were more than half her age. And she didn't stop, couldn't stop, not even when her son was standing tall before her and--

Grab!

"Mm?"

"Mom," he whispered, his voice low enough to get drowned out by the music around them, but loud enough for her to hear it, "What are you doing?"

"Um... dancing?" she replied as a sheepish smile appeared on her lips.

Tyler's appearance made it clear that the two knew each other, making the other men step back. But not without some teasing chortles and even compliments thrown his way. It's really weird to hear,

"Good luck bro!" from some guy you don't know, in relation to your_mother!_

They had to know this was his mom, right? The brown pelt, the black horns; he was her spitting image! If she wasn't his parent, then it was clear she was related to him... right? Right!?

Please someone tell him he's just crazy and is overreacting to all of this!!!

"Mom... can I have a word with you?" he said through gritted teeth as he began tugging her along.

"S-sure, honey!"

Tyler knew something was up, and Jennie knew it. But unlike his father who would just let things passively move on by, her son took the proverbial bull by the horns. He wasn't going to wait for the answers to come to him; he was going to go out there and get those answers! Even though she was the one being naughty, seeing him be so masculine and strong made that fire in her furnace burn hotter.

And drove Jennie to be _embolden_her actions.

Holding firm on his mother's hand, Tyler guided her towards one of the backrooms of the club. Here the halls were gray and silent, with the music playing through the walls in a muted manner. It was quiet though, giving him just enough time to settle his nerves and shout out--

"What are you doing?"

"I... well... Ty I..." she blushed and looked away, her heart pounding in her chest, "Tyler... I... I'm..."

"You're... what?"

"I... oh... the hell with it... mmfff!"

"HMMM!?"

Her lips.

Her soft, then lips.

Were pressing up against his.

Jennie pressed her body against him, pinning Tyler up against the wall. Her eyes were closed and fingers were hooked on his shoulders, while her lips moved with superior skill. The matronly goat was capable of easily sliding her tongue into mouth, slithering and stroking upon his own.

Jennie didn't think sharing a kiss with her son could feel so good. The heat, the texture, the taste; all of it. She wanted to just test the waters; experience what such a taboo thrill would feel like. But instead of pushing her away, it did the opposite; the matronly goat found herself falling deeper into this well of pent up desire.

From just the brief kiss they shared, Tyler felt and tasted like his father in his prime. And that only drove her more, desiring to experience more of this. If her son tasted this good from a kiss, then what could he fuck like?

Well... that's the thoughts that were going through Jennie's head. As for Tyler? Well...

"Mmmfff! Mmmm!?"

He pulled back, his expression appropriately confused and bewildered. Had his mom... just _kissed_him? And not just like a usual, soft peck on the lips or cheek, but a full on tongue kiss? Her tongue brushed against his tongue! Ooooooooooh, that's so gross!

"Glkglk!? M-Mom? Wh-what the fuck?"

"Wh-what? You don't like it?" Jennie asked, causing Tyler's eyes to double in size.

"NO I DON'T LIKE IT!!!" he replied, "YOU'RE MY FUCKING MOM!!!" he placed his hands on his head, "I must be losing my mind! I hit my head somewhere, didn't I!?"

"Tyler, calm down. It's okay," his mother said reassuringly... though it had the opposite affect on him.

"NO IT'S NOT! MOM, I'M YOUR S--"

EEEARRRRRK!

The door suddenly opened up behind them, causing Tyler to quickly react. Grasping his mother's waist, he turned her around and looked towards the door, where to their surprise it was--

"Dad?"

"Hey, is everything okay in here?" asked Franklin as he eye the two, "You both rushed in here and.. hm?"

Raising an eyebrow, he read the faces they both had on. Tyler's blushed and embarrassed expression was matched only by Jennie's, for she too was surprised and flustered. He figured something happened, but wasn't sure what.

"Just some guys... they were flirting with Mom," Tyler lied as he shook his head.

"Some guys were... flirtin' with Jennie?" Franklin muttered as he got a bit close... only to grin, "Oh hell, is that all!? Don't tell me you're still in that phase where you gotta protect your mother's virtue! Speakin' from experience here! You're mother's not really a wallflower, nor is she really a virgin anymore."

"H-hey! Fraaankkk!" Jennie snarled back, making her husband chuckle.

"What I'm trying to say is, your mother can protect herself," Franklin said dismissively, "She doesn't need her son playing knight in shining armor. Now let's get back to this club. You should drink some, Marty! Relax for your vacation!"

He spoke so jovially, so gleefully, not realizing that his wife just kissed their son in a deep manner. And why would he assume anything out of the ordinary had happened? Blissfully unaware, Franklin slipped back through the door, leaving Tyler and Jennie alone again. But even though he was gone, the young goat still tensed up as the situation once again dawned on him.

"Ty..." Jennie whispered.

He turned over to face her, but just as quickly looked away.

"Mom... I'm just gonna go drink and forget this happened," he muttered.

"But... Ty, I--"

Jennie stopped, cutting herself off as her brown eyes trailed up and down his body, where it settled on his crotch.

His_hard_ crotch.

Tyler... got hard? But why did he get hard? It wasn't because of the kiss; he was clearly abrasive towards such a thing. And while Jennie was indeed a beautiful woman - just ask those young men outside who were all too eager to dance with her - that didn't mean her beauty superseded her role as his mother.

So why did he get hard? What happened to possibly trigger this? Was it_Franklin?_ No, that's not it... no...

Oh! Oooooooooh... Jennie understood now.

Tyler wasn't attracted to her per se, he was more attracted to the_situation_. Specifically, Franklin nearly caught them in a moment taboo passion. Tyler got off on risky situations!

Heh heh heh! Her son wasn't the only one with a keen eye! And now that she knew his secret, she wasn't going to let him slip through her fingers. Tyler may remember his mother as being sporty, somewhat tomboyish mother figure, but back in her youth, she had an aggressive, tenacious personality.

