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Joss didn't know how he was ever going to get those images out of his head, when he was working in the same store as his mother.

After peering through the window into the backyard and seeing what she was really up to when she invited so many people to her house after a shift, he couldn't deny that his mother's behavior wasn't just a coincidence, but in fact, was a pattern...and to that point, she was blissfully unaware that Joss was able to see the entire gangbang unfold.

Further still, she had no idea that Joss was pleasuring himself to the sight, wishing that he could have taken the place of any of the men that pumped multiple loads into her body, that night.

"Such a quiet day around here," Renee greeted her son in the produce department, looking utterly bored with the work day. "I think I might clock out a little early and run home to take care of some things."

"You've run home early almost every day this week, Mom. Is something up?"

Joss wasn't usually so forward with his questions, but when the mental fantasy of Renee being bent over the cucumber display by a host of customers was flooding his mind, he found it difficult to say _anything_without tension in his voice.

"Nothing that I can think of," she claimed. "But I'd much rather get the little chores done around the house while things are slow, so I can enjoy my weekend proper! Supposed to be gorgeous weather on Saturday, and Sunday is gonna be perfect for lounging around in the backyard."

The younger caribou swallowed back his words in a thick, distasteful lump. "Yeah...r-right. Lounging," he stammered his way through the memory of Renee's body being drenched in seed as men went at her a second, and even a third time throughout the night. "Sounds wonderful, honestly."

"Even though you basically never hang out in the backyard?"

Joss tried not to stammer again, but answering her without looking away was proving a difficult task. "I...w-well...I have my reasons."

Renee cocked a brow. "Uh huh...well, I'm gonna head out either way. I'll see you at home, sweetie!"

The peck to his cheek should have been innocent enough, but Joss could only think of the streams of slick, milky white that he'd seen bubbling over her lips and spilling down her chin as her face pressed into the side of his own.

"Y-yup. See you at home, Mom."

It was going to be a long shift and a longer week, but the promise of the concert that weekend would make it all worthwhile, if Joss could survive the next couple days.

**

There were plenty of things bothering Joss that night, but he wasn't trying to layer out his moral conflicts.

The fact that he wasn't able to pick up the needed overtime shifts to pay for the expensive concert tickets meant that he'd have to settle for nosebleed seats to begin with, but if that wasn't bad enough, the fact that he wouldn't have enough funds until his next paycheck continued to eat at him, until he accepted that he only had one course of action.

He couldn't bring himself to beg his mother for money, but knowing how well she was doing, he was trying to convince himself that it was okay to lift the extra cash from Renee's purse.

"Just do it, dude. It'll be fine if you only need some twenties! She's probably got a whole roll of them or something...she won't notice if she's just missing a couple!"

The encouragement from the phone call was the devil on Joss' shoulder, but even before that voice tried to lead him down a darker path, Joss was tempted to take the entire purse and make a run for it.

Instead, he was thinking that pulling some of her cash, depending on how much she had, would be the safer bet. "Just so we can buy drinks at the concert. If I don't do this, I'll be totally strapped until next Friday..."

"Exactly, so do it!"

"Okay, okay! I'm gonna!" Joss claimed, and only when the added motivation of the front door opening came along, did he finally start rifling through the purse for the ill-gotten funds. "Shit; my mom just walked through the door! I'm gonna have to call you back!"

Fumbling through the pockets as quickly as nervous fingers could, Joss searched through all of the pockets, but found only evidence of what his mother had been up to over the past weeks: condoms were quick to spill over, and hundreds of single dollar bills stuffed the rest of the bag--that would make it easier to sneak some--but larger bills were harder to find, and many of them still had the faint scent of her perfume on them, hinting at what she'd done to earn them.

"Wh...what the fuck, Mom?" Joss rolled his eyes, at first, but hearing Renee head up the steps...and then several other sets of shoes being kicked off at the door...he didn't want to risk rushing out of the room with a half-open purse, spilling bills everywhere.

He chickened out, putting her purse back on her desk, but time wasn't on his side: he didn't have the chance to make sure the bag was exactly the way she'd left it. He could only toss it there and dive into her closet, behind the bi-fold doors, his face hidden by the cover of her luggage and the longer dangle of a few of her favorite dresses.

If she went for any of them for any reason, he was toast, but until such time, he could only try to contain his breathing and sit back in the deepest corner of the closet, wondering why so many people would have been at the house when Renee claimed she had no plans for the weekend.

She's doing it again, isn't she? He thought. Does she think I'm some kind of an idiot? That I really don't know what she's been doing for the last couple months?

Renee didn't feel any better about lying to her son than he did about seeing what she was lying about in the first place, but they were both keeping secrets from each other. It was hard to say who was worse off for it, or who was committing the greater betrayal of trust, but Renee felt more comfortable in her actions knowing that she was the one putting her son up in the first place.

