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Coming of age wasn't the big deal to Cora that others made it out to be. She cared less about the amount of years that she'd been alive, and more about the experiences that made her so rich and fulfilled as a person.

It wasn't her friends that were pushing her to take her age so seriously, however.

Her own mother had been making a note of how her little girl was 'all grown up,' to the point that the words were starting to lose meaning for the younger bunny. Some part of her was still excited to finally be a legal adult, but she knew that there were stresses that came along with the territory, even without her mother adding to them.

She was dealing with another one of them that evening, as she unlocked her phone and looked at the date. It had been a week since she'd turned 18, and truth be told, her world didn't change in the profound way that she expected.

Her masturbatory habits, however, were getting a little frustrating.

Pushing an app on her smartphone that she'd long since kept hidden from her parents, Cora swiped down to a video of a stocky, muscular wolf doing a strip tease; it was one of her favorites, and always helped her to get off when she was having trouble sleeping. She figured that it would be enough to do the trick that evening, as well, but something was definitely changing about her, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Her digits were too busy moving in subtle ovals upon her clit for that.

"Getting c-closer..." she whispered, knowing that she might wake her parents if she moaned with the level of passion she truly felt. "Yes, strip that f-fucking thong off for me, baby...show me your cock..."

Cora was aware of the stereotypes about her species, and always believed that she had a fairly healthy and normal sex drive for a young adult. She had the occasional fantasy that crossed over a kinky line, but for the most part, she was just in the market for a good-looking guy, and the sight of a brilliant, reddish member emerging from the gray fur of the canine's sheath sent a thrill down into the pit of her tummy. She could feel her climax building as her pawtips rubbed feverishly along the crest of her folds, gathering up more of her own natural moisture and working it into the proud nub of her clit.

A tiny jet of moisture left her passage as she bit down on her lower lip. She didn't care about the stain forming on her sheets, or how tender her nipple would be from her leaning down to suckle upon it so tightly. She only cared about the wave of relief that was sure to wash over her as her hips bucked, her body trembled, and her chest heaved with the breath of her efforts.

Dropping the phone on her tummy, Cora slumped her head back into the pillows, and quivering pawtips worked in slow, lazy circles around her clitoral hood, drawing out the last few quakes of orgasmic delight from her most private moment. She watched as the male in the video returned the favor for her, allowing a dab of precum to streak across the camera lens, and a brief giggle was broken up by a slip of her tongue across her lips, eager to learn what it would really taste like.

"And h-here it comes," she said, her voice overconfident at the relief that was sure to settle upon her thereafter. Her eyes closed, her short muzzle was painted with a smile, and her body stilled as she prepared herself for a soothing, refreshing night of sleep.

An hour later, she still wasn't any closer to that, and her slicked fingers were at it again, a knuckle deep into the passage of her womanhood.

**

"Another rough night of sleep, my darling?"

Cora's mother was nothing, if not terribly affectionate to her daughter. She was a proud mother to a healthy litter of bunnies many years ago, and Cora was the last one still living at home, no doubt adding to the closeness that they shared.

"Just couldn't really get there," Cora replied, subconsciously making a double entendre. "Good thing it's the weekend..."

"That's right! You can just relax around the house today if you want to," her mother suggested. "I'll do my best not to bother you."

Cora smiled. "Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate that."

The younger of the two bunnies was still in a daze from having slept so poorly, so much that her mind could only appreciate one task at a time. She was so busy enjoying the delicious spread that her mother put out for breakfast that her mind began to wander, and her paw along with it.

She had no idea that she was playing with herself again , and this time, in front of her own mother, right there at the breakfast table.

"I don't think you've ever enjoyed my cooking so much," her mom teased. "I know those pancakes are pretty good, but I think you're giving me too much credit."

The moans were soft and subtle, but no sound great or small escaped the ears of a keen rabbit; Cora only missed them because she was the one making them, and it had nothing to do with the food.

Her tiny, tight sleep shorts revealed an obvious stain of arousal at the crotch, even with her paw moving back and forth over the bump.

