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Mike and Candy Have a Talk

It was late night, an autumn's night in South Texas.

The 35-year-old Italian marten dad, Michael Straniero was wide awake and smiling with his pointy carnivorous teeth showing while his wife slowly, sensually rode on his lap.

Candy Straniero, formerly Candy Cardenas, the flirty Cuban ferret jill, now a loving wife and mother, guided her sweet amor to hold and fondle her breasts while she took him for one of the countless times the pair had made love since they started life together.

The couple carried on, breathing heavily, riding gently, exchanging soft kisses, Mike turning over to take his mate as a proud husband should.

Missionary was boring in Candy's mind, but she loved the energy, the determination Mike put into it, and she loved being able to kiss her husband as often as she can.

While the weasel pair made love, neither seemed to hear their bedroom door creak slightly open.

Peeking in just slightly, being very naughty and very curious, was their daughter, Camila.

Cammy had been sneaking in to watch her parents lately, since the first time she'd accidentally seen them on their living room sofa. That time had been different, Daddy had been standing behind Mom and he was pushing something in Candy while hunched over her backside, holding her breasts and turning her head to make out messily with her.

They didn't see her then, but she saw everything, saw the moment when Mike finished, and he pulled out, then Cammy really saw it; his thing, wet and dripping, white stuff leaking from him and from her mother as well.

Cammy got out before any of them could have found out she'd seen their private moment.

She didn't talk about it with them afterwards, she thought she would be in trouble for seeing them like that.

She talked about it with Grandma instead.

Serafina had blushed. She'd said she would discuss this with her parents, but Cammy made her promise not to tell.

Sera was not one to keep secrets, especially not one like this, but she sighed then and agreed.

Serafina simply explained to Cammy, what they did was like the soap operas that they watched together, the ones with grownups always kissing.

So, for the past couple nights, when Cammy could hear when they were 'doing it', this house had thin walls, and she could smell them from down the hall each time. She'd always wondered what that smell was. She'd snuck out of bed to watch her parents and usually she watched them to finish.

She didn't know what she was feeling, but she somehow liked watching her mother move around like this, naked, writhing her whole body with her father.

And she couldn't help but feel some kind of warmth when she could see her dad's strong chest. Had he always been like that? They sometimes went swimming together, or to the beach. She'd play with him, while Mom took off her bikini top and she took in the sun.

Cammy watched her parents separate.

She slipped back out like she always did, careful to not let them see her.

The little ferret jill hurried back to her bed. She would lay there and try to fake sleep, in case one of them came in to check on her.

What she didn't know, was her mother had already gotten wise to their daughter's nightly adventures.

Maybe Mike was still delightfully oblivious, the sheltered Catholic mama's boy that he was growing up, but Candy grew up around sex.

Her mother, Camila had been a prostitute, living in Havana, and Candy used to have to hide whenever Mom brought home men, and sometimes women, to make love to her, then give her money.

Candy was naughty too, when she was as young as Camila. She watched her mother, didn't always get away with it. She sometimes got a spanking for watching something she wasn't supposed to, but it was unavoidable, seeing as they lived in such a small apartment with only a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms and just a hall to connect them.

After her mother passed away, Candy was able to leave Cuba, and she'd pretty much slept her way through the southern U.S. until she made it to Texas, and she found roots, first with an old rich squirrel, Richard.

She'd married him for his money, and because he was the first man she knew who didn't just want her body. She did not appreciate him, though. She cheated on him, slept with a lawyer from his firm, and so was cut from his will when he passed.

She went through a string of relationships then, had boyfriends, friends with benefits, even a few ladies, well one, she had a thing for that wily aardwolf she'd known for a time.

Back to the present, Candy let her husband rest after he'd just finished making love to her. The mother jill got out of bed, a little wobbly, and dripping slightly. She closed then locked their bedroom door.

Cammy hadn't closed it all the way.

Candy sighed; this had gone on long enough. The jill returned to her bed and she shook Mike before he could fully slip away to slumber, “Mike!"

The marten hob groaned, “Yeah, Candy? I'm already worn-out tonight."

She grumbled then shook him again, “Mike, I think we had ourselves a little audience tonight."