She was still allowed to have her own life, and at that, her own sex life. What she did in the privacy of her own home was her own business, but she hadn't stopped to consider how careless she was about her son's whereabouts when a night of debauchery would unfold.

Even then, she wasn't thinking at all about the possibility that he could still be home, when she stepped to the edge of her bed. From his crouching posture, Joss could just see the cut of his mother's skirt, but it was high enough to show the others in the room plenty more than the middle of her thigh.

A large, eager paw came around the back of her thigh and hiked that skirt--no panties were waiting to be uncovered--and Joss knew, then and there, that he needed to look away from his mother's womanhood, before temptation came around to grab him again.

He'd already lost the battle, staring down her exposed mound with laser focus, but he was one step closer to losing the war as his palm drifted toward the waistline of his jeans.

"You boys sure you don't mind watching and waiting for a minute? I could try to take all three of you at once, but...he did pay for a solo round with me."

"Time is of the essence, isn't it? You said you had about a dozen of us to get through, Renee."

"And I've got nothing to do tomorrow morning, sweetie. If you're okay with waiting, I'd love to take my time and see just how long it takes me to hop twelve different cocks..."

"Gonna take any repeats?"

"Sure am," Renee confirmed. "And they'll be half off."

"...You gotta let me in a minute early then, dude. C'mon."

It was doing wonders for Renee's ego: that so many men wanted a round with her at once, so much so that they'd be willing to not only share the room, but share the bed with each other for a guaranteed go at her body...it was a greater boost for her confidence than she would ever need.

"If you boys really think I can handle all three of you at once, I'd be happy to try it," Renee offered. The older caribou leaned herself back into the bed as two more paws came into the equation: a coyote, a tomcat and an otter were along for the ride, cupping her breasts from each side and offering a pair of fingertips to her exposed petals. "But you've already paid your fees up front, so...why are you all keeping me waiting?"

Renee wasn't the kind to be so demanding, typically: she was a welcoming and motherly prostitute, happy to let the boys have their way with her at their pace, but...after building herself up with anticipation of the event for the entire week, it was hard for her to stick to that same playbook.

"Jeez, guys...shape it up, would you?"

The coyote went first, moving between Renee's legs and taking the spot that he'd paid for. He didn't bother shrugging his way out of his jeans, knowing that time was going to be of the essence, but something about keeping his clothes on heightened the excitement for Renee...

...And in turn, for her son, as he watched the coyote with a budding sense of jealousy.

I know she's done it with hundreds of guys, and that's just since I moved back home, he realized. But every time I see one of them line up with her cunt and grab her thighs like it's no big deal, I can't help feeling envious all over again!

Joss wanted to pretend that he could just sit and watch, but with four other bodies in the room, he didn't have to worry about being overheard, as long as it was only the movement of his hand in his pants.

He could keep his breathing under control, and keep the mess contained to his own shirt, but there was a certain shame in knowing that he was only a few feet from being the middle of the action, turning his mother into his own center of attention, only to have the tomcat kneel at the top of the bed.

Fishing his cock out, revealing that the outline in his shorts was underselling his size, if anything, he flopped down a mostly hardened shaft against Renee's cheek, but the spittle of precum that leaked into her fur wasn't the insult that Joss considered it to be.

"You really are eager to lay with me, aren't you?" she teased. "I hope you don't mind sitting in the waiting room while your friend has his way with me..."

Opening her mouth and turning her head one way, she eased that feline tip, barbs and all, across the flat of her tongue and into her open muzzle.

She made it look so effortless and easy that the otter would have forgotten that he was in the room at all, if she wasn't reaching across her body with body paws, grabbing the base of his own exposed cock without looking; she found it by feel, and once she had that warm, throbbing mass in her grasp, she absolutely refused to let go.

Stroking eagerly at the flesh and working a fresh spurt of precum over the tip, she appreciated the unique, tapered tip of the coyote as he rocked forth at the hip, the long and powerful throb of the otter that so easily filled her paws, and the delicate brush of barbs against the flat of her tongue as she bobbed her head against the tomcat, working all three men as if _she_was the one that had paid for the service in the first place.

If she could have voiced her sincere and undeterred appreciation, she would have made a similar statement, but Renee was the kind of woman who enjoyed her line of work so much that she found it humorous, on some level, that she could ever be paid to do what she was doing and call it a hard day's work.

"All three of us like it was just a walk in the park," the coyote teased. "To think that I was a little worried about her biting off more than she could chew!"

"Did you see some of those other guys that were lined up around the backyard? No offense, but I'm glad I ended up in here with you guys," the feline chimed in. "Definitely some heavyweights coming in after us."