And Tyler was going to learn about it soon.

...

He thought getting drunk would make things easier for him. He thought getting drunk would erase from his mind what Jennie did to him. And he thought getting drunk would help quell whatever feelings he had on the matter.

It did not.

No. Getting drunk only served to make his head throb in the morning.

Oh yay.

Through his windows, the afternoon sun fell upon Tyler, awakening him from his slumber. He growled, groaned, even cursed to himself, before begrudgingly rising up from his mattress with groggy, strained eyes. He slept last night, but he wouldn't exactly call it a peaceful slumber, not when he still remembered what he an his mother shared in that hallway.

His mother. Of all people in the world, why'd it have to be his mother?

He tried justifying such a thing in his mind... but there really wasn't a defense for her actions. And there really wasn't a defense for _his_actions. Whether or not Tyler wanted to admit it to himself, he did find the moment erotic. While he didn't want to get into a relationship of any sort with his mother, he'd be lying if he said the situation didn't arouse him.

In some dingy hall, kissing a girl with a partner, while said partner - or anyone for that matter - could catch them. Oh, yes, it sure did pluck at his fetishes. If Jennie was anyone else, he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't have done more with her in that hallway. Hey, he's a man, and he has his primal lusts. But not even he was horny enough to do something that taboo!

Or so he believed...

Knock! Knock!

"Hey, Marty! Ya awake in there?" Franklin's voice called from the door, jolting his son.

"Y-yeah! Hnngh...! And could you keep it down a bit? My ears are still ringing," he muttered, much to his father's gleeful chortles.

"Ohohohoho! I told you not to drink so much last night, but _noooooo!_You had to prove yourself a man! Heh heh! You just started drinking a few months ago, Marty! Don't push yourself! Anyway, come on out and take a shower, we got company comin' over."

"C-company? What are you talking about?" Tyler asked as he rose up.

"Since you were headin' back home, your mom and I decided to throw a little barbecue in your honor," Franklin answered, "So we invited some of our friends and your friends to come hang out and the like! Doubly so now that you saved the house! So why don't ya hurry on up and wash off! Water's hot! Promise!"

"Glkl! B-but wait... where's Mom at?" he asked.

"She headed out to town earlier," his father answered, "Still gotta get some things for the cookout. She'll be back in a little while, I'm sure."

"Hm..."

For a moment, Tyler debated with himself if she should tell Franklin what really happened last night. And it only took a moment for him to realize how stupid an idea that was. It doesn't take a psychologist to know that doing that would no doubt ruin all of their lives! Assuming of course his father even believed him! And even if he did believe him, Tyler didn't want to do that to his dad.

No, it was best if he just swallowed all of this up, and hope that his mother understood that what they did was not okay.

Even if it did still tingle at him a bit.

"Alright, I'm coming."

...

For such a quiet place as Sundown Bay, you'd think get-togethers would be equally as sleepy unless they were happening on the beach. You'd be wrong. As if in defiance of Sundown's quiet nature - or perhaps even because of it - when someone throws a party or cookout or barbecue or whatever, you can assume everyone will be there. For in a place as boring as Sundown Bay, any party - no matter how small - is an event!

The Greene Homestead was always a roomy place, but when his father was on the grill outside, it went from spacious to dense in a matter of moments. And even though this party was being thrown in Tyler's honor, you really wouldn't know it by how he so easily blended in with the background. Yeah, people came up to him and said their hellos, he even met up with some old friends from high school who were still around, but for the most part, Tyler was just kind of_there_.

You know who else was there?

"Hey, Julianne!"

"Hey, Jennie!"

Like her husband, Jennie too was playing host to any number of people who came into their home, greeting them as they came in, offering drinks, and just having light conversation. She was acting normal... which was blaring so many red flags to Tyler. Like, how could she be normal after what they shared last night? And, no, he didn't dream it up!

Jennie just pranced around in her sky-blue sundress, acting perfectly ordinary, all while Tyler leered at her in an incredulous and quizzical manner. Just what was she up to? Had she decided to drop things too? And that quickly?

No... there's no way. He knew better than that!

And Jennie...

She looked over towards him briefly, but in that moment their eyes met. And when they did, Jennie's eyes grew slant and alluring, and her lips curled into a grin. Naturally, Tyler locked up like he was frozen solid, and even choked a bit on his spit.

If things were left to only that, he may have ignored it, but Jennie wasn't pleased with just shooting her son lustful looks from across the room. As the barbecue went on, her actions grew more embolden. A flirty wink here, a generous hop there, even a blown kiss or two. And those stronger actions with so many people around caused Tyler's face to twist... and a certain area to stiffen.

Damn his body and its primal urges. And damn his mind with its specific fetish! And above all, damn his mother for putting him through this flirtatious nonsense! Why was she--

"Tyler?"

"Glk?"

He looked forward. Somehow through his mental warfare, he hadn't noticed his mother walk up towards him. She was smiling in a kind manner, with no hint of lust of eroticism, while in her hands laid a paper plate with cake on it.

"Cake, sweetheart?" she said whilst offering it to him.

Naturally, Tyler was weary of his mother. But what could she do here? They were outside in the backyard with dozens of people around; young and old! She'd be outright insane to try something with him here!

"Um... thanks..." Tyler muttered whilst gabbing the plate.

"Heh! Don't mention-- WHOA!?"

Of-fucking-course...

Jennie 'accidentally' flung the plate of cake upon Tyler's chest, marring his black button-up shirt white with frosting. The young goat wasn't too surprised though, being more annoyed by how brazen his mother was being than by the act itself.

"Hey! Everythin' alright over there?" Frank called from his grill.

"Yeah! Just had a little spill with some cake!" Jennie answered.

Yeah, a 'little spill'.

