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Chapter One

Olivia finished her third cup of coffee for the day, her large ears flattening against her head as she yawned loudly. It was tough for a hard working mouse like her to adjust to the life of a homemaker, with her last job being a busy, stressful affair. She'd fantasized about quitting for years until she met her husband David, who made more than enough in his profession to support them both on a single income.

The only unusual thing about their arrangement was that David's father lived with them, occupying their guest bedroom. He was a sickly old fox, looking nearly a decade older than he actually was. William had a host of health issues, leaving him nearly bedridden, though he was able to move about with a walker when he was having a particularly good day.

This wasn't one of those good days. They'd installed a little buzzer for him that he could press when he needed help, and he'd pressed it about a dozen times for various different things. Olivia didn't mind much, though. It wasn't like she had anything better to do--once she'd finished the laundry and tidied up, there wasn't much for her to occupy herself with, other than Netflix and mindless blog scrolling.

"Alright, old man. Need another glass of water?" She chided, padding into the room in her bare feet. He laughed, though a sputtering cough followed. Liv's brow furrowed in concern as she stepped closer, but William raised a hand to stop her, signaling that he was alright.

"Not dyin' just yet." He chuckled, weakly. He laid back on the bed, looking up at her with eyes that betrayed a mixture of embarrassment and appreciation. "I just, uh...called you in here because I was hoping to chat with you for a little bit. It's kinda lonely in here all by myself, and there's nothing good on TV during the day."

Olivia gave him a compassionate smile, her fleshy tail swishing behind her. "Sure! I already finished up all the household nonsense I've got to do before David gets home." The mouse replied, cheerfully enough, parking her butt on the edge of the bed. The smell of sweat invaded her nostrils, and she made a mental note to change his sheets tomorrow.

"Good. You're both such hard workers." The old fox grunted, seeming a bit low energy today. Olivia supposed it'd be up to her to lift his spirits.

"Why don't we...watch a movie?" She asked, her ears perking up. "Orrrr maybe we could play some cards or something?"

"Mmh. I don't think I'm up for either of those." He replied, quietly. Olivia frowned.

"Are you just gonna make me list off a hundred ideas until you pick one? Ya old curmudgeon." She playfully chided. Her husband's father joined in with a quiet chuckle, before shifting position to face her better. Olivia noticed with a flattening of her ears that there was a huge stain on William's shirt and underwear.

"Oh, Bill--did you spill breakfast all over yourself? Why didn't you buzz me?" She grumbled, standing as she pulled off his sheet and inspected his soiled clothing. He averted his gaze, his cheeks redding with humiliation.

"I didn't wanna bother you." He replied, his ears drooping.

"I don't mind helping you, William. I'd much rather you tell me, than have to discover you've been sitting in a mess all day." Liv replied, folding her arms. "I get that you've got your pride, but we're your family. We're here to make things easier on you."

The petite little mouse groaned in exertion, lifting the embarrassed old timer up to a seated position, before climbing slightly onto the bed beside him to tug off his shirt. "Mmh..." Olivia grunted as she worked, watching his withered body slowly coming into view as she peeled off his soiled top.

William's underwear came next, a task that always made her feel strange. Perhaps it was normal that seeing her husband's father nude made her uncomfortable, but she tried to push past it, sliding the aging fox's boxers off and down toward his ankles.

"Stay right there--hold onto the bedposts if you gotta." She commanded, before walking over to one of his drawers, pulling out a package of wet wipes. The much younger mouse turned about, making her way back to William, before she noticed something odd.

His uncut length, which was normally quite flaccid, was twitching visibly as it slowly filled with blood. Olivia's cheeks went beet red and she turned away, mortified. William had an erection! "Um..." She stammered, afraid to look at him again, lest she be unable to scrub the image of his erect penis from her memory. "You...you alright there, Bill?"

He, to his credit, seemed just as surprised as the mouse was. "S-sorry, aw hell, Liv. I'm so sorry." He moaned in shame and discomfort, trying to cover up his obvious hard-on with his hands. "Please, just...I think you should just go, I'm so embarrassed."

Olivia nodded, not needing to be told twice. "Y-yeah, going now!" The rodent stammered, her eyes trying to look anywhere but the old man's lap as she made her way toward the door, shutting it closed behind her. She stood on the other side for a good few moments, processing what the hell had just happened. Her heart was racing!

