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There was something to be said about swallowing one's pride before moving back home after college, and the importance of recognizing what a struggle it would be to adjust to living under someone else's rules again, after the freedom of a public university.

Joss wasn't sure if he was ready to give up all of his freedoms, but he was delighted to consider that arrangement when his mother made him such a generous offer: as long as he was willing to help keep up with some of the harder chores around the house and pay for his own basics, she'd allow him to stay there rent free...at least, for the first summer after his graduation.

"So you're really affording the place all by yourself, just by bagging groceries on the side?" he asked, sitting at the dinner table with his mother after coming home with a fresh bundle of job applications of his own. "I know those jobs are finally starting to pay more, but...you can really afford mortgage on that?"

"Pretty easily," she confirmed. "And I've even got a little extra fun money to throw around for myself, when the work week is over. "

Renee took pride in the fact that she was an independent woman, and she didn't think that independence had a gender in the first place: she wanted her son to glean that fact, but she didn't think that his paying a portion of the rent was necessary for him to learn that lesson from her.

Forcing him to pay for his own meals, cook his own food (at least most of the time) and take care of all of his own personal chores, however, seemed the perfect methods to show him that he couldn't just settle back into the comforts of home, even if he could stay there until he had a career path figured out.

"I'd go pick up an application, but I feel like it'd be kinda weird to be working the same place as my mom," he replied. "Like...that is weird, right?"

"Only as weird as you make it," she teased. The caribou was adept at keeping up with her son's dry sense of humor, and most of the time, she bested him at his own game. "But I'm not in the business of messing up a good thing, either, so if it's not gonna work for you, I'm not gonna ask you to work for me."

"You'd be my boss?"

"Depends on how much longer we both worked there, but sooner or later..."

"Hard pass," Joss replied, snickering. "Not that I've got a problem with you being able to boss me around when we're here, but...outside the house?"

"Trust me, I get it...the last thing I want is everyone accusing me of going easy on my kid because he's my kid," Renee agreed. "But there's plenty of great places to work around here, otherwise...and with a fresh bachelor's degree, you'll look pretty employable for some of the entry level stuff."

Like so many other recent graduates, Joss was going to have to work his way through another slice of humble pie; he'd been hoping for a better job than the ground floor, but he wasn't the first young man to learn that lesson, and he'd be far from the last.

"Hopefully they're the kind of jobs that'll support someone to live on their own," Joss suggested, but seeing his mother's concerned reaction, he tried to force a smile. "I'm sure it'll be great to live back home again, but the last thing I wanna do is burden you, Mom."

Renee let out a genuine sigh of relief, at that. "I was starting to worry that I was already being overbearing," she confessed. "Which, don't be afraid to tell me if I am, but I assure you that you're no burden to me, sweetie. It'll be nice to have some company around the house again, even if it's just once in a while."

She was expecting her son to find a job quickly, and she wasn't sure if their shifts would sync up or not, but she knew that a young man could stay busy any number of ways...

"Oh, speaking of company, my manager is coming by tonight to discuss a couple of plans for the upcoming month...boring business stuff, I promise, but I just wanted to give you a heads up about that."

"He's...coming here? Not just meeting you at work?"

"We're very good friends outside of work," Renee explained. "We have far more productive meetings when we're not on company grounds...and we don't have to worry about hurting anyone's feelings, either."

That explanation was blunt and simple enough to satisfy Joss' curiosity...for the moment, at least.

**

Joss wasn't so foolish to believe that his own mother had never had sex; he existed, after all.

Like most young men, however, he wasn't particularly interested in thinking about the fact that his parents had to make love at least once to bring him into reality. He was perfectly fine , in fact, pretending that such a thing never happened, and that she didn't have the healthy sex life that a woman her age would be glad to have.

Pretending wasn't so easy when she was actively moaning aloud, but it wasn't just the fact that she was crying out with bliss in of itself that was so disturbing.

"Fuck the rest of those assholes...f-fuck that job...if you just keep coming over and p-pounding me like this...oh...f-fuck, I'd quit in a heartbeat if that's what it took to keep you coming over!"

Walls that didn't have a prayer in the world of stopping the sound created an odd reverberation, and the headboard of the bed was slamming against said walls to boot, leaving Joss with no chance to deny what he was hearing.

Typical of a recently graduated college student, Joss was used to being up late hours to begin with, and he hoped that his mother would have recalled such a thing; it would have been an even courtesy, when Joss went to the trouble of busying himself and staying out of the way while Renee paraded the manager around the house, as if it was his first time there.

Based on their panting, whimpering conversation, it was certainly not his first time paying her a visit at home, and the bulk of their interactions weren't work related at all...except in complaining about how much they hated their jobs, and how much they loved working with each other.