Tyler always felt as if his mother was as tactful as a metal bat to the head. Jennie didn't hold back, didn't bite her tongue! She told everyone how she felt, when she felt it! So for her to be so deft, so sneaky with her actions, truly threw Tyler for a whirl.

Now he knew who he got his cunning mind from.

But what was Jennie's game here? Well, with frosting on his shirt, his mother grabbed a nearby napkin and pressed it to his chest, where she slowly began cleaning it off of him. Swipe after swipe after swipe. From the outside, it didn't look any out of the ordinary. Just a mother cleaning her son's shirt after accidentally throwing cream on him. On the inside...

Tyler's gaze read his mother's face. Her eyes were in seductive little slits, and her thin lips were slightly open in an alluring smile. She was wearing lipstick. Red lipstick. It helped to alleviate her looks, transforming her into something so erotic. Jennie was also bending herself over, giving her extra reach... whilst also letting Tyler peer into her cleavage.

And peer into that cleavage he did.

Was his mother wearing a support bra? Because her breasts were more _full_than usual, giving them this busty look. She knew this, and purposefully pushed herself in closer to flaunt more of her breasts in his face. Tyler tried to look away, but his mother wasn't making this easy. Not when her hand dropped down further below, coming to the jeans on his waist... and the sneaky yet still noticeable lump he had between his legs.

The napkin was so thin that when Jennie's hand touched his cock, he could feel it through his pants.

He was sweating now, and not just because of the summer heat. People were so close by; anyone could look over and realize that things weren't as chaste as they appeared to be. But that didn't stop Jennie from outright fondling his manhood through his pants, and all with that alluring smile on her lips. Her seductive toying of his body served to excite Tyler more; so much blood was pumping through his veins, and almost all of it was surging straight to his cock!

But the real icing on the cake wasn't her idle handjob through his clothes, nor her presumptuous chest, not even the fact that they were doing it where everyone could see them. No, it was what sat _between_her breasts.

Tyler gazed deep into Jennie's cleavage... and saw a _condom_wrapper staring back at him.

He choked up.

"Whoa! T-Tyler!"

And then he stood up.

"I'll just... change out of this shirt," he muttered before walking away.

Was he trying to rebuff her, or just put distance between them? Not even Tyler knew! He just wanted to get out of here and clean his head for a few moments. Jennie was being both as blunt as she usually was, but with this finesse that made it hard for anyone to notice. And despite his attempts to steel himself against her assault, he knew this was a battle he was losing.

Right now, Tyler couldn't tell what was hotter: the atmosphere, or his body. Even when he stepped into his home, the cool air of the air conditioner didn't feel like it was strong enough. Sweat had matted his fur down to his body, and even his hair felt a bit wet. Maybe he'll sit in his room for a little while longer to just decompress.

Up and up and up he climbed the stairs, coming to the second floor where the sounds of the party outside were muffled and the hallway was a dim. But even with the distance he put between himself and Jennie, he could still see his mother's body, and the condom wrapper betwixt her breasts.

That was perhaps the most overt taunt she had performed, making it perfectly clear what she was after. Didn't she know how insane this was!? What was going on inside of her head!? Why didn't she just--

"Ty...?"

Oh no...

As if his head was working on a crank, Tyler looked over his shoulder towards the base of the stairs, where his eyes befell his mother. Here they were alone, and Jennie knew it. Her face was this seductive visage that oozed both hunger and eroticism, with her sensual smile and predatory gaze. Yes, that's it; predatory gaze.

Jennie was like a predator sizing up its prey, and Tyler realized this far too late.

"Mom... please, stop this," he said, watching as she climbed the stairs towards him.

"Why would I do that...?" she asked, "You clearly like it, Ty. Just look at that heat you're packing between your legs."

"I..." he stopped and shook his head, "N-no! That's not it! I--"

"Heh heh! You're so flustered, sweetheart! What happened to that bravado you had before!"

"Th-that doesn't apply here!" he snapped back, "I'm not doing paper work; I'm your son!"

"And...?" she asked whilst getting closer, pressing her body against his and pinning him to the wall, "Because despite me being your mom... that hasn't stopped your body from reacting pleasantly to my touches. You're as hard as a diamond, dear."

"B-but! This is... this is..." he shook his head and looked away.

The voices... he could still hear everyone's voices outside. Chief among them being--

"What about Dad? How could you do this to him?"

"Heh heh... your father is the greatest man I've ever known," Jennie said as she stroked Tyler's chin, "He was boisterous and hardy, but never to an extreme like some sort of dumbass jock. No, for all of your father's spirited words, he could back them up with action. He was a man who made the impossible, possible. I've seen it many times. But that was in the past. I don't know who the man outside is, but he's not the man I married, and he's not your father. That Franklin out there is far too passive. But not you. Heh... you didn't roll over to the bank. You fought back, and kept our home while you're at it. That's something a man would do."

"Mom... nngh?"

"And this part between your legs? That's certainly manly!"

Again, her hand had seized upon his cock through his pants. The lump which was visible before was even _larger_now, much to Tyler's dismay. It wasn't that he couldn't turn his mother down, but more because of the situation. They were here at the top of the stairs, the barbecue going on just outside the walls of their home. If anyone was to come in and look up towards the shadows, they'd see the two of them as clear as day.

Just one mistake, and they could ruin everything! It was so damn risky! And that made it so damn hot!

Why oh why, of aaaaaaallllll the fetishes he could have discovered in his life, it had to be _this_one!?

Let it be known that Tyler tried. Oh he tried so damn hard! But his body and baser instincts were too much to deny, and his mother was impossible to say 'no' to.

She wanted him to be a man, didn't she? Well, she got it!

Grab!

"Nyaaah~! Oh, Tyler~!"

He didn't know when he did it or even why he did it, but he did it. Without warning, Tyler's grasp seized upon his mother's bust, grabbing her breasts through the bodice of her sundress. Hungry hands squeezed in, making her already pompous chest appear even more pronounced as he lifted up. And he learned that his mother... his mother...