Mike heard her and he opened his eyes with a queasy look, “Cammy again?"

The jill sighed, “Yes. She didn't close our door all the way this time." She frowned, “I think that she has been getting up to watch us."

Mike looked at his wife, “You suspected this and didn't lock the door?"

Candy shook her head, “I guess... I still wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, now, I'm sure. One of us must talk to her in the morning. My mother did not let me get away with this, she should not either. If she's curious, I'd appreciate if she spoke with us, I don't like this sneaking around."

Mike sat up to nuzzle his wife's shoulder, “Then, we'll talk to her. I want us to be honest with her, and her with us. I was lucky I had my dad to tell me about girls and all that, Alessa was still young when he passed, so Mom had to be the one to tell her. Camila's blessed, she has both of us to teach her about these things."

Candy smiled at her love, 'Te amo, Michael."

He kissed her, “Te amo, Candizia."

...

The next morning, little Cammy was up. The ferret kit took her morning bath, washing her fur, putting shampoo in her hair, and even cleaning her sensitive areas, much as that made her blush, yet she didn't know why.

After her bath, she was dressed, wearing a white shirt with some cartoon characters on it, some shorts, and her sandals. She made her way downstairs, “Mom! Dad!" She shouted as she came in to find her parents both waiting for her.

Cammy smiled, “Oh! Hey, you're already here!"

Candy smiled at her daughter, “Yes, usually I like to sleep in before I work, and well, your father has the day off."

Mike nodded, wearing his morning robe, tank top, striped boxers and slippers, “Yeah, the restaurant is closed for the day, so I get to stick around. I should probably go anyway, maybe take the time and clean up, but Vlad's called in a crew, says that kitchen needs a full wipe down and well, that means I'm out for at least today."

Candy was up in her robe as well, more tightly cinched, her tail trailing after her as she made her morning coffee, “So Dad probably gets to stream with Mom today." She gently scratched her husband's ears.

Cammy smiled, “Wow, that sounds cool, I really wish you'd let me watch those too, Mom."

Her mother let out a soft giggle, “Ay, mi hija, no, you're a little too young for those kinds of videos."

Cammy frowned, “Aw, but Grandma lets me watch the kissing stuff in her tv shows."

Mike bristled at that then chuckled, “Yeah, well, Mom is Mom, and while I don't like you watching those, it just means she's not making me watch those with her anymore."

Candy then seemed to remember, “And that, Camila brings me to something else, your father and I would like to tell you."

Cammy sat down at the table, putting down her Bluey backpack, “Yes?"

The parents traded glances and then Candy spoke up, “Camila Cardenas Straniero, we know that you have been watching us."

Little Cammy's cute round ears pinned back, and she frowned, and she could feel her little heart race, “Oh... Sorry."

Candy allowed herself a smile and she petted her child on her head, “Now, I'm happy you know already to be sorry about that. What your father and I do is very special for us, and we like to keep that private." She stroked Cammy's hair, “Now, you're not in trouble. We're not upset, we just didn't want you being exposed to that so early. Understand?"

Cammy had a little tear in her pretty blue eyes, “I understand. I saw you doing that stuff, and I wanted to ask, but I didn't want you mad at me. I talked to Grandma, she told me that's something you like to do, and I should talk to you about it, I just..." She sniffed, a little pink blush in her cheeks, “I think I was liking it. I liked seeing you. Mom, you're beautiful, and Dad too."

Mike had to pull uncomfortably on his collar, “Yeah... I'm happy to hear that, it's just..."

Candy calmed her husband with a touch to his shoulder, then spoke to their kit, “And Grandma is right, if you were curious, if you really wanted to know, you should just talk to us. My mom used to catch me when I would watch her with... boyfriends, and she used to spank for me that. I don't want to be that kind of Mom. If you have any questions about sex, well, you can ask, as long as it's not for us to play with you." She had to add, “You're five, very young to be exposed to this sort of thing. I was your age when I first saw sex."

Mike blushed, “And I was 8 when I saw my parents..."

