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After a refreshing vacation by a crystal clear lake, the owners of the cozy fox inn were ready to get back to business. As they stepped out of the villa's front door with their bags in hand, they felt like nothing could go wrong; Ingram was skilled enough to have kept the place running smoothly while they were gone, and the harrying tug of stir-craziness was finally absent from their minds. Everything seemed to be going just as intended, right up until it came time to say farewell.

When they'd started to wave goodbye to Sakura and Kerrin's parents, they noticed Kokatsa leaning over and whispering something to her husband. At first, he seemed angered, but after receiving a scolding glance, he quickly backed down. To their surprise, she then paced down to where the carriage waited, towing a bag that none of them noticed she'd brought outside.

"Are you planning on coming with us, mother?" jested Kerrin, a sly smirk spreading across her face.

Kokatsa replied with a bright, sunny smile on her face, her eyes locked on Trent like a cougar spying a rabbit. "Why yes, I am! I'd just love to spend more time with my little grandchildren, and I've always wanted to see your inn for myself."

Sakura's smirk tightened and twisted into a frown of mild discomfort. Both she and Kerrin could see Kokatsa ogling Trent below the belt, and neither missed her tongue stealthily tracing her lips. Sakura knew from experience her mother loved preying on young carnivores, especially ones that her father deemed "strays" or "vagrants." Her mother was pretty crafty when stalking her prey, but coming with them to the inn? Did she really think it would-

"Why that sounds great!" Sakura turned just in time to see Trent step forward and take Kokatsa's bag, then hand both his and hers over to the porter. "I always loved spending time with my grandparents," he continued, "I'm sure the little ones will have a blast. Isn't that right kids?"

Alef nodded twice, and Rini excitedly chanted "Grammaw, Grammaw!" Kokatsa patted both on the head as she made her way into the carriage, then sat down like she'd planned this all ahead of time. Trent climbed in and sat down across from her without hesitation, leaving Sakura and Kerrin to share a glance of dread. They ushered the little ones in next and placed them beside their grandmother, then sat themselves down beside Trent. Sakura gave her mother a silent glare, telling her to back off, but she just smiled as if nothing could stop her.

The carriage ride back was long and cramped, but most of the passengers spent the time sleeping. Rini and Alef were curled up on either side of Kokatsa, each under one of her arms. Kerrin was snoring into Trent's shoulder, and Trent himself was dozing with his head against Kerrin's. Only Sakura and Kokatsa were up, caught in a silent standoff of lewd connotations. Kokatsa was dreaming up all sorts of fun things to do with Trent once she had him alone, while Sakura was keeping watch to make sure her fantasies stayed in check. They remained like that all the way to the inn, never betraying their goals to Trent or the kids.

In the days following the family's return to the inn, Kokatsa was nothing but helpful: she cleaned clothes, washed dishes, waited tables, took care of the kids, and made the best blackberry cobbler that he'd ever had. Trent was glad that she seemed to be enjoying her time at the inn, although sometimes he got the feeling that she wanted something more. Trent had no clue what she was after, but he thought he'd gladly give it to her if he knew what it was.

Between the three employees and Kokatsa, Trent once again found himself with very little to do in the afternoon. He thought for a moment before deciding to go and see his mother in law, who at the time was cleaning clothes outside. Trent went out the back door to see the older kitsune hard at work with a washboard, clad in a simple blue dress with a little pocket in the front. She looked up from her work with a bright smile, waving with one hand and continuing to scrub with the other. "Hello, Trent! Come to help your old mother in law with the laundry?"

Trent rubbed the back of his neck with one paw. "Uhh... do you need help?"

"Well, I've got most of it handled," she replied, "But there's this one damn stain that won't come out." She focused her attention back on the shirt she was working on, one of Trent's that had a yellow stain on the front. Funny, he couldn't remember it getting stained...