His mother's tits were so soft.

He didn't just squeeze in a little, he squeezed in a lot, and his fingers kept sinking in. Even through her sundress, Jennie's breasts were soft and malleable. Like some mesmerized child, Tyler took a few moments to grope and lift his mother's breasts, toying with her body and causing it to grow hotter and hotter.

But...

"That condom...?" he looked up at her with an eyebrow raised, "Where is it?"

"Heh heh~! Oh, it's in there," Jennie replied, her sultry voice making his ears twitch, "You're just gonna have to fish it out!" then she pulled back, but only so she could push her chest out towards his face, "So dig in there, sweetheart!"

She was having way too much fun with this, and despite how much he tried fighting back, Tyler was also enjoying this to some degree. He may have wore an abrasive face, but that didn't stop his hand from moving forward, and then delving straight into his mother's cleavage.

"Oh~ Tyler~!" she groaned as an expression of pure elation took her face.

Inside his fingers slid, pushing deeper into the warm and soft valley that is her breasts. And she could feel how thorough her son was. How his fingers squirmed about, searching for that condom, and further playing with her tits. Oooooh, to be doing such a thing with a man half her age! And with her own son no less!

Risky sex may be Tyler's kink, but Jennie was learning that _incest_was hers!

"Gotcha..." her son said, before pulling back to reveal the condom.

It was black, and had the insignia of a wolf on it. Tyler... actually_recognized_ this type of condom. What was it's name again? Shadow Sheathe? Yeah, that's it! His dorm roommate used this exact kind of condom!

"Did you... buy this while you were out at the town?" Tyler asked, to which Jennie giggled and leaned in.

"Of course not," she answered, "In a town as small as this, everyone would know something was up if I bought a condom. No, no... this little thing was... heh... let's say it was 'donated' by a charming young man at the club last night. Poor thing thought he was gonna get lucky!" she leaned in, touching their foreheads against one another, and causing their horns to softly grind, "Do you want me to put it on?"

"Nngh!"

Tyler looked over his shoulder towards the base of the stairs. There was no one in the house.

"Yes. Do it."

"Heh heh~! So forceful of you, sweetheart."

In a sultry display, Jennie placed the condom in her smirking lips, holding it while her hands seized upon his waist. Oh, such strong hips; she could tell even through his jeans. When he got ramming, the matronly goat had no doubts that her son could really bring a woman to the heights of pleasure.

And today, that woman was gonna be her!

Through Tyler's clinching jeans, Jennie could see the outline of his hardening member. It pushed against his pants, desperate to finally be freed of its tight confides! The sight of it alone was enough to tell her that this wasn't some common cock she was dealing with. This thing? Oh this thing was _burly!_And after a few moments of fiddling with his belt and zipper, well...

Fwip!

"Oh my~"

Tyler did not disappoint.

The goat was fucking hung, and it brought an arousing glow to Jennie's eyes. Standing tall with no support, her son had a towering cock with enough width and length to bisect her face with its shadow. From shaft to the head it was bright and red, veins ran down its side towards his crotch, he had a hefty pair of balls, and this scent...sniiiiffff! Oh this scent! All that sweat collected in his crotch was like letting a meal soak in its juices!

Wrapping her fingers around her son's girth, a curious groan left Jennie's lips as she began stroking him off. Tyler could see the mesmerized expression she wore, wondering how she could be so enthralled whilst doing something so taboo. But he wasn't one to talk; not with this hard-on standing between them.

Flattening out against the wall, a groan left Tyler's lips while Jennie continued handling his member. She stroked down then pulling back up; again, and again, and again. At the tip of his head their oozed a peal of his precum, which drooled from his slit in a long, gooey strand. Extending her tongue, Jennie was quick to catch it, where it immediately elicited an orgasmic groan from her lips.

But...

THWUMP!

The backyard door opened up.

"Yeah, just head down that hall; that's where the bathroom is!" they heard Franklin call.

And following after was the pitter-patter of feet. Someone was going to the bathroom in the hall directly beneath them. They could hear that person - a child perhaps - rushing through, completely unaware of what was going on right above their head. But the shear closeness of that person was more than enough for Tyler, who--

"Nngh!"

His hips shot forward, thrusting through Jennie's hand, and sending a bullet of precum straight towards her face and cheek. She locked up, shocked by her son's phantom ejaculation, and just how much force there was behind it. So strong... like a virile young man.

Oooooh~! Her pussy aaaacchhheeeed!

Sticking her hand between her legs, Jennie gently stroked her pussy through her panties, rubbing against her moist cunt while her other hand continued stroking Tyler's length. At the same time she moved her head in and pressed her cheery-red lips up to his dick, kissing its helmet again and again. Each touch of his mother's lips not only made his dick twitch, but also made Tyler groan.

She had such soft lips...

"Mmmf...chu... mmm... chuu..._mmmfff... _chu chu..."

The sound of her kisses upon his cock tickled Tyler's ears, who clinched his teeth as his lusts kept building. Not only was his other's lip so soft, but her tongue was snake-like. With expert skill, Jennie traced her tongue upon his cock's gland, then slithered along its sides to toy with his veins. Her licks and kisses coaxed more groans from Tyler's lips, allowing his voice to fly freely.

It had been a while since she had to deal with a lover who was as well-endowed as her son. The only other person who's length was this big was - you guessed it - Franklin. But it had been so long since her husband could muster up such rigidity in his penis, and such length as well! If this was her husband twenty years ago, Jennie genuinely would be incapable of telling the difference!

And this taste! Ooooh, this taste! So salty and bitter, and oh so good! Tyler's taste danced on her tongue, drawing Jennie to deepen her fellatio. Tipping his cock towards her open mouth, she pushed it into her maw, swallowing him down to the halfway. Her mouth was as tight as it was hot and moist. It greedily sucked upon him, and her tongue didn't remain idle either. It too wrapped and lapped around his length as best it could, drawing him in deeper and deeper.