"O-oh...oh! Yeah, t...they're really good, Mom. Thank you!" Cora smiled nervously and tried to play it off, but her lips thinned as she felt her mother gripping at her wrist.

She was caught in the act by her own parent, and her ears folded down with horrified embarrassment as her mother held the paw up over the table and admired it, able to see the lightest glisten of arousal upon her pads.

"I'd like to pretend that my cooking is this good, but I can't take credit for it," her mother wasn't afraid to put Cora on the spot. "But...you're not in trouble, my dear. You're just becoming a woman."

Cora rolled her eyes, knowing that her cheeks were burning with bashful heat. "I know, I know. I'm all grown up, not your little girl anymore, yadda yadda."

"I haven't just been saying those things to chastise you, Cora. You really are changing, and if you're masturbating at the table, I think it's high time that you learned why."

After her 18th birthday was likely a bit too late to be having such a talk, but it was now or never for Cora, who wouldn't have been able to lie to her mother if she wanted to.

"Lemme guess; this is what's been keeping you up at night, isn't it?"

Cora gave a very subtle nod. "It's kinda p-painful," she trembled over her words a bit, still not entirely comfortable with the conversation they were about to have. "Like there's something in me that needs to be touched, but I can't reach it. It feels like I can't quite take a full breath, and just breathing is frustrating."

"You're going into heat, Cora."

The way that they danced around the topic in school left Cora unaware that heat cycles occurred for different girls at different ages. Hers was certainly coming on late, but now that it was finally there, it was for the best that her own mother was handling her education about it.

" That's what heat is? Just being horny all the time?"

Her mother giggled. "Not quite, Cora. A heat cycle is entirely natural, and it comes on when your body becomes fertile. This is your bodily response to that fertility...your body is telling you to seek out a compatible mate and bed him so that you can be impregnated."

Cora was completely flustered. She'd always been close to her mother, and they shared as much as any mother and daughter ever had, if not more.

That didn't make the conversation anymore comfortable for her, but she tried to think about how it could be much worse. "Pretty sure I'm not ready for kids, Mom."

"Of course not, dear! You just became an adult, and you should have some fun before you settle down!"

"Yeah, I kinda figured that much."

Her mother could sense the awkward tension in her voice. "Probably not the kind of advice you were expecting from dear old mom, is it?"

Cora nodded.

"Well, I was in your shoes once, and my mother didn't give me any advice on how to deal with this. If you don't learn how to control and deal with your urges, you can get into trouble at a young age, and...well, that's why your mother is younger than everyone else at the PTA meetings," she explained. "I know that you'll meet a handsome, young fellow one of these days, settle down and have a family of your own, but in the meantime, you need to learn to suppress these urges, so they stop controlling your life."

Their age gap was less than that of some sisters, and Cora wasn't ignorant of that fact. If anything, it helped her relate to her mother in ways she might not be able to otherwise and made the conversation a bit more comfortable...but only a bit.

"What am I supposed to do, though?" Cora asked. "Just...m...masturbate all day?"

The word was so strange to say around her mother, but Cora managed it, and drew a giggle from her parent. "Obviously not," she instructed. "If you do that, you could end up rubbing your skin raw...your body needs time to recover after such an intense moment. It's important to take breaks every now and again, and the longer you let the sensations build, the longer your period of satisfaction afterwards will be."

Taking this kind of advice from her own mother was the last thing Cora thought she'd be doing that morning, but she was taking notes as if she was still in a classroom, jotting things down on a mental notepad and paying her mother the kind of attention that was so rare from young adults her age.

"Is that all?"

"Don't forget to alternate. Use every erogenous zone on your body," she explained. "Touch your breasts and your backside, switch often between touching your clitoris and penetrating yourself, and don't be afraid to let your paws explore the rest of your body! You may find that being touched on the back of your thigh, or perhaps on your collarbone is every bit as exciting as your little folds!"