"She has to know I'm awake," he whispered, barely able to hear himself over the sound of wood banging on drywall at the end of the hallway. "She doesn't really think I fell asleep that early, does she?"

He didn't want to finish the words, but the thoughts were already creeping into the back of his mind.

Is she doing this to me on purpose?!

Joss would have preferred to think that she had no idea, but he couldn't bring himself to believe that.

He'd been caught in the act several times when he was in high school, thanks to the paper thinness of the walls between the bedrooms and the particleboard that stood in for the presence of wooden doors.

Not like she would have just forgotten all of that, would she? He thought.

It wasn't meant to be an insult to her son; that he was one of the furthest things from her own thought was just a side effect of the act, and an eager, grinning caribou was struggling to see anything beyond the driving, pounding hips of Resin's body.

"You must have had a t-terrible day...s-such a rough day...the way you're going at me," Renee teased the younger man, knowing how the right words could bring even greater intensity out of the feline. "Especially when I've got such a high price tag...b-but I bet you think it's worth every penny right now, d-don't you?"

She didn't just say that. I didn't just hear that.

Down the hall, Joss pulled the sides of his pillow up and around his ears, trying to muffle the conversation as much as he could, but there was no denying what had been said.

He could try to pretend that they were just playing a role with each other...that his mom's lover had a kink for pretending to pay for sexual favors.

"Thinking about paying f-for the next hour," Resin confirmed, the eager, grinning tabby leaning further over the edge of the bed and laying a thick, powerful smack across the side of her ass. "Long as I can keep coming back here and fucking your brains out after work...makes all that overtime so fuckin' worth it..."

It was a sweeter sentiment than Renee was used to: her lips were curling into a flattered grin as she looked back over her shoulder, trying to capture the more sinister gaze of the thrusting feline.

"All that extra work...j-just so you can throw another fifty bucks at lil' ol' me?"

"Just so I can smack your slutty little ass," Resin corrected her, his palm landing against the full, supple flesh of her ass once more with a powerful SLAP. "So I can fuck you r-raw...and let you wonder if I'm gonna pump another load inside, or leave it all over your back..."

"You just wanna watch me struggle to clean it off...n-naughty little fucker..."

Renee was a talented woman in the bedroom, and her skills extended to more than a heavenly trill: as she spoke, her inner muscles clenched up, the tight, soaking walls of her womanhood gripping a feline member and milking at it to try and bring Resin to a quicker climax.

He should have known that she'd try to work him up to his peak sooner than later; being her manager, he was well aware that she had to work the next day, but Resin had his own cruel streak to work out of his system...and the idea of her coming into work on a poor night of sleep was just another draw of fucking her haunches into the wee hours of the morning.

Much to Joss' chagrin, it wasn't quite midnight, and he'd missed the earlier parts of their conversation, leaving him no clue to how long they'd be going at it.

Guess I have to give the guy props. He's already been railing her for the better part of half an hour, the younger caribou thought, before his tongue escaped his maw in an exaggerated curl. Dude, that's your fucking mom you're thinking about. Don't be gross.

He might have thought it an unusual thought...even revolting , at first, but he had no idea that the man pumping into his mom was much closer to his age than hers.

"Call me naughty all you want, but you're the one letting your manager pound you out for money," Resin pointed out, driving a final nail into the coffin of Joss' doubt. "You're the one g-grabbing him like you want him to cum...to p-paint your insides white..."

"Sounds to me like y-you might be projecting," she turned it back on him, but her hips were telling a different story, pushing back against the orange feline with a greater intensity in her full, motherly hips. "Like that's just what you're about to do..."

Resin didn't want to finish too soon, knowing that a refractory period might cost him another hour's worth of time, but clenching up the muscles in his stomach and gripping Renee's soft, tender ass in an eager grope wasn't enough for him to handle the skillful, mirrored clutches of her vaginal passage.

His length was throbbing inside of the older caribou with a familiar weight and pulse, and gritted fangs and a lower, fuller groan were on their way, just seconds before Renee would feel that warm, soaking mess pouring into the deepest reaches of her sex.

"Guess y-you got me there," Resin finally confessed. His claws raked over the backside of the caribou until his paws were at her hips again: the full, heavy clap of his hips bouncing her rump and the softer pap of his sack bumping into her inner thighs easily reached down to the end of the hall, where an already frustrated Joss could see another source of frustration popping up against the thin layer of his covers.

...No fucking way. I'm not touching that.

It was bad enough that Joss felt like he needed to admit that his mother had a certain kind of natural eroticism to her.

