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Jimmy Jorgenson, the jaguar friend of Sean Mortenson, lived in an apartment that seemed to not even belong in the same building if Sean compared it to his own home. There was no smell of cigarettes constantly being smoked, no beer bottles on the floor. Jimmy's parents never cussed, nor did his older sister Jackie beat on her younger brother. It was a world apart from the home life Sean was used to.

"That's cool you guys are going to get a Nintendo," said Jimmy, going through the plastic tub that contained his video game library. "You wanna borrow Kung Fu and Super Mario Bros?"

"Yep," said Sean, looking at his watch. "Guess I gotta go back home soon."

"Sorry," said Jimmy. "We're going out to eat."

"See you tomorrow?" asked Sean.

"Of course," said Jimmy, opening the apartment door for Sean. "See ya!"

Sean walked out the door and down the hall to wear the staircase was located. The common area of the apartment building was not air conditioned, and the heat and humidity seemed to smack him right in the face when he had stepped out of the apartment. Trudging up the steps, he made a right all the way down to the very end of the hall where his home was located.

Unlocking the door, he walked in and noticed that Marv wasn't in the living room watching television like normal. Sean snorted, thinking that he was probably back in their bedroom jacking off. The older wolf had taken up that pass time two years ago, and thought nothing of playing with himself even when Sean was in the room and still awake. Sean was certain that his brother actually got a kick out of him watching, as there were several occasions where Marv actually looked over at his brother and smiled, pumping harder at his erect member with greater gusto.

Sitting down on the sofa, Sean wiped the sweat away from his forehead, glad to be out of the hall and back in his own air conditioned home. Grabbing the remote, he faintly heard the sound of someone moaning back in his mother's bedroom. He put the remote down, got up, and went to see what was going on.

"Mom?" he said, knocking faintly at the door. "You in there?"

There was no response from within, only more moans. His curiosity getting the better of him, he opened the door only a crack and saw something he never expected. On his mother's bed lay Brenda, with Marv on top of her. Neither wolf had any clothes on and his brother was shoving his penis in and out of the she wolf. Sean just stared, not sure what to think of say as he witnessed the unspeakable act. Eventually, Marv turned around, grinning at his younger brother as he never missed a beat thrusting into his mother's pussy. Sean kept staring until his mother let out a loud groan and his brother growled, eventually halting his thrusts into Brenda.

"What . . . what are you guys doing?" asked the bewildered wolf finally.

"We're having sex," said Marv.

"Yeah," said Brenda, reaching for a cigarette. "Your brother's fucked me three times today and I'm hoping for more."

Sean had heard about sex before, and knew that it was how babies were made, but he never realized that involved sticking your penis into a woman's vagina. From what he had just witnessed, it looked like it was lots of fun!

"Can . . . um . . . can I have sex with you, Mom?" asked the timid wolf.

"What do you think, Marv?" asked Brenda between puffs of her cigarette. "You up for a little three way?"

"Sure," said Marv. "As long as he understands that I get to go first with you in the future."

"Don't worry, sweetheart," reassured the she wolf. "You're the man of the house, remember?"

Brenda and Marv watched Sean as the wolf seemed reluctant to take off his clothes, but was eventually convinced to lose them when his mother explained how much fun he was about to have. Sean climbed into bed with his mother and brother, hoping to get himself hard like MarBrv's cock had been. Brenda reached over and put her paw on her younger son's cock, making the boy shiver right away. She watched as slowly Sean's cock came to prominence, eventually sticking straight up. Sean had experienced erections before, but always thought they were awkward, especially in school or out in public where someone might see it and make fun of him. He wasn't worried about that at the moment. Lying on his back, he watched as his mother moved her head close to his stiffened member; the she wolf pawed at it, making him feel wonderful.

"You want Mommy to suck your dick, sweetie?" asked Brenda, licking her chops hungrily.

Sean had often heard Marv tell him to suck his dick when the younger wolf did something to piss him off, but he never really paid much attention to what it really meant, but now there was something that told him he wanted his mother to "suck his dick".

"Yes, Mom," said the younger wolf.

Brenda opened her mouth, taking in her younger son's member. Immediately, Sean felt the strangest, but somehow, most pleasant sensation he'd ever encountered in his life. Sean moaned as he watched his mom going up and down on him, making his penis feel so incredibly happy. His heart beat like a hummingbird's wings as the she wolf sexually gratified the eleven year old wolf boy.