Kokatsa seemed to be getting more and more frustrated and rubbed the discolored shirt over the washboard harder and harder. "Come on... come... out... whoah!" Kokatsa suddenly slipped, almost diving headfirst into the bin. The soapy water splashed up like a tsunami, soaking her from the thighs to the chest and leaving her dress covered with patches of suds. "Oh dear," she muttered, "I can't go back inside looking like this."

Trent hiked his thumb back toward the inn. "Do you want me to go get a towel, or-"

"No, no, I'll just grab one of my other dresses." She turned to the clothesline behind her, and Trent was just about to go back inside for that towel when Kokatsa started slipping off her dress. He knew he should go, but something about the way she silkily slipped it off drew him in. She just seemed to do it so effortlessly, like no one was watching, or maybe like she wanted someone watching. Trent had to admit she looked pretty damn good for a mother in law, with wide hips, a shapely rear, and just a smidge of fat in just the right places that made her look even curvier. The descent part of him felt uncomfortable, but the chunk of his brain dedicated to boning refused to let him look elsewhere.

She didn't turn to face him, but it still felt like she was talking straight to him when she muttered some more. "Damn, underwear is soaked through too... guess I'll just have to change it all." Trent watched mesmerized as she smoothly removed her bra and pulled off her panties, revealing even more of her wet purple fur. She tossed the undergarments back towards the wash bin next, deftly landing them in the water. Trent thought that would be the end of it, but he was sorely mistaken. Kokatsa wanted to dig as many hooks into him as she could, and she knew just how to put the final nail in the coffin.

Trent watched as Kokatsa bent down, stepping one leg out as she grabbed her dress. She started using the dry parts of the garment as a towel to dry herself off, but all Trent could see was the slightly pouting lips of her snatch. Her sexy slit had just the right amount of wetness, making it seem like she was inviting him in. As her hand moved to dry her crotch and midsection, he could feel his cock stiffening, begging to be let out to play. Some savage voice within his mind told him to run over there and fuck her, to pound her pussy until he exploded inside her; somehow he knew she would let him do it to her, would relish their primal mating, and would gladly take his seed into her womb. She would be his mate, submissive and sensual, letting him ravage her body whenever he felt like it.

No. No, no, no no no no no, hell no. She was his fucking mother-in-law, what the hell was he thinking? Firstly, he already had two loving mates that he loved in return. Secondly, he had no clue how old she was since kitsunes could live for thousands of years and still look thirty years old. And finally, why in the hell did he think having sex out in the open was a good idea? Passersby could see them from the road, and if anyone decided to use the outhouse, they'd get one hell of a show. As his burning lust soured into chilly disgust, Trent rushed inside and grabbed a towel. He brought it back out to a thankfully dressed Kokatsa, who gratefully took it and wiped the last bits of moisture from her hair. "Thank you, Trent," she cheerily said, "I'll see about getting these clothes hung out to dry. Why don't you go check on Rini and Alef?"

"Yeah..." Trent couldn't wait to make it back inside, away from the issue of his mother-in-law. The kids were the last thing on his mind right then; he didn't know whether to keep quiet, tell Sakura, confess to Kokatsa, or maybe just crank one out in the outhouse. His boner was still pitching a tent, and that little nagging lusty urge kept on screaming for attention. Doing nothing was probably best, he thought since he didn't want to cause a panic or a scene in front of the inn's patrons. He slowly walked up to his room, where he began halfheartedly reading a book in the hopes that he'd forget all about Kokatsa's inviting nethers.

Sakura had spent the last thirty minutes tidying up vacant rooms, and in that time she had plenty of time to think about the problem of her mother. She couldn't just kick her out thanks to a web of obligation, tradition, and taboo. She couldn't just let her mother have her way with Trent either; in her teenage years she'd seen her mother chew up and spit out plenty of lovers, and she couldn't have that happening to Trent. No, what she needed was a compromise, and she'd thought of one that might work. It wasn't optimal, and it sure as hell wasn't her first choice, but it was probably a necessary evil.