The otter snickered, as he pumped his hips at Renee's working paws, letting his own precum act as the lube for a slow, swirling handjob, "You think she's treating us at the warmup, then?"

That's all you guys could ever be, to her, Joss thought. I'd give her a better time than any of you could ever hope to, even if it was three on one!

He knew it was a twisted thought.

He just didn't care anymore, as he reached down into his slacks and captured his shaft, feeling not just a bead, but a slow flood of precum against the side of his wrist.

I wonder what she would say if she knew that I was here, watching her do this...watching her earn a fortune in a single night.

To that end, Joss had given up hope: he didn't think that Renee was ever going to stumble on him, as much as she became swept up in the moment, and he didn't think that he, personally, would ever have the guts to confess what he'd been doing, or to even take a place in the very line that was going down the hallway and into the living room.

He wondered, for a moment, if he could have pulled it off; somehow, the idea of jacking off in her closet while she eagerly fucked three men at a time wasn't depraved enough for the younger caribou.

"No doubt about it, but if she wants to think of us as the warmup, I'm fine making her r-regret that every step of the way," the coyote added. "Show her to overlook me like that..."

Renee would have told him that he could go harder if he really wanted to, but for all the depravity she indulged in, she still had her manners: she wouldn't speak with her mouth full, finding it a much greater pleasure to keep the feline attended to.

Working a greater volume of precum from his tip as she snaked her way down to the base, Renee made it look like child's play to reach the very bottom of that shaft--suckling gently on the hanging flesh of his sack was just showing off--but once she was down there, she felt paws grabbing the back of her skull, forcing her to stay in place, throat relaxed and eyes closed.

With three men thrusting at her all at once, the bed wasn't sure what direction to shift in, but the creaking of the floors and the whud of the headboard could be heard throughout the house, filling the room with an intimate echo and giving the other suitors a better idea of what they'd signed up for.

No one was worried about going easy on Renee, anymore, when the coyote pounded into her with a balls-deep thrust and embraced in his inner canine, thrusting as hard and fast as the curve of his posture would allow. "There...t-take that fucking cock, you little slut...letting me go first just because y-you think I was gonna go easy on you?"

The feline and the otter didn't have a prayer of keeping up with that pace, but by the time the night was through, Renee wasn't sure that she would have been able to remember the first boys that had come along.

She was saving some of the best for last, but she didn't think for even an instant that her own flesh and blood might be among their ranks.

**

"Mm... mloom...c-come again sometime, okay?"

Renee was sending the eleventh suitor on his way, swallowing back such a thick and mingled load of cum that she couldn't begin to remember how many different species were swirling together in her stomach, right then.

It was at least half a dozen, but some of the customers happily paid a little extra for the right to go pussy to mouth--not that big of a deal--and others, still, began their climax in her asshole, only to pull free and force her to taste herself in a most intimate way, before pumping the rest of their load right down her throat.

She was absolutely coated with seed, practically glued to the bed, her stomach full, pussy dripping, chest heaving, asshole stretched...

...and yet, one more man came through the door and pulled it closed behind him with a wall-shaking SLAM.

"Oh, Frost! Looks like you made it after all!" The exhausted caribou perked right up as she sat up in the bed. "I was starting to think you wouldn't be able to show..."

"And miss the chance to prove that you saved the best for last? Hardly..."

A tall, handsome husky was standing at the edge of the bed, wearing a tank top and a jockstrap. He'd lost his shorts somewhere in line and never bothered to get them back, and the jock itself was starting to come down his thighs, as he admired how eagerly Renee put herself on display once more.

"I'm glad that I'm still worthy of sliding into your busy schedule," she teased. "And that I was worth waiting all that time in line, for."

"I paid good money for the chance to go last," Frost reminded her. Climbing up into the bed, the husky was putting everything on display: against the softer white of his underbelly, the warm, thick pink of a canine member stood out brilliantly, giving a great contrast with the gray of his overcoat, and a stark one to the accents of cyan that peppered his shoulders, thighs and tail. "I wanted to make sure that if you forgot the rest of the night, that you definitely remembered me."

"You're gonna make me blush, Frost..."

"Like I'd be able to see it through all that cum on your cheeks."

"Fair point. Ready to add your own to the mix?"

Grabbing Renee by her antlers and holding her face steady, the husky climbed right over the painted mess of her breasts and straddled her neck, forcing her head to bury deeper into the collection of pillows behind her.

She'd need that support, when Frost pumped his member past the resistance of her lips and forced the first half of a thick, impressive cock into the back of her mouth.

Just taking her like that, without even giving her an answer...have some respect! Joss thought, careless of how disrespectful_it was for him to keep stroking his own cock in the corner. _My mom deserves better than that, dude!

Joss still thought he was the better man that Renee should have had, but she was over the moon with Frost from the moment he entered the room.

