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Melanie has bundled up on the couch with knees together, watching TV with her phone and the remote on her stomach. Family Fued was on, a show she thought would burn the time better. It was the 12:30 slot. The email said the plumber would be there at around 1. Hopefully he'd be there before the episode ended. The anticipation had her tummy in knots, though she knew the sooner it was done the better.

With every ad break she braced for the buzz of her phone. It sat on her belly like a brick. She kept it face down on her white tank top so that it wouldn't tempt her to check, though it would be impossible to prevent that completely. Every other moment her eyes would dart to it, seeing that iconic Apple logo within its aluminum frame. The urge to flip it and click the home button was ever present. She stayed strong and refrained from touching it, though she could not shake the feeling of the phone squeezing the air out of her chest.

On the TV two more contestants were wandering up to the podium where the host waited with two buzzers. It had been a tradition of Melanie's, and almost everyone else's, to say their own answers when the host posed the survey. He read from the card: Name a job you wouldn't want your spouse to take up. The contestants slapped their buzzers. The winner said "Soldier," to which they earned a slot on the board. Melanie concurred, although internally she thought plumber. She didn't say it out loud. She really didn't feel like it.

Bzzt-zzt.

She looked down at her phone, laying her chin on her collar. For the first time since she sat down on the couch she tilted her phone up to look at the screen. There was a text message. The notification gave her the first few words:

Hey! This is Ezekiel, from Dyall Plumb...

Without a moment's hesitation she tapped it with her thumb. It took her a few tries to tap out her passcode, she typed so erratically. The phone unlocked and brought her to the message.

Hey! This is Ezekiel from Dyall Plumbing! I'm on my way to your house now. I should be there in 15-20 minutes.

Blossoming throughout her gut was an icy chill that bled throughout her limbs, sinking down into all her digits. A deep breath hissed through her nose, dilating her nostrils. She clicked her phone to sleep and put it down on the cushion before getting up and swinging her legs off the couch. She was on her feet with an agile spring of the legs, bouncing her ample bosom and hindquarters. Both were on display with a poorly sized tank top white enough to oppose her onyx skin and some gray, skin tight yoga pants. She tugged on the bosom of her shirt, pulling it over just a sliver more of her braless tits. Her nipples bled through the fabric like a pair of headlights. She ran a hand through her headwool. 15 minutes. That's how long she had before he got there. 15 minutes to look good for someone she hated with every fiber of her being.

* * *

Zeke drove the entire way to Ms. Martinez's house with a frown on his face. Melanie Martinez. Where have I heard that name? If he ever did, he damn sure didn't remember, which was strange because apparently she had heard of him. Dyall Plumbing had gotten a call from her the previous week asking for someone to come fix some leaky sink pipes. Not just anyone, though. That someone she wanted was Zeke. Said his whole name and everything. "That skunk that works for you," she had said. "I want him to come and fix my sink." According to his boss she had a soft Mexican accent given the way he imitated her.

It was odd for several reasons. Firstly, Zeke didn't know anybody named Melanie Martinez. Secondly, he was a pretty fresh face at the company. Only 18 years old, not even out of high school, he was the least experienced out of their entire roster. A few years spending time at the Rec school gave him some rudimentary skills, enough to land him a job as an assistant plumber, but not quite enough so that he could handle anything major on his own. So why did this Martinez lady ask for him?

Martinez, Martinez, Martinez. That name echoed in his mind like a chant. Sure, it rang a bell, but didn't everyone know a Martinez? It was a pretty common name. Zeke thought he knew at least three, though their exact names escaped him. His most logical explanation was that this was a friend of his dad's or his mom's wanting him to come over just so she could see him. His parents knew a lot of people, and his mom had a habit of bragging about him to other folk. Both of them introduced him to their friends all the time. Any one of them could've been a Martinez.

He pulled his truck into the neighborhood, a mostly treeless plot full of one story homes and a handful of cul-de-sacs. He kept one burly paw gripped on the top of his steering wheel as he slowly drove past the mailboxes, keeping track of the addresses and what was on the road in front of him. Hitting a kid was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday. He saw what he was looking for on his right, bold, black letters emblazoned on the side of a plastic, green mailbox. "There we go," he said as he slowed down and pulled into the driveway. A red Honda Accord was parked in front of him. The house was small like its neighbors, made of brick with blinded-windows. He parked the truck and pulled out his phone to send another text to Ms. Martinez:

This is Ezekiel again! I'm here!

He tucked his phone back into his pocket, and opened the truck door. Alright, Ms. Martinez. Let's see who you are.

She did not hear the buzz of her phone receiving his message. She was already at the door window, peering out and watching him hop out of his truck. A big heavy boot fell from the cabin onto the gravel. Following it was an enormous skunk, at least six feet tall and built like the pickup he stood out of. His jeans were bleached with a white company polo shirt tucked into it. Arms like howitzers consumed the sleeves. He had pecs that could stop bullets. His bushy, white skunk tail towered behind him, staying cocked up while he walked around to the bed of his pickup and pulled out a utility belt to put around his waist. Shaggy white hair floated around his head while he adjusted it.

Melanie had pictured something fatter, uglier. A plumber wasn't the sexiest occupation, despite what the porn industry would have young men think. Knowing how this particular one treated people, she bet that he went to every home expecting sex. She noted how tightly his shirt clung to his chest, how rigid his pants were to the contours of his legs. 18, she thought. More like 20. A beast like him has probably been held back a couple years.

He was ignorant of the harsh scrutiny he was getting from the window. With a practiced smile mandated by the company he strode up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. That name came up one last time. Martinez. I think I do know a Martinez.

Melanie opened the door, and instantly Zeke knew. Before him was a middle-aged sheep woman, tall as him, curvy in every place she needed to be. Her black skin and wool achieved a silhouette even against the backdrop of her home's inner shadow. Breasts like overloaded sandbags drooped in her shirt. Her ass filled out half of the doorway. Separate from the mold of gorgeous thickness was a pencil neck and a sleek, astute face that stared unblinkingly at Zeke with horizontal pupils.

Such a beauty would've made his brain hoot in any other circumstance. Here his heart plummeted into his gut. That beautiful woman was not just a customer, but the mother of a kid whom Zeke bullied regularly.

"Ezekiel?" she said, breaking what had become a prolonged silence.

His boss was right, she did have a hispanic accent, though not quite to the extreme he had exaggerated it. Hearing his full first name out of her mouth was like a punch in the throat, making speech difficult. He was able to clear his throat. "Uhh-nnnnhh... Yes ma'am! I'm here from... Mmm... From Dyall's plumbing. You said you..." His entire mouth was like sandpaper. "You said you had a... leak? Sink? In the sink?" I'm dead. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead.

"Yes, yes I do," she said with unexpected energy. "It's not much, but I can't figure out how to make it stop."

Zeke cleared his throat again. "That's fine. I'll take a look at it." His voice was strained like he was at the end of his breath. He couldn't remember the last time his nerves were so torn. "Can I come in?"

Melanie stepped aside. "Please do."

The doorway looked like the jaws of a shark. Common sense screamed at him not to go. He did so with just one long stride, bringing himself into the air conditioned interior. Melanie closed the door behind him, all but locking him in there with her. Immediately he noticed a photo on the wall opposite of the door. It was of her son, Zeke's classmate, Nikki. He was young in this photo, dressed in a dapper shirt and bowtie. Mottling his similarly dark skin were splotches of strawberry pink. A face hardly less mature than what he had in the present smiled at the camera. Wreathing his face were newly sprouted ram horns, much less grown than they were now. Rising from his scalp were the tips of two goat horns, also fated to grow longer. Probably got him from his dad, Zeke thought. The pink color too. He looked around the adjacent living room but saw no pictures of anyone that could be his father. He guessed correctly that he wasn't a part of the family, furthering Zeke's severe onset of guilt.

"Kitchen is over here," Melanie said, breaking him out of his trance with the photos.

She strode through the living room, back towards him. His focus was sucked into the jiggle of her ass, fueled by the dedicated pump of her legs. He could tell the haunches were soft just from the way they rebounded and wobbled with each step. Her thighs were stunning too, both padded healthily and curved inwardly so that their insides whispered against one another. A cherry atop it all was the nubby pom of wool that grew from her tail, rising just out of her waistband.

He felt sick to his stomach looking at it all. He ripped his gaze to the back of her head, imploring not to stare at her ass or, God forbid, her chest. That wasn't much help either, not when he started to wonder what she would look like naked, bent over in front of him, ass cheeks clapping as he held her hips and-

Stop! Stop stop stop stop stop! He gulped hard and shook his head. Think about something else, literally anything else. Basketball. Baseball. The weather. School.

He was rattling off possibilities of distraction when the two of them made it to the kitchen. It was small with oak panel cabinets. The sink was white plastic, cracked and stained in a few places. It was likely the same one from when the house was first built. Whether the sink actually had a leak or not, Zeke didn't doubt that it might've needed touching up or a replacement.

Pondering that did a good job of distracting him from Melanie up until the moment she spoke. "So, I have this leak, in my sink, from the pipes," she told him.

He kept his blue eyes drilled into her face, pretending that her tits were on her forehead instead of hanging from her chest like a pair of dangerously ripe coco de mer. "OK. How heavy is the drip and how long has it been going on?" It helped reciting questions he would ask any customer, ones he and every other plumber had been taught to ask.

"Well, it's not a big drip." Her hand-hooves were out in front of her, gesticulating towards the sink. "And it hasn't..." She stopped. Her lips pursed, and her hand balled into a fist before she brought it back to the counter she was leaning on. Her gaze shifted from the sink to Zeke. "Actually, Ezekiel. My sink is fine."

Zeke knew it was coming and still its arrival was like an ax to the gut. Here we go. God, kill me now. He tried to keep it cool, though he couldn't stop himself from flexing his nose and sniffling. "Yeah?"

"Yes, and I think you know that."

In such a small kitchen he'd never felt so exposed, like being in the center of a coliseum. "Yeah, I think I did."

Melanie laid one elbow on the edge of the counter and leaned on it. "Did they tell you I asked for you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Did they tell you who I was?"

He gulped. "They told me your name. I didn't know who you were until I saw you. I kinda... put two and two together."

She stiffened her lip and nodded. "Mmm, so you know why I asked you to come here." It was not a question.

"Yeah..."

"You know my son, Nikki."

The mention of that name made Zeke's gut twist. "Yes ma'am."

"You've been giving him a hard time?" This time it was a question.

Zeke stayed quiet. Again his common sense, now harmonized with instinct, begged him to deny her charges. Luckily for him, he knew better. His head bowed slightly under the weight of her growing scrutiny. "Yeah. I think I have."

"No, you don't think you have." Her voice sharpened with the first hint of anger. "You've been bullying my son for the past year. You're in his gym class. You say mean things to him. You pick on him. You and your bully friends make fun of him because he is small and you think he is weak."

Zeke had never even thought about it in terms so blunt. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to my son."

Terror struck him. He braced for the sound of footsteps from the nearby hallway, to hear a familiar meek voice saying "hey". When nothing came, Zeke asked, "Is he here now?"

"No. He's at work. He won't be home until a few hours."

Relief so strong it was orgasmic flooded him. "OK. Um... Yeah, I'll apologize to him."

"I know you will."

"Yeah, and um..." He took a quick breath. "I know it... I know it really doesn't help... Sorry, but I never..." Just say it, asshole. "I never really meant to hurt him. I mean I know now I was, but... I never meant to."

She tilted her head. "No? You never meant to hurt him? Well you sure didn't act like it. You call him those mean things and think it won't hurt him? You push and trip him and think he won't feel anything? You think these are fun and games and yet you have no idea how it hurts him. How it hurts me." She pinched her fingers in front of her chest and stabbed them towards her heart. "I had to hear my son talk about how you and your bully friends treat him, how he's afraid to go to the gym because of that bully skunk who treats him like he is dirt. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"Bad," he said, both answering his question and understating his own current mood. Like shit would've been more accurate.

"Bad," she bit at him. "Very, very bad. Like I can't do anything for him as a mother. I am a single mother. I try to make home a safe place for him, but I cannot do that for school. I want him to be safe there too but he isn't because of people like you. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am..."

She took a quick breath before resuming. Her gaze tracked towards the light fixture in the ceiling, glinting her eyes. "Nikki does not have a lot of friends. He does not have to be popular, but I want him to have people who make him happy. He does not have any in that gym class. All he has are you and your friends."