She passed Trent on the way down the stairs with a little kiss, and both of them seemed to have something far more pressing in mind. Sakura made her way down to the kitchen, where she managed to catch Kokatsa coming inside. "Mother, we need to talk about Trent."

Kokatsa's brow furrowed with feigned ignorance. "Oh? Did something happen?"

"You know what I'm talking about, mother."

Kokatsa seemed to become even more confused. "Why, I have no clue whatsoever. From your tone, I'd think you were accusing me of something, but I have no earthly idea what that could be."

Sakura let out a long sigh. "I've seen you in action, you know, all those guys you seduced, screwed, then threw away while father wasn't there. I also know you've set your sights on my mate, so I've

come to offer a compromise. Once most of the customers have left, you can try whatever you want on him for three hours. After that, you leave here and never return."

Her mother's innocence slowly slid away as she dropped her facade, showing the smirking, dick-hungry sex fiend underneath. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement, my dear daughter."

Trent had been splitting his attention between playing with the kids and reading his book, trying his best to suppress his thoughts. Why the hell couldn't he stop thinking about his mother-in-law? Why the hell was the image of her bent over with her pussy exposed so engraved into his mind? Eventually, he decided he should just lie down, rest, maybe get some respite while he slept. "Hey Kerrin," he groaned, "I think I'm going to lie down for a bit."

Kerrin looked up from the book Rini was clumsily reading with concern in her eyes. "Why, are you feeling sick?"

"No, I just... I think I need some time to rest."

"Well, I'll be right here if you need me." She turned back to the picture book, picking up where Rini left off.

As he opened the door, he could hear Alef asking her mother, "Is daddy sick?" Sick in the head, maybe.

"No, he's just going to take a nap is all," replied Kerrin.

As Trent walked down the hall to the master bedroom, he continued to ruminate on what exactly came next. How long would Kokatsa be staying? Would he stop obsessing over her once she was gone? Why was he so fixated on her anyway, it wasn't like he'd never seen a vixen pose sexily before; hell, Sakura and Kerrin put on a full striptease show for him on his birthday, and he'd kept control of himself then. He twisted the handle and swung the door open, his eyes never leaving the floorboards. Why was she so... alluring? It was almost like-

SLAM!

Trent whirled to see the door closed behind him, and watched with confusion as the lock turned itself with a small click. He was about to try to get the door open again when he heard a familiar voice that dripped with seductive lust. "Over here, handsome."

Kokatsa gradually stood up from the bed, leisurely stretching her arms above her head like she wasn't trying to seduce her son-in-law. She wore all black attire, a matching set of a leather corset, fishnet leggings, and lacy manchettes, all of which left her tits and snatch exposed. She sauntered over to Trent, relishing the mixture of fear and arousal written all over his face. "Oh, what's the matter?" she purred, "Afraid to act out your perverted daydreams?" He shivered as she cornered him against the door, feeling helpless to resist her. "You know, I knew you were staring at me out back, leering at my body like a hungry dog. But do you want to know a secret?" She leaned in close, putting her muzzle next to his ear as her hand slipped under his waistband. "I love it when you stare at me."

Trent was paralyzed, unable to stop her or even think as her hand slipped down his pants. All he could mumble was "But... mates...", which caused Kokatsa to giggle.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie, nobody's going to be interrupting us," she cooed, "but I do have a surprise guest to join us." Trent watched her take a silver locket out of her cleavage, a tiny thing engraved with what looked to rent like mystical runes. When she popped it open, he saw in had little full body portraits of both her and Paiza, both of them completely nude. To his surprise, she tossed it out onto the floor, where it skidded on the floor for a few inches before coming to a stop. He thought that was all, but he flinched back when blue energy sprayed out of the locket. The firey energy swirled, gradually coalescing into a door-sized oval before the middle of the oval faded. Trent found himself looking through a portal into an office of some kind, adorned with a few awards on the walls and a desk in the middle. Something darted through the other side of the portal, and once the firey gate dissipated, he could see that that thing was Paiza.

