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"Oh, darling."

The ewe looked at herself in the mirror as she stepped from her shower. She giggled sweetly to herself. She felt her round breasts. She squeezed her fat nipples and cooed as white droplets of her milk stained her fingers. She licked her nails clean.

"So sweet." She whispered.

Donna left her bathroom wearing a big bright yellow robe. She looked over the young ram who slept on her bed.

Donnie woke up to see his mother just as she sat down next to him. The male smiled. "Happy Mother's Day, Donna."

Donna kissed her son on the mouth. "Happy Birthday to you as well, Donnie."

...

Meanwhile, downstairs, Donnie's friend from college was awake in the guest room. The beaver had agreed to come home and meet his friend's mom. Secretly, the young rodent had always had a thing for moms. He loved the warmth of a doting, loving mother who wanted to take care of him like her own little lamb. His own mother was never around for him that much. Though from no fault on her part, she'd gone to prison for stabbing his dad with a fork. Chuy often joked his family could be entered in the Trailer Trash Olympics.

His mind traveled back to Donna, Donnie's sexy mom. She was every bit as full and as loving as he'd pictured her. He didn't get much of a chance to talk with her though, for his time here, she'd seemed to cling an awful lot to her son. Even weirder, he could swear he heard moaning from her bedroom last night. He blinked as his mind began to wander even deeper, his webbed right paw traveling down his thin belly.

He shivered as his paw disappeared beneath the blanket.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Wake up, wake up, Chuy!"

He blushed hard under dark brown fur when Donna, the very ewe he'd fantasized about came knocking.

"It's Sunday, Chuy, Mother's Day and my son's birthday. I figured the three of us should go out and enjoy ourselves, what do you say?"

Chuy gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. "Um, that sounds fine." He squeaked out.

The sexy white ewe on the other side could smell the beaver's musk through the door. She could tell the whole weekend that her son's cute friend had had his pervy little eyes on her. She grinned at the thought that she might have just caught the naughty 20 yr old in the act of relieving himself.

"Okay then, you go get dressed. Don and I will be waiting."

Chuy let out a huge gasp of air when he heard the ewe's hooves as she walked away.

...

Donnie looked up from his poppy seed bagel to see his mom walk into the kitchen. He could tell from the smug look on her face, the swish in her hips that she was up to something.

"What are you up to now, Donna?"

The forty-four year-old ewe stood wearing a yellow strapless tank top made for a female half her own age. Her full DD-cup breasts filled out the shirt overly well to where it looked like she was wearing dinner napkins. Below she had on Daisy Dukes with a crotch too obvious to even be called a camel toe.

Donnie, himself wearing a Wu-Tang Clan shirt and tight washed out jeans, shook his head at how his mother so unabashedly enticed him and every other man his age.

Donna pouted at her son's accusatory tone. "Now, Donnie, what could your dear old mommy have planned on such a fine and convenient day as this?"

Donnie crunched a poppy seed between his teeth as he continued staring at his mom in his playful yet stern way.

Donna sighed. "Oh fine, I'm inviting your little friend Chuy to come with us today. After all, it's not every day we get to celebrate Mother's Day and the day I became a mother."

Donnie took another bite from his bagel before getting up. "I see, so you're going to try and deflower my best friend on my birthday, Mom?"

The ewe blushed. "Oh really, Chuy is still..."

"Mhm."

Donna flashed a sultry eye to her son. "Well, that simply cannot be. A handsome little beaver like him must certainly have the girls clamoring over each other for him."

"They do, but he's not interested in any of them." The ram hugged his mother, pressed his groin against her round butt. "He's told me, he likes older women."

The ewe giggled. "I'd figured as much. I could swear I caught that boy masturbating when I walked by the guest room just now."

Donnie was about to say something when he heard the light footsteps from Chuy's sneakers.

The beaver had put on his favorite black shirt with the red and green Chinese dragon. He had also chosen to wear black pants with that. The beaver looked up and saw the two sheep watching him. He blushed at the fact that both were a full head taller than him.

Donnie let his mom go then walked right up to his best friend. Chuy smiled as his two buck teeth stuck out. The friends pounded fists.

"Mornin' Chuy."