It was worse still that his body refused to listen to his silent requests, and between his legs, a full, cervine cock was poking up and tenting the bedspread, standing as a defiant reminder of his natural urges.

"Damn...h-how long has it been since your last time, Resin?" Renee asked, her voice starting out with a confident undertone, but as the feline kept thrusting, churning his cum inside of her passage and pushing it deeper still with each pass, she could feel herself going over the edge with him, until her cries were bouncing off the wall with as much force as the headboard. "Yeah baby...k-keep going, Resin...keep filling me, baby; you're gonna m-make me cum!"

The feline didn't need the extra motivation to grab her hips tighter and pound into her body that much harder , but each collision of their flesh created another delicate pap , filling the house with the sounds of sex, as much as the delicate, albeit subtle aroma that was starting to spread in that bedroom.

"Do it, y-you fuckin' slut...soak that cock...cum all over my f-fuckin' cock, Renee!"

Resin's demands were met with such ease that the money he paid for the treatment was a non-factor: Renee enjoyed getting paid to get off, but even if he'd never spent a dime on her services, she would have been gushing all over his length...

...She was shameless in her enjoyment of a younger, stronger man plowing into her capable womanhood, and a low, eager rumble escaped her as his length slipped free, spraying the last of his load beyond the reach of her rump.

The small of her back was soaked with that excess, and in the aftermath, Resin was slumped over her trembling, satisfied body...but he hadn't paid the extra fee to hang around for a cleanup and cuddle, afterwards.

"Dunno where you g-get the energy to be on your feet for ten hours and still have the gusto to fuck me like that," Renee praised his efforts as she turned her head into the covers, still panting quietly behind every word. "But I'm r-really glad you're such a dedicated customer, Resin...same time next week?"

He's really just gonna leave after all that? Joss wondered. Like...just gonna plow my mom and fly like that? What the fuck kinda guy does that?

Looking down at his covered member again and feeling a dab of precum leak from the tip, he realized that he wasn't in any position to make judgments of another man, but some part of the younger caribou had to wonder if he was just responding to the act of sex being in the house around him...or if there was something more at play that he needed to figure out.

He didn't want to give it more of a ponder than that, and his fingertips were trembling before they reached the tip of his length, fearful that a touch might confirm the moist suspicion that he already had...but he was practiced at pretending to be asleep when a door swung open, and old habits died hard.

His eyes were closed and his arm fallen to his side before his mother opened the bedroom door to check on him; even that might have been considered weird, given that he was a grown man home from college, but it was hard to blame a mother for missing the old routine of kissing her baby boy on the forehead and wishing him a peaceful sleep.

Moving through the dark without a clue that he was secretly wide awake, Renee stepped around the edge of the bed, still leaking Resin' cum down her thighs...and smeared some of the same over his cheek, having sampled a little bit for her lips, as well.

"Sleep well, Joss...you've got a big day of job hunting tomorrow."

She was so oblivious that it was unfair : both to her that she didn't realize what her son had already heard, and to him...that he knew what the warm, heated mess on his cheek was made of.

Not reacting to her touch might have been his greatest accomplishment, but it wasn't just the fact that she'd stained his cheek with another man's cum that proved a problem...not when climbing halfway into the bed to kiss him brought her warm, soft thigh up to the pulsing tip of his erection.

"Oh...o-oh! He must be having quite a sweet dream," she whispered. Her giggle, cute as could be, was of no comfort to Joss. "Lucky girl doesn't know what she's in for..."

Though it might have been a compliment, Joss couldn't take it as that, even when Renee stood back up from the bed and stumbled out of the room, still a little bowlegged...still leaking Resin's mess down her backside.

**

Joss didn't think he'd ever slept so poorly in the bed he grew up in, but he'd learned plenty of tricks in his time at the university: no one was going to be any wiser to the fact that he was exhausted at his interviews, the following day.

A little bit of colored foundation covered up the bags on his eyelids nicely, blending and hiding them in with the rest of his fur, and eyedrops removed the redness from his sclera, allowing people to focus on the brilliance in his hazel stare.

Black slacks, a slate blue shirt and a simple, striped tie made for a professional enough look to win him a few second interviews that day, and a reinvigorated caribou couldn't wait to get home and tell his mother the good news, having already dashed the events of the previous evening from his mind.

Having forgotten them so soon would have seemed like a blessing, at first...but that short term memory left him blindsided again when he came in the front door of the house and saw his own mother's naked body, legs spread in the middle of the couch and head rolled back just enough that she wouldn't have seen the door opening...

"Deeper, big guy...f-fuck me deeper! You've earned it!"

...Nor would she hear Joss tip-toeing away from the door as quietly as he could on thick, chitinous hooves...but the driving bodice of a tall, powerful man above her was the only thing she could focus on, right then.