Zeke pried his mind for anyone he thought might've been Nikki's friend in that class. He couldn't think of any, deepening his already crushing guilt.

"His grades are slipping. I can tell he's not sleeping as much. You know it's because of you."

"Yes ma'am..."

"I can't make school safe for him because I can't be there, but you are." She stabbed her finger at him. "You make it unsafe. You make him feel scared to go there. You have the power to stop. You." That finger, accusing and unbending, stabbed at him with each utterance of the word "you". It made him feel like the loneliest man in the world, and yet he knew that he could not begin to fathom what Nikki had felt like.

He was quiet for a few moments. He tried to formulate something to say, but nothing came. He said all there was to say. "I'm sorry."

Melanie let her hand down. "I know you are. You're going to apologize to my son. You're going to leave him alone and tell your friends to do the same."

Zeke nodded along. "Yes ma'am." It was as much a vow to her as it was to himself.

"You're not going to let anyone else hurt him anymore. I don't expect you to be his friend, but you won't let anyone be his bully. Protect him, is what I'm saying."

He was not so quick to agree. Protecting someone he only shared one class with was almost impossible. Of course, he wasn't about to object. "Yes ma'am."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. It was her turn to stay silent for a few moments. "I'm his mother. I'm ready to do anything it takes to keep him safe."

"I know, ma'am." He lifted his head to meet her gaze head on. His remorseful expression was genuine. "I'll do everything I can to make sure he doesn't get messed with anymore. I swear to God."

She did not respond immediately. Her eyes did not meet his, instead staring ahead at something on the floor behind him, it seemed. "So will I. I'm ready to do anything, anything, to keep him safe." Her eyes rolled up at him. "I'm ready to strike a deal."

"A deal?" He darted his eyes around, confused. "With... me?"

She nodded. "Yes. Are you thirsty?"

That caught him off guard. "Thirsty?"

"Yes. Do you want a drink? Water? A Coke? Diet Coke?"

"Uhhh..." He couldn't deny how awfully dry his mouth was. Some water sounded heavenly, although he wasn't sure how it would look if he accepted. "Sure?"

"What? A Coke?"

"No, um... Water, please."

She stood up from the counter and turned around. Zeke watched as she pulled out a glass from the cabinet behind her, put in two ice cubes from the tray in the freezer, then filled it with water from the sink. She handed it to him. "Here you go," she said flatly.

He took it from her, noting how massive his paw was compared to hers. "Thanks." The moment he took the first sip he thought about poison. Maybe it was in the ice, or coated in the glass, or stuck to the faucet. He gulped a few sips, tasting nothing besides heavy, slightly metallic tap water. Calm the fuck down. She's not gonna kill you. Everyone knows where you are. Even with that comforting thought he could not stop himself from anticipating a pain in his gut where he felt the water settle; that or a sudden wooziness. He held the glass in front of him and pursed his lips. "So, you said you had a deal?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm ready to have sex with you so that you'll protect Nikki."

Zeke didn't say anything. He didn't bug his eyes or gasp. He didn't drop his glass or stumble backwards. He understood every word she said, comprehending their meaning and context, and yet his brain failed to react. He did nothing but stare at her for a protracted amount of time.

Finally, he brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip of water. His eyes stayed locked with hers. He brought the glass down and pursed his lips again. "Ye-ah..." His voice cracked. "You... Wait." He rubbed his brow. "Sorry. What'd you say?"

"I said I'll have sex with you if you protect Nikki."

"Oh," said Zeke. "OK." He took another mindless swig of water. Behind unmoving eyes his mind had kickstarted into a frenzy. This isn't happening. She didn't say that. She really didn't just say that. I'm dreaming. I'm crazy. This isn't real. Tell her she doesn't have to. Tell her you won't. "So, do you mean, like, in a metaphorical way? Like, you're saying that so I know that, like, you'd really protect Nikki?"

She shrugged. "Both. I am trying to say I will do anything to protect Nikki. I'm also saying that I'll let you fuck me if you protect him for me."

Zeke never thought the word "fuck" would offend him so dearly. "Oh." Another sip from his glass. He felt ready to faint. Those screams to be reasonable, to let her down easy, to say that none of this was necessary, bounced and bellowed in his skull at their loudest. They were not repeated on his lips. "When?" No! Stop it!

Melanie shrugged, an expression of nonchalance disguising her immense disgust. "Now. Tomorrow. A month. Never. I don't really care. Nikki is not home for a few hours. We can do something now." And maybe get it over with. She envisioned herself beneath him, legs spread, not making a noise as he pummeled her with his hips and grunted through his nose. He was awfully heavy looking. He'd probably run out of breath before he came. It was a good thing she had a sheet of condoms in her drawer. With how young he was he probably wouldn't survive her putting it on for him.

That's what she told herself, at least. Sowing doubt were the breadth of his hips and shoulders. Every part of him was laced with power. His forearms, thick like small trees, carried sinews and tendons that burst against the skin with his every minor movement. His chest was a brick wall, perfectly squared, jutted like the bow of an oil tanker. Rising from the wings of his neck were trap muscles like small hills. Perhaps the most impressive, at least to Melanie, was the size of his paws. She had gotten a good grasp of how massive they were when she handed him his water. For a brief moment she envisioned them latched to her ass.

The thought was pushed away. "But that's up to you," she said. "I'm not doing this because I want to. You should know that."

He shook his head, flapping his hair off his temples. "No ma'am! Of course not."

"Good. This is for Nikki, not for you."

"Right," he said, eyes tracking down those mammalian slopes and lingering there. "For him. Doin' it for him."

Her immediate instinct was to snap and tell him where her eyes were, but what was the point? He was about to see a lot more. "So, are we going to do it?"

He brought his eyes back up to hers. "Sorry?"

"I said, are we going to do it? Today? Later? Ever?"

"Um..." For the first time since she levied her accusations on him, Zeke smiled. It was a great, big, toothy one. "Yeah, now sounds cool." He put the glass to his mouth and chugged the rest of the water. He placed the glass aside on the dining table, clinking the ice inside. His paws reached behind him to unclasp his utility belt. "So, right here? Your bedroom? Somewhere else?"

She liked him better when he was cowering. "My bedroom would be best."

"Awesome." He laid the burdensome belt on the table. He rolled his shoulders and yanked up on his jeans, holding out that awesome set of pectorals. "Lead the way, momma."

Her eyes narrowed. She marched up to him and planted a finger in the center of his chest. They were close enough to smell each other. Her aroma was that of a pampered woman, clean and relaxed. His was of a gruff working man, skunky and masculine. "Don't call me that," she said through clenched teeth, the venom hissing on her timbre. Her nail stabbed at him with each word. "I'm not doing this for you, and I'm not going to enjoy it."

Zeke just smiled at her. "We'll see about that." Then he grabbed her by the waist, hoisted her into the air, and plopped her right down on his shoulder. "Alright, where we headed?"

It happened so quickly. One moment she was in front of him, drilling home her point with the jab of her finger. Then the world went topsy turvy, weightless, a blur of shapes and colors that solidified into the sight of Zeke's back and tail. Her hips sat on his shoulder, legs bent in front of his chest. The air was trapped in her lungs. A timid paw lifted over her mouth, an attempt to stifle a gasp. That barrel of an arm was hooked around her lower back, pinning the two together. The act of throwing an elbow into the back of his head played out in her head, but she kept still, paralyzed by a not-unwelcome feeling of vulnerability.

Zeke's smiling face was smashed into the cushiony flank of her ass, the sheer volume of which forced his head into a sideways tilt. "So, where we headed?" he asked again. "Lead the way."

The deep thrum of his voice against her thigh elevated her excitement, the simmers of which originated with her launch onto his shoulder. Her body was shaking. She tried, and failed, to get a hold on it with a gulp. "Down the hall. First door on the left." The authoritative tone she had mustered so effectively had shriveled into a meek mutter.

He spun around effortlessly, swinging those thick legs out ahead of him. "There it is. Hold on tight."

His body thumped with the first step, his heavy work boots echoing throughout the empty house. That Olympian highway of muscles grinded in tandem to bring Melanie to the bedroom. She watched the hardwood pan away beneath them, framed by the arduous back-and-forth shift of his glutes. The trip was short, yet each step felt drawn out like in slow motion. The hardwood transitioned into the carpet of the hallway and then the bedroom. He came to a stop at the foot of her bed where she was chucked onto the mattress ass-first. She bounced and then settled, looking up to see the smug skunk smiling down at her. He tugged his shirt out of his waistband then peeled it up and over his head, revealing a statuesque array of muscle. A plate of abs like armor jutted along his abdomen. After tugging his arms out of the sleeves he slipped out of his boots and began unbuckling his belt, whispering the leather against the denim as it snaked through the loops.

He gauged her reaction throughout. She was leaning back on her arms, legs bent in front of her protectively. Her eyes had gone alight upon the removal of his shirt. Naturally she became transfixed by the slow removal of his belt, eager to see him perform the next step. He would leave that honor for her. The belt hit the carpet with a thud. He tucked one thumb into his waistband behind the button and pushed it out towards her. "You wanna do the rest?"

Her eyes snapped up at him. Yes was the word that wanted to spring from her lips, yet there was a guise of disinterest to uphold. I'm not about to let this pig think I'm eager for this, she thought as if he didn't already know. "You can't do it yourself?" she asked, eyes back on his crotch. Curiosity had her formulating the size of his penis. If it reflected his personality at all it would be small. But if it was anything like the rest of him...

"Oh, I sure could. I just thought you might want to give me a hand. Lord knows you'll be givin' more than just that in a little bit~'' He swung his thumb side to side, pulling around the front of his jeans. She could see just the top sliver of his underwear.

The temptation was there, and any refusal would've been forced. She performed her best roll of the eyes. "Fine. Sure."

His smile deepened. "I appreciate the help."

"Shut up." She craned herself forward and got on her fours in front of him. That brass button stared at her. Levi Strauss & Co SF CAL was printed on it. Other minute details were caught as she stared at his crotch from less than a foot away. There were the thin denim threads that made up the fabric, their many white frays, and the bowed row of zipper teeth. She unbuttoned him, pinched the zipper tab, and pulled it down.

Zzzzzzzzzzz...

Each passing tooth of stainless steel vibrated as the zipper jerked past them. The flaps fell asunder, letting her see the shadowy color of his underwear. Before her was the zenith of his bulge, hinted but not fully revealed. Her faux reluctance was gone now, eyes locked on that tightly wound sex organ ready to be unboxed.

Zeke watched her reaction throughout, ready to see her face change like it had for every other girl he'd been with. It did so with the plummet of his jeans. Arced out in front of her was the outline of his penis. It swung over the contours of his purse, thinning the light gray underwear fabric that clung to it so firmly. Nothing about his size was left to the imagination anymore, not when it screamed in her face at a volume cranked the farthest. That scepter, only in the opening stages of becoming hard, was a beast. It was monstrously thick, dominating a healthy portion of his underwear's cup room. The head's shape impressed itself on the front flap like a sledgehammer, ready to burst through the threads like they were rice paper.

The sight of it demolished her facade, its visible destruction coming in the form of a very soft jaw drop. Through it was a tiny gasp, barely audible, but enough to be picked up by the skunk. He didn't say anything, letting her process things on her own. Her hand, sunken into the comforter as it held her up, meant to reach out and touch it. She held it back with a clench of her fist, balling up that portion of the comforter. Her mouth closed, though not without sinking the teeth into her lip. Her face was getting hot and her heart was floating up her chest. Dignity said contain yourself, curiosity said go for it.

One got the better of her. She lifted her hand from the bed and squeezed his penis right above the glans. Turgid flesh laced with veins burned hot against her fingers. His pulse was much more even than hers; that she could tell just from holding onto him. She kneaded the flesh slowly, migrating her fingers up the whole of his length notch by notch. Between squeezes she could feel him growing harder, his pendulum lifting against the cup of his underwear like a garage door.

Zeke let her massage him at her leisure. Seeing that awestruck look on her face was almost as satisfying as having his dick squeezed. He didn't speak up until she'd had a good feel across his length. "Enough for ya?"

Her eyes snapped up at him like she'd been caught doing something naughty. She stopped groping his penis but couldn't quite bring herself to let go of it completely. "It's... big, I'll give you that."