Candy allowed herself a small giggle, “But we don't want you doing that stuff with us, or even any classmates, if that idea should sprout in your little head, dear. You are just young, and we could be in trouble, CPS could take you away if they think we're being inappropriate with you, or teaching you to be well, a harlot."

Cammy listened, “Okay. So, I can ask anything?"

Mike allowed himself a smile for his child, “Yeah, ask us about anything, we'll tell you as much as we can, legally."

Cammy asked the first thing that came to her head, “Okay, Mom, why do you like when Dad sucks on your boobies?"

That one made Mike chuckle and blush.

Candy also laughed a little, “Well, simply put, it feels nice." She gestured to her breasts, covered by two layers of clothing right now, “The breasts, especially the nipples are very sensitive, and they feel good when they're played with right. I like mine being sucked on, and Daddy likes to suckle, most men do, it's the first affection most remember from their mothers. You used to nurse from me, Cammy. You drank my milk."

The young kit blushed, “Wow... Do you still make milk?"

Candy shook her head, “Heavens no! We weened you at one year, we had you on the bottle then, my milk, until I was no longer producing, then we had you on formula, until you could eat solid food. I don't lactate anymore, not unless I use a special tool, and I don't want to use those things, or Daddy puts another baby in me."

Cammy nodded, “Okay, and Dad, how do you put a baby in Mom?"

Mike chuckled, “Yeah, that didn't take long. Well, Cammy, sex. The thing you were watching us do, that's typically how a baby is made, it's how you were made."

Candy tagged in, “But sex is not always about making a baby. Usually, it's something that we do that feels good for us, the cleanup afterward may not be as nice, but we can enjoy ourselves."

Cammy nodded some more, “And you do that a lot?"

Mike and Candy both held hands, and they leaned into on another, before Mike answered, “Yes, we do. Your mother is very beautiful, the most beautiful I've ever known, and I just love showing her, every time we are alone, how I appreciate and love her for taking in a mama's boy like me."

Candy kissed her husband, a loving kiss to show her passion for him, so Cammy could see. Mike was blushing more when she pulled away and she smiled when she saw her daughter also blushing, “Do you see, dear?"

Camila giggled, “Yeah, I do... someday, when I'm older, like Aunt Alessa's age, maybe I could have someone like that?"

Mike chuckled at his sister being brought up, “Oh, I wouldn't doubt it if you somehow ended up like my sister, Cammy. You've got some of her spirit already, that combined with your mom's looks? You're gonna be a heartbreaker, and that's not a bad thing."

Cammy perked up, “Auntie has two boyfriends living with her, maybe I can do something like that!"

Mike's fur bristled again, “That..." he calmed himself this time, “That would be fine. Sure, when you're that age, and if that's something you really want, sure."

Candy hugged her husband, “We are Catholics, dear, and your father especially was brought up very traditionally, sometimes he needs to really sit and think about things like polyamory. That's what Alessa is, dear. She's polyamorous, she's happy to have multiple lovers. And, well, I am that way too."

Mike blushed, and he let his wife hug him more while she spoke.

Cammy blinked and awed at that, “Ooh, and did you have a lot of boyfriends, Mom?"

Candy stroked her husband's shoulder while she spoke, “Yes, I did. I was a very affectionate young lady. When I first came to America, I lived in Florida for a time, there was where I gave my virginity to a handsome young rat who was quite energetic, and very productive. I let him have me quite a few more times, but he eventually wanted a more stable girlfriend, and well, while it broke my heart to see my first love go, I was also happy for him." She drank some of her coffee before she continued, “He's married, has a family in Orlando. I moved on, I hitchhiked my way through the whole south, sometimes had enough money to take a bus. And along the way, I saw more and more, how men liked me, my body, and sometimes, if they were nice, and cute enough, I'd let them."

Mike was now paying as much attention as their daughter.

Candy stroked his cheek, and she kissed him, “And I did that until I made it down here to Corpus. Here, I found work, real work as a sex phone operator, and it was decent. It made me good money, I was a popular call there, they loved my Cuban accent. I started stopping by this one little bar that was just across the street from my office. Tail Twisters, now it's Casa di Pasta."

Cammy perked up, “Where Dad works?"