Joss tried to ignore the literal spread of 10's and 20's that he saw littering the floor and the cushions of the couch; further, he pretended not to see the mess of a previous cumshot on those bills, forcing them to stick together in a show of pure, unbridled debauchery.

"Not many prostitutes beg for it like you do," Jesse replied, the stallion pumping down further and further with each pass, until his equine length was almost fully buried inside of her at the deepest point of the act. "And none of 'em move like you do, Renee..."

"Is that why you keep coming all the way out from the country to see me?" she teased, wrapping her fingertips around her own ankles and pulling herself a little wider, wanting to demonstrate that her flexibility wasn't limited to the capable passage of her sex. "Not like you don't have enough plowing to do...out...t-there...ooohfuck..."

Jesse wasn't a household name in the neighborhood, but he'd met Renee at the grocery store while dropping off a load of produce for the local market section, and after just a few minutes of polite conversation, she was looking for a place to take an early break so she could work out a better deal for the store.

She negotiated one hell of a price, but her own side business was the matter at hand, and she was working herself up to her first climax, already dripping the slick, creamy mess of Jesse's first release.

What the fuck, Mom? How many guys are paying you for this kind of thing?

It was adding up, little by little: Joss wanted to pretend that his mother was just the employee of the month every month...that it was good customer service that gave her enough money to pay for such a nice house on her own dime, not to mention one in such an upscale neighborhood.

The latter part of his theory was true, at least...Renee's customer service was legendary, but that had nothing to do with the grocery store, save for the occasional lie about having met someone's husband or boyfriend before.

"Gotta save a little time and energy for my favorite crops," Jesse played along with Renee's dirty talk, managing one hell of a pace to go along with his less-than-casual conversation. "Especially when they're s-so fuckin' ripe to be picked..."

Joss missed how soaking wet Renee was when she came home for her lunch hour; he'd been out doing interviews while Jesse was plumbing his tongue into her folds and drinking up the juices of her womanhood.

Now that he was home, watching a massive beast of a horse pummel his own mother into the cushions of the couch, he wasn't sure what was harder to believe: that his mother really was a functioning hooker, or that his hand was reaching into his own dress pants to grip the shaft of his hardening cock.

"You can p-pick me anytime," Renee whispered, her already hurried breathing getting that much faster, until she was panting quick, steamy breaths at the looming equine. "Oh, f-fuck...I love it when you pick me...y-you could have any girl you want, you handsome beast...b-but you keep paying to come back to me...fuck... f-fuck me harder, Jesse!"

Most prostitutes didn't make demands of their customers, but Renee had plenty of her usual suspects wrapped around her finger: Jesse was a strong, dominant personality and an even stronger body, but he just couldn't say no to a desperate woman, no matter how he tried.

The couch was _supposed_to be a few inches away from the wall, but the corner of the section was already banging into the corner of the living room, giving Jesse all the support in the world to hike a leg up and pump that much harder against Renee's eager cunt. It was only a matter of seconds in that deeper pose before the bulk of the juices being pushed out were the warm, silky juices of her own climax, but fluttering, gripping muscles within her were determined to milk another release from one of her favorite customers...

...And Joss, ashamed of himself as he'd ever been, was already unzipping his pants and giving his cock room to breathe as he stroked it, working his precum back down into his shaft and careening toward his own orgasm faster than he could ever recall.

I've barely touched myself, and I'm already about to cum...what the fuck's wrong with me? I'm not...not really into this, am I?

He started panting and knew he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer: he rushed away from the scene as his mother cried her praises of Jesse's massive cock and flooding, pouring cum...but his volume was even greater than Joss could have anticipated.

Rushing up to the bathroom and closing the door as gently as he could, Joss finished himself off with his bath towel as the only obvious choice of where to hide his evidence...

...But as he opened it to pump his load into it, he saw the dripping remnants of Jesse's first release, still milky white and leaving a puddle on the bathroom floor.

"...Fuck...f-fuck it..."

Wincing his eyes and thrusting forth, Joss moaned out a quiet, smaller orgasm, rubbing another man's seed into his own shaft and pouring his cum into the mingled juices on the towel...with the sound of his mother's whimpering praises ringing in his ears as loud as the audio of his favorite adult film.

"Do it, Jesse...f-flood that fucking pussy...fill me up all you want, baby! Yes!"

Joss wasn't sure what his mind's eye would see when his eyelids closed...but as his cock throbbed in the fibers of the towel and sprayed off another impressive load, he couldn't fight the urge to try and get a closer look...

...Renee, no doubt, would have some other clients on her schedule that afternoon.