Until the head of his cock was brushing against the back of her throat.

"Hggglk!?"

"M-Mom! I--"

He tried pulling back, but Jennie held herself close and refused to let go. She wanted Tyler to experience every inch of her mouth and throat, and how warm and constricting it was. Any attempt to pull back was matched by her own, as the matronly goat hugged her son close by the hips and kept her face ground on his dick.

He could hear her choke on his length. His mother was choking on his cock! And that just made his cock _harder!_They weren't light chokes either; they were _audible!_Deliciously so. They echoed in the silent hall they were in, and traveled far enough below to be heard if someone was in the living room.

And those sounds only grew louder - only grew _lewder -_as Jennie got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth. Softly thrusting back and forth, the matronly goat showed how limber her throat could be as she took her son's dick in and out with soft head movements.

Tyler bit into his bottom lip, still trying to hide himself back against his mother's assault, but the 'Glks!' and 'Glps!' of her mouth and throat were just too much to bare. Shakily he reached his hands down, grasping upon her onyx horns; one in each hand. Jennie's eyes grew wide and her gaze cut up, reading Tyler's face as he started to--

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

"MMMFFF~!!!"

He was fucking her mouth. His cock was slamming into his mouth again and again and again! The moment he realized she was loose enough to handle it, Tyler shot his member in and out of her tight mouth without restraint. Her eyes grew puffy sometimes, wide at others, but she never forced her son off of her.

And why would she? This felt so good!

The taste of his member, the smell of it, how it would clog her throat and make her feel lightheaded, only to pull back so she could breathe; this felt amazing!

The same was true for Tyler.

Why was his mother's mouth so _great!?_The thin lips which cradled him so, the tongue which slapped and wrapped around him, and even the teeth which plucked as his most sensitive areas; Jennie knew how to use her mouth, and she wasn't going to spare him in the least bit!

"Auugh...! That's... haaahh..."

Tyler let his voice slip, filling the hall with the sounds of his deep moaning voice. The pleasure which ruminated through his body was too great; he couldn't hold his voice in even if he wanted to! And he so desperately wanted to.

And Jennie reveled in it. Admittedly, it felt like a boon to her skill that she could make such a virile young man so weak, not only in his inability to keep his voice in, but also in the knees. Tyler's legs nearly buckled, forcing him to grip tighter upon her horns, not just to keep fucking her mouth, but also to brace himself better against her.

Speaking of fucking her mouth...

"Nmmmfff~!?Glkg!"

Jennie choked around her son's cock as it pushed into her throat. Fuck, it had been soooooo long since something reached that deep inside of her tight esophagus. Franklin seemed to forget how lewd his wife could be, because he never tries to fuck her mouth this passionately... if he tries fucking her mouth _at all_these days.

Not to say Jennie likes being used as just some fucktoy, but every now and then, there's a certain joy of having her horns grasped hard while her mouth gets helplessly pounded into by such a strong member. Sure, she may not be as young as she used to be, but that didn't men she was no less skilled, nor was she any less sexy.

Tyler recognized that. Why else was his cock choking her so good?_Ooooh... even as tears welled in her eyes, Jennie felt so_lightheaded. She even smiled in a gleeful manner.

And then their ears twitched.

THWUMP!

Once again, the backyard door opened up.

"Hey, did you see Tyler? He's such a handsome man!" said voices below as feet walked across their home.

"I didn't get the chance to see him last year. When did he become so tall!?"

Those voices... Tyler recognized those voices! And they were so close too!

Looking over his shoulder, he peered over the edge of the wall and staircase banister, his gaze dropping on two middle-aged neighbors of theirs. They were heading for the front door, completely unaware of the sordid and taboo act going on just upstairs from them. If Jennie so much as choked, they may be heard and get found out.

So Jennie choked.

"Glkh!"

Tyler's eyes grew wide.

"Hey... did you hear that?" said one of the women.

A silent gasp left his lips.

"Hee-hee! Sorry, that was my stomach!" said the other.

"Ugh! Let's hurry up and get your purse before you start eating the plaster off the walls!"

They left through the door without another word, exiting and leaving Tyler and Jennie alone yet again. With a gasp, he released his hold on his mother's horns, allowing the matronly goat to pull off his massive member. And 'massive' was right. That little moment where they got so close to being found out, seemingly caused his length to put on an extra inch and grow even harder.

Or maybe Jennie just thought it was getting longer and harder. Her head was still a bit dizzy after all.

"Heeeeeyy~! Why'd ya stoooop...?" she asked whilst rocking back and forth.

"Mom, this is crazy!" Tyler replied, "W-we should stop right now!" Clinch! "Augghh!"

"Stop now? With this big, thick thing pointing towards my face?" she replied, her fingers wrapping around his hard length in a seizing grasp, "Heh... I don't think so! Besides..." she stood up and slipped her hands beneath her sundress' skirt, "Look at how wet you've made Mommy."

With expert ease and a sensual smile, Jennie pulled her panties down her legs and feet. Entranced, Tyler watched as his mother lifted it up, gleefully flaunting the wet stain in the middle. It was only beaten by the intense fragrance which wafted from her cunt, filling the air of the hallway around them.

And then Jennie shoved her panties into his mouth...

"MMFFF!?"

Eyes widening, Tyler looked down towards her frilly pair of light-blue panties as it sat on his tongue. And even though it laid on her undergarments, he got an unfiltered and raw taste of his mother's pussy.

It was divine.

Hot and spicy and oh so sticky, Jennie's juices got stuck to his tongue, causing him to give a muffled groan. His eyes closing softly, he sucked on those panties, drawing them deeper into his mouth whilst swallowing down whatever bits of nectar he could get from off of it. Any defiance he had within him left in that moment.

And Jennie was only making it worse.