She wasn't sure what was supposed to feel. Embarrassment and shock seemed perfectly natural, but there was another emotion bouncing around in her noggin that puzzled her. It was pity. She pitied the old fox more than anything. Here he was, in his twilight years, having to feel like a burden and an embarrassment to his family. Her heart ached for him.

She wasn't sure what the hell she was doing. Blood pounded in her big, round ears as her slender fingers reached out and grasped the door handle, pushing it open.

"Liv? What are you doing?" William gasped, not expecting to see her back so soon. He laid in a supine position on the bed, and the mouse noticed he'd covered himself up with the thin, white bedsheet. His hard-on made a quite obvious tent in the fabric, doing precious little to hide it. He tried to sit up, groaning with exertion.

"Shhh..." Olivia whispered, padding over to the bed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and urging him to lay back down. He looked up at her with confusion and anxiety writ large across his face. "Just, let me take care of you." She continued, her hands trembling as she slowly, nervously pulled the sheet down to his thighs.

Her eyes widened when she saw it. The elderly fox's shaft was swollen something fierce, standing at attention proudly while she inspected it. Just at a glance, she realized that it was a good few inches larger than her husband David's. Its girth also surprised her, and she wondered if she could even close her fingers around it.

"Liv, I..." He began, but trailed off as her hand reached out, the mouse hesitating for a moment before grasping hold of his painfully erect length. He shuddered in surprise and arousal, his hands reaching down and digging their claws into the fitted sheet beneath him.

The rodent was surprised with herself, her chest rising and falling rapidly with jittery energy as she began to stroke him. Her dainty, feminine digits squeezed tightly around his shaft, his foreskin peeling back and exposing his bulbous, engorged tip. The old fox writhed beneath her, gasping and grunting with excitement, his toes curling visibly from the reluctant pleasure he was feeling.

"Does...fuck, does that feel good?" Olivia inquired, butterflies in her stomach as her gaze darted from that handsome cock to the moaning, panting face of her husband's father. Slimy, clear fluid began to dribble from his cockhead, running down her fingers and being massaged into his throbbing, aching shaft.

"Yes--uohh! God, yes..." William crooned, his apprehension seeming to wane as the pleasure Olivia was inflicting on him heightened. His hips, arthritic as they were, still made a valiant attempt to buck upwards toward the tight, sinful squeeze of her hand. The mouse noticed his sagging, fuzzy sack beginning to tense up against his groin, his cock pulsing within her grasp. He was going to cum!

Olivia watched him writhe and shift beneath her, preparing to climax from her sympathetic ministrations. "Shh...that's right, just...just let it all out, big guy." She soothed, continuing to comfort the old fox with smooth, delicate strokes. His mouth hung open, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he succumbed to an orgasm, his claws tearing holes in his sheets while he messily ejaculated all over Liv's hand, wrist, and his own crotch.

The rodent felt her cheeks burning red as she watched him get off. How pent-up had this poor man been? His climax continued for what felt like ages, each hearty throb of his neglected shaft bringing forth another gooey, heated spurt of semen. Once he was finally done, laying there in a panting, whimpering heap, she realized she'd be doing the laundry earlier than she thought. It was everywhere, positively saturating the bedsheets, as well as making a mess of the geriatric canine's fur.

As the excitement faded, and the pair of them realized what they'd just done, a tense silence filled the room. William was the first to break it. "Fuck, Olivia, this is...this isn't right, what we just did. I don't think--"

"It's okay." Liv urged, cutting him off. "You have...urges, and that's normal. Hell, Bill, you can barely go to the bathroom on your own, you're probably gonna pull a muscle trying to jerk off." The mouse offered, giving him a shaky smile.

The old fox groaned. "Still, you shouldn't have to do something like that for an old man. What is David going to think?"

David. Olivia shuddered, realizing she'd have to tell him. She couldn't just keep this a secret, could she? "I'll break the news to him gently." She murmured, swallowing hard. "Just let me handle it, okay? In the meantime, we need to get you washed up."

The sun set on a strange new day in the Parker household. David would be home soon, and a difficult conversation with his beautiful wife awaited him.