"Wha... how'd you..."

Kokatsa giggled some more, gently playing with Trent's stiffening cock. "There's a whole lot you don't know about us, Trent. Our daughters are just the tip of the iceberg concerning magic, and we've had over fifty years to master it."

"Why don't we get the poor boy stripped down?" purred Paiza, "I've been waiting since morning to get started."

"Good idea." Trent felt something odd and looked down to see his belt buckle coming undone on its own. It was like a pair of invisible hands was trying to strip him naked, and once the buckle was off the same force yanked his pants and underwear down to the ground. His red cock sprang up stiff as a board with Kokatsa's hand firmly wrapped around it.

"Why don't you be a good boy and sit down?" she cooed, and to his surprise Trent's body obeyed. She positioned herself so that her crotch was right in front of his muzzle, running one finger over her vulva enticingly. Trent could smell her musk as she started to masturbate right in front of his nose, a feminine scent that made his mind go wild. He just wanted to bury himself between her legs, and after a few moments of shuddering hesitation, he seized her by the hips. She let out a little squeak at his sudden eagerness, which gradually melted into a moan as he lapped at her clit.

While Trent busied himself gorging on Kokatsa's pussy, Paiza took the opportunity to slip out of her dress. She was hot as hell from watching Trent and Kokatsa go at it, her snatch inflamed with arousal and a little bit slick with lube. Her fingers quickly found their way inside her vagina, and she took up a perch in at the edge of the bed to watch Trent's handiwork. As her digits pumped in and out of her, her mind conjured fantasies of him hammering into her, his throbbing cock pushing deep into her with each thrust. She followed up by rubbing her clit with her free hand, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

"Ohhhh, there's a good boy..." moaned Kokatsa, holding Trent's head to her crotch as he zealously at her out. This was so much better than Shoto's pathetic attempts at foreplay: Trent had his tongue going as deep into her pussy as he could, all while giving her clit a good rubbing. "Oh, gods... eat me out... ahh, fuck..."

Trent's muzzle was soaked with the delicious bodily fluids leaking out of her snatch, the acidic flavor invigorating him and urging him on. Kokatsa was deeply moaning to the rhythm of his tongue, and in the background, Paiza was groaning with pleasure too. His cock throbbed, yearning for a cozy place inside a female, but for now, the excitement of cunnilingus was enough to sate him.

Kokatsa arched back and howled like a banshee when she came, smothering Trent with her body. Her limbs convulsed as he continued to pleasure her, licking at her ultra-sensitive clit like a tasty candy. Her legs gave out from under her halfway through, causing Trent to pounce on her crotch and continue feasting as she wrapped her legs around his head. It was the first orgasm she'd had in months, and with all the pent-up horniness she had to let out she was writhing for a full minute. Afterward, she flopped onto the ground like a rag doll, leaving Trent in need of another partner.

His dick was throbbing, itching to burrow into something warm, almost to the point where it hurt. He was about to pull Kokatsa into an excellent position to fuck when he heard someone call his name. He looked up to see Paiza sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide, her swollen pussy glistening with fluid. "Come here, stud. You know you want it, come and take it!"

Before she could blink, Trent was on top of her. He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her into his hips, and to her surprise, his member slipped right inside her. "Oh gods," she gasped, stunned by the sudden sense of fullness in her loins. He was a bit bigger than her husband, but what made all the difference was the bestial savagery with which he took her. He groaned in pleasure as he quickly picked up the pace, feeling her tight pussy slide up and down his cock. Her g-spot was as hard as a pebble from arousal, and she was so sensitive from her unfinished fingering that his thrusts kept her from thinking straight. "Ahh, yes, yes! Fill me... don't stop!"