Knowing that his mother would enjoy a second cock inside of her, Marv took up position behind Brenda, moving her tail to the side as he penetrated her cunt for the fourth time that day. Even with her mouth full, Brenda groaned in pleasure at Marv's cock entering her yet again that day. On his knees, Marv pounded his mother's already heavily used cunt, wanting to dump his cum into her once more. He took hold of her ass tightly, steadying himself as he fucked away at her. He just couldn't get enough of how great it felt.

Younger Sean was also having the time of his life, getting his dick sucked by his own mother. He didn't have any previous experience with the activity, but from how he felt at the moment, he thought that his Mom must have done this a lot to make him feel so good. He spread his legs wide, completely comfortable and having a blast as he watched her head go up and down on his member. Past her, he saw his older brother plowing into their mother's vagina vigorously. The expression on Marv's face looked the same as when they had gotten away with robbing the church of the morning offering, or when Marv beat the squirrel senseless and picked his pockets. He wondered if those things were really as good as sex.

The trio of mother and sons went at, with Brenda spit roasted by Marv's massive cock from behind, and Sean's surprisingly big member--given the size of the rest of him--from the front. Marv had already shot three loads that day, so he would finish after his brother, who at the moment felt his heart beat faster and faster, his breathing erratic as he was going through his first orgasm. He let out a loud moan as his cum shot out into his mother's mouth. Brenda gulped it all down and licked her younger son clean as Marv fucked away at her doggy style. Sean, his head spinning from the daze of post orgasm, watched on as Marv kept at it. The younger wolf wondered if next time he might get to do what Marv was doing at the moment. His mother scrunched her face up as she was having yet another orgasm, which coincided nicely with Marv's fourth ejaculation of that particular Sunday.

Once everyone had finished and their breathing had resumed to normal, Sean just had to ask the question.

"Mom, can I . . . um . . . next time can I . . . put my penis . . . i-i-in your . . . vagina?"

Brenda brushed her paw against the younger male wolf soothingly. "Sure, sweetie, but like your brother said, you'll have to go after him."

"Yeah," said Marv, putting his clothes back on. "You get sloppy seconds."

Sean had never heard that expression before, but after a while managed to figure it out on his own.

The evening news was coming on, and Marv didn't want to miss it for the world. He just knew that there would be something on there about what they had done today. All three wolves huddled around the television, watching the news anchor talk about how a local church reported a fire alarm being pulled to create a diversion for someone to sneak into the pastor's office and rob them of the Sunday morning offering. Neither the church's pastor, staff or any member of the congregation had a clue as to who could have done such an act that many on the report being interviewed described as "disgusting" , "reprehensible", and even "unforgivable". Marv chuckled at their pathetic bitching.

"If you ask me, I think it was God's will that we got that money!" he observed. "What do you think, Mom?"

Brenda put out the tiny remainder of her cigarette, quickly getting a new one. "I'd have to agree with you there, sweetie. I'm no theologian, but I know we're much better off than when we got out of bed this morning."

The next report on the local news was that of a young male squirrel being assaulted and robbed earlier in the day. The boy had been taken to a local hospital for treatment and tests, which revealed that he suffered a concision. Much to Marv's liking, the boy claimed he had no memory of what happened, only that when he regained conclusiveness, he was riding in an ambulance with a massive headache and that his face hurt and his nose was bleeding. The reporters went so far as to interview the male squirrel from his hospital room, an obvious attempt to gain sympathy from viewers. It had quite the opposite affect on Marv, who was almost rolling on the ground with laughter as he got an opportunity to see the aftermath of his handy work, and by now, the squirrel's face was badly swollen from being repeatedly punched by the sadistic wolf.

"Did you do that, Marv?" asked Brenda, a bottle of beer in her paw.

"Sure did," said Marv. "It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I see that little squirrel prick buying a bag of peanuts, so he's obviously got money. I tell Sean that I'm going to run ahead into an alley, so Sean starts talking to this kid, telling him that I have baseball cards I want to sell, cause the kid's all decked out in baseball shit. He's thrilled about getting to buy all these baseball cards that I obviously don't have. So, Sean lures him into the ally where I'm hiding behind this dumpster, and as soon as I see him walking by, I grab him and slam his head right into the fucking building next to it. He collapses, but now he's cryin' like a hurt little bitch. Me being me, I kneel down and bust him in the face I don't know how many times before he finally shuts the fuck up from being knocked out!"

"That how you got the Walkman?" asked Brenda.