She'd moaned almost a dozen other names that night, as those men gave her their best...and a wealth of her own orgasms were had along the way, but the greatest pleasure of all was sharing that bed alone with a man that wasn't afraid to grab her, mold her, and control her...and make her believe that she was just his personal cocksleeve, with the strength of his grip.

Moments like that, she was less a prostitute, and more a young, wild and free woman, living out a fantasy that she didn't know the ending to. She loved that uncertainty, but on the other side of the same coin, she was delighted the repeated pump of Frost's hips against her trapped face was a guarantee.

"Making one hell of a mess already, Renee. Weren't expecting me to go from zero to sixty like that, were you?"

They were familiar enough that Frost could have been considered a regular customer, but this round was proving far from their ordinary: Renee was never in such a state of distress when Frost came upon her before, but seeing her utterly soaked by the juices of other men, the covers matching her fur, the entire room reeking of sex...something about it was that much more of a turn-on for Frost.

Renee could feel the same in every pump of his hips: the husky started off quick enough, but he was picking up the pace with every pass of his hips, forcing the firm, marbled flesh of his cock in and out of her maw with all the same intensity that he would have shared with her soaking womanhood.

Pounding her throat that much harder and forcing her spittle to spill over and soak his balls, Frost was checking off all the boxes for himself, and in turn, for Renee...but it was the envious Joss that was enjoying himself perhaps the most, even when he knew he shouldn't have been.

I could do that for her, he thought. If she just gave me the chance, if she only knew how I felt, I...could be the one giving her a sore throat and bouncing my sack on her face...

He was past the point of caring about how twisted his thoughts were. Even then, he was on the verge of a climax, racing Frost to the finish and pretending that he was the one kneeling there, pounding Renee's face without a care in the world for her wellbeing.

Perhaps the crowning achievement of her depravity, that night, was the way that she still managed to reach around the back of the husky and cup both of the cheeks of his rump. Squeezing his flesh tight and gripping it that much harder as the husky neared the peak of his pace, Renee made it clear that she was fine with the husky making a bit of a mess...but only after she got what she wanted from him.

Swallowing hard around the middle of his shaft and groping his cheeks in time, Renee signaled that Frost's time was up before he had a chance to declare it. "Damn...t-that...that's just not fair, Renee! You can't...m-make me cum... like that!"

Pounding as hard as he would have into the most heated bitch he'd ever known, Frost thumped the bulge of his knot against the caribou's face, splattering the excess cum from her mouth and adding his own in the process: long, slick strands poured down her throat anew as he pumped, but he never held still long enough for Renee to contain the entire load.

Plenty of it was dripping over the sides of her lips and down the outside of her throat as the pair fought for control of Frost's seminal destiny, only for the husky to win the day by forcing her head to go still.

Gripping her antlers with overwhelming force, Frost gushed the last of his seed across Renee's muzzle in heated strips, painting her fur all the way over the top of her head and soaking his juices into her hair; the most primal of her lovers, Frost was delighted to know that she'd be wearing his scent and his taste, well after his time in the room was up.

Swallowing hard enough to collect most of his load, Renee looked up at the husky and opened her maw wide, showing that she was able to keep up with him, even after eleven other suitors...but Frost, for his part, still felt like he'd won the day.

"I know we're the ones that end up paying you for this kind of stuff, but it feels like you're the one that's always getting what you want out of the deal," Frost noted, chuckling at the same fact. As he smeared his messy cock along the sides of her face, wiping himself clean, the husky tossed a few twenties from his shorts, leaving Renee quite the generous tip. "Must be nice, Renee..."

With another swallow and a wink, the caribou nodded her agreement. "I'd say you have no idea, but...you must have some idea after that, right?"

**

Renee didn't bother showering, just yet.

She took the time to gather any forgotten clothes and locked the doors for privacy--she wasn't a fan of after hours surprises--but she didn't bother cleaning her bed, either.

Depravity and hedonism were on display as she sat on the edge of the bed, her rump settled in a pool of mingled juices. That warmth kissed her womanhood, those petals sore in the most heavenly way...and just as she eased a palm between her thighs to answer that sensation, she went stiff.

"You think I don't hear you in there?"

Joss went one step too far, having circled his palm around the tip of his cock when Renee stepped out of the room. He was trying to bite back on his pleasure, but as he stiffened up, he kicked the closet door with a full-body shudder.

Ohshitohshitohshitnononononotlikethis

" Hey! Come out right now, you fucking creep! I said no hanging around-

Renee slammed her closet door open, only to come face to face with her own son...paw still wrapped around his cock, as the very first streak of his cum leapt from his rubbed-raw tip and splashed against her cheek.

"...After...t-the show..."

Joss was still trembling as another rope of seed leapt from his tip, soaking back into his own, naked lap.

"... Joss?!"