Chuy blushed again. "Uh yeah, and good morning to you, Mrs. Davis." He saw the scantily clad ewe and felt his poor heart would pop out of his chest.

Donna smiled. "Please, Chuy, I already told you. Just call me Donna."

Chuy nodded. "Okay, Donna. Wow, that must be weird. I just noticed you and Donnie almost have the same names."

The ewe smiled. "I know, I named him. Donovan, could you please go and start the car up? I want to chat a little longer with your little friend." She kept her big blue eyes on the hazel-eyed rodent.

Donnie took the hint and went out to start his car up.

Donna stepped closer to the beaver. "Chuy."

The beaver blinked from the sudden closeness. "Yes?"

Donna kept a straight face as she looked the prospective young male over. "How are you enjoying your weekend here with Donnie and I?"

Chuy answered, "Oh, I'm enjoying it just fine, Donna."

The ewe stood by him. "I know we've probably seemed like we were ignoring you... I'm sorry if you've felt out of place since you've been here. I hadn't seen Donnie in almost a year. We always get along real well. I was honestly surprised to see he had brought you along this time."

Chuy nodded. "It's alright. I can see very easily your son loves you a lot, Donna. He talks about you when we're hanging out." Chuy thought of something. "Donna, would it be alright if I asked..."

Donna looked to him. "If you're wondering where my husband is, to be honest, I don't know where he is myself. He left me when I was still pregnant with Donnie. He said he didn't want to be tied down. Donnie looks just like him."

Chuy gulped. "Wow, we're almost like opposite. Donnie never knew his dad? I barely knew my mom before she went to prison for stabbing my dad with a fork."

"Why did she do that?"

"He got her sister pregnant."

"Really?"

"Yup. I have a half-sister by infidelity."

Donna laughed somewhat at hearing how messed up Chuy's family was compared to her own.

Chuy laughed with her.

Donna calmed down, held his webbed right paw. "I guess we're all a little messed up in someway. Ever since my husband left me, I'd find myself becoming attracted to any handsome young man I would see stroll by my house. I'd figured why not? Get them while they're young, let them know first hand just what they have to look forward to."

Chuy blushed when he felt Donna grab his paw. "I never saw my mom again after she'd gotten arrested. I never really got to know the touch of a loving mother figure... so now I can't help but dream when I see a grown, mature, sexy woman because... I'd want to be held, to feel a motherly embrace."

Chuy and Donna looked across to each other.

Donna broke the silence. "We'd better get going, Donnie's waiting."

Chuy boldly kissed Donna before she walked away. "Let's go then."

...

Chuy, Donna and Donnie piled into Donnie's jeep. He drove the trio down to the beach.

Donnie had always known of a secluded spot down at the beach where few tourists ever went. This where he took his mom and Chuy.

Chuy gasped as he saw the pristine quiet spot. There were a few shacks so it wasn't totally secret, but the people that came here knew not to say too much to anyone lest this piece of paradise become another commercialized trash heap. Chuy took notice that there were many trees around this part of the beach. Then, he saw the sign: Clothing Optional.

The beaver had little time to ask before he saw both Donna and Donnie taking off their clothes. Donna stood up in the jeep, allowed the cool beach air to touch her naked body. Donnie got down, his heavy sack jiggled as he hid the clothes in a compartment under the driver's seat. He saw Chuy.

"Come on, buddy. You only live once. Bare it all for the world, my friend."

Chuy gulped. He didn't come this far to let himself be known as a stick in the mud. He sucked it up then got down. He pulled off his shirt. Donna stood by her son watching the beaver undress. She licked her lips at seeing his chest. He wasn't as big or as muscular as her son, but the beaver had that streamlined, sexy shape of most aquatic mammals. Chuy blushed as he realized he was being watched. He unbuckled his pants, pulled them down.

Donna wolf-whistled at the young male as she saw his strong butt, his cute waffle-tail, his genitalia. Oh, he had nice balls. She'd been with a few otters, they always had nice big balls. The beaver had big balls. She could also see his cock was at half-mast. The thrill alone of being naked in public, naked in front of her must really have this boy excited.

