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A bright, early summer sun rose over the leafy American suburb. Each of the houses was big and boxy, and had large equally spaced windows and sweeping green lawns and long driveways, and fences around backyards that more often than not contained pools. The city's skyline loomed in the distance, the high rises and the office buildings and the spire of the old cathedral, showing grey in the mist that would be burned off by the sun before midday. It was a Monday and the quiet streets were already seeing their traffic of commuters heading to jobs in the city and the few kids going to school early, before the bus came.

A thirteen year old horseboy, Mikey Zook, stood on threshold of his bedroom upstairs in his family's home, on the dark blue carpeted floor, half in and half out of the hallway. Mikey had not yet gone through his growth spurt and so he was short for his age. His coat was a hazel brown and his mane and tail were a darker brown, and his eyes were a dark brown color also. He was in his school uniform: a dark blue sweater, a white shirt, a dark blue tie and black trousers. His mane and tail were messy and tangled, which was normal for him. Behind him was a messy bedroom; an unmade bad, clothes on the floor, curtains only partly opened and backlit by the sun, the morning sunlight streamed in and caught the tiny motes of dust that hung in the air and threw warm golden patches acrossf his bedroom.

Mikey was leaning against doorjamb of his bedroom. The boy's pants were open and his cock was out, and kneeling in front of him, blowing him, was his twelve year old sister Suzie.

Suzie Zook was a wolfgirl. Her fur was incredibly soft, fluffy, and a snowy white color. Her eyes were large and blue and her nose was black. Though it was hard to tell with her on her knees she was, in fact, only slight shorter than her brother, and like him she was dressed in her school uniform, which was identical only she wore a black skirt instead of trousers and was not wearing a tie. And she was flat-chested. Mikey took after their father while Suzie took after their mother, hence why the siblings were different.

The wolfgirl held the base of her brother's straining, seven inch shaft with both hands while she bobbed her head. With each bob she took his flat-headed, pink-splashed brown cock to the entrance of her throat, and she whirled with her tongue and tasted her brother's slimy pre-seed, and sucked a little without forming a seal so it made a lewd wet noise. She did nothing with her hands except hold him still. Much of his cock was slick and glossy with her saliva, there were spots of foam at the corner of her mouth.

Mikey meanwhile was not playing it cool at all. The horseboy was holding tension in his shoulders, his hands were hovering at his sides and his breathing was already raggedy. It wasn't very often that his sister blew him before school. There usually wasn't enough time. He was also excited because his sister was already in her school clothes and they were standing on the dark upstairs carpet, which meant that when he came, which he was sure to do very soon, Suzie would be forced to swallow it. This was doubly good because she had come to him and asked him if she could practice giving him a blowjob before they went to school. She hadn't even asked him to do anything in exchange.

In general, Suzie didn't mind swallowing cum. In fact she was starting to enjoy the taste, and the naughtiness of the act thrilled her, however when it came to her brother she usually made an exception. Like all siblings Mikey and Suzie bickered and feuded over trivial things, though they always made up and they could get along pretty well together when they both wanted to. Nonetheless they bickered a lot of the time. It had gone like this: one time, after giving him a blowjob, Suzie had spat out Mikey's cum, and so, as a result, Mikey gained the impression that Suzie didn't really enjoy swallowing cum. And so, in order to annoy her, he always tried to make her swallow his cum. In response, Suzie always tried to avoid swallowing his cum, for no other reason than to defy her brother's wishes and annoy him. They did that kind of thing to each other all the time, with sex stuff and with other stuff.

His sister had been sucking his cock for a couple of minutes, but that was more than enough for Mikey and he was fast approaching orgasm. He was really looking forward to it. "Keep going" he muttered flutteringly.

Suddenly there was a shrill and rapid sound from downstairs: Bing-bong! Bing-bong! Bing-bong! Bing-bong! It was the doorbell.

"That's Betty and Mae!" Suzie exclaimed delightedly after pulling her mouth from her brother's rod. She was referring to Bethany Taylor and Mae-Elise Greggs, a doughy cowgirl and cornstalk giraffe respectively, her two best friends. She hopped to her feet and scampered to the bathroom that she shared with her brother, and set about filling a glass with water from the washbasin faucet.

"What are you doing?" Mikey asked dumbly, not yet fully comprehending that the blowjob was over. As he spoke a glassy thread of combined saliva and precum descended slowly from his pulsating, fiercely erect cock.