Cora did her best to giggle, but she couldn't deny how strange the conversation was, even if it was helpful. "L...Little folds?" she repeated the statement, as if she didn't believe that her mom said it in the first place. "Sorry for making breakfast all weird. I really do appreciate the advice, Mom."

She shook her head. "Think nothing of it. I know it can be a little weird talking to your parents about sex, but it's important that you're educated. I won't have my daughter making any foolish mistakes."

"That means a lot," Cora admitted through a soft smile. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Maybe you don't need to know it," her mother paused, "But one thing that's always worked for me is to take long breaks between using the restroom."

Cora's head tilted, one of her ears flopping out as it did. "...Really?"

"The added pressure really amps up the intensity," her mother claimed. "If you've never tried it, you really should."

This level of advice was definitely beyond what Cora needed to know for safety's sake, but she as her mother released her wrist, she tapped her chin in thought and looked down between her legs. She was lost in her own world again, realizing that she hadn't gone all morning, and pressure was starting to build.

Her mother was busy clearing away their dishes when the doorbell rang, but Cora didn't hear a thing. She was too busy admiring the fresh stream of arousal that was soaking the front of her shorts.

**

"Mrs. Warren? Are you home?"

Cora never would have guessed at the depths of her mother's depravity, and nothing her mother had ever done before would give her any reason to. She always thought that her mom was the same as every other mom in the world: Loving, slightly overbearing, and always looking out for the best interests of their children.

Mrs. Sandra Warren took things one step further on the last bit, believing that she knew how to handle her daughter's first heat better than Cora did, herself.

As the younger bunny ignored the sound of the front door swinging open and her mother rushing to answer it, the consequences of masturbating on the couch in the living room never crossed her mind. The growing stain that was soaking into the cushions never even had a chance to become an afterthought, and her father's frustration when he'd return home to the mess was a problem that could easily be dealt with later.

Her pawtips were quick and dedicated, following her mother's advice of mixing things up. She didn't hesitate in the least to strip her panties away, and they sat on the floor in a slowly drying puddle of her own juices, mingled with the tiniest bit of urine from her straining bladder. She could only imagine it was a matter of time before she'd have to make a trip to the restroom, but her mother never specified if she was supposed to release that pressure before or after her orgasm, and she wasn't quite there yet.

Her actions were becoming the topic of attention for another, as Sandra stood at the door in her apron, looking every bit like the housewife that the neighbor's son, Ricky, had always thought her to be.

"Yes, I'm home! Thank you for coming over on such short notice, Ricky! Your parents raised you to be such a polite young man."

The hunky young fox from next door was the perfect specimen for Sandra to give her daughter; they could go at each other the entire afternoon without any risk of him impregnating her, and she'd heard good things about vulpine endurance...he might be able to keep up with Cora's needs, if he were properly motivated.

"Well, they said you really needed my help with some kind of pipe leak or something, but...uh...I'll be honest with you, I don't really know a lot about plumbing," he admitted, having bought Sandra's excuse hook, line and sinker. "Do you just need me to help out the plumber when he gets here?"

"Oh, there's no other plumbers coming. Why don't you step inside, and I'll show you what I need help with?"

The moment that Ricky was past the swing of the door, Sandra pushed it closed behind him, her urgency setting off a hint of concern in the back of his mind. He tried to ignore it as his tall, sharp ears perked up to the sound of something wet, but it didn't sound like a drip, or a leak. The quiet slisch was reaching him from the living room, and he could only imagine that time was of the essence before their house would be ruined.

"What kind of a leak would you have in there?" he asked, kicking his shoes off at the door. Sandra replied only be virtue of gesturing a paw that way, so he nodded and stepped down from the front entrance and into the sunken family room, where he nearly tripped down his way down the shallow stairs.

He couldn't keep his jaw from dropping, and his cheeks were burning so bright that he worried his fur might burst into flames. "M...Mu...Mrs. Warren, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to see her! I, oh...oh no...my parents are gonna kill me..."