"It gets bigger, just you watch. Pull down them boxers and get a better look, momma."

She knew by this point that he could read her like a book. No point in denying herself what she wanted, especially not when it was hung in front of her so persuasively. "Alright. If you say so," she said in a breathy tone. Her palm slid up his pole, feeling the scrape of his underwear against her palm one last time before her fingertips slipped into his waistband. With a knot in her throat she tugged downwards, bringing to light his frazzled pubes and the root of his penis.

It slid to his center once she'd freed him from the choke of his boxers. Broad, heavy, the rosy color of flesh, it swayed just once before settling along his symmetry. Melanie did not gasp, though her jaw did drop. The bulge he'd presented was impressive but fell just short of his real majesty. She found herself mesmerized by its every facet and detail. She swam her eyes through the winding current of cock veins. There was a soft but noticeable change in tone where his foreskin had been cut, leaving that hammerhead of a cock helmet to flare at its widest. At his root hung a pair of orbs like small tangerines, both swaddled in a bag of delicate white fuzz she fought not to caress that instant.

Such a reaction, almost uniform across every woman Zeke had slept with, never got old. He did her the favor of sliding his boxers further down his thighs so that they could slump to his feet, leaving him totally nude for her enjoyment. "How's that, momma?" he asked.

Melanie realized how hot her face was and that her jaw was hung. She looked up at him again and laughed. "It's... a lot. I'm impressed."

"Aww, shoot. Ain't nothin' I earned, though I sure do appreciate it." He gave her a cheeky smile. "You can touch it some more if you like it that much. I don't bite."

Gazing at his penis made her heart pound in her chest. Its every minute movement, be it a gentle sway or the gradual transformation into an erection, added to her excitement. I shouldn't be enjoying this, she thought to herself. But I am, and I think I'm about to enjoy it a lot more.

"Neither do I," she said before lifting her hand and cradling the underside of his pole. It burned against her palm hotter than ever, throwing her skin into a round of gooseprickles. Her fingers closed around it ever so gently as she aimed it forward at her face. Her eyes crossed once his tip leered towards her snout. That man stink, skunky and strong, whipped her in the nose full force. Toes curling, she began stroking him from head to hilt, rocking that semi-hard rod up and down. His life force bled into it at the pump and flex of her hand, a power she did not wield conservatively. Her jaw fell again, slightly this time. Her plush lips were parted in an unconscious preparation to kiss what was in front of her.

Then she did, right on the tip. Chu. A buzz rippled through her body, giving rise to another storm of gooseprickles and making her toes curl. Her nose was deep in his musk cloud. She whiffed at it incessantly, her two nostrils twitching rapidly. A desperate huff blew out of her before she lifted his cock and levied another kiss, eyes closed this time. Chu.

Her love and care filtered through Zeke's loins, settling in his balls as an added pressure and weight. Each kiss, no matter how small, was like a blowtorch to his arousal. Seeing her plush lips form a pucker around his cock head while her hand continued shuttling across his length did a better job of exciting him than just the physical pleasure. His ego, already an inflated size, was fed well by how attractive of a woman she was.

"There we go, momma," he said. "Give that thing a kiss. Gonna make it hard real quick."

She purred softly and accelerated her strokes. "I can tell. If this thing gets as big as I think it's going to get I know I'm in for a treat."

"Don't you worry. It's comin' shortly, and I'm gonna give it to you."

That got another shiver out of her. "I can't wait," she said softly, right before giving his dick another smooch.

It was only a few moments later when he was fully hard, sprouting something like a third leg in front of Melanie's face. She had to pull her head back just to keep it from poking her, though she relaxed so that it would rest on her cheek. The glans sank into the soft flesh of her face, hot and heavy, thrumming with life. She caressed it against herself while still rubbing it and delivering kisses on its flank. Her gaze followed its length to where it met his pelvis beneath a jungle of white pubes. She looked up at him to see a ruggedly handsome face smiling down at her through a valley of chest muscle, his neck skin folded into his chin as he kept it down. A giggle snorted out of her. I can't believe I'm doing this. God forgive me. She pulled her head back, aimed his cock forward, then closed her lips around the tip.

Zeke let out a long sigh, that pressure on his loins ballooning tenfold. "There we go, momma." Her lips were as soft as they looked, swaddling just the head but electrifying everything else with their gentle suckles. Her eyes tracked back down his shaft with those long lashes shading her irises. There was the softest smacking sound as she sucked him. Each pull she would move her jaw and bob her head ever so slightly, a subtle insight into what she was capable of.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," sighed the skunk. His paw fell across her scalp, fingers sifting through the great jungle of black wool covering it. He got a good grip on it, seemingly ready to pull her mouth further down his shaft, but instead relaxing and cradling the back of her head.

Even in his intense enjoyment Melanie matched him. The mass of such intimate flesh on her lips and tongue had her heart soaring. She felt like a woman, like a Queen pampering her King. The thought was silly, and yet hearing Zeke's grunts and huffs, his references to her as "momma", there was really no other way she could describe it. Only now when she'd been given a stud to please and please herself on did she realize how terribly she needed it. She planned on making up for lost time.

Her mouth grip softened from around his cock head so that she could drift further down his pole. The tip slid up her tongue, down to the root where her gullet throbbed. That far and yet her nose could not reach his lap, still inches away from the outer fringe of his crotch fur. So fucking big. She stayed there for a moment so she could wallow in the heat and taste of his manhood, undeniably powerful. Her nose continued copping some heavy whiffs to drunken herself with, leaving her mind in a haze and her womanhood on fire.

Zeke was in a stupor of his own, jaw hung, paw kneading the wool on Melanie's scalp. Huffs of encouragement came out of him as she started bobbing her head back and forth across his length. That dexterous tongue slithered underneath it, paying special attention to the sensitive notch in his glans, just below where precum bled forth with his occasional throbs. Her lips were sealed tight to the shape of his cock. With each pass there was a wet suction sound, rude yet delicate.

It was a pleasure to watch, but his attention drifted down her back and onto her buttocks. They were still in her yoga pants, their bombastic shape held tightly by a dark fabric. "Here," he said. "Let's fix this." He bent forwards and laid his abdomen over her face, locking her in place. She was deep on his pole, holding his cock tip at the very back of her maw. A grunt and a gag chugged her throat, but she did not resist. The combination of his dick in her mouth and his stony abs across her snout was heavenly. Whatever he was doing, she was going to let him do it.

He started with her yoga pants by grabbing the seat with both sets of claws stabbing into the fabric just above her ass crack. The sinews in his forearms bulged when he pulled it apart like someone forcing an automatic sliding door open. The fabric came apart loudly.

RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

He tore the hole wider in a series of sharp jerks, letting free her fat, black ass. It jiggled dramatically before settling into place in all its blubbery rotundity. Zeke purred his satisfaction while giving both haunches a good pat and squeeze. The fur and flesh were divinely soft. "Look at that. That's what I like to see. No underwear too. You knew what time it was." He ripped her pants the rest of the way off until the waistband came apart and only the leg parts remained intact. Then he stood up, though not before giving her nubby, black sheep tail a playful flick.

Melanie pulled her mouth off his dick with a gasp. Spindles of saliva were strung between the rosy O of her lips and his maw-glistened pecker. The following exhale came with a smile as she smiled up at him and stroked his dick. "What's the point? I knew a pervert like you would say 'yes'. Also, you owe me a new pair of pants."

"No problem. I'll pay for your whole wardrobe if it means I get to see more of that ass."

Her feet-hooves came into the air out of flattery. Such a vulgar remark should've appalled her, but these were special circumstances, and Zeke was a special man. She looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, an innocent image ruined by the proximity of his phallus. "Want to see more, big boy?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

She purred. "I'm glad~" Melanie scooted back and knelt upright. Her tattered pants sagged down her hips and thighs before they were pulled the rest of the way off and chucked aside. Zeke was greeted by the sight of her cunny, perfectly situated between a pair of thick girl lips and beneath a heavily manicured cloud of black crotch wool. Next, she crossed her arms in front of her tummy to grab the bottom of her shirt. It was peeled away too, unveiling a pair of braless mammaries round in shape and great in mass. Peering back at the skunk were nipples darker than even the skin that encased them, a pair of obsidian coins begging his appraisal.

The naked Melanie slid to the foot of the bed on her knees, eyes locked on his, and placed a gentle hand on his chest to push him a step back. She stood on the floor in front of him, his penis bridging most of the gap between them. Melanie took it back into her hand, aimed it at her flower, and took a step forward so that it slid in between her thighs. Hard and hot manhood met wet and malleable feminism, the latter quivering hard upon his touch. They both shivered, Melanie letting out a soft sigh as she closed her legs around his rod. The inside of her thighs was soft enough to make Zeke throb. He took her by the lower back and pulled her closer, tummy to tummy, bosom to pecs. The tip of his cock peeked out from the underside of her buttocks. A thickish tear of precum oozed from it and landed on the carpet behind her heels. She wrapped her arms around him, hands above the hilt of his skunk tail, and the two of them started to kiss.

Their lips smacked slowly, each smooch followed by an exhale to exchange breaths. Zeke's huge paws clutched her ass cheeks, or at least as much as they could. He would flex and relax his fingers at will, honking those immense mounds of softness and then whispering his palms around in a smooth orbit that pulled them apart. Melanie returned the favor by exploring his back with both hands. She started at the lower portion, right where a brief curve in his spine blossomed into a huge slate of muscle and fur. She petted the topside of his tail. It was remarkably soft, all the way down to the bone. Her journey found his backside too which she obliged to give her own double-squeeze.

Zeke rewarded her by slowly humping into her thighs. His cock glided back and forth, squishing her weeping cunt lips. Each drip tickled down his pole and her thighs. It wasn't long until he was wetter with her arousal than her saliva, though a great deal of that still remained.

Melanie hummed her content into his maw. She broke the kiss to speak. "Goddamn. That's making me so wet."

She felt his chest rumble when he chuckled, a sensation she liked. "I can tell, momma. Hell, you were already soaked when I got there."

"You know I can't help it. You're the one who lit the fire."

"Yeah? And you're the one who gave me the matches."

A chortle from her. "And I'm glad I did. Mmmmm..."

"Want me to stop? I'll be happy to take the next step. Get that fire nice 'n hot for the both of us."

They shared a few more kisses before she answered. "No. Not yet. Keep doing that. Hahhh... I wanna be ready. Mmm... Readier than I am."

He split a toothy grin. His steady humps continued. "You got it, momma."

It was at the same time Nikki was pulling into the neighborhood.

* * *

Getting off from work early that day had been bittersweet for Nikki. His shift had barely started when some idiot slammed into a transformer near the road and killed power for the entire strip. With no way to operate the register and no clear sign the power would be coming back any time soon, Nikki's manager, Peter, let his guys go. The only issue was that he did it two whole hours after the power had gone out. "It might come back on," he insisted. "I don't want to leave the meats alone."

He said this as a convoy of repairmen were parking outside the devastated transformer to fix it. This was after a tow truck had to pull the totaled car away. It didn't look like anyone was hurt, but it was a pretty shitty day for the driver. Nikki's day would've been much better if Peter had called it right then. He wouldn't have to make any more sandwiches and he could spend the rest of the day playing video games. It was a Saturday. He should've been doing that anyway, not standing behind the counter in his apron and visor cap, telling everyone who came in that the power was out and they couldn't serve them. It wouldn't have been an issue if they had cash, but nobody carries cash anymore. Nikki didn't feel like doing the math anyway.

Peter gave up finally and let everyone go long after the other stores had. Nikki hung up his apron and drove out of the strip with some chagrin. Should've been doing this ages ago. But it wasn't anything to get too ornery over. He would've been leaving four hours later otherwise. Driving into the neighborhood he wondered how many of his friends were online playing Lethal Company. Maybe we can get a game going.

The thought was interrupted by the sight of a big white truck in the driveway. As he came closer, he saw a logo decal on the passenger door. He recognized it from commercials he'd seen on TV. Dyall Plumbing. The image of a burst pipe and a flooded kitchen came to mind. He groaned, hoping that he wouldn't come home to anything awful like that.