Candy smiled, “And your dad was working there at that time, too, he's always been cooking there. I did not meet him right away. I mostly came just for a margarita and a talk with my friend, Taylor. You haven't met him, but he saw you when you were born. He got to carry you. He's your padrino, your godfather."

Candy took another drink before she frowned, “Then, it was sometime after I'd settled in, I met this old squirrel, Richard Meyers. He was rich, he was the district attorney of the city, and he was very kind, very sweet. He let me sit with him, he rode the bus, because he didn't like having a chauffeur, he preferred to still be around the regular people. He convinced me to leave my work and become a secretary for him at his firm. I..."

She sniffed, “I said yes, and those were nice times. We got close and eventually..."

...

Richard Meyers, the old squirrel, Candy's first husband, the first man she truly gave herself to.

The old squirrel sat behind his desk, packing up to leave his office for the day, when his old ears twitched, and he heard the door to his office close. The squirrel looked.

There stood Candy, who at the time went by Candice, an easier to pronounce version than her birth name. She stood in a business suit, with shoulder pads, her shirt already unbuttoned enough to show her cleavage. Her tail swished under her skirt as she walked up to him, the soft clack of her high heels on the carpet. She let him see the fluff of her breasts peeking out, “Have you thought it over, what I told you last night, at the office party?"

Richard set down his briefcase, then the squirrel stood, and smiled at this beautiful, tall female who'd come into his life, “I have, and I would be happy to have you."

Candy then finished unbuttoning her top and let her suit and blouse both open; to show she wore no bra tonight, and her breasts were fully exposed for him.

Richard chuckled as he approached her, only tall enough to reach her shoulders, and he happily pushed his aged muzzle against her bared bosoms, “First time I've seen a pair like these, in quite a long while." He kissed her breasts, and he suckled on her nipple when his lips brushed over it.

Soon, both the jill and her boss were sprawled on top of his desk. Admittedly, not the most comfortable place for raw lovemaking.

Their clothing had been discarded; Candy laid on top of Richard's desk, her paws held down by the old squirrel as he crouched over her, thrusting mightily into her, with the fury and passion of a rodent half his own age.

The jill and squirrel kissed with much passion, their tongues messily clashed between both their mouths.

The desk creaked under their combined weight, their love juices beginning to drip, staining the oak, and sure to leave this office smelling of cum and musk.

Richard grunted in his climax once it was reached, his old nuts clenched and pulsed. He held his long kisses with her as he released his strongest load in years.

Candy hadn't climaxed, but she kissed him back as strongly as he did her. She loved that familiar warmth of a healthy male filling her, and despite his age, he'd bred her as well as any young buck squirrel.

After that night, it was hard to hide their affections in the office, though they kept their relationship professional as long as they could. Then, she would let him take her home and let him make love to her in his old penthouse.

They spent much time together under the sheets, even with the sheets thrown off.

It was only natural that Richard wanted more with her.

Candy hadn't been ready for a real relationship, but when Richard proposed to her at a fancy dinner, at a nice quaint seaside restaurant run by a kind old Spaniard eagle, Candy cried, and she said yes!

...

Candy sighed with a cup of cold coffee now, “And Richard would be my first husband. We married, we were happy, but I truly did not appreciate him. He loved me, not just for my body, Richard loved me. And I cheated on him," she started to tear up, “When he was sick, going through chemotherapy, so much pain, I wasn't there for him, I slept with one of his employees, this buck, Daniel... I would have left with him after Rich died. I did not realize he was using me... I was the boss's wife; I was his ticket to get rich and leave his own wife. And we didn't know, Richard's son, Richie had hired a private investigator. Richard knew I was hurting him, and I was cut from his will. And Daniel, his wife kicked him out, and no way was I going to give him a chance when he just wanted my inheritance... he called me a slut."

Mike held Candy now as she'd drudged up old bad memories.

Cammy got up too and hugged her mother as well.

Candy smiled in the embrace with her loved ones, “This was meant to be a talk for you, Camila, I didn't expect I would tell so much to you."

Cammy nuzzled her mother, “Mom, I think you're great, and you're still the most beautiful person I know, and Dad's happy to have you too."