"Your parents are never gonna know about this," Sandra assured him. She was already slipping the apron from her body, and as she stood behind Ricky to keep him from attempting an escape, she boldly pressed her breasts into his upper back, leaving the fox to jump forward, down in front of the absent-minded Cora. "But I'm sure they'll be glad to hear about what a fine help you were, if you stick around and do what I tell you to."

Ricky was a good, upright young man, having avoided the greater temptations of the outside world for most of his life. Like most men his age, just on the cusp of turning 19, he was mostly in control of his hormones, but testosterone levels were running high, and his best efforts weren't enough to keep his eyes from zeroing in on Cora's spread, pouting folds and the utter trail of juices that spilled from it.

Reaching around the front of his pants and tugging down at the zipper, Sandra felt his length pressing at the front of his boxers, jumping to life with every eager pump of his heart. "You can smell her heat. I know that you can. Your body is already telling you what to do...so why are you still standing here?"

Instinct and reason were fighting a fierce battle in the vulpine's mind, but reason was on the ropes and losing steam. If Sandra hadn't been around, Ricky might have greeted Cora with a smile and a wave like he usually did, but he was only just starting to get the idea of how the girl next door was all grown up, and just like him, she was a fully-grown adult with needs to be met.

That last bit of hesitance was literally drowned as Sandra picked up her daughter's soaked, messy panties from the floor and pressed them right to the front of Ricky's muzzle. "Don't keep my daughter waiting, boy. She needs this."

The pheromone riddled panties were enough to drive Ricky through any moral blockade, but before he had the chance, Cora finally looked up from her own sex and notice the fresh male in the room, and the bulging sight of his cock fighting to get through his boxers. His own scent was intoxicating to her in the depths of her heat, and as her legs clenched one last time to keep from releasing her piss all over the couch, she bounded upright and literally tackled the lucky fox to the ground.

"Hey, Ricky! I didn't even notice you there!" she admitted, the tiny puff of her tail wiggling about with obvious excitement. There was something different in her tone that made the fox wonder how much she was in her right of mind, but her soaking, heated mound was already pressing into his covered member, erasing any possible concern he could have and replacing it with dire lust. "You know what we should have done years ago?"

Their inexperience was clear in their speech, but Ricky was still in disbelief just enough that couldn't verbalize a reply. He could only shake his head and gulp as he looked down, knowing his virginity was on its last legs.

The eager bunny straddling his lap reached down and fished through the seams of his boxers, finding the gap and playfully tugging the tip of his cock free. Properly vulpine shaped with a tasty little knot at the base and a slim, tapered tip, Cora admired the reddish-pink hue of his most private flesh and pondered all the other fun things she could do with it...but there was only one destination for it that would satisfy her.

"This."

Her simple warning was all that she gave, before she guided the tip of Ricky's drooling length to her parted folds. She'd never penetrated herself with something as thick and full as the vulpine's member before, but she'd been warming up for quite some time, and the plentiful juices that spilled from her sex made for an easy penetration of the tip, before she met the resistance of her own virginity.

Just the first, brushing contact with his manhood was all it took to build up her bravery, and without remorse, she speared her last moment of chastity on the vulpine cock, pushing past the resistance and easing her way toward the knot.

Ricky was beside himself as he looked up and watched, completely bewildered at how his own first fuck was unfolding. "Cora, you...it's inside..." his voice was a groaning whisper as he tried to fight back his moans, overly conscious of everything he did, even with his mind mildly poisoned.

Sandra saw to it that he wouldn't have any further problems as she knelt over his longer, narrower muzzle and parted her womanhood with a pair of digits. "Shh...don't distract her, Ricky. Just let her fuck your brains out, you lucky little fox."

Morally upright as he was, it would have been impossible for Ricky to resist Cora's invitation if her mother hadn't been around, but now, she was adding to the intensity of the moment as her dripping sex soaked the delicate fur upon the end of his muzzle. His lips were coated with her flavor, and his eyes nearly rolled back paws instinctively moved to the smooth, healthy curve of her backside, squeezing the supple flesh in his eager digits.