Indeed, Chuy was turned on from this first exhibitionist act. He squeaked when Donna grabbed his butt and squeezed his leftmost cheek with her soft feminine hand. She held him close as she dragged her fingers slowly around his forbidden crevice. Chuy opened his mouth to protest, and his friend locked lips with him.

Mother and son let Chuy go. He was disoriented, his cock was at full-length. Donna licked her lips once more as she saw it. Chuy was a good 9 inches.

Donnie spoke up, "Okay, Donna, Chuy, if we're going to have any fun in the sun we need to move now." He led the way as the other two followed him onto the beach.

A family of otters, all nude, camped out by one of the shacks. The father and mother both waved to the Davis' and their beaver guest.

The male otter, his own cock at half-mast, shouted, "Ahoy, Family Davis! I was wondering when you two would be showing up!"

Donna waved back. "I'd about say the same for you, Family Robinson!"

Chuy spoke, "Robinson? Like the book?"

The father heard the beaver and laughed. "Yes, just like the book. My dad named me after Will Robinson. And what about you, friend? Are you a new friend of the Davis'?

Donnie spoke, "This is Jesus Rodriguez."

Chuy nodded, "Yes, but I like Chuy."

Will nodded. "Chuy! This is my wife, Cora." The mother nodded politely as her pup suckled her breast.

A female otter of 16 stepped out of the shack to see whom her dad was talking to; she squeed when she saw Donovan.

The young ram greeted her. "Hi, Friday."

Friday smiled. "Hey, Donnie!" The young otteress looked to her mom.

Cora nursed her infant son. "You can go play with your friend, Friday. Just be careful." She cautioned.

Friday nodded excitedly before she followed the Davis family to their spot on the beach.

...

Donnie sat on a dry beach blanket. He leaned his head back as the female head bobbed in his lap.

Friday stroked the ram's veiny shaft while she suckled his tip.

Off in the distance, Donnie could see Will fishing for halibut while his wife suckled on his cock.

Donnie watched the exhibitionist otters all while their teenage daughter fed on his shaft with the expertise of a porn star.

Chuy blushed as he watched everything take place.

"There's no rules here on this beach are there?"

Donna gripped the beaver's wood. "Of course there are, all couples participating in sexual acts out here must be completely consensual and must not cause any pain to the partners beyond your typical sexual strains. And also, you notice my son is only receiving oral from Friday. This is because she's still a virgin. Until her father finds someone to bring her to womanhood, she can only participate in oral sex."

Chuy nodded his head dreamily as the ewe's soft woolen hand glided up and down his shaft.

Donna kissed Chuy on the cheek, her breasts pressed into the beaver's side. "My son says you are still a virgin, Chuy."

Chuy gulped. "Yes... I find I am only attracted to one type of woman, I've never been able to find a mature woman who would let me explore with her."

Donna kissed him again while her thumb pulled back on his foreskin. She lowered her head and she kissed his cock. She turned her head up so she could see his eyes and with a big smile she said, "I'm happy to be your first if you want me, Chuy."

Chuy blushed. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Right here?"

"Just tell me when you're ready."

...

Donnie grunted when his climax hit, Friday drank his seed as it flowed from him. What she didn't get, she let it spray on her face.

"Yummy..." Friday cooed feeling Donnie's sperm descend down into her stomach. She climbed on top of Donnie afterward to give him a thank you kiss.

Donnie accepted the kiss wholeheartedly.

Friday whispered, "Daddy says he will find someone to break my cherry for me. I hope that's you, Donnie." She cooed playfully.

Donnie saw in the corner of his eye, his mom straddling his best friend's malehood. He held Friday close as he pointed the couple out for her.

"It looks like my mom is going to take Chuy's cherry."

Friday clapped her paws playfully. "Ooh, does this mean Chuy is going to bleed?"

Donnie laughed, "No, Friday. It is only girls who bleed on their first time, boys just have to worry about getting their thing in the girl."

...

Chuy's world turned black around him. There was no one else in the world right now, no one watching him about to lose his virginity. It was only him and Donnie's mom.

Donna kissed Chuy while she still rubbed her moist feminine slit over his erect cock.

Chuy groaned.

Donna licked the beaver's muzzle. "Just remain calm, you don't want your first orgasm to be your last, baby." She petted him.