With the truck in the driveway, he was forced to park on the curb. He stepped out and took his visor off, his short frame barely coming above the roof of his car. His black polo shirt was untucked from his khakis. The Mickey's Subs logo was on the left breast and on the rim of his visor cap. Covering his eyes were large pink spots. The rest of his face was white, though everything below was a shade of black like his mother's. Curling above his floppy pink ears were a pair of dense ram horns. Between them were shorter, sharper goat horns, courtesy of his father.

He made his way to the front porch, bracing for a catastrophe in the kitchen or the bathroom like he'd imagined. Fortunately, the house was intact when he opened the front door. He looked into the kitchen and didn't see or hear anyone. There was a utility belt on the dining table. It was definitely the plumber's, although he was nowhere to be seen. In the bathroom, maybe. Nikki walked towards the hall where the bathroom and two bedrooms were. His mother's room was immediately to the left. The bathroom was across from it, and his bedroom was at the end. Melanie's door was open. The bathroom was too, but only slightly.

Nikki realized how quiet it was. If the plumber was here, wouldn't there have been the sound of him working? His mom had to be here too to let him in; he'd seen her van in the driveway. Calling out for her crossed his mind, but the pervading silence felt too thick for him to break, that it would go unanswered and leave him feeling alone. The peace was broken instead by a soft murmur from Melanie's room. A grunt or a pout, something like that. It was followed by a quick squishing sound, then another, and another. Nikki frowned as he wandered into the hallway, wondering if his mom and the plumber were in her bedroom and if so, what the hell they were doing in there.

He got his answer once he came to the doorway. There was his mom, and the plumber, standing face to face, naked as they day they were born. He didn't realize she was nude at first until he saw the bloated outline of her haunch and the exposed sheep tail that stuck out right above it. Her arms were wrapped around the guy, tits flattened against his burly chest. Nikki couldn't see her face. It was buried in the opposite side of the plumber's neck, gnawing at it.

Nikki nearly jumped a mile. He froze where he stood, arms glued to his side, caprine eyes bugged out wide. Mortified shock wrenched his guts and held him in place. Every bit of his logical self screamed at him to get out of there, and yet he was too terrified of drawing any attention. His eyes darted his eyes from his mother to the plumber who he realized was a skunk. Tall, stocky, muscular, with a bushy tail and shaggy white hair. All so dreadfully familiar.

Then Zeke saw him.

He was turning his head to the right so that Melanie could have a better approach to his neck. His eyes were half closed, though they shot open once he saw a figure standing in the hall. Both men recognized each other at the same time and felt the icy stab of terror in their chests. Nikki was physically thrown back by the sight of his naked mother attached to his equally bare tormentor. He stumbled backwards into the bathroom door, just catching himself from falling on his ass by grabbing the door frame. There was the bump of him hitting the door and the squeak of hinges. A finger-shaking grip on the door frame was all that kept him upright as his legs began to melt beneath him. Looking into Zeke's terror-widened eyes gutted him with a knife of grief and betrayal.

Zeke did not have the luxury of reacting. His arms were still around Melanie and his penis was between her thighs. An inhale like he'd been chucked into a bath of ice water rolled into his chest and stayed there. His erection was robbed of him by a mind-numbing drop in blood pressure. Quite suddenly he wanted to rid himself of the woman he was attached to, her sexual caress more a source of discomfort than arousal.

Neither man spoke nor made another sound. Only the smack of Melanie's lips on Zeke's neck filled the void. Sudden action was expected from one another. Nikki imagined Zeke's shocked visage twisting into fury before he would gesture for Nikki to end the intrusion, an action typical to how he treated him in school. Zeke, for his part, prepared for the coming screams of indignance, the tears, and the demand for Zeke to get the fuck out.

There was none of that, and all remained still. That was until Nikki realized how exposed he was. The terror of being seen by his mother was somehow greater than seeing her with Zeke. He needed to hide. Already at the bathroom door, he hurriedly slid his way into the gap without a sound. Now hidden, he stood in the bathroom, back to the door, hand over his mouth, hunched over beneath the weight of what he had seen. No. No fucking way. What the fuck. The hand not covering his snout clenched over his chest so hard that it shook. His legs were still weak. He felt ready to collapse. The hand on his mouth went to the counter next to him so he could bring himself down to the floor. He did so slowly, trying not to breathe too loudly. The moment his butt hit the tile floor he slumped against the drawers and stared at the glass shower door where his dumbstruck reflection peered back at him. His fist was still clung to his shirt, pulling it down so that the lapel was beneath his collar. He couldn't let go. He mouthed soundlessly, "What the fuck?"

Zeke had watched him disappear, praying to God that he wouldn't make a noise. Nikki's clumsy-but-stealthy retreat into the bathroom was one small mercy, but it didn't separate him from the woman in front of him.

"Zeke?"

Her voice nearly ripped his heart out of his chest. He jumped hard and turned his head to see a concerned look on her face. His painfully dry throat gulped before he managed to squeak out a "Yeah?"

"Are you OK? You stopped humping me and you went soft."

She doesn't know. Oh, thank fuck, she doesn't know. But he wasn't out of the woods yet, not so long as her son lingered in the bathroom just across from them. "S-sorry. I got-" His voice was croaky. He cleared it with a heavy ahem. "Ahh... I got distracted."

She cocked an eyebrow. "By what? What could possibly distract you from me?" she teased. One hand grabbed his penis and started rubbing it up and down the crease between her thighs.

It got a rise out of him, but not enough for him to ignore Nikki's presence. "Sorry. Just... thinkin' about how much time we have."

"When do you have to be back?"

That's not what he meant, but mentioning Nikki's return would betray the situation, he thought. "Well, I have to bring the truck back by 5 when we close."

She smiled. "Then we have plenty of time. You can get this thing hard for me again, can't you?"

He was already in the process of doing so. "Y-yeah. If you keep doing that, for sure."

Nikki cringed inside the bathroom. Humping. Went soft. Get hard. That was his mother's voice saying those words in a tone he didn't ever wish to hear. And she was referring to Zeke, his bully, that asshole who liked to pick on him every gym class for how small he was. His mother, the most important person in his life, touching Zeke's penis. Rubbing it. Stroking it. Oh fuck... Sucking it. Zeke said it would get hard if she kept doing that. What was she doing? For fuck's sake, why was she doing it? He envisioned her giving him a handjob, or grinding her ass on it, that big, fat fuckstick he'd seen imprinted on Zeke's gym shorts in class.

Nikki's gut churned. There came a wave of nausea. He put the back of his wrist against his forehead. Fuck. Don't think about it. Say something. Fucking stop this shit. But he knew that wasn't going to happen, not with Zeke, the last person he'd confront. Zeke, that brutish hick who was built like a tank and had the cannon of one between his legs. I've seen it, in the locker room. Could never keep my eyes off it. Now it's in my mom. She's probably already done things to it. Put it in her mouth. She's about to put it in her...

Another wave of nausea, but something else too. The hand latched to his shirt slumped down his gut and into his lap. There was a lump in his britches, the beginning of his own erection. A buzz of embarrassment made him cringe. No. Go away. He squeezed it through his khakis to choke it, only to earn himself the first bite of pleasure. That's my mom in there, and that asshole Zeke. He's about to fuck her. With the reiteration of that fact came the image of them naked, face to face, that giant outline of his mom's ass standing out like a solar eclipse. He hadn't seen Zeke's cock (that word made his skin crawl), but he was certain it was jammed up against his mother's thighs, right next to her pussy. Something so disgusting shouldn't have excited him like that, but here he was bricked up in his pants. His jaw clenched. Stop! Why can't I stop?

He was spared the self-torment by the sound of his mother's voice. "There we go. That's what I wanted."

Zeke answered. "Yeah. Didn't take long, did it?"

"You think I'm that pretty?"

"Heh. I ain't gotta think a damn thing. I can see with my eyes, momma."

Nikki wanted to puke. He did not just call her 'momma'.

"I can feel with my paws, too," Zeke went on.

A purr of delight from Melanie. "I like it when you do that."

"Oh yeah? How about this?"

A soft gasp. "Ohhh... I don't know. Try it again." A moment of silence. "Mmm. I think I do like it, though I think anything you do to me will make me feel good."

"And there's a whole lot you can do to make me feel good too. Why don't we move things to the bed so we can do it?"

"Yes. Enough dry humping. I want you to fuck my brains out. Fill my pussy with that huge cock of yours."

Her words were like a buzzsaw to both men, Zeke more pleasantly. For Nikki it was more like revulsion and humiliation, and yet he felt his penis throb inside his increasingly tight grip. He realized how hard he was grabbing it. Worse still it was totally hard, bulging the fabric of his pants with the shape of his cock head. He let go, but the weight of arousal on his balls did not wane. He heard the squeal of bed springs as one of them moved to the mattress, presumably his mother.

Zeke's voice followed. "Get on your belly. I wanna give you a nice massage."

"I'd like that, but I think you've warmed me up enough already," Melanie said impatiently, though Nikki heard her complying.

Zeke chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I just wanna see that ass of yours some more. It's comin', don't worry."

"Well then look, boy. Stop wasting our time."

Nikki didn't want to imagine anything that was going on in there, but of course he did. He saw his mother lying prone, her fat rump on display for the skunk. Her haunches were parted, showing off the pink crease of her cunny and the charcoal black star just above it. Zeke was looming behind her, dick swinging between his legs. Those meaty paws of his grabbed her ass flesh and kneaded it like it was his. Nikki saw it as vividly as if he was watching. His pecker raged against the inside of his underwear, begging for freedom. His face was on fire. I gotta get out of here. Right now.

Then Zeke said something strange. "Yeah. You look reeeeeally sexy face down like that. Your ass is so pretty." He said it loudly, like he was announcing something. "Just stay like that. Let me touch you."

It clicked. He's helping me get out of here. The first thing Zeke had ever done for him. Maybe it'd been better if he didn't fuck his mom, but hey, this was a start. Nikki scrambled towards the door at the same time he heard Zeke mounting the bed. Zeke started humming cartoonishly like someone pretending to be focused on something. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know he was covering for noise. Nikki actually scoffed and shook his head. Idiot.

He peered through the door and looked into Melanie's room. He couldn't see either of them. In one fluid movement he stepped out into the hallway and made for the living room. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look, was the chant that barreled through his head as he tiptoed away. If only it was that easy. Melanie's room had a magnetic pull, one that twisted his head so that he was looking straight into it as he passed it. The bed was on the right, mostly hidden by the wall except for the foot. Zeke was kneeling there between Melanie's legs. He was hunched over, massaging her. If Nikki just snapped his attention ahead of him and kept moving he wouldn't have seen anything more.

Instead, he stopped moving. His gaze was fixed on Zeke's backside like it had been on Melanie's before. That enormously tall and fluffy skunk tail swayed above it, curled at its zenith like a question mark. Zeke was still humming that stupid hum, and yet Nikki was more focused on how his body would rock and forth as he massaged Melanie's hindquarters. The right edge of the door frame covered just about the rest of him. Nikki would have to get into a better spot if he wanted to see more.

And he wanted to see more.

Nikki fell into a crouch and made a quick move to the left side of the doorway. He hugged his side to the wall, just far enough away from the doorway so that he could see a sliver of the bed but not the two lovers on top of it. A slow creep brought a better look, and inch by inch the mattress peeled into view. This was all before he realized what he was doing or why. The shame of having Zeke fondle his mom still twanged in his stomach, and yet the burning curiosity that fueled his imagination and kept his erection humming brought him closer to the bedroom.

He saw Melanie first. Fortunately, she was on her belly like Zeke had announced, her face turned the other way. Zeke was behind her, between her legs. His massive paws glided up and down her back, rolling up the folds of her skin and swaying her body. Nikki's focus came to his glutes and the cumbersome white purse that hung below. Beyond that, cast in the shadow of Zeke's upper body, was a fabulously enormous pole. It hovered above Melanie's backside, swinging with every one of Zeke's movements. Nikki had caught glimpses of its shape before, and yet they failed to prepare him for Zeke's full immensity, let alone in the immediate presence of his mother's intimate end. Another throb took hold of Nikki's loins. Without thinking he latched his hand around his pole and squeezed it. He wasn't going anywhere.