Mike kissed his wife, “Yes, I am, and whatever history you had before me, that's all a part of why I love you, I love your freedom. I love how much you don't seem to care what other people think about you, you give me the strength to be more open with myself as well."

So, Camila looked to her father, “And you, Dad? Did you have girlfriends?"

The pine marten chuckled, “Maybe not as much as your mother... we are Catholics, and I was brought up in a traditional old Italian way, plus my mom would spank me with a spoon anytime I just said anything wrong about her, or girls. Mom and Dad both made me very respectful of the females in my life."

Mike chuckled, “As a result I was also very awkward talking to the girls at my school. I was in Catholic school first, I had nuns teaching me math, spelling, social studies, things like that. Then I was put into public school. And still, I was very nervous talking with girls. I had guy friends, rarely spoke with any girls."

He laughed while blushed under his dark fur, “At the very least, I wasn't a virgin when I met your mom." He smiled looking at Candy who seemed to enjoy hearing more about the man she loved.

He fanned himself, “There was this mouse girl I knew, Marta. She's now married to a ferret named Kit, but we were friends in high school, we finished as seniors. She uh, she used to come to my house. I had a game system, Wii, and we would play Smash Bros. Brawl. I liked playing Link, and she was always Bowser." He chuckled more, “Then..."

...

“Bowser wins!" the game announcer shouted on their tv.

Mike, 17 years-old at the time, sat on his beanbag chair in an unzipped grey hoodie over a Nickelback t-shirt, tucked neatly in his pants, a bag of Doritos next to him with an A&W. He frowned at another consecutive loss, “What?! Gosh darn, Marta, how do you get so good?"

The skinny little mousette was on his bed, in an open flannel shirt with an Otep t-shirt, not tucked at all, the fly on her shorts undone so her striped panties were visible if Mike ever looked. She cheered her latest victory, nearly knocking over her bowl of chili and the Monster drink next to it, “Fuck yeah, altar boy! You done got yokozuna'd by Bowser, how's that scaly koopa taint taste, Link!" She giggled.

Mike blushed immediately when he looked at his best friend, first from hearing her colorful language, and then after he noticed her shorts had opened to the point, he could see the outline of her slit through her panties. He gulped, “Uh, Marta, you're uh kinda showin' there."

The excited mouse looked down at her crotch and indeed saw the slight bulge of her mound under her panties. She simply smirked and she looked at her tall friend, “Yeah, guess it's a good thing I remembered underwear this time, you'd be eyein' my cooch then." She smiled with her buckteeth sticking out.

Mike's ears pinned and he stuttered while game music played behind him, “My mom could come in at any moment, Marta. Or heck, my sister's room is just next to mine. She can come in, and..."

Marta just opened her legs more, “And I'd behave myself then, Alessa don't need me bein' a bad influence, she can wait 'til she gets to middle school. Right now, you're only one I want to influence, Mike."

He coughed, “What? Really? Have I not just said my mom..."

It was at that moment that Serafina peeked her head in, “Kids! I gotta go run some errands, it shouldn't keep me out too long, and Marta, your father's called, says you're okay to stay over." she mumbled under her voice, “Probably got some young thing over there..." Sera checked herself and she looked at her son, not noticing his blush, but noticing how Marta sat Indian-style on his bed, “So you two, just behave yourselves while I'm gone, Michael, if Alessandra needs anything, you be a good big brother and get it for her, understand?"

Then, Serafina, probably suspecting something untoward was about to happen, against her best instinct, she stepped out, leaving two hormonal teenagers alone.

So, what happened next was only inevitable.

Marta smiled at her friend, “Mike, you heard your mom, we're alone now."

Mike blinked, his eyes falling to her nearly exposed crotch, “Alessa's still here."

Marta climbed off his bed, and let her shorts fall off, so her friend could see her butt as she closed, then locked his bedroom door, “And if she wants anything, you can be a good bro and get it for her, in the meantime..." She turned to him and let her friend watch as she then pulled off her shirts, first the flannel, then her band shirt, “I've got all I want, right here."

So then, Mike had his punky metalhead mouse friend almost naked, except for her panties, grinding her puss in his lap while she kissed him.