"We're gonna walk to school, we agreed" said Suzie cheerfully. She took a gulp from the cup, swilled the water in her mouth and spit it into the sink.

"Hey! What the fuck, I was almost finished!" Mikey complained with what he thought was well justified annoyance.

"Finish it yourself, I don't care" Suzie replied indifferently in her shrill voice as she rushed past him. She ran to her bedroom, which was neat and fresh-smelling and mostly pink, full of organized toys, with a bed that was made and curtains that were open, and snatched up her pink schoolbag and threw it over her shoulder. Then she brushed past her brother and thundered down the stairs, her bare black-padded feet pounding on the wood and her fluffy tail waving out behind her from under her school skirt as she went. Mikey heard her shout goodbye to their father, who was in the kitchen, followed by the sound of the front door being thrown open, a shrill burst of chatter from his sister and her dumb friends, and the front door being slammed shut.

Mikey fumed in the hallway. He probably would have finished the job himself if his annoying sister had let him think of it, however he refused to follow an instruction from Suzie. He was the older sibling, there was a principle at stake. But on the other hand he was even more vehemently opposed to the prospect of tucking his dick back inside his pants and heading off to school without busting.

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Mikey had an idea. He shuffled in a quick half-step along the hallway. His fly was open and his belt was unbuckled though he didn't need to hold up his pants as they were supported by his tail protruding through the loophole at the rear. He crossed the landing, passing the ornate spiral staircase that led up to the attic, passing the guest bedroom, and then entering his parent's bedroom.

Their bedroom was vast. There was a huge bed and a walk-in closet, and there were mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, and red curtains with gold tassels, and red carpets and a strange piece of soft furniture that was designed to give couples plenty of options when it came to sexual positions. Mikey approached the door to the master bathroom.

"Mo-om!" he called out in the drawn out whiny voice of a child addressing a parent.

"What is it sweetheart?" His mother replied patiently, her voice distorted by the thin panel of woodwork separating them.

"Can you help me with something please?" he asked hopefully, there was a delay before the door swung open and he was presented with the familiar sight of his mother.

Priscilla Zook was thirty-nine. She was a wolf, and like her daughter her fur was pure white and her eyes were blue. She was an average height for a wolflady, about 5'7". Her build, which in the past had been slim and athletic, had grown more soft and rounded after the combined assault of two kids and nearly four decades of life. Her boobs, which were once pert C-cups, were now big soft Ds and a little droopy as a result. Her hips had grown broad and her ass and belly had gained some additional padding, though her waist remained slim and so she had a subtly waspy appearance. Her still brilliant light blue eyes had shallow crow's feet.

Priscilla had been in her early thirties when her body unilaterally decided to change shape, and for about six months she had been inconsolable. But then she experienced a change of heart. She decided that make-up covered crow's feet, that her curves looked great in the tight 'mom jeans' that were now her everyday wear, and the day that she complained about her boobs getting bigger was the day she lost the right to complain about anything. She embraced the change and now she felt, sincerely, that she had never looked better. Priscilla thought she really put the F in MILF, and plenty of people agreed.

Priscilla had been on the cusp to entering the shower when she was interrupted by her son. She slipped on a white terrycloth robe that ended at mid-thigh, tied the cord at her waist, and opened the door. Her heart melted when she saw Mikey, her darling colt, looking up at her with his mournful brown eyes. His lower lip was jutting out in a sad pout, and his cock, now wilting from lack of attention, had acquired an air of profound tragedy.

"I thought Suzie was taking care of you" said Priscilla. She had seen them in the hallway only minutes before, they had exchanged good mornings.

"She went off with her friends!" Mikey complained, appalled at the injustice.

"Oww, did she leave halfway through?" his mom asked sympathetically.

"Not halfway! Right at the end, I was almost finished!" Mikey continued. He looked up at her in an extended, pleading fashion. Priscilla sighed and rolled her eyes. It was very obvious what he wanted. "What time is it now?" she asked, feigning weariness.

"It's ten past eight" said Mikey. This meant that he had a quarter of an hour before the school bus would arrive to pick him up. Time enough to finish what Suzie had started.

Priscilla sighed again. "Alright."

"Yay! Thanks mom!" Mikey was delighted.

"But only this once" she added warningly. She was the strict parent. "I'm not going to help you like this every morning."

"I won't ask again, mom, I promise" Mikey said earnestly.

"See that you don't" said Priscilla. "Now, come here." She opened the door and let Mikey into the bathroom.