Zeke was still humming, hoping to God Nikki had gotten the message and gotten the hell out of Dodge. Nikki didn't know it, but he'd planned on letting Melanie down by saying he'd changed his mind. No matter how hard his dick was or how much juice he'd teased out of her pussy, he wasn't about to torture Nikki by fucking his mom. He'd put the man through enough already; even he could recognize that. He turned his head towards the doorway, that tuneless song still humming through his nose along with a silent prayer that he'd been doing it long enough.

Apparently not, because he saw Nikki peeking at him from the hallway. Zeke scowled at first. What the fuck are you doing??? He would've shooed him away if his paws weren't currently glued to Melanie's butt. Nikki slid further behind the wall, but he did not leave. Does he want me to do this? He stared into Nikki's one eye for a moment longer, and his scowl softened. Wait. Does he really? Nikki didn't move. Oh my God. He does.

Nikki had witnessed his transitions from anger, to confusion, and finally to realization. He didn't know what Zeke was going to do next, whether he'd revert to indignation or smirk and shake his head. Instead he stopped humming and turned his attention back towards Melanie. Nikki tightened the clutch on his penis as another wave of arousal made his balls ache. He'd held off long enough. His hand came off his junk and undid the button. Then came down the zipper. He asked himself, boner in hand, Is this really happening?

It was. Zeke intended on making it so. He was grinning to himself while running his paws up Melanie's back. Don't worry, buddy. I'll give you a show. "How's that feel, momma? Have I made ya wait long enough?"

Melanie's head was turned to her left atop her two folded hands. She peered up at him with one eye. "I already told you I was ready to fuck. What are you waiting for?"

"Well..." I was hoping your sneaky son would skedaddle, but it looks like he's staying. Never had an audience before. Hope I can perform. "Like I said. I just can't get enough of ya."

"Enough of that talk. I want you inside me." If the impatient tone wasn't clear enough, the fierce heat radiating from her quim more than got the point across.

"Sure thing. How you want it, momma?"

Nikki was wriggling his fingers into the flap of his underwear when he started thinking up suggestions. Doggystyle. Cowgirl.

"I wanna be on my back," she said. "I want to see that handsome face of yours."

Zeke smiled. "Awww. I'm flattered. I wanna see your pretty face too, and some other parts of ya."

Zeke knelt upright so she could roll over. She did so lazily, her arms slumping at the sides of her shoulders with her tits falling apart from one another, leaving an enormous valley between. Those magnificent thighs were held aloft with the knees bent and her feet-hooves dangling in the air. She aimed her cunt at him, that astonishingly pink cavity split through a sea of dense black. Zeke loved what he saw, his eyes growing bright. He grabbed his penis and gave it some preparatory strokes while Melanie split her cunny apart with two fingers. That and the saucy look on her face were rather persuasive invitations.

Nikki felt the tension like a nuclear reactor ready to overheat and explode. His hand was all the way inside his underwear. He strangled his cock hard, all but ready to begin masturbating to the scandal being performed in his name. Seeing his mother shift into such a submissive position for Zeke's consumption nearly made him faint. The hand not bullying his willy gripped the doorframe so tightly that his nails scraped the paint. He saw the motion of Zeke pulling on his dick, but he did not do the same. He wouldn't, not until Zeke was inside Melanie.

The process started when Zeke levied his pole on Melanie's flower. He blanketed it from corner to corner, those chunky, black cunt petals hugging his cock muscle with volcanic heat. He felt his own shiver of need once more of her juices started coating his flesh. A clench of his floor muscle let free a glob of precum, the first of what was sure to be a white flood.

That reminded him. "Shit."

"What?" Melanie asked.

Yeah, thought Nikki, just as impatiently. What the fuck is it?

"You, uh... You want me to wear any protection? I don't have any."

It hit her like a ton of bricks. "Ah, shit. I forgot about that too." Just next to the bed in the nightstand drawer was an unopened box of Durex she'd purchased for this exact occasion. She was in no mood to make him get it, not when his cock was ready to make a roost of her. She shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We'll deal with that later." They probably won't fit him anyway.

Zeke cocked an eyebrow. "You sure?"

Nikki wondered the same.

She nodded. "Yes."

"You want me to pull out?"

"I want you to fuck me, is what I want you to do. Are you stalling for something?"

Well, I was earlier. "No ma'am."

"Alright then. Put that fat cock in me and fuck me stupid."

Zeke cackled. "Tell me how you really feel." He carefully arced his hips backwards, bringing his penis in line with her feminism. Her flesh went skwish as he applied himself, that girthy hammerhead flattening her pussy lips and then spreading them.

A sharp inhale sucked into Melanie. She was made dearly aware of just how big he was now that he was knocking at her door. Her tummy was in a knot. Tiny, quick breaths stuttered through her open mouth. She felt her tailhole pucker. A lick of the lips calmed her down somewhat. She held the head of his penis with one hand, ensuring his aim was steady and true.

"Be gentle," she said. "You could rip me in half with that thing."

Both Nikki and her anticipated a snarky remark along the lines of 'Oh, I intend to'. Instead he was much more cordial. "You got it, momma. Let Zeke take care of you." It was more of an assurance for their voyeur than for her. He snuck a quick glance at the doorway. Yup. Nikki was still there. This one's for you, buddy.

He christened her chalice with a slow shove of his hips, parting her flower until the head fell inside. They shared a gasp, Melanie's more dramatic and accompanied by a backwards lurch of the head. "Huhhhh... Ohhhh..." She kept her fingers around his pole as more of it crept inside of her, though the best metric of his insertion was how much of herself she felt stretching to match his girth. Her other hand rubbed the pubis where she could feel the density of his penis burrowing deeper. That blossoming pleasure of another man's touch, long neglected, pierced her loins and radiated throughout her lower body. It melted her spine into a steep curve, heaved her chest, and aimed her gaping mouth at the headboard. "Ohhhhhh, Zeke."

Zeke let out a hissing exhale through his nose. "Mmmmm, that's right, momma." He continued his gentle descent into her womanhood, intoxicating himself on that velvet grip. More of his shaft vanished until he had been absorbed to the hilt. He experienced his own body-wide wave of euphoria as her sleeve coddled him with a few involuntary quivers. Listening to her blissful retorts and watching her squirm made his heart swell with pride and satisfaction. His paws rubbed up and down the topside of her thighs and pinned them to his torso. "How's that feel?"

Her back slumped to the mattress so she could look down her torso where their bodies were meshed together. She rolled her feet-hooves in the air behind his head, an action Nikki witnessed. "So good..." she groaned, that one hand still fingering the space above her gaped cunny. "Fuck me, please. I haven't felt this in so long." Her timbre rang with the need of the truly touch-starved.

It cut Nikki the deepest, such a genuine plea for sexual satisfaction. That had never been his concern, he being her son and all, but now that it was here staring him in the face he was begging Zeke to deliver it to her. He saw him preparing to by adjusting his position. Zeke leaned his enormous body over her and grabbed her shoulders. Her legs widened into an obtuse V shape just beneath his armpits. The bed groaned beneath them, a sign of Zeke's weight and sexual potential.

Nikki wanted to see more. He very carefully got his feet beneath him and stood up. More of the two lovers came into view. Zeke's fat, white scrotum hung down the bottomside of Melanie's ass. He loomed over her like a predator about to deliver the coup de grace. Meanwhile, his prey lay beneath him, wholly open and eager for his advances. She rubbed and groped his biceps, both admiring them and coping with the great delight that made her pant and moan softly. Zeke's hips retreated and brought his cock out with it. It slid from her quim shiny with juices and strangled by lips. He made sure to bring it as far as he could without pulling out, demonstrating to mother and son the full magnitude of his masculinity, a pillar of flesh and virility holding utmost sway upon the woman woven around it. Nikki squeezed his own cock, easily dwarfed by Zeke's, and finally began to masturbate.

Phallus fully admired, Zeke performed the first thrust. It went in with a swooping hump, those broad hips connecting with Melanie's just hard enough for it to be heard. It was repeated after a backwards throw of his ass, this one slightly more emphatic. The following few each saw an increase in tempo and force until he'd established a rhythm of hearty plunges that made the whole of Melanie's lower body shake and jiggle. It echoed throughout the house. Shup. Shup. Shup. Shup. Shup. Shup. Shup.

Louder was Melanie. "Ohhhh! Huhhhh! Yes... So good... Huhhh..." Her legs rocked to the beat. She would wrap and unwrap them from around his torso. There she could feel the grind of his steely sinews. Most significant was the crunch of his abs and the clench of his glutes. He was so powerful. So big. Beneath him she did not feel unsafe or vulnerable but like she was the luckiest woman in the world. She moaned loudly.

It was almost as good as an experience for the other two. Zeke could find pleasure both in the squeeze of her pussy and in the theatrics he made her perform. Her face would contort while her mouth remained in a sensual O shape. The way her tits waved up and down her chest was intoxicating. Nikki was much more focused on Zeke and his method. He was brutishly large and yet he controlled himself with impressive fluidity. His lumbar was flexible and his buttocks were strong. That giant skunk tail of his waved in the air behind him. How his buttocks would dimple and how those fat orbs would smush into Melanie's open backside and send ripples through her flesh excited Nikki to no end. The pump of his fist on his cock was double the speed Zeke employed on Melanie. That was fair given the deficit in length between them.

Zeke made sure all of his was put to work, drilling Melanie to her sweetest depths and pulling back to the very last part of his fuck stick. With the meaty shup-shup of their pelvises colliding was the fleshy squelch of her feminism. It escalated with the buildup of her cream, now coagulated around the hilt of his piston in an incongruent ring of thickish ivory. More of it was pasted to his ballsack and thrown behind him in a shower of moist flecks that constellated the bed sheet. The valley between her haunches was soaked with it, her puckered tailhole not a full inch from the source.

The air was thick with sex, both the smell and sound. Nikki's nose crinkled at the miasma that wafted over to him. It elicited a throb in his member, both the luridness of the smell and the fact that it came out of his mother. More prevalent were her groans and occasional shout, all of it bent beneath the weight of her delight. "Ohhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Zeke! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me! Yes!"

Zeke expressed his own pleasure through a series of huffs and grunts. His grip on her shoulders was tight, just short of bruising her. Far from being bothered, she seemed to enjoy it with how she grabbed his forearms and felt the pronounced twitch of his tendons. "Hahhh... Yeah, momma. Let me hear how good that feels. Fuck... You feel so fucking good. Huh... Tight..."

Their remarks led Nikki to try and imagine the sensations, both to have a beautiful woman squealing beneath him and to be penetrated by such a well-hung stud. The two scenarios twisted into place within his mind, emulation helped by the scene in front of him. For a moment he closed his eyes to focus on the sounds his mother made and the more manly ones that would rumble out of Zeke. His own pleasure flared and he started to beat his dick harder. The tiny whimpers he made were drowned out by Melanie's voice. She made a particularly loud retort, short of a scream, that made Nikki open his eyes. His fantasy had been brief, replaced rather rudely by the sight of his bully breeding his mother. And yet his pleasure did not wane and the speed with which he stroked his dick was kept steady.

What increased was the volume and pitch of Melanie's moans. The ecstasy of her expression steepened and her mouth opened even wider so that the noise came seamlessly. She hollered something in Spanish, her mother tongue brought to the surface by a crumbling cognition. Zeke had himself a laugh. "What was that, momma?"

It took her a little bit to regain the focus necessary to speak English. "Huhhhhhhh! Huhhhhh... I'm close! Uhhhhhh! I'm gonna cum! Yes! Ohhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum!"

The announcement was like a shot of adrenaline to Nikki. Zeke was giving his mother an orgasm right in front of him. The very idea was staggering, almost knocking him back down to his knees. He bit his lip and choked back a grunt as his hand became a blur on his crotch. He didn't realize it, but he was exposing more of himself in the doorway until he could watch them with both eyes. If either of the lovers had looked they would've seen his sheepish face and shoulder peeking from behind the wall, his body shaking as he masturbated.

Neither of them did, especially not Zeke who had become entirely focused on making Melanie cum. He set upon the task with vigor, the force of his thrusts signaled by the sound they made. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. SHUP. Melanie's moans grew even higher and louder alongside the continuous ascent towards climax. Zeke encouraged her. "That's right, momma! Mmph. Cum on this dick for us." It was an accidental reference to Nikki's presence, one Melanie was too far gone to notice.