The young marten found it easy, very easy to give in to temptation when he had a friend as cute as Marta who just threw herself at him like this.

His hoodie then shirt came off and she rubbed his chest, feeling his silky, soft, golden-brown fluff on his chest.

Soon, the pair were in his bed, naked, writhing and kissing together, his paws exploring her small breasts, then pinching her nipples.

The horny naked pair writhed together, his hips thrusting passionately between hers, his young cock, safely wrapped in a condom, pushing through her birth canal.

They had each other's virginities on that night, after the affection between them had been steadily building.

They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend; they weren't going to be lovers.

But Marta wanted her best friend, the one boy she truly trusted, who didn't call her butch, dyke, or tomboy, who laughed at her off-color jokes and swearing, who let her play her nu-metal music when they hung out together.

Mike's thoughts weren't nearly so deep, his primal breeding instinct drove him, that thing that drove every hot-blooded mustelid like him. He nipped his friend on her neck, his first mating bite for his first ever female. With that, he grunted and licked the mousette's tender throat while he came, the condom inflating fully inside Marta.

They kissed breathlessly after their moment, his cock not showing signs of dwindling yet, so they smiled, and Marta cooed, “Got anymore rubbers?"

They kept going most of that night, more condoms were filled, his productive nuts gradually emptied. At a point, they did stop.

Alessa had indeed knocked on big bro's door to ask for a snack.

He dressed, sprayed himself with Febreze, and he got up.

Mike, noticeably more chipper than usual, he made peanut butter, grape jelly and banana sandwiches for his sister. Then, he sent her back to her room with a brotherly hug and kiss to her cheek.

Marta was waiting, her legs splayed for him, and she giggled, “Such a nice brother!"

And they wore each other out for the rest of their night together.

At some point, Serafina came home, almost dreading if she made some mistake to leave those two alone. She needed to get more eggs, more milk, and would have been home sooner if not for an old friend meeting her at the store to talk her ear off about some nonsense.

She came to his bedroom door, it was locked, but she smelled that very familiar musk of a male marten in rut. She chilled to her core. She was trying to respect his boundaries, and she was happy at least her son was apparently straight and not gay like her friends and relatives had been suspecting. She would have been fine if he had been otherwise, he was her baby. She would have a talk with him the next morning.

...

Cammy giggled, “And did Grandma spank you, Dad?"

Mike chuckled, red with blush, “No, no, I was too big for a spanking already, but yes, Mom did sit both Marta and me down the next morning. It was a stern talk, but she wasn't mad. She simply told us to exercise a little more caution. Marta and I continued to have nights like that for the rest of our senior year together, and even after we'd graduated. We went to the same college; we tried to keep our connection. We just drifted apart. That just happens, if I saw her again, I'd be happy, but she's happily married now. We both are." He smiled turning to his wife.

Candy, meanwhile, while happy to hear about her husband's early love life, found herself thinking, “Mike, your Marta, could she be the same one who plays with my brother and his wife?"

Mike blinked with some understanding, “Oh, with Javier and Chrissie? Marta's not exactly a common name. Is she a mouse?"

The Latina jill nodded, “Yes, she's a pretty, little mouse. Not a punk, but more boyish, she's the mouse-version of your sister really."

Mike nodded, “Yeah, Alessa did start dressing more goth and stuff after Marta was in our lives, she kept that up until she was older, and she came out as bi to Mom."

Cammy giggled, “Small world, Dad!"

At that moment, the bus horn honked outside.

Camila got up, picking up her backpack, “That's the schoolbus! I'm going now! Bye Mom, bye Dad! It was cool talking to you!" She went out then.

Mike chuckled as he stood, “I'd better go make sure she gets in, are you going to be okay?"

Candy tittered softly, “I'll be fine, I need more time to prepare, then I can start streaming and then, you can join me." She smiled and teasingly nibbled her husband's neck.

Mike blushed at the prospect of possibly making love to his wife in front of millions of anonymous eyes across the net, “I... okay, you just prepare then, dear." He followed their daughter outside.

Candy smiled then, watching her husband walk out, “This will be a nice stream."