She led Mikey over to the middle of the bathroom. His hooves clopped and her feet padded on the tiled floor. She left his side briefly in order retrieve the pink bathmat from beside the vast, jacuzzi-like bathtub. Priscilla dropped the bathmat at her son's feet and then gracefully folded herself onto her knees in front of him, and rolled her shoulders and let her robe slip off, exposing her furry breasts and her small pink nipples, and extracted her arms from the sleeves and let the robe settle on her hips with the cord still tied at her waist. Mikey's eyes went straight to his mother's chest. He really liked his mom's boobs and he knew that she didn't mind when he looked. It was the one thing Suzie didn't have.

Then, with a confidence that was almost perfunctory, Priscilla took her colt's wilting cock into her paw-like hands and moved seamlessly into a firm, fast handjob. She was as professional as a pornstar. She was pumping him up, getting him hard. At the height of each confident stroke she dragged her palm over his crown to gather more slippery pre-cum to use as lube.

"You're a lot better at this than Suzie" said Mikey awkwardly. His stomach was fluttering again, his voice was high and tight and his moist hands were once again hovering at his sides.

"I've had more practice" said his mother with a wry smile, and then she moved her hand to his base, leaned in, and took her son's cock deep into her mouth. Priscilla's snout was longer and more developed than her daughter's and so she could take his coltcock deeper, but even so he hit her throat immediately. There was a pause as Priscilla relaxed her gullet, and then she pushed her face forward again and squeezed her son's member into her throat. The curve of her throat caused his cock to bend very downwards slightly and he felt the firm, slippery cartilage of her throat around the crown of his dick. Priscilla didn't stop until the black spot of her nose was pressed against the flat needle-haired coat of Mikey's groin, and her small canine chin touched his hairless equine balls.

"Holy shit, mom!" Mikey exclaimed in wide-eyed astonishment, looking down at the top of his mother's head, as she looked up at him with her blue eyes. This was hardly the first time that his mom had deep-throated him but the act always brought forth a burst of uncontrollable elation.

Priscilla opened her muzzle wide and pulled back, and Mikey's saliva drenched cock popped from her mouth. "Language!" she said, frowning up at him.

"I'm sorry" said Mikey "it just felt real good. You're really good at this. Like, really good." He offered the compliment as an apology.

"Hmm, alright then" said Priscilla, smirking at her son's flattering excuse before taking his cock into her mouth again. She didn't throat-fuck him this time, instead she slurped and sucked, and licked his sensitive crown while twisting at his shaft using both hands, each hand going in opposite directions like she was giving his cock an indian burn.

Unsurprisingly under this kind of extreme stimulation, Mikey was soon at the edge of orgasm. "I'm gonna... I-I'm almost..." he spluttered.

Priscilla pulled her mouth off her son's cock and reverted to a fast handjob, only this time her strokes were even faster. She steadied his shaft with her off-hand and focused all of her efforts on his bulging crown, where the sensation was the most visceral. And as she jacked him off she drew back her head and puffed out her chest as she knelt, and aimed his cock at her collarbones.

"That's it baby, give mommy a pearl necklace" Priscilla said throatily as she beamed up at him. Mikey had no hope of holding off and seconds later a strong, intensely pleasant climax crashed through him. The valve inside his balls loosened and his cock muscles pulsed, and rope after rope of pearly cum squirted from his twitching dick and splattered across the white fur of his mother's throat and chest, and immediately began to run over and between her furry breasts.

"All better now?" Priscilla inquired chirpily, once her son had finished shooting his load and his cock was turning limp. Mikey nodded weakly. "Good," said his mom breezily, "now get yourself cleaned up. You can use the soap and the flannel by my basin. And make sure you don't get any on your trousers, those are a fresh pair and I'm not going to wash them again."

"OK mom" said Mikey woozily. Priscilla moved her son's hand to his softening cock and made him hold it. He tottered over to the washbasins.

It was very easy to tell which basin belonged to which parent. His father's barely had more than a toothbrush, some everyday deodorant and a bottle of expensive cologne for special occasions, while his mother had perhaps a hundred bottles of creams, sprays, lotions, perfumes, and other assorted beauty and fur-care products as well as their respective applicators, covering the surface around the basin. Mikey found a flannel and ran it under the faucet, he lathered it with a bar of his mother's lavender-scented soap and proceeded to gingerly soap and rinse his hypersensitive member.

Priscilla meanwhile rose to her feet just as gracefully as she had descended. Her son shot a substantial wad and it was trickling over her belly. Her sense of smell was saturated by the exhilarating smell of fresh cum.