Still smiling in a sensual, hungry manner, the matronly goat rose her fingers up to the straps of her sundress. Whispering out his name, she drew Tyler's gaze back upon her, and rose her chest up to emphasis her breasts. Didn't take too much; her son's eyes were glued to her tits, watching as the bodice of her sundress squeezed them so deliciously.

And then she slipped one of the straps down her arm. And then she did likewise with the other strap.

The sundress grew slack on her shoulders, and with a soft tug upon her bodice, she pulled it off her chest completely. Tyler had to wonder; was his mother always this busty? The chest on display before him was promiscuous in size and tear drop in shape, with rigid pink nipples that stood against soft brown fur. He had seen her breasts just yesterday in that tight spandex top she wore while working out, but it was different now. Not only was it nude, but the erotic air between them drugged his mind with desire.

Tyler desired his mother's body.

Placing his hands upon Jennie's hips, he stroked his palm upon her sides, exploring her figure. The sundress may have been in the way, but that didn't stop him from marveling. She was no super model, nor fashionista, but there was a reason why all those young men were dancing around her at the club last night. His mother had a body worth flaunting, one that you'd be surprised belonged to a 42.

And these tits!

Plap!

"Oh~! Heh heh! You always did love my chest, Ty~"

And how!

Tyler's head fell between her breasts, with only his black hair and horns visible. Hugging his mother close, he groaned as he wiggled and shook his face into her cleavage, feeling the soft tit-flesh rub back upon him. Ooooohooh, it felt so good. Like being swallowed by warm marshmallows.

His desires grew stronger, drawing him to kiss at her breasts, lick at them, and then focus his gaze upon one of her nipples. No hesitation; Tyler just dove in and took Jennie's tit into his mouth, where his hungers showed as he sucked upon her hard.

"Oooh~! Tyyyyy~" she groaned aloud, her thighs rubbing together to stimulate her pussy.

Jennie was getting so into it, she almost forgot that there was a party going on right through these walls.

THWUMP!

The backyard door opened up again.

"No, no, no!" Franklin's voice could be heard, "Look, I don't care if Jose starts pitchin' blanks! There's no way that anyone on the Freemans is gonna knock anythin' close to a home run! And with Jackson and Lee runnin' outfield, the Generals are gonna steal Sunday's game! Absolutely steal it!"

Her husband was downstairs talking about baseball. Meanwhile she was upstairs, having her tits greedily sucked by their son. Oh... Jennie got it now: understood why Tyler liked it! The pounding in her heart was a fucking drum in how it just refused to let up!

"Whadya mean their gonna steal it!" another voice answered, this one belonging to Samson, a close friend of her husband's, "The Gold Wings have Wilkinson now, remember? He was tearin' ass up in college! He's gonna knock them balls straight to Principal Park from the stadium! Go ahead and ask ya son! He lives in Document City don't he? He should know how good the Gold Wings are now!"

Groaning audibly, Jennie raised the condom she had and placed it into her mouth. With one hand hugging Tyler's close by the shoulder, she used her other hand and teeth to tear the condom free from its wrapper. It was black and oh so thin, but that didn't make it any less strong.

"Naaaaww! Tyler wouldn't know!" Franklin replied, "He was never into baseball like I was! Thought the game was too borin'! Can't really blame him either. Back when he was growin' up, boy oh boy, the Generals were sooooorrr-rrryyyy! I'm so happy they got their shit together. Here's ya bear, Samson."

"Thanks Frank!"

THWUMP!

The door closed and Jennie's hand dropped down with the condom in hand. Fishing for Tyler's cock, she finally fitted the rubber upon the head of his penis, and then slowly pulled it all the way down. With a slight clinch, the condom fitted snugly upon him, coloring the once red member black.

The feeling caused Tyler to pull away from his mother's breasts and look down, where his ebony dick stared back at him. The sight of it seemed to confirm that, yes, they were about to do this. And for a moment, the goat came back down to his senses.

Maybe - and that's a big 'maybe' - they could stop now and walk away from this nonsense. Sure his mom sucked his cock and she sucked his tits, but that's not the worse thing they could do, right? But if he put his dick in her, they'd be outright fucking. There's no getting around it!

Tyler opened his mouth in one last, vain attempt to cut things off, but his mother silenced him before one word could leave his lips. And how did she do it? By grabbing her sundress' skirt, and then pulling it up... and up... and up...

Her lower half was revealed to him. Her hips, her thighs, her navel, and of course, her pink, hot, moist, pussy. From her cunt oozed so much honey and nectar, streaking down her thighs and even splattering upon the floor. Entranced, Tyler couldn't pull his eyes away, and when he did, it was only so he could look up at Jennie.

The desire he read on his mother's face was all powerful. She didn't just want this, she needed this.

Slowly his hands reached out for his mother, his cock bouncing to life. Wrapping his hands around her waist and ass, Tyler coaxed a moan from Jennie's lips, while his length rubbed against her thighs and mound. The first touches were so groan-inducing, that it made her entire body shake and shiver. But that's all it was; touches.

Tyler pulled back, but kept one hand on his mother's hip. The other hand wrapped around his cock's shaft, guiding it up and towards her sopping wet folds. Her pounding heart was beating in her ears, and her breathing became outright pants! This was happening! This was happening! Her son was going to fuck her!

The first touch garnered a yip from her lips.

The second touch elicited a groan.

The third touch... well... it wasn't a touch. Tyler pushed his length straight inside!

"Nnghgh~! Fuck~! Heeeehnnn~~! Y-yeah! That's it~! Hoooh~!"

Inch, by girthy inch, by girthy inch, was pushed into Jennie's folds. Her entire body straightened up and her eyes closed shut, while an expression of pure orgasmic bliss took over her face. Her son was fucking her. Her son was fucking her! Her son was fucking her!!!

And she absolutely loved it!

Her pussy tightened around Tyler's cock, clinching and driving it deeper into her body. The undulating movements milked his length, desperate for the seed that would be coming soon. It all made his dick ache for the pleasurable euphoria that is his climax.