After a few minutes of brutal pounding, he pulled out for a quick second before grabbing her right leg. He pulled her close once again, flipping her onto her side and pulling her foot over his shoulder. Before she could object to being on her side, however, he slammed his cock back into her silky snatch, causing her to moan with ecstatic pleasure. He growled like a beast, grabbing her leg as if he owned her as he continued to brutalize her nethers. She was in heaven and loved the feeling of wild, bareback mating as the young cat dominated her. Her body was tensing up for a climax, her breathing was getting heavier, and her mind was foggy with pure bliss. All she could think was she just needed a few... more... thrusts... "Aaaaaaahhh!"

When she came, her legs tried to pull Trent in, but she couldn't stop him from pounding her. She moaned incoherently in a cum coma of overstimulation, oblivious to the fact that he too was near bursting. Only when he started slowing down did she realize he was about to bust a nut inside her, but it was too late to stop him. "No... pull out..." she weakly moaned, but Trent just growled in response. She weakly squirmed as ropes of his sticky cum shot into her pussy, part of her disgusted at the feeling of the warm, viscous fluid seeping into her. Another part of her loved that feeling, loved being the broodmare to his randy stallion. When he pulled out with a satisfying slurp, she looked down to see his seed seeping out of her vulva. "Such a mess..."

"Oh, cheer up, Paiza, we both know you love that cream filling. Now turn around, I want to try something." Paiza dazedly obeyed, turning so her head faced Trent. Both she and Trent looked at Kokatsa curiously until she started crawling on top of Paiza. "You remember back when we used to do this with Abel, right?"

Paiza smiled at the memory. "Ooooh yeah," she murmured, "I remember."

Kokatsa rubbed a few teasing circles around Paiza's clit, then looked back to Trent. "Hold your horses, tiger; I need a second to lube up." She stuck two fingers into Paiza's slimy snatch and scooped out a glob of Trent's cum, rubbing the warm goop between her fingers. Once she'd played with it a bit, she reached back and applied the stuff to her anus, making sure to spread it inside as well as out. After she'd gotten her hole nice and slippery, she beckoned to Trent with one finger, inviting him to give her a pounding of her own. She relaxed back as Trent began lining his still-hard member up with her rear, scooping some more jizz out of Paiza and licking it up. "Mmmm... always loved the taste of freshly squeezed-Hey!"

Trent froze, the tip of his cock just barely inside her. "A little higher, stud." she chided, and Trent suddenly realized what she wanted.

He might have just dived in earlier, but after giving Paiza a creampie he'd simmered down a bit. "You sure?" he asked, unsure if she was serious.

"Yeah, just take it slow." Kokatsa gritted her teeth as he slowly pushed inward, widening out her tailhole and causing a bit of pain. Once he was all the way in, her muscles started getting used to the immense girth, and the pain of stretching turned into a pleasant fullness. As Trent began to pull back out, she felt Paiza's muzzle press into her pussy, her tongue gently tracing her labia. Kokatsa leaned down and did the same, and soon she and Paiza were pleasuring one another.

Kokatsa's tailhole squeezed super tight around Trent's cock with much more friction than any pussy he'd gotten into. He pulled out a bit and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva along his shaft for better lubrication. With that and the cum, he was finally able to pick up a decent pace, allowing him to enjoy the cozy confines of her ass even more. Kokatsa felt Trent's cock deep inside her bowels, pressing deep into places that weren't meant to be explored. The way his cock left her gaping every time it slid back made her horny as hell, and with Paiza dining on her pussy she had a hard time keeping her end of the bargain. Eventually, she gave up on the intricacies of cunnilingus and just stuck a few fingers into her friend, feeling the warm cum that had gotten lodged deep inside her nethers. Kokatsa moaned with pleasure as she gradually fit more and more of her hand into Paiza, and her friend echoed her sentiment into Kokatsa's snatch.