"Huhhhh! Huhhhhhh!!! HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" At the peak of her ecstasy her cries plummeted suddenly into a horrid, throaty caterwaul. Her spine snapped into a steep curve as the muscles in her thighs and buttocks started spasming. From her angrily clenching cunt gurgled a surge of cream which smeared itself across Zeke's pistoning cock. "HEEEUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHUUUUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh~~~!!!"

It ripped a hole in Nikki's heart. His jaw clenched and his eyes scrunched. He hissed through his teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.!" On the verge of his own orgasm he spun away from the door, planted his back to the wall, and jutted his hips forward with his hand ablaze across his pecker. "Hrnnnn~!" Out spewed a thin rope of cum, jettisoned with such force that it splatted the wall opposite. He continued stroking hard and fast, forcing out each successive spurt onto the carpet. By the time his hand came to a stop there was a milky constellation scattered across the floor. Nikki panted hard, face blushing, body alight with euphoria.

This was while Melanie was still cumming her brains out and Zeke was still working to bring out his own. The achievement of making Melanie climax dumped fuel on his fiery pleasure, now ready to explode. "Hahhhhhh, shit. I'm gonna cum." he growled through gritted teeth. "About to cum! Yes!"

Through her waning delight Melanie was able to offer her blessing. "Huhhhh... Yes... Cum inside me. Zeke... Ohhhhh! Do it!"

Nikki had come off his high. Sobriety upon him, heart beating fast, he returned to the doorway and looked all the way inside. Though his cock was going limp, his hand was still wrapped around it. Holy shit. Do it. Cum inside her.

Zeke obeyed them both. With one final slam he glued his hips to hers and let out a heart-shivering roar. "HYUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" His cock tip erupted at the very gate of her womb, the first surge of cum striking her full force. More followed in surges powered by the angry throb of his cock muscle. He delivered it all as deeply as he could, his glutes clenched so hard that they shook.

It was like a second orgasm for Melanie. She joined his barbaric growl with another loud moan. She felt his love beat across her womanhood and fill her womb. The heaviest shudder yet blew through her body, a wave of joy sending her flying, it felt like. Her legs wrapped around Zeke's torso and kept him pinned there until he was done cumming. With his every throb and gush she felt more and more like a woman.

Nikki was struck by the ferocity of Zeke's climax. He saw his eggs contract in their purse, signaling the burst of seed into his mother's cunt. Nikki thought about how it might have gotten her pregnant. A not-insignificant part of him wished it had, the same part of him he'd been forced to confront ever since his erection started to build when he was hiding in the bathroom. He let go of his penis finally and waited for the two lovers to unlink. It took a few moments as they caught their breath.

Zeke was panting loudly before he started to chuckle. "Goddamn... Holy fucking shit... That was awesome. Fuck. Hahahhh..."

Melanie felt like she had melted into the mattress. Her hands fell from Zeke's arms and came to rest on the flanks of her head. The afterglow was resplendent, leaving her legs in a half numb twitch. Zeke's cock, now going soft, still sat deep inside her, ensuring that her pleasure would not fade entirely.

Eventually she found the strength to laugh. She rubbed the space above her cunny. "Mmmmm, oh yes... I needed that so much. So amazing. Mmph... I haven't cum like that in years. Maybe not ever."

Zeke cackled and patted her tummy. "Happy to help, momma. Don't think I have either." He grabbed the hilt of his penis and scooted back on his knees to pull out. It slopped out of her loose and wet. A wreath of her pussy cream was swamped around the base of his shaft and the frontside of his scrotum. More of it was plastered along her cunt lips and the inside of her thighs. An enormous wet spot had darkened the sheets in front of her ass. It was a beautiful sight, one Zeke wouldn't leave hidden. He turned to his right and scooted aside for Nikki to see. His two fingers split her flower apart into a diamond shape, exposing the shiny pink that lined her womanly cavern and the dainty pearl at its summit. Beyond it Melanie breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling at a drawn out pace.

Nikki stared straight into it, mesmerized by the sexual filth Zeke had vandalized it with. His tummy was in a vice, caught in the colliding storm of resurging arousal and crippling revulsion. Gnarly as the sight was, it was tame compared to what Nikki expected. He had braced for an oil spill draining onto the sheets. This was much easier to handle than that, leaving him slightly disappointed. That was until what was still inside started coming out.

Plblblphh

That nasty, wet belch echoed through the bedroom the same moment a giant white slug of Zeke's nut sloughed out of her. It came down the crack of her ass in a looooong, slovenly ooze. Melanie had herself a gasp as the decadently warm nectar bled across her tailhole. The resulting exhale was a huff which gurgled forth another loose blob of cum.

Nikki gasped sharply and rolled back behind the wall with the back of his fist clamped over his mouth. Zeke heard him and whipped his head towards the doorway. It was empty, thank God. His heart was pounding. You gotta be quieter than that, buddy.

Melanie saw him looking. "What is it?"

Zeke snapped his attention back to her and forced a smile. "Oh, nothin'. Just wondrin' what time it is and how much I got left."

Melanie purred, seemingly ignorant of her son's presence, still. "We still have plenty of time. Nikki isn't home until after five."

Yeah, about that. "That's right."

She smirked. "Plenty of time for another round, if you have one in you."

Zeke raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? You want some more, momma?" He picked up his flaccid penis and gently tapped the head on her pussy. Plap plap plap. "'Cause I sure got some more, if you want it."

That got a happy squirm out of her. "Give it to me. I want every drop you can spare."

"Sure thing. Just let me get hard again. Might take me a little. Got a lot of blood to pump."

She giggled. "I know you do. I can help you with that, if you'd like."

"I definitely would. Here..." He scooted back in front of her and repositioned her legs so that they were almost together and pointed straight in the air. His penis was laid between her thighs which he closed. He hugged his arms around her legs and started humping. A heavy twitch made the fur of his tail floof out. "Mmmm, that'll get me going," he said while smiling at her from behind her calves.

Melanie scoffed. "You really like my thighs that much?"

"Of course I do! Best pair I've ever had the pleasure of lookin' at, let alone touch." He ran his paws up and down those onyx columns, each one adorned in wondrously soft skin. His calloused paw pads whispered along and dimpled her flesh. He gave them a squeeze around his cock. "Damn. I'd like to live the rest of my life between these."

"I'm sure you would, but I'd much rather you spent that time making me cum."

"Yeah, I can do that too."

Nikki was listening, noting how casual their conversation had become, almost like a married couple. It was still laden with the raunchy sex talk one would expect, but the delivery was something more laid back than lustful. This isn't going to be a one time thing, Nikki realized. She's really enjoying it. That much had been made clear with her screaming orgasm. With his horny in check, Nikki asked himself again, Why's she doing this? Why with him of all fucking people? I told her about him, and this is what she does? Is she doing this for me?

He looked down at his pecker. It was half shriveled back into his pelvis, a clot of manhood almost concealed by the pink and black pubes that sprouted at the root. A drop of cum was stuck to the tip; much more was pasted to the floor and wall. Fuck. I'm going to have to clean that up, but that'll make too much noise. He dared to peek back into the bedroom and saw Zeke humping Melanie's thighs. It was the best chance to sneak to the kitchen, grab some cleaning supplies, and take care of the mess he made. But he didn't do any of that. He stayed there, half his face eclipsed by the doorway, just like it had been. His hand made a slow return to his penis so that he could join Zeke in putting an end to their refractory periods.

Zeke did not check to see if he was there, not while he and Melanie were making eye contact. By some sixth sense he knew the little guy was still there to witness round two as eagerly as Zeke would perform it. It'd be easier for everyone if you left right now, buddy. Haven't you had your fill?

Melanie saw the concerned look on Zeke's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering... Uh..."

"You can say it," she said in a motherly tone Nikki was used to.

"Yeah, I was just wondering. If Nikki catches us doing this, what should we do? Like, what would you say to him?"

Nikki's heart fluttered. He leaned his ear towards the door. I wanna hear this.

Melanie was quiet at first. It wasn't something she'd pondered, though she knew she should've. "I think I'd say I was sorry he had to see this. That I was doing it because I was worried about him and that I wanted him to be safe." Melanie looked Zeke in the eye. "I'd make sure he knew that I wasn't doing it for you and that I don't like you. I'm doing it because I love him."

The flutter in Nikki's heart intensified. The ache of betrayal started to relax, finally. His lip quivered and he bit back a sob with his fist over his mouth. Mom...

"I don't want to think about it," Melanie went on. "He won't be coming back until later, and even if he does we'll hear him."

Oh, will we now? He never thought he'd feel relief from being told by a woman that she didn't like him and yet it soothed some of the guilt. "Yeah, I figured something like that. Makes sense."

"No offense," she said.

"None taken," he said with a relaxed smile.

"Now, are you hard yet? I'm ready to cum again."

Zeke realized he was still humping into her thighs and had been doing so automatically throughout their chat. "Oh damn. Let's see." He peeled her legs to check the status of his erection. It was getting hard, but it wasn't quite the level needed for penetration. "Just give me a few. We're gettin' there."

Melanie pouted. "I think you can get there faster if you let me help you."

"You are helping me."

"Yes, but I have a much better way."

"Oh yeah? Show me."

Both men thought she would start fellating him but instead she flipped around and rose on her hands and knees. She flattened her cheeks on his hips with that girthy, wet snake gliding up the top corner of her crack. It brushed through her fuzzy sheep tail which she flicked rapidly, tickling him. He saw half of a very saucy smile. "Will this do the trick?" she purred.

Some pain bit into his shaft. "Heh. It just might." He rewarded her with a clench of his floor muscle, bouncing his penis off the summit of her ass and then letting it return with a meaty flop. His paws came to her hips and massaged them thoroughly. One would run along the length of her back while its twin laid worship on her haunch. Melanie rolled and grinded on him, those voluptuous half globes moving his cock along as they gyrated, rolled, and jiggled. It got him hard, alright. Same for her son whose hand was back to work in his pants.

Back at full staff, Zeke pulled back so that his pecker fell level with her cunt. One paw kept it steady until their sexes collided again. He was back inside her with a soft shove. Melanie moaned. Down to the balls he went, feeling the double cushion of her ass pressed against him and the ever-so-sweet choke of her womanhood

"Ohhhhh~" sighed Melanie, delighting herself on his pillar and the gentlemanly way his paws traveled around her backside. She leaned forward on her hands and knees, pulling herself up his pole and then coming back. With the squelch of her pussy wer the soft murrs of delight, music to both men's ears.

Zeke was happy to relinquish control. He held his lower back with one paw and sifted his claws through the velvet skin of her back with the other. "That's it, momma," he said in a low voice. "Throw that ass back for me."

Melanie obeyed at a pace just quick enough to make her breasts swing. She pouted. "Ohhhh... It's rude to talk to a lady like that... Mmmm..."

"Oh yeah? Is it rude to do this too?" The paw on her back came out, open-palmed, and flew through the air to land a heavy swat across her right buttock. Swack!

The noise clapped through the air with enough suddenness to make Nikki jolt. His teeth clenched. It sounded like it hurt. She didn't ask for that, you fucking dolt. Melanie squeaked from surprise, but did not stop or slow down her ride along Zeke's cock. She bit her lip. "Nnnnnnnn...Yes... Very rude..."

"Yeah, I know it is. Want me to do it again?" Zeke asked, tone thrumming with authority.

She whimpered her answer, barely hard enough for Nikki to hear. "Yes..." Zeke didn't hesitate. His paw came back and threw her another spank, heavier this time.

SWACK!

"Unnnhhh~!"

"That's it, momma. I know you like it."

SWACK!

"Huhhhh!"

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?"

"Yes~!" she stammered, her back and forth accelerating.

"That's fucking right you are."

SWACK!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm~"

Nikki's heart sped up with each spank. His cheeks were on fire, the jaw muscles behind them tight like piano wire. The hand not furiously cranking his dick was balled into a fist on the wall. Stop that, you piece of shit. She's not a bad girl. And yet here she was getting fucked by her son's bully, begging for his cock, willing to risk discovery so she could have another orgasm. If there was ever a bad girl, it was the most important woman in Nikki's life, and when a girl is bad she needs to be punished. That deeply painful fact just made him masturbate even harder, so much so that the skin of his cock started to chafe.