Working more on primal need, Tyler lifted his mother off the ground, causing her eyes to grow wide. He was really this strong? That lean musculature wasn't just for show? Oh, her heart was pounding even harder now!

Draping her legs upon his waist, Jennie wrapped her arms around Tyler's neck and shoulders, hugging herself close, and giving herself entirely up to his grasp. She trusted her son; he knew he wouldn't drop her. No, he was going to give her the greatest sex of her entire_life!_

The air around the was filled with nothing but their energetic panting, while their brown eyes were locked squarely on one another. Without warning, Tyler began thrusting into his mother's cunt, making her body bounce, and forcing a groan through her clinched lips. But her eyes never left his eyes, even as she exposed her lustful faces to him.

No, she wanted him to see these expressions she made, and she wanted to see his expressions in return.

With his every thrust into Jennie's pussy, Tyler made her entire body wobble up and down. Those tits began clapping against their chins, and her curly hair sprung up and down. He couldn't believe he was thinking this, but damn did his mother look like such a slut. Her lipstick had smeared thanks to her blowjob, and the expressions she made could best be described as 'whorish'. And that's not even getting into the way she sounded, or how her pussy held his cock hostage.

Jennie was a greedy woman. Every thrust into her seemed to make her pussy tighten down even harder, refusing to let go of his length. Tyler needed to fight back with his hips to free his cock from her cunt... only to ram it back in with a mighty--

THWAP!

"GUH! OOOH~!"

Her loud cry caused Tyler's eyes to widen. He needed to shut her up, and quick! How would he...

Oh, right...

"Mmmff!"

"MMMMMM!?"

His lips pressed hard against her lips, taking Jennie into a kiss that caused her eyes to double in size. Unlike last night, there was no trepidation in Tyler's skill. He gleefully licked and kissed and suckled upon his mother's lips and tongue, taking her aback.

But she quickly melted into the kiss, groaning into his mouth as her eyes grew lidded. Jennie's mind was ebbing and flowing, reduced to mush as her son dined on her body. His hands clutched at her hips and ass, his lips seized upon her lips, and his cock was pounding into her pussy.

She was becoming his woman. She was becoming his woman!

Body growing limp, Jennie caused Tyler's stance to wobble and nearly drop her. But he hld firm against her, and instead collapsed upon his knees... only to then lay her upon her back. Still holding him by his neck and shoulders, the matronly goat gazed up at her son, watching as he mounted her right here in their hall.

It took her all of two seconds to realize where this was going. Missionary position, her legs are on his hips, his cock is in her pussy, and he's panting like a beast? She was about to get absolutely_fucked_.

And Tyler did not disappoint.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"HRRRRKKGGGHH!? MMMF!? MMMMM!!!"

A vicious assault of lips and tongues, while he hammered at her pussy like he was mining for gold! And all of that was happening in the shadows of the upstairs hallway. Downstairs however...

THWUMP!

The backyard door opened up once more.

And Franklin walked in.

Beer, beer, beer! That's what everyone kept asking for! He knew he should've broke out the icebox! But nooooo! Jennie said if anyone wanted beer, they could just grab it from the refrigerator! But look!He's the only one grabbing it! Where did she go? And where's Tyler at for that matter?

Ugh... whatever...

Walking over to the refrigerator and opening it up, Franklin reached inside to grab a bottle of Cold Creek. This should shut up Jeffery... or make him go on a rant. Reeeaaaalllly hope it's the former, and not the latter.

But before he could slip through the door, his ears perked up at a sound ringing just overhead. It sounded like... like...

Eearrk! Eeearrk! Eeeaark! Eeeaarrk!

Creaking?

Franklin looked up at the ceiling, an eyebrow raised. Lifting his hand, he placed it upon the roof over his head, and pressed into it.

Eeeearrk! Eeeaaarrk! Eeark! Eearrk!

Walking forward some more, Franklin followed the sound as he looked at the wall. It was even louder now, but he was no closer to figuring out what the sound was, nor where was it coming from. Upstairs? Was it upstairs? He walked towards the stairs...

THWUMP!

The door opened.

"Hey, Frank! Where's my beer at!" a voice cried.

"I'm comin', ya drunk!" he shouted back, "Damn!"

Annoyed, the goat marched back towards the door, only to stop and look up at the ceiling one last time. That creaking noise was still echoing out... but this time, another noise mixed with it. It sounded like... like...

Triiiicckkllleeee!

"I swear... if the pipes broke, I will seriously consider selling this house," Franklin muttered whilst shaking his head, "This is too much stress for me..."

THWUMP!

That was the loudest orgasm Jennie had ever heard. And to believe it came from her own cunt. And to further believe it was brought on by her own son. Oh... this was amazing...

Jennie's expression was a visage of pure, orgasmic beauty. Lidded eyes, puffy red cheeks, drooling lips, all as her back arched off the floor. Her pussy ached, both from how hard he pounded into her, but also from how strong her release was.

And Tyler... well... he wasn't too far behind.

When his mother's climaxing cunt began milking his dick, he stuffed himself balls deep inside of her. Then hands hooked under her legs, raising them up just long enough for him to--

"Aaauuhgh...!"

Fill her. Fill her with all of his unbridled lusts.

Like an explosion all his own, Tyler filled that rubber up with copious amounts of cum. It caused his condom to expand and then fill, swelling in her womb like a balloon. Through the thin film of the wrapper, she could feel his white-hot spunk, begging to be unleashed within her pussy. If that thing got inside of her? Forget about it; Jennie would be pregnant before long.