Most mornings Priscilla had to decide whether or not to masturbate in the shower. It was actually a pretty important decision. Her sex-drive was like an eighteen-wheeler truck on a downhill stretch of road - very easy to start, very difficult to stop. It was strange the way it worked. If she left herself alone, she was fine. But if she started touching herself, if she masturbated in the shower, for example, then she would be masturbating and soaking her panties for the rest of the day. The only way to break the cycle was to go to sleep. It was a relatively benign form of nymphomania, she had actually had that diagnosis from a medical professional. And most mornings she could go either way, however blowing her son had tipped the scale and now she wanted to get underway as soon as possible. She untied to cord at her waist and let her robe drop to her ankles. Her tidy pink labia was shiny with arousal.

She looked at Mikey, he had finished rinsing and was packing the limp noodle of his cock back inside his sheath. He zipped up his fly and buckled his belt, then he looked over at his mother. Their eyes did not meet. His gaze went to her nude, cum-glazed body and stayed there, slack-jawed and captivated.

"Have a nice day at school, Michael" said Priscilla, subtly reminding him that he had someplace he needed to be.

"Uh, OK mom" said Mikey, snapping out of his trance. He spread his arms out and took a step towards her, and then faltered. Every morning he received a hug and a kiss from his mother, but right now he couldn't do so without devastating his school clothes.

"You'll get your kiss when you come home, now go on" said Priscilla, smiling.

"OK" said Mikey, he turned and left the bathroom. Then he put his head back around the door and added "and, um, thank you for, uh, you know..."

"Oh just go, or you'll miss your bus" said Priscilla, smiling ever more broadly. Mikey finally managed to leave.

Priscilla sighed and rolled her eyes and smiled to herself, then turned and appraised the large corner shower. On one shelf there was a grouping of yet more bodywashes and soaps, but it was to the larger grill-shelf further back that her eye was turned, as it was on that shelf that she kept her selection of shower dildos. She had several to choose from, in various styles and sizes, but it was the ten inch silicon doggy-dick that piqued her interest that morning. The toy had a vibrating egg in each of the knot's flesh-imitating lobes. Her pussy practically trilled with anticipation. She placed her clawed canine foot on the pink bathmat and sweepingly kicked it across the tiles towards bath.

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Mikey's head was still swimming in the afterglow of his orgasm when he stumblingly descended the stairs, schoolbag on his shoulder. He went to the kitchen, where he found his dad sitting up at the breakfast bar reading a newspaper, fresh cup of coffee steaming on the countertop beside him. He was entirely obscured behind the sheets of his paper.

"I'm going to go wait for the bus at the end of the driveway, bye dad" said Mikey in a voice that was slow and lazy. He was already heading for the front door when his father called him back.

"Hold on" his father rumbled in his familiar deep, manly voice. Mikey hung his head and trudged back to the kitchen.

John Zook was a forty-two year old stallion, and he was a huge; 6'8", and three hundred and fifty pounds of equine bulk. He had big hands and a thick, strong neck like a draft horse, and a bulky, heavy-shouldered body like a linebacker a year after retirement. His coat was a dark brown, darker than his son, and his neat mane and tail were very dark, almost black. He was dressed a slate grey suit, pale blue shirt and creased grey slacks held up by a woven leather belt. On his wrist was an exquisite Swiss watch, a gift from Priscilla on their fifteenth wedding anniversary, celebrated a year before. In return John had given her a gold-plated vibrator, it had cost him $2,200 and she adored it.

John peered in a fatherly fashion over the top of his newspaper at his son. "Have you remembered your homework?" he asked.

"Yes" Mikey groaned in a weary monotone.

"Show me."

"Oh come on! How come you always do this to me and never do it to Suzie?" Mikey whined, instantly exasperated.

"Has your sister ever forgotten her homework?" his dad asked.

Mikey slunk his shoulders. "No."

"Has your sister ever forgotten anything?" his father chided him.

"She forget to let me cum this morning..." Mikey mumbled ill-humoredly.

"What's that now?" John inquired.

"She was blowing me when her friends rang the doorbell, she ran off without letting me finish" Mikey whined. "And I was really close, like - really - close."

John grinned and chuckled. "Yeah, girls can be like that. So how did you handle it?"

"Mom helped me" said Mikey, grinning. "I gave her a pearl necklace."