Paiza gasped as Kokatsa slid her whole hand inside her, using it as a massive dildo that gave her a frantic sense of fullness. Kokatsa had a hard time focusing on her fisting with Trent's cock in her ass, each thrust making her moan and squeeze down on his thick cock. Trent was having a hell of a time with Kokatsa, as each thrust into the strange texture of her hole felt heavenly. The three of them were all getting close to orgasm, and each could sense the others' proximity. "Oh, gods, I'm..."

"I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Cumming!" Trent's hot seed shot up into Kokatsa's bowels, right as her fist went deep into her friend. Both of the kitsunes felt filled to the brim, and Kokatsa thought she could feel ropes of Trent's cum spewing into her gut. Paiza clenched down like a vice on the intruding organ, letting out the brunt of her orgasm through spasms and squeezing. All three of them let out a chorus of moans, yowls, and groans, a symphony of erotic satisfaction that you could hear anywhere in the inn.

After a minute of writhing around together, Trent pulled out of Kokatsa and watched her gaping hole drip cum. Paiza felt a beautiful pop as Kokatsa's hand slipped out of her, leaving her vaginal fluids to pour out onto the sheets. Trent climbed up into the bed and tried to cuddle close to his two mothers-in-law, but they both slipped out of his reach and started to get cleaned. He watched Paiza pull on her dress and go back through the portal in a satisfied daze, and when Kokatsa got dressed and headed out the door, he weakly waved goodbye. She replied with a blown kiss and a wink, leaving Trent tired and happy on the big round bed.

Sakura had heard all the sounds of her mother going at it with her mate and tried her best to ignore them as she busied herself with cleaning. When the noises finally stopped, and she saw Kokatsa coming down the staircase with a bag in hand, she breathed a sigh of relief and went to say farewell. "I'd say I was happy to see you," she said moodily, "but I've just been cuckolded by my own mother."

Kokatsa let out a light-hearted laugh. "Oh, you don't know how good you have it. If I had a mate who was that good in the bedroom, I'd be in there with him from dusk till dawn." She walked past her daughter and through the door, seeming to vanish into thin air just as the front door swung shut. Sakura sighed, then made her way up the stairs to comfort her mate. She didn't want him thinking he'd have to keep a secret, and she wanted to see how attached he seemed to her mother.

"Sakura!" he exclaimed as she stepped through the door, "I... ah... well I-"

"Look, I know you had sex with my mom, I specifically told her she'd get one night with you before leaving." Trent's expression went from guilty to stunned, his jaw hanging open like a broken door. "In case you haven't noticed, she's had you in her sights since you first met her. All I did was make a deal to keep entanglement to a minimum."

Trent rubbed his jaw, trying to wrap his head around what must've happened. "So you... loaned me? To your mother? On purpose?"

Sakura sighed walking over and sliding next to him on the bed. "Pretty much. But look on the bright side, at least you had a good time." She cracked a big smile, which quickly faltered when Trent looked even glummer. "What, did I mistake pleasure-sex noises for held down and raped noises?"

"No, no, it's just... looking back, it felt kind of... coerced..."

Sakura's expression immediately hardened. "What do you mean, coerced like she charmed you?"

Trent met Sakura's eyes and found them burning with cold anger. "Well, I don't know... I just didn't feel like myself is all."

Suddenly, Sakura slammed her balled fist into her palm. "That bitch! I fucking told her, I should have warned her, or warned you, or... gah! I can't believe she'd pull something like that; she knows what I've been through, knows what that means to me. Gods damn it!"

"Honey, what's wrong? Did something-"

"No, I... I don't want to talk about it. She just... betrayed my trust. Let's leave it at that." Sakura pulled back the cum stained top sheets and flopped down onto the bed, curling up into a ball.

Trent didn't want to agitate her any more than he thought he already had, so he just lay down beside her and cuddled up close. "Well, I'm here if you need someone to talk to," he carefully muttered.

"Thank you, Trent. I know you'd never wrong me." The two of them gradually fell asleep, and after the sun had fully set Kerrin joined them in slumber. Trent's dreams were clouded and dark, overshadowed by the looming guilt he thought he'd all but buried.