It was a sinful thought; knocked up by her son. But it drew out her climax just a little bit more before she finally relaxed upon the floor with a whimpering--

"Aah~"

Tyler pulled back and sat on his butt, causing his cock to flick out of his mother's cunt with an audible 'Shlip!' Jennie herself groaned, and then used the remaining bits of power left inside to prop herself up on her shoulders. Staring towards her son's face, she watched as he panted for breath following their bout of intense, incestuous sex. Then her gaze traveled down, fixed upon the black condom wrapped around his dick... and the thick balloon of cum he tanked into it.

Magnificent...

Before Tyler could move, Jennie reached out and grabbed his dick, causing him to yip. Drawing her hand back, the matronly goat removed his condom from his cock; cum and all. Entranced and silent, he could only watch as his mother pressed the condom to her lips, then tipped her head back like she was doing a shot of whiskey.

Considering how much spunk he put in that condom, the comparison was apt.

"Gulp... gulp... glp... aaaahh..."

The condom fell to the floor, completely empty. And for a few moments, the two just looked at one another, saying not a word.

Until...

"You should... change your shirt, Ty..."

"Y-yeah... I should..."

...

What now?

That thought swam around in Tyler's head, taunting him, punishing him, and even acting like a harbinger of doom. Those two words were so straight forward, but meant a lot of things. For him, it made him wonder... how does he go on with life knowing he had hot, raunchy sex - the greatest, kinkiest sex of his entire life mind you - with his own mother?

And right under his father's nose... or, more accurately, _above_his nose.

Tyler felt ashamed with himself. There was no way in any world that he could justify what he'd done. Jennie is his literal mom - not some stepmother - and he just helped her cheat on his dad! He spent every waking hour since he returned to Sundown Bay deciphering the lies told to his parents by Fairgold Bank, helping them save the house. And now look who's the lying, deceitful bastard.

It's him.

So again, the question comes down to... what now? What does he do now? Well, the answer was simple. Like any person who's done something so terrible that they don't want to get found out, he kept his mouth shut. What else was he gonna do? Tell his father? If he did that, he'd ruin everyone's lives! His own, Jennie's, and Franklin's, all at once!

So yeah, he had to just keep going on with his life with the knowledge that deep down inside, he was a horny little monster who fucked his mom in a perilous and kinky situation. There was nothing of joy to gleam from that, even in those fleeting moments of primal passions.

All while the world keeps revolving...

"It was nice havin' ya over! You should come over again sometime!"

The food was great, though it tasted like ash in Tyler's mouth. The conversations were plentiful, but they all fell upon deaf ears. Before the young man knew it, the sun had set on Sundown Bay, and everyone was leaving by. That just left him sitting in this distant chair, his ears picking up the sounds of his father saying farewell to their guests.

And that was the last one.

"Hey, Marty!" Franklin called, jolting his son into place.

"Y-yeah!? What's up, Dad?" he cried as he stood up from his chair and walked over.

"Aren't ya gonna help me clean up all this mess?" he asked, causing Tyler to swallow his spit.

"Uh... yeah, yeah. Let's get it up."

Side by side with his father, Tyler went about folding up chairs and cleaning off tables, tossing plastic plates and other forgotten utensils into the trash. Naturally, he felt awkward working side by side with his father, especially as Franklin jovially bounced around. His old man was finally returning to himself now that the house was back in their hands. He no longer had to think about their future being in jeopardy.

And it all served to make Tyler feel even worse. So he remained silent, just picking up trash and cleaning up the area as best he could. But leave it to Franklin to never let the air be quiet for too long.

"Don't tell ya mother this, Marty, but I'm thinkin' about gettin' a new job," his father suddenly said, stunning Tyler.

"Wh-what? A new job...?" he said, eyebrow raised, "But... why? Dad, you just retired."

"Yeah, I just retired," Franklin replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, "I mean, technically I was laid off when my company moved, and your mom and I saved up so money that we could comfortably retire... but I don't think so..." he shook his head, "I'm only 42! I still have... decades of energy still left in me! You know, your grandpa worked well into his sixties before he retired."

"Grandpa didn't retire, Dad. He died," Tyler countered, "And I don't want you working yourself to death..."

"Well... ya got me there! Hah hah! I don't wanna work myself to death, either! But..." he slumped over, "All this sittin' around ain't doin' it for me. I still had plans to work well into my fifties before I got laid off, and that scare with the bank has really put some pep in my step! That bein' said, I'm not sure if I'm ready to do anything major again like supervisin'... but..." he shrugged his shoulders, "I'll figure somethin' out. That's what we are, right? Greenes? Us Greenes always figure somethin' out!"

The statement struck Tyler, causing him to deflate slightly. He didn't know how to take his father's words considering what he'd just done. In a weird way, it was both reassuring... but also served to remind Tyler of how terrible a son he had become.

Damn this conscience...

THWUMP!

"Alright boys! Get in here before those mosquitoes tear you up!"

Both Franklin and Tyler turned, facing the backyard entrance where Jennie stood. She was leaning on the doorway with a smile on her face, while her hand gestured inside with her thumb. Franklin was all too happy to see his wife, but his son blushed and glanced away.

"That was some good cake you bought, Jen!" Franklin said whilst heading for the door, "Give me a couple more days in the week, and I'm gonna leave nothin' left!"

"You better not," Jennie growled back, "I barely had any cake already thanks to your greedy mouth!"

"Heh? Is that true? Well... I better watch my cake intake then. I don't wanna get any bigger!"

Filling the air with his laughter, Franklin slipped through the door and out of sight, leaving just Jennie and Tyler alone for a few moments. He knew one of these days he was gonna have to face his mother about what they've done, as well as reality when it all came crashing down. He just needed to work up enough courage to do so. When will that be though? Well...

Tyler looked up at Jennie.

Her cheeks were red, her eyes were slant in an arousing gaze, and she was performing this lewd gesture with her hand and mouth. Like she was holding an invisible cock, and licking it for his voyeuristic pleasure. It was right behind Franklin, who didn't notice what his wife was doing. Naturally, Tyler tensed up...

And so too did his pants.

This was gonna be a long summer...