If she weren't so deeply poisoned by her heat, Cora would have been weirded out by watching her mother kneel over her new lover's face, but her already fiery lust was only stoked by the sight, and inner muscles began to tremble with familiar purpose as she bucked herself wildly on Ricky's cock. His lap was starting to ache from the force of her movements as she became used to impressive size and the depths it could reach, but his every complain and compliment was reduced to a low, scrambled moan that ended in Sandra's cunt, providing the most delightful vibration to her clit.

Much as Ricky's slim, toned body was a visual feast, Sandra kept her sights turned to her daughter, watching as her chest heaved with devious effort. "D...Dad's gonna kill me..." Cora groaned, reaching up a single paw to cup one of her swinging breasts. She squeezed it and tried to lean far enough to suckle greedily upon it, not showing an ounce of shame for her actions, even before her own mother.

"And just why would he do that?" Sandra asked, her voice devoid of a moan, even as Ricky buried his tongue deeper and deeper into her folds.

"Cause...I n-need to cum...and I don't think I can," she paused and sucked in a sharp gasp, before the lightest trickle of pee began to spread around Ricky's shaft. "W...without peeing all over the f-floor!"

Juices that already coated Ricky's tongue began spilling down his cheeks as Sandra played right into the arousal of her own daughter, uncaring of how wrong it might have been. "You let me worry about dealing with your father's attitude," she claimed, trying to be there for Cora, even when she really shouldn't have been. "You just worry about getting over your heat, my dear. He's getting close...I can feel it."

Going down on all fours, Sandra's breasts pressed into Ricky's torso as she reached down and delicately squeezed his taut, smooth sack, touching him with a level of skill and experience that no girl his age could match. His desires to make his first time last were immediately pulverized by the entirely natural need to impregnate Cora, even if his orgasm would just leave her with a tasty mess inside.

"Quit holding out on my daughter, little boy," Sandra taunted the panting vulpine, able to feel his warm breath spreading across the whole of her folds. "Fill her up, or I'll pee all over that naughty little muzzle of yours..."

Ricky wasn't experience enough to know for sure if he was into the idea or not, but he didn't need Sandra's inspiration to break through. Cora's vaginal passage was already fluttering and squeezing at his shaft in a way that he'd never be able to imitate with his own paws, and the very first experience of a female orgasm on his flesh was all that it took to bring about his own. The familiar rush of warmth and tight muscles in the pit of his stomach left him to cry blissfully into Sandra's womanhood, while the first milky rush of cum burst from the tapered tip of his vulpine length and soaked Cora's womb.

"Oh...gods, I c-can't help it! I can't!" Cora folded her ears back and bit down on her lower lip as a clear jet of her own ejaculate sprayed from her heated sex, hailing the first orgasm she ever shared with another living thing...but it wasn't alone. It was quickly followed by a hail of hot, golden fluid as her bladder gave way, providing Ricky with a first finale that he'd never forget.

The clenching alone was a pleasure that he couldn't hope to replicate, but her squirting juices made for a deliciously easy penetration, and the steamy, blissful heat of her piss upon his shaft drew precious, extra seconds from his already carrying orgasm, leaving him to finally get over himself and buck his hips against her, pushing his seed further and further up into her womb until she could feel it coating her insides.

It made for quite the mess as she tried to push herself down on Ricky's knot, only to feel her mother pushing up on her abdomen.

"Not yet!" she warned, keeping her already stretched folds from parting any further. "If you do that, it could be hours before you get a second round out of him...and I know you're not satisfied yet."

Trembling and heated, Cora shook her head, her long, folded ears swinging delicately as she did. "No, I..._mnn..._I think I still need more..."

A quiet squelch came through as Cora rocked her hips on Ricky's soaked lap, followed by another as Sandra resumed her position on his muzzle.

"Bet you're glad you didn't leave now, boy."

Drained of his cum, but young and virile enough to quickly work up another batch, Ricky was no in position to argue. He nodded, brushing his nose against Sandra's intoxicating cunt as Cora began squeezing on his cock once more...