The beaver leaned close. "May we please go into the shack, I'd rather be inside for this."

The ewe understood, helped the rodent to his feet. "Follow me."

He followed her into the shack.

...

The ewe smiled as she allowed herself to fall back on the waterbed.

Chuy crawled on top of her, his webbed paws moved over the mother's soft white belly, her cushiony white wool. He sniffed Donna's breasts, smelled her feminine musk. He smelled her perfume. His inexperienced paws squeezed her fat teats. She bleated her approval as milk squirted out.

The beaver began sucking on her right nipple all while the ewe ran her hands over his dark brown fur.

Donna arched and twisted to the young male's attentions.

Boldly, Chuy straddled her, placed his member between her breasts. She smiled and obliged his eagerness. He rocked his hips, squeezed her tits around his virgin cock. He felt the thin layer of wool on her belly tickling his balls.

Donna reached up, pulled the youth closer to her face, closed her mouth around his sac then sucked on his scrotum.

...

Friday and Donnie were outside the little shack. The otter teen giggled as she looked in through the window.

"Your mom has your friend's balls in her mouth."

Donnie chuckled, "Yeah, she likes balls in her mouth."

...

Chuy rolled off of Donna. She kissed him and he returned the kiss.

Donna showed her rear to Chuy.

He sniffed her beneath her raised tail. He licked her pussy; she gasped and pushed back against his tongue.

Finally, Donna could take no more foreplay. With a heated moan, she pressed her head against the bed as she shook her rear at the beaver.

Chuy stood up straight on his knees behind her. He prodded at her hot opening with his shaft. Donna groaned. "Good, now come here and make yourself a man for Mother's Day."

Chuy nodded and thrust in. Instantly, the tight, velvety, warm feeling emanating from vulva overwhelmed him. The beaver held Donna close; he stayed in place. She allowed him a minute or two to get used to her womanhood before she started moving.

...

Friday blushed as she saw for the first time a male entering a female. Her parents never made love in front of her despite how open they were about their nudity or sexuality.

Donnie nuzzled her, felt the otter's adolescent breasts as they both watched his best friend mate with his mother.

...

Chuy's head was swimming. Just this morning he'd fantasized about his best friend's mom, now here he was literally waist deep into her; his cock buried in her hot convulsing canyon of motherhood to the base, the root of his wood. He laughed inwardly as that bad joke passed through his mind. He thrust hard, her wide motherly hips reverberated with each eager, hard pass.

Donna moaned, egged him on a bit. He was surely a novice and needed much practice on how to pleasure a woman more thoroughly. She whispered for him to feel her breasts more. The beaver nodded absentmindedly. His young hands held the ewe's breasts while he continued to mate with her.

All too soon, Chuy felt his balls tightening. Donna showed sympathy and allowed him to finish. The beaver moaned.

...

Friday blushed from the sight of Chuy pulling himself out of Donna then spraying her backside with his seed. "Wow... I love seeing cum when it shoots out like that." She giggled.

...

That night, the two families sat around a campfire on the beach.

Friday sat with Donnie. Donna and Chuy sat beside them. The otters sat on the opposite side.

Will held up a glass.

"Here's a toast, friends. A toast to the mothers. Happy Mother's Day to you, Cora. I honestly don't know how you put up with the three of us."

Cora kissed her husband. "Only because you sex me up so well, William."

Donnie raised his glass to his mother. "Happy Mother's Day to you, Donna. I know you had a hard job raising me and I only hope someday I can be as brave as you, Mom."

Donna drank from her son's glass then kissed him for all to see. "Happy Birthday to you, my only son. You are brave, you do make me proud every time I see you alive another day. Besides, you brought home the best Mother's Day present I could hope for." She put her arm around Chuy then kissed him just as passionately as she had her son.

Chuy blushed. "As much fun as this was, I still want to finish college. But when I'm done... I would love to come back and stay with you if you'd like, Donna."

Donna smiled. "Do as you wish, Baby."

...

The Robinson family each bid the Davis family goodbye before each group retired for the night.

Donna smiled happily where she was. Her son and his friend were each making love to her together. Both males didn't seem to mind being this close to each other, not as long as they each had this lovely woman looking over them.

Happy Mother's Day