Zeke had no such issue within the squelching wet tunnel that was Melanie's cunt. He took immense pleasure in watching those grossly parted lips slide down his pillar, leaving it slick in her juices. Through the onyx black of her skin he could see a faint welt in the shape of his paw. The way her ass jiggled was supremely gratifying, short of only when he made her cum. Speaking of, he had plans of doing just that. He laid a firm paw on Melanie's upper back to stop her.

"Why don't you let me take care of things, momma? You took all that stress off, let me take the rest."

She was breathing hard, each exhale coming as a moan. With a whine she rolled her hips on him. "Yes... Please. Fuck me and make me cum again~"

"You got it, momma." Zeke took hold of her hips again. He pushed her forward and withdrew her hips. With his cock head on the verge of her cunny he pulled her back and thrusted. There was the shup of their bodies colliding and the ruder thhhp of her pussy being stuffed. Melanie resumed her moaning while Zeke resumed fucking her. He coordinated the push and pull of her body with the delivery of his thrusts. Mechanical and precise, he struck a slow cadence that was more focused on the journey than the destination, though they would both get where they needed to go in time.

Nikki could tell as much by the noise his mother was making. Though not as bombastic as when she was on her back, it was no less droning with the passion of a woman on the road to climax. He had a hard time focusing on just one facet of their coital dance, there was so much going on. There was the in and out of Zeke's huge pink rod into her cunt which would cave in on each plunge and then distend when he pulled back. Zeke's muscular rump was in action as always, powering his austere thrusts. Those ginormous mitts were all over Melanie's rump, rubbing and honking them at the same time he maneuvered her body. Just as eye catching was Melanie, the wobble of her thighs and backside demanding the most of Nikki's gaze. It was not enough to make him ignore how her breasts swayed or the way her head would swoon and lurch backwards. He saw just the edge of her face, enough to know how twisted it was from her ecstasy.

Even if he couldn't see anything, he would've known from her expressing as much. "Ohhhhhh! Huhhhhh... So fucking good... Yes... Huhhhh..."

"Mmmmmm, I think so too, momma," Zeke growled. He faintly recalled wondering what she looked like naked with his paws on her hips while he clapped her ass from behind. He didn't have to wonder anymore. "God, you're so fucking beautiful. Hrmmmm... I wanna fuck you forever."

His kind words, however crass their delivery, were an added surge to her good feelings. A doleful sigh belted out of her. "Yes! Huhhhh... I want you... Ohhhh... I want you inside me forever too..."

Zeke huffed. "Yeeeeaaah. That's right. Good girl. Hnnn..."

They went on for some time, sharing remarks as kind as they were raunchy. Nikki would concur silently, the assault on his penis measuring just how much he approved. The low growl of Zeke's voice and the crackling moans coming from Melanie worked together in a motley harmony. The plap-plap of her cheeks formed the percussion. The fup-fup of Nikki's hand was the applause. Melanie's lyrics split into Spanish, Zeke having fucked the English out of her again. A swell in pitch came when her arms failed beneath her, letting her chest, head, and shoulders slump to the bed below. She spouted something in Spanish, not a word of which Zeke understood, and yet the message was perfectly clear.

"Yeah, momma. Cum for me. Be a good girl and- Mgmmmm... Let it all out." A wince struck his mien as his body was receiving the same message. "Ahhhh... I'm gonna cum too... Huhhh! Fuck!"

In their growing fever pitch of bodily delight Nikki raced to join them. He'd broken into a sweat, the furious pump of his arm having brought a fatigue into his muscles. His groans could hide under the soaring wail of his mother's impending climax, but whatever fluids he released had to be contained. In his rush to completion he grabbed the front of his work shirt and pulled it down over his lap. The fabric bulged and bounced over his beating fist. His knees were in a slight bend and his teeth were sunken into his lip. A tiny grunt bleated out of him. "Fuck!"

Zeke and Melanie came in tandem. Her shrill howls were trilled by the sudden onset of spasms that rocked her thighs and glutes. Her hips bucked and humped chaotically, that little spit of tail wool trembling on top of it all. Zeke joined her with another loud growl, one that split off into an emotional shout. A bliss hotter than his previous climax ripped through his cock as it unloaded another geyser of love onto Melanie's womb. He too suffered a bout of quakes that caused him to hump like wild. The ardent clench of her cunt fed into his orgasm, and the throb of his cock into hers.

Nikki was not far behind. "Hyeeeuuggghhhh~!" A body-wide shake of muscles nearly made his legs collapse from underneath him as he started spewing into his shirt. He pulled on them both harder, intensifying his ejaculation and stretching the polo taut so that it was stretched over his cock tip. Cum splatted around the crown of his penis and permeated through the fabric. In just a few spurts he'd built a giant wet spot that clouded the bottom portion of his shirt and was visible even through the dark color. He was lucky that the bedroom reeked with Zeke and Melanie's sex; his smelled just as strong.

The two lovers were stuck catching their breath on the bed, the extreme afterglow rendering them immobile. Melanie slumped forward, off Zeke's penis, and rolled onto her side. She whimpered pitifully, grabbing her buttock and pulling on it while the odd twitch and quiver would strike her leg muscles. There was another gross sound as Zeke's cum belched out of her pussy. She felt it ooze down her upper thigh, all the way down to the sheet where it puddled.

"Uhhhhhhhh... Uhhhhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhh God..."

Zeke would've shot a wisecrack if he wasn't so exhausted. A wonderful thing, seeing a quivering woman leaking his seed. Almost as good as making it happen. His penis was slumped down his scrotum, lathered in both their cum. It was down for the count. "Fuck... Huhhhh... Holy shit... Huhhh... That was awesome. Oh my God..." He laid a paw on Melanie's buttock. "Don't think I gotta ask if you enjoyed that, do I?"

Melanie, her eyes closed, started to laugh. Zeke laughed with her. She looked up at him, a drunken look on her face. Her hand swam in a sensual circle on the back of his paw. "Yes. I love it. You fuck so good~"

"And you make me feel like a man. Best sex I've ever had." He didn't think any woman would be better than her. He was correct in assuming she thought the same about him. It was a high they would both be chasing for the rest of their lives.

Nikki wasn't even having sex and yet he felt the same way. He was back against the wall, trying to breathe without making too much noise. His head was swimming and his cock was leaking. It had gone soft again, and he let go of it. Bringing his hand from out his shirt he saw how much cum he'd plastered to it. A thin film shined on the flank of his finger and thumb. The smell was strong enough to make his nose crinkle. It reminded him of the cum he'd let loose earlier on the wall and carpet. He sprang into action, peeling off one shoe and the sock beneath it to hastily wipe up all the pearls he could find. What he'd spit onto the wall dabbed up with extra care so as not to ruin the paint.

Zeke knew he was out there. I have to stall her so he can leave, was his first thought until he remembered how that plan had failed already. If he couldn't trust Nikki to leave on his own, he was going to have to help him. He looked down at the growing dark spot on the sheet where their sex fluids had accumulated. "Looks like we made a mess! Think we oughtta take a shower and get ourselves clean."

Melanie squirmed her legs. "Mmmm, I'd love to, but I don't think I can walk," she said before laughing. "I can barely feel my legs. It might take me a few minutes."

That worked out for Zeke. "OK! Don't worry. Tell you what. Let me start up the shower and get it hot for us. I'll let you know when it's ready. You stay here and just relax. OK, momma?"

She smiled at him. "OK."

He smiled back and gave her a pat on the thigh. When he got off the bed and turned around his smile immediately vanished. This is gonna suck. He gathered his discarded clothes from the floor and bundled them into his arms. He prayed to God that Nikki wouldn't be there when he stepped into the hallway, but found the sheep-goat with a cum-stained polo, unzipped pants, and only one shoe on. The two men looked at each other, a heart-clenching atmosphere crackling between them. Zeke's expression bore the weight of his guilt. Nikki's was mostly blank. Agonized by the awkward situation, Zeke pointed at the bathroom door. Nikki nodded and headed towards it. Zeke followed him. Here we go...

The two men filed into the bathroom. Zeke closed the door behind them. Nikki stood at the center of the room, conscious of his unzipped pants, the blot of cum on his shirt, and Zeke's full-body nudity. The shower was behind a glass door which Zeke opened. He turned it on, drowning the bathroom with the fuzz of running water so Melanie couldn't hear. Clutching his clothes tightly to his chest, he turned towards Nikki.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," Nikki said back.

"You, uh... You OK?" He struggled keeping his eyes off Nikki's cum-splotched shirt.

Nikki faced a similar struggle with Zeke's penis, still wet with his mother's cum. "Yeah. I'm alright." He rubbed his eye with his knuckle and realized for the first time how tired he was. "So, you just came over to do plumbing?"

"Y-yeah. I-" He cleared his throat. "I got a call. Melanie- your mom... she asked for me by name. She... She wanted to talk."

Well, you did a lot more than just fucking talk. "About you and me, I'm assuming."

Zeke cringed. "Yeah. I'm... I'm sorry, dude. I..." He realized he was still clinging on to his clothes. He felt awkward holding them, but he felt less naked that way. "I never meant to hurt you. Like... I wasn't trying to mess with you like that." Everything he said felt like an excuse. That's because they were. He felt like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag.

Nikki was too tired to let him know how he really felt, though a great deal of it was already expressed across his polo. "Hey, don't worry about it."

That just made Zeke feel worse. "I won't give you a hard time anymore, and I'll make sure nobody else does either, I swear. That's what your momma wanted."

Nikki furrowed his brow. "I said don't worry about it."

Zeke, who was bigger than Nikki in every single metric, cowered. "Sorry."

Nikki relaxed and rubbed his eye again. "Look. You make my mom really happy. We've been alone for a long time and you're like... the first guy in ever she's shown any... of that to." He stopped rubbing his eye and looked at Zeke. "Just don't fuck this up for her. She's been hurt before. We've been hurt before. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, but if you wrong my mother, I swear to God..." He left the threat there, leaving Zeke to imagine the rest.

Zeke shook his head. "Don't worry. I won't. I'll do whatever y'all need me to. I promise."

That "whatever" most likely entailed fucking Nikki's mom, at least as far as he could tell. And I can't pretend I didn't enjoy it. "Yeah, good. Thanks."

The guilt twisted deeper into Zeke's sternum. "Don't thank me yet."

Nikki sniffled and rubbed his eyes one last time with the bottom of his palms. "Alright. I'm gonna go. I'll be back in a few hours. Power went out at work." He looked down at his shirt. Can't go out looking like this. "Guess I'll just... hang out in my car somewhere."

Zeke was about to offer his own work shirt, but realized it would leave himself topless. "Alright. I know I said it already, but... I'm sorry."

Nikki took a deep breath. "I know, dude. I know." Silence followed from there, leaving the two men to stand apart from one another in the growing steam of the shower, the smell of their sex products still lingering. Nikki's gaze fell to Zeke's pecker again. Melanie's cream was plastered to the hilt and his balls. Alabaster nut was streaked down the shaft with a glob of it still trapped in the slit.

Zeke caught him looking and went to cover it with his clothes. "Sorry, I-"

"No. Don't be. I've seen plenty already." Today and in the gym.

"Y-yeah."

"You, uh... You're gonna wash that off?" he said before realizing what he was asking.

Zeke didn't know what he was referring to at first until Nikki looked up at him from his crotch. "Oh! Uh, yeah. I mean... I was going to." He frowned. "Why?"

Nikki was quiet. "I don't know. I think I wanted to..." He was stopped by the clench of his throat. A deep shade of blush befell his cheeks.

Then it clicked. "Oh! I mean-" Zeke coughed into his fist. His heart started to race again. "I mean, yeah. I'd appreciate it. If you want to."

Nikki gulped. "Yeah. I do."

Zeke fought back a grin. He set his clothes on the sink counter next to him, fully exposing the splendor of his chest. "Yeah. Go ahead, man."

Nikki suppressed his own little smile. He took a step forward and came to his knees, face to face with that cum-lathered sex organ. He thought he could see his reflection in the glistening sheen. Every shape and contour of Melanie's cream stood out to him, that and the highway of veins that textured Zeke's cock. The smell was like a sucker punch to the nose, making his own penis twinge even after it had spent itself dry. He laid two meager hands on Zeke's thighs, let his lips fall apart, and planted a kiss on the head.