"Yep," said Marv, picking up the cassette player and holding it high in the air like a trophy. "Lucky me, huh?"

"Good boy," said Brenda. "You get anything else today?"

"Not much," shrugged Marv. "We got some food from this little store right before I slammed that little motherfucker's head into the building, and you wanna know what the funny thing was about taking shit from the store?"

"What?" inquired Brenda, curious to know.

"I actually swiped some double A batteries! Just what the Walkman needs to play!"

Not only did Brenda and Marv laugh at the irony, but even Sean found humor in what had transpired. The family of wolves kept watching the local news, and eventually the Sunday night programs came on, but Marv had no interest in watching that. It was time to go hunting again.

With it being summer, the days were much longer than during the other times of the year. Marv and Sean waited until the sun was finally gone before they went out on the prowl for the second time that day. Luckily for everyone in the city, the intense heat wave was diminishing, along with the almost unbearable humidity that accompanied it. This made it easier for the two brothers to concentrate on their hunting. Marv had come up with a dozy of a a scheme for tonight's hunt. It was well known throughout the town that the city park was a gathering place for males who were seeking sex with other males. As the brothers walked down to the park, Marv explained the plan to his younger brother.

"Here's what you do: you're gonna sit on the park bench and wait for some guy to come up to you and ask if you're looking for a good time."

"Looking for a good time?" repeated Sean, wondering what that could mean.

"He's gonna see if he can pay you to suck his dick," said Marv.

Sean had just experienced his first dick sucking only hours before, and he could easily understand why it was that a guy would be willing to pay for such a service.

"What do I do after that?" asked Sean.

"You haggle around with him, trying to agree on a price. Then, you take him over to the buildings where all the bathrooms are at. He'll probably want you to go in one of the stalls so you can suck him off."

"Does that have anything to do with why I have this brown paper bag with me?" asked Sean.

"It's got everything to do with it," said Marv. "He'll want you to kneel down in that so nobody from outside the stall can tell what you're doing. It'll just look like a grocery bag to them."

"Okay," said Sean, but something was bothering him about this. "What . . . what if he tried to take me someplace other than the bathroom? What if he tried to kidnap me?"

"Then that's when you use this," informed the older wolf, giving his brother a switchblade. "If he tried to grab you, you pop this thing out and stick the bastard as many times as it takes!"

"Got it," said Sean. "So when I get him in the bathroom, that's when you jump him, right?"

"Right," nodded Marv. "Just like how I jumped that squirrel dipshit earlier today."

"Oh yeah," said Sean with a grin. "That was pretty funny."

Marv took notice of how his brother described the incident as "funny". Sean had never displayed that kind of reaction when Marv had beaten other people up. Maybe now the kid was finally learning to appreciate his greatness!

At the park, Marv went into the bathrooms while Sean sat on one of the benches alone. Luckily the lowered heat and humidity was making it actually pleasant to be outdoors that night. Aided by a slight breeze, the young wolf wouldn't have minded sitting outside just for the hell of it right now. He watched as now and then a car or beast would pass by, not slowing down or paying any attention to him. The young wolf listened as the crickets chirped and the leaves rustled from the wind that night. He sat, waiting, hoping somebody would finally approach him.

The young wolf almost jumped up when he felt a paw tapping his shoulder. Turning around, he saw the form of a male wolf staring down at him. The male wolf was dressed in a white t shirt and faded blue jeans, his fur had a tan hue to it. He smiled at Sean pleasantly.

"Hi," said the older wolf in a sweet tone. "What're you doing out here so late?"

Sean shrugged. "Just enjoying a nice night."

"I see," said the tan wolf. "I can certainly understand why, what with that killer heat wave we just had."

"Yeah," said Sean, returning the wolf's pleasant smile. "I spent most of the time inside in the air conditioning."

"Can't fault you there," chuckled the older wolf, looking around to see if anyone else was near the two of them. "You . . . you wouldn't be looking for a good time, would you?"

There were the magic words that Marv told him about! He played it cool, wanting to the wolf to completely buy his con game. "Yeah," he answered. "Are you?"

"Sure am," said the tan wolf. "How much?"

"Fifty," answered Sean.

"How about thirty," countered the wolf.

"Forty," responded Sean.

"Thirty five. Last offer, little guy," he grinned.

"Deal," said Sean. "Here, let's go in the restroom over there,"

"Wouldn't you rather go to my car?" asked the tan wolf.