"I'll bet she enjoyed that" said John. The kitchen was directly beneath the master bathroom and the patter of the running shower was echoing from upstairs. It was at that moment that a pleasured feminine groan echoed down from above. Apparently Priscilla was enjoying her morning shower. Both father and son heard it. Priscilla never kept her voice down. Nobody in the Zook household ever needed to keep their voice down.

"You have an amazing mother, you know that?" said John.

"Yeah..." Mikey grunted. He was carrying a lot of residual annoyance at Suzie for leaving him high and dry.

"I'll tell you what" said John "I'll talk to Suzie when she gets home. I'll remind her that it's not very nice to leave a young man with the blue balls. How does that sound?"

"Thanks dad" said Mikey, the idea of Suzie being the one to get in trouble for once put him in a great mood. He went around the breakfast counter and hugged his enormous father. Then he made to leave.

"I still want to see that homework" said his father loudly, stopping him, bringing him back. Mikey sighed and unshouldered his backpack, retrieved a dog-eared workbook and showed his father a few fresh pages of long-division and semi-legible handwriting.

"Good" said John, and he let Mikey return the book to his schoolbag. "Have a nice day at school, and remember: the more of an education you pick up now, the more..."

"The more freedom I'll have when I'm older" said Mikey, rolling his eyes as he shouldered the bag. "You've told me a hundred times."

"Well, it's worth remembering."

The peep-peep of the school bus sounded from outside, causing both horse's equine ears to swivel in the direction of the noise. "I gotta go" said Mikey.

"Well then go!" John urged, and he watched as his son turned and ran to the front door, hooves thundering on the hardwood, the many tangled threads of his brown horsetail streaming out behind him.

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John folded his newspaper and set it aside. He had lost his place, and finishing the article would make him late for work anyway. With nothing to distract him he became thoughtful and reminiscent.

There was something about being forty-two, the inescapable and almost cruel reality of a number that high. Where his best years really behind him? Was it really all downhill from here? No. Yes, maybe...

John shook his head and forced those thoughts from his mind. Those intrusive ideas were getting more common every the day. He worried about something happening, or maybe something had happened but he couldn't say exactly what. He hoped the thoughts would go away soon. In an effort to be proactive he challenged himself to name one thing in his life that he wanted to change - something he really wanted to change - and could come up with only one answer.

The breakfast barstool protested as John leaned back and placed his big hands on his stomach. He sucked in his gut and for a brief moment his physique reverted to its former glory, and then he relaxed and his stomach returned to its present dismaying state. In his youth he had never had to worry about his weight, he ate what he liked and never gained a pound. Growing up on his parent's farm, there had always been plenty of work to keep him in shape. And in college he had discovered the gym. But then things gotten serious at work and at home, and he had spent less and less time at the gym, and his diamond-cutter physique had become what it was today, a cookie-cutter physique.

A fresh groan echoed down from the bathroom above and John was reminded that the changes to his body, the deterioration of his body, had been contemporaneous with his wife's hips flaring out and her boobs expanding. At the time John had tried to make light of Priscilla's situation (his jokes were emphatically not well received), while he had been secretly waking up in a cold sweat over the loss of his six-pack. Like his wife, he had come to accept the changes, but he had not leaned in like she had. His acceptance was more of a capitulation. The fact was, he was vainer than her.

Things were different now. Mikey and Suzie no longer required constant attention, and several promotions at work meant he could take a two-hour lunch break every day if he wanted. He could hit the gym as hard as he liked. And he had tried, but he had quickly given up. Whatever drove him to acquire all that muscle in the first place was no longer there. Though that wasn't to say he no longer worked out. There was exercise stuff in the attic that he used from time to time. But these days his body was all soft muscle that had minimal definition. And he had a tummy. He had no love for his stomach.

From above John heard: "Yiss! Yiss! Yiss! Ohhh-ohhh... Fuck yeah..." It seemed like Priscilla was about finished with her shower. Good for her.

John remembered the phrase Suzie had used: Dad bod. Apparently it was a thing. It made sense, he was a dad so he should have a dad bod. He asked Suzie if her mom had a 'mom bod' and she hadn't understood the question. Apparently that wasn't a thing. Later John realized that the female equivalent wasn't a mom bod, it was MILF. Priscilla was definitely a MILF. Therefore, he was the male equivalent of a MILF. He felt better thinking about it like. Dad bod. Alright. Fine. Good. There were worse things he could be.