It was a bolt through the loins for Zeke, more sudden than anything Melanie had given him. A snort blew through his nose, though he remained mostly silent while the little sheep-goat began lapping up the aftermath of such rampant coitus. His tongue was a tiny pink paddle that ran up the whole of Zeke's penis. It swam around the tip slit, sweeping away the last of his most recent orgasm. Across it all was Melanie's feminine liqueur, the mother lode of which lay at Zeke's hilt and fuzzy purse.

Once clean, Nikki swallowed and wiped his lips. He stood up, that subtle smile at the forefront of his tired expression. Zeke felt the chill of his spit even in the growing humidity of the bathroom. A deep blush colored both men's faces. "Whew... Thanks," huffed Zeke.

"Forget about it," said Nikki, mouth thrumming with a taste he wouldn't soon forget.

Toothy smile resurgent, Zeke thought it safe to crack a joke. "Must be tough having such a hot mom."

Nikki's smile faltered. "Actually, it hasn't caused me any problems until now."

Zeke lost his grin too. Shit. "Damn. Uh..."

Knock-knock-knock.

"Zeke?"

Both men jolted at Melanie's voice. Zeke whipped around and looked at the door. "Yeah?"

"Are you OK in there?"

"Y-yeah! Almost ready." He turned towards Nikki to tell him to go, but he was already at the window, unlocking it. He slid it open and put one leg out the door. "Hey," Zeke whispered.

Nikki stopped. "Yeah?"

"See you at school Monday."

Nikki nodded, his smile halfway back. "Yeah." Then he slipped the rest of the way outside and closed the window. He ran away towards the front of the house, disappearing from Zeke's view.

Sighing with relief, Zeke stepped into the shower and into the spray. He hissed at how hot it was and quickly turned it down a few degrees. Once it was the appropriate temperature, he let the water spill down his head and shoulders, flattening the shaggy mop of white hair and the black and white fur that covered the rest of him. He leaned on one elbow against the tile wall, assuming what he hoped was a sexy position.

"Alright. We're ready," he called out.

Melanie opened the door and stepped inside to find him in the shower, wearing nothing but a suave smile. She laughed. "It took you that long to get like that?"

Zeke shrugged. "Had to decide what was the best lookin' pose. How's this one?"

She waltzed into the shower with him and closed the door behind her. "It could be the dumbest thing you could come up with and I'd still find it sexy."

Zeke chortled. "Same to you, momma."

The two of them embraced softly and began to make out under the water. Hands around one another, they pressed their bodies close. Melanie felt his limp member against her thigh, purposely bumping into it on occasion so that he would tense. Nikki, meanwhile, was driving away from his house, unsure of where to go or of what to do. His shirt still reeked of cum, the taste of which was imprinted on the back of his throat. The shock of the past hour still rang in his mind, leaving him in a sort of stupor. What emotion he felt, joy, betrayal, anger, humiliation, sexual satisfaction, a conglomerate of all, a combination of some, or none whatsoever, was indecipherable. Out of all those, however, there was one he certainly didn't feel. For the coming Monday when he had gym class with Zeke, he harbored no anxiety or worry. For the first time since the school year started, he felt safe.

Zeke and Melanie broke their kissing and started cleaning one another. Melanie could further admire the many edges and corners of Zeke's muscles while he in turn could scrub his paws through the great range of soft curves and assets that defined her. Once they'd rinsed themselves of the suds they resumed making out, less focused on the touch of their bodies than the mesh of their lips.

Melanie purred. "I couldn't have imagined I'd enjoy today as much as I did, you know. I thought you would come over, fuck me, and cum in less than a minute like some idiot brute."

That got a chuckle out of him. "Oh yeah? And I couldn't have thought I'd come over and have sex with a beautiful thing like you. It's like porn in real life. Plumber comes over and fucks the lady 'cause she don't got no money."

She frowned. "Shit. That reminds me. How much do I owe you?"

He shook his head. "Not a damn thing. I'll cover this no problem. You already paid me several times over."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes ma'am. Ain't no problem at all."

She smiled and pecked him on the nose. "Thank you." Her hand crept around to his groin. "So you'll protect Nikki for me now?"

"Damn right I will. As best I can. Ain't me or any other fellow gonna give him a hard time anymore, at least as long as we're in the same school. I'll protect him."

Her hand came to his crotch. Her fingers came around the whole of his package. "Good, because if you don't..." Melanie's hand scrunched into a fist around his junk. Zeke's entire body was torn through by a shockwave of pain, one that straightened his spine and threw his mouth open into a silent, agonized gasp. "I'll fucking rip your balls off and feed them to you," hissed the woman with his life in her hands. She closed her face on him, teeth clenched, eyes slanted with wrath. She spoke in a low hiss, barely louder than the running shower. "I don't care how good you fuck. Do whatever you want to me, I don't care. But if you bully my son again, it'll be the last mistake you ever make." She tightened her squeeze and pulled. His testes went taut on their cords, bringing a squeak out of him. Her threat continued in a ferociously growled Español. "Te mataré y lo disfrutaré, sucio zorrillo."

Zeke trembled like a leaf, all of his sensations blown out by the sphincter-clenching agony that bombarded his nads. The breath was trapped in his throat, his voice swung into a few extra octaves. "Hah! Hah! Hah! OK! OK! Yes ma'am! I promise! Hah!"

Her scorn evaporated into geniality. She let go of him, leaving him to double over and cover his beleaguered jewels. "Good! I trust you to take care of him then."

Zeke stayed where he was with his paws folded between his thighs. "Yeah... Yeah... Fuck... Yes ma'am... Huh..."

She lifted his chin and gave him a peck on the nose. "Good boy. Now let's get out of here. I'm starting to soak."

The pair got out and dried off. Zeke put his clothes back on while Melanie put on a white silk robe. They migrated to the kitchen where Zeke grabbed his utility belt from the table. His balls still rang from Melanie's grip, causing him to hiss every so often. "So, uh... When will I be seeing you again?"

Melanie was leaning back on the kitchen counter, watching him. "Oh, I don't know. My sink is awfully old and leaky. It just might start acting up every weekend when Nikki is working. I'll be sure to call you by name."

Zeke grinned. "Shoot. Don't gotta call Dyall's. I'll give you my number and I'll be happy to do it personally whenever you need me to." I might give Nikki my number too, while I'm at it.

"I would like that," she said. "I would like that a lot."

Hours later Nikki came home at the time he normally would have. The time had been spent in the parking lot of the nearby mall. He browsed on his phone for one hour and took a nap. Coming back, he kept the stained part of his shirt tucked in his khakis. It had dried mostly and the smell was gone, though he wasn't going to risk his mother seeing it by wearing it for too long. The plumbing truck was gone when he came back. His mother was still home.

She greeted him at the front door in her favorite silk robe. "There he is!" she said with her arms open, the majority of her cleavage exposed. A great big hug was given which Nikki returned, if weakly. After a fat smooch on the cheek she asked, "How was work?"

Pretty easy since we closed early. "Alright. Not too busy. There was an accident on the road. Guy knocked out the power." Nikki smelled and heard something cooking in the kitchen, rumbling his empty stomach.

Melanie gasped. "Oh no! Was anyone hurt?"

"I don't think so. Wasn't too bad." His eyes wandered to the hallway. "Mind if I change real quick? I'm pretty tired."

"Of course! Get comfortable. Dinner will be ready shortly." She turned around and went to the kitchen.

His gaze fell to the shape of her rump. It was hidden behind a pearlescent curtain of robe and yet he saw the luscious grind of her buttocks as if she were nude. He blinked and looked elsewhere before heading to the hallway. Passing her bedroom he saw that the sheets were removed. The smell of cum was gone, replaced by a heavy fog of cleaner and air freshener. Both her room and the hallway had both been steam cleaned. He looked at the places where his ejaculation had hit. There wasn't anything he noticed. If she saw anything, she would've thought it was Zeke's, he told himself before heading to the bathroom and taking a long, hot shower.

He put on some sweatpants and a loose T-shirt when he was done. A pleasant conversation was had at the dinner table. Neither participants exhibited signs of anything out of the ordinary. Nikki asked what she did all day, to which she shrugged.

"Cleaned the place up. Thought the carpet was getting dirty."

"Yeah," Nikki said. "It was."

"I think there's a leak in the sink," she added.

"Oh yeah?"

She nodded. "Mmhmm. I might call a plumber to look at it."

Nikki was quiet for a moment before chuckling softly. "Yeah. I think you should."

After dinner he told her how tired he was and that he was going to take a nap. She told him to go right ahead and that she would clean everything up. Once in his bedroom Nikki stripped nude and swaddled himself in his comforter. His eyes were closed when he heard the door creak open. He looked and saw his mother standing in the doorway.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said, smiling softly. "I just wanted to see if you were asleep."

"I'm about to be."

"I know." She came into his room, walked up to his bed, then planted a motherly kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

The heat of her lips lingered, warming the rest of his face. He smiled back at her. "I love you too."

* * *

Two days later.

Nikki came into PE that second period. It was a day in class where the students wouldn't be in the gym, but would learn about nutrition. Zeke was in the far corner of the class with his friends. He wore a Toronto Raptors jersey and some khaki shorts. He noticed Nikki coming in. They shared a brief glance before Zeke resumed the conversation with his buddies, pretending like he hadn't seen the sheep-goat coming in. They talked about basketball and the coming NBA playoffs. What Zeke had done that weekend went unmentioned.

The class bell rang and the students migrated to their assigned seats. Nikki sat in the middle column, second from the very back. Zeke was two columns to his left, in the same row. Directly behind Nikki was Zeke's buddy Jared, a lumbering black bear who played lineman on the varsity football team. Class began and the gym teacher went into his lecture. Jared lost focus eventually, his attention falling on Nikki in front of him. He ripped off some strips of paper and began balling them up. He'd soon accumulated a small armory of ammunition, and the first moment the teacher wasn't looking, he flicked one at the back of Nikki's head.

Nikki felt it as a tiny plip like a fly landing on him. He did not flinch, this having been the hundredth time or so he'd been hit by such a projectile. The paper bounced off and tumbled to the floor. Jared was already picking up his next piece. He was aiming for the center of Nikki's ram horn, trying to get it straight through the loop. His finger flicked. It missed wide right, glancing Nikki's head wool. He loaded another piece and took aim.

Thwack!

Something hit Jared in the left side of the face. There was the clatter of something falling to his desk and then the floor. He flinched away and looked down to see a pencil rolling on the tile floor. Furious, he whipped his head to his left to see who had thrown it. To his shock, there was Zeke with his arm outstretched, staring stone-faced at him. Zeke shook his head at him. Jared simply stared back, flabbergasted.

The entire class had heard the pencil falling and turned to look. The teacher had outright seen Zeke throw the pencil and shouted. "Ezekiel!"

Zeke casually sat upright in his chair and faced forward. "Sir?"

"I see you throw that again and it's detention. You too, Jared."

Indignation made Jared's eyes go wide. "I didn't do anything!"

"I know you didn't, but don't you join in or it'll be the both of you."

Jared just slumped in his chair and pouted. "Alright. Whatever."

The teacher was ready to snap back, but continued with his lesson. Nikki stayed hunched in his seat, his hands covering his mouth so that no one would see him smiling.

After class Jared confronted Zeke. "You mind telling me what the fuck that was?" They were out in the hall. The rest of Zeke's friends were there too. Some other students were pretending not to watch while hoping for a fight.

"Yeah, just leave Nikki alone, alright?" Zeke said cooly, having no intentions of rumbling.

Neither did Jared, but he couldn't just go like that, not with his masculine image on the line. "Why? You friends now?"

"No," Zeke said. "I just think we've been givin' him a hard time when we don't got to. Just leave him alone, alright?"

At the same moment Nikki happened to pass by. He completely ignored the minor commotion, though he garnered the attention of everyone present with the exception of Zeke. When he was gone, Jared scoffed and shook his head. "Whatever. Don't throw any more pencils at me again."

Zeke wasn't scared. He'd gotten the message across to Jared and everyone else. "I won't."

With passions cooling off, the crowd of students dispersed. Zeke looked down the hall and saw Nikki walking away. He wanted to follow him, but for what reason he didn't know. Maybe to see if he was OK, or to ask what class he had next. Maybe he just wanted to say 'hi'. Whatever he wanted to do, he didn't do it because Zeke's next class was in the opposite direction. Instead he went down the hall towards his next class, determined to find out what it was he wanted to say to Nikki and to say it to him later.

THE END