Sean almost panicked, thinking he might end up having to stab the wolf right then and there, then he remembered the bag he had brought with him. "Nah, we'd better go in the bathroom. Last time I was out here, I ended up going home empty handed 'cause the place had too many cops. They might see us in your car."

The tan wolf pondered Sean's narrative, scratching his muzzle. "Okay," he said. "Let's go to the restroom over there."

Sean kept calm as he waited for the inevitable malee that was about to occur. The sound of the two wolves feet stepping on the lush grass of the park mixed in with the nocturnal sounds of crickets, leaves rustling and distant cars. Opening the door, the two could smell the scent of a public bathroom that had not been cleaned recently. The smell of urine and feces was almost overwhelming to Sean and the tan wolf, but the tan wolf wasn't about to back out now. He had a load he wanted to shoot, and the small wolf looked like just the person to relieve him of that.

"I brought this in case somebody comes in," said Sean, pulling out the brown paper bag.

"Good thinking," said the tan wolf. "You must do this often."

"Often enough to think ahead," chuckled Sean. "Here, right here," he said, pointing at the first stall.

The tan wolf opened the stall door and was instantly attacked by Marv, who'd been standing on top of the toilet seat to disguise himself. The tan wolf flew back, hitting his head on the mirror directly across from the stall after Marv kicked him in the chest. Shaking his head, he countered with a right paw as he reached into his waistband with his left, but the knock on the head had disoriented him such that his sense of perception was greatly impaired. He missed Marv, who grabbed a hold of him and slammed his head into the bathroom sinks repeatedly, staining the once white sinks red with blood from the tan wolf's injuries. He let go of the tan wolf, letting him fall to the floor with a loud thud. Groaning and in pain, the tan wolf was still conscious. Marv was about to deal him more blows to knock hi lights out, but Sean beat him to it, sending several kicks to the tan wolf's head before he was just an unconscious lump on the floor.

"Damn," said Marv, impressed by the spectacle. "Good job!"

"We gotta hurry up and search him!" observed Sean.

The brothers went to working, patting down the tan wolf, finding his wallet, a pack of cigarettes, a couple of joints, and something that neither brother ever expected to see.

"Fuck," said Marv, holding a blue steel snub nose .357 revolver. "This guy was packing!"

The older Mortenson boy tucked the gun in his waistband and made sure his shirt covered the grip of the gun sufficiently. Checking to make sure the tan wolf was still unconscious, the boys exited the bathroom quickly, making their way out of the park and over to the nearest bus station.

"That was fun!" said Sean. "I never knew beating the shit out of someone could be so much fun."

"Ha, ha," laughed Marv. "How'd you finally figure that one out?"

"Because you had the same look on your face when we robbed the church, beat up the squirrel and shoplifted as you did when you were having sex with Mom."

"That so," said Marv, seeing a city bus from a distance. "That's funny."

"Yeah," said Sean, nodding. "When Mom was sucking me off, I though that what you were doing must be as much fun as robbing and beating people."

"It is," said Marv. "But sex is a little better."

Marv and Sean got on the bus just as they had earlier in the day. On the ten minute trip home, they counted up the money that the tan wolf had in his wallet, and were pleased to see that they had scored not only a couple of joints and a gun, but $250 in cash. A good haul for a single night's work.

"Hey, Marv," asked Sean.

"What?"

"What if that guy we beat up doesn't lose his memory like the squirrel? What if he remembers us?"

"He ain't gonna say shit about us," reassured Marv.

"But . . . we beat him up and robbed him!"

"We sure did, but let me tell you the reason I picked this new hunt. You see, the guys that come up to you in the park looking to get their knobs slobbed, they've got families back at home, wives and children, and they sure as hell don't want to get caught being with some guy."

"So even if that guy remembers, he'll probably make up some story, right?"

"Right," said Marv. "Plus, you think he wants to tell the cops that he was trying to get an eleven year old to suck his cock? And that he had a gun with him? Hell no! He'll just say he was attacked and never saw who did it. Trust me."

"Good," said Sean. "Hey . . . um . . . is what you and Mom were doing really that great?"

"You'll find out as soon as we get home," said Marv.

"Really?" asked Sean.

"Yeah," said Marv, patting his brother on the shoulder. "I'm gonna let you have Mom first this time since you did such a great job back there."

Sean was elated. He'd get to see if sticking his penis into his mother's vagina was as much fun as beating up the tan wolf and robbing him had been.