John checked his wristwatch and jolted. He wasn't late, but he couldn't spend any more time reminiscing either. He drained his coffee mug, lumbered up to his feet, adjusted his tie, swept his car keys from the marble countertop and headed for the utility room that was his passage to the garage.

"Not so fast."

John Froze. It was Priscilla, calling to him from the top of the stairs. Her fur was wet and dripping. She had a towel wrapped turban-style around her head and she had another towel wrapped around her middle, covering everything important, squeezing and pushing up her boobs. She glided down the stairs with a big 'I just came' grin plastered across her canine features.

"Thought you could sneak out, huh?" she said, stopping a few steps from the bottom of the stairs and leaning over the rail. John was significantly taller than his wife and the boost the stairs provided brought them level.

"I was going to come up."

"I'm not here for an excuse" said Priscilla, still grinning.

"Oh, I know what you're here for" said John, returning her grin. He leaned over the rail and smooched her on the lips. He caught a whiff of his son's cum, partially washed-out and stale-smelling, coming off her chest. She would be wearing the scent for the rest of the day. "Smells like someone I know" he observed.

"I'm a good mother, aren't I?" she said, grinning wickedly.

"The best" John agreed. "Can you still fit him in your throat?"

"Ah! Barely."

"Enjoy it while it lasts, he's not going to get any smaller" said John.

"Do not remind me" said Priscilla, rolling her eyes. "He's the perfect size right now."

Their son's genitalia was a common topic of conversation. Though Mikey had not yet experienced his growth spurt his genitals were oddly large and developed compared to the rest of his body. A seven inch dick on a thirteen year old. It looked like some mad scientist had grafted a stallion's cock and balls onto the body of a colt. It was fascinating and both parents could not stop remarking on it when Mikey wasn't present. Puberty was a dice-roll and there was no telling how that dice was going to land for their son, but that didn't stop John and Priscilla from wondering if their little colt was going to grow to be a super-hung monster. That could be a fun development, for various reasons.

"Do you remember when we used to both call in sick" Priscilla spoke lustily into her husband's ear, "and we would stay in our apartment and fuck all day, do you remember?"

"Not today" said John, effortlessly seeing through her seductive ploy. She had no intention of actually staying home or calling in sick, she was angling for a quickie before they both left for work. "I have a meeting, I can't be late."

"Alright but give me another kiss before you go."

"Alright" he said, and they kissed again and this time their tongues touched for a moment. Then John left her on the stairs and continued on through the utility room and into the garage beyond.

A pair of new, high-riding, European all-wheel drive cars occupied the double-garage. The autos cohabited with a workbench, power tools, lawn care stuff, a collapsible basketball hoop and a few other sports things that had been purchased for Mikey though he hadn't really used any of them. John slid into his car's exquisite leather seat, slotted the plastic 'e-key' into the ignition port located in the center console. He pressed the 'START' button with his thumb and the hybrid engine gently hummed into life. He buckled his seatbelt, booped the touch-screen dashboard causing the garage door to start whirring slowly open behind him. He put the car into reverse gear which turned the dashboard into a feed of a rearward-facing camera, and started to back out of the garage.

When John was about halfway down the driveway he heard Priscilla's voice calling to him. He applied the break and looked up from the camera feed. The white-furred wolfess was standing on the porch, at the top of the steps. She was still in her towel.

Once she had his attention, she flashed him: she threw open her towel and showed him her breasts, the elliptical dent of her navel and the pink smudge of her pussy. She beamed at him and swayed her waspy hips a few times before she covered herself up. Her performance over, she turned and slinked back inside, bumping the door shut with her ass.

John looked at the reversing camera, the sleepy suburban street was hardly bustling but it wasn't deserted either. There were cars going by. He grumbled ruefully. He wasn't a huge fan of his wife's exhibitionism. It was extremely sexy but he always feared getting caught, and that fear spoiled it for him. It made him hot under the collar for the wrong reason. _She_never worried. He admired Priscilla for that. Whether it was brave or reckless, it was impressive nonetheless. Wild lady.

"Never change, baby..." he murmured aloud to himself, and his grin returned.

John was getting hard remembering all the stunts Priscilla had pulled over the years. That he didn't need. He had that meeting in an hour - less than an hour, actually - and he couldn't very well show up with a raging hard-on. He joked in his mind about swinging by a store and picking up an icepack to wear like a sports cup. He snorted humorously at his own joke. He would have to remember that one for when he got home.

Ah well, it would probably fix itself before he got to work. He returned his attention to the reversing camera, let his big hoof off the brake and eased out of the driveway.