Her Daughter's Jeans
Danielle came home to an empty house. Her husband had some work related lunch, and her kids were out with friends. All the better for her. Her oldest daughter had just bought a pair of form fitting jeans. The kind with sparkles on the back pockets that were intended to be stylish, but really only draw attention down to her ass. They were snug on her daughter's hips and legs, showing off the young body that reminded her of herself at fifteen.
As much as she tried to put it out of her mind, all she could do is think of how they would look on her. She didn't like seeing her daughter go out in them, as to her it was a reminder of how old she had gotten. Though the otter was only 35, something always pops up to remind her of the changing times. Music she doesn't like, clothes the younger generation were wearing, or a grey hair or fur in her brush in the morning reminded her that she's not as young as she used to be. But now that she was on her own, she had something to prove to herself.
She left her groceries in the kitchen, believing that they could wait. What she had to do wouldn't take too long anyways. She went up to her daughter's room, pink walls all around covered with pictures of attractive singers and actors. A little digging brought out her dreaded foe. She eyed the jeans with equal parts envy and scorn. She unfolded them and looked them over back and front before letting out a sigh and moving to her daughter's full-length mirror.
She gave herself a look over, taking in her body form fully clothed for now. Long, dark hair went to her shoulder blades. A light blue shirt covered her torso, hiding large breasts and a slight belly she felt like she was working off eight years after her third kid. She looked over her hips and thighs through the fabric of her jeans as she began to take them off. A pair of white lacy panties hugged her hips underneath as she slid the pants down to her ankles and kicked them away. She turned to the side, then away from the mirror to check out her ass. Reminiscing about her youth, she brought her hand down on her cheek, filling the room with a loud slap. In her youth, there was barely any jiggle. Now, she could watch the waves travel from one cheek to the other.
"Fuck..." she growled as she watched. Though she was in shape, the sight disheartened her. It ran through her mind to not even try, but at the same time... She knew she had to try.
With another sigh, she grabbed her daughter's jeans and sat on the bed. She pulled the pants over her ankles and pulled them up to her knees. She then stood up and pulled them higher. Her thighs proved to be a bit more of a challenge. She grunted and squeezed her legs closer to try and make them squeeze in. She wiggled her hips to help guide them on. She felt confident it would fit.
That is, of course, until she came up to her ass.
Her cheeks bulged around her rump as she grunted and struggled. Each centimeter felt like a struggle as she jumped, wiggled, and pulled. She growled louder as she finally made it up a couple inches. "Fuck... fuck!" she growled, struggling more to squeeze in. She fell back and kicked her legs, but nothing seemed to help her out. But still, she had come too far to give up.
She jumped off the bed and stood in front of the mirror, examining her progress. It wasn't even halfway past her hips, and she could feel how her panties were pulled tight against her cunt. She growled lowly at the sight, more determined than before, up until she noticed the figure in the doorway.
There stood her husband Greg. The German Sheppard stood behind her, a grin on his face as he admired the view from behind. "What are we up to, Danny?" he hummed.
"GAH!" she cried out in surprise. She fell back onto the bed when she tried to turn back to face him. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Lunch is over," he asked, walking in. "Made my way home to enjoy an afternoon alone with my wife. My turn..." he sat on the bed next to her. "What are you doing here?"
The otter blushed, caught in the act and thwarted by her daughter's trendy pants. "I wasn't feeling... skinny... so I wanted to see if I could fit in Angie's pants."
The canine chuckled and reached out to her, rubbing his wife's thigh "I like how they fit."
She smirked at him and pushed his hand away. "Of course you would."
"No, I'm serious," he murred, turning to his side. He was propped up on one arm and resumed rubbing her thigh. "I don't care how you look in Angie's pants. I think you're sexy no matter what."
She chuckled this time. Instead of pushing him away, she opened her legs a little. "You're not just saying that 'cause you're married to me, are you?"
He laid down at her side as his hand slid up between her legs, teasing her through the pants. He laid so he was partially on her chest, pushing one of her breasts against his chest. This also led to his tented pants pushing against her hip. "Does it feel like I'm just saying it?"
She moaned softly, which he silenced with a kiss to the mouth. The two kissed deeply, tongues dancing together as he rubbed her slit. He pulled back and admired her as he pushed harder against her slit. His hand slipped up her belly and tucked under her panties. As much as he struggled, however, the tight fit prevented him from pushing any further. "Let's get you out of these."
He rolled her over and pulled her pants down. It was a struggle at first, but when it finally came down her ass jiggled with its newfound freedom. "Mmm, I could never say 'no' to this," he murred, massaging the plush rump before him. He knelt at her side and gave her left cheek a gentle kiss. This made her blush even deeper and let out a sweet moan.
"You don't think it's too big?" she asked him.
"Never was," he replied, kissing her other cheek a kiss. She tried to get out another comment until his tongue licked over both of them, making her thick tail stand up and her cheeks clench with pleasure. The jeans stopped her from opening her legs opening more, but he didn't need it just yet. He pushed his hand against her slit and rubbed her through her panties. "So wet right now," he murred as he rubbed her harder.
She looked up to him, a deep blush on her face as she panted louder. "W-we're in Angie's room..." she moaned, as if anything could stop Greg. She knew her husband had a one-tracked mind whenever sex was involved, but she knew he was loyal to her in the way canines always seemed to be.
"We can wash her sheets," he growled, pushing a finger against her panties to tease her hole. He knelt up and finally pulled her pants off. Now both hands came at her ass, gripping and groping as his thumbs teased her slit through her panties. She spread her legs for him as he leaned in and buried his snout between her legs, lapping her essence through the thin fabric.
She gripped the sheets beneath her as he roughly licked at her pussy. Though rough, he was skilled, and that tongue of his was natural to fit into tight spaces. He pulled her panties aside and pushed in again, licking inside her pussy as her cold nose prodded her pink pucker. The cold shock made her clench and yelp, but soon enough she was relaxed enough for him to continue.
He growled, slurped, and lapped her juices away and sometimes moved up to tease her asshole with his skilled tongue. As soon as she was certain she was about to cum, however, he pulled away. She was about to ask what gave until she looked at him. He was now standing beside her, his pants tenting painfully as he struggled with his tie. He growled softly to himself, feeling pent up and suffocated until he felt his wife rub his bulge.
He looked down as she rubbed him with one hand. She moved to her knees still facing him sideways on the bed as she started working on his belt. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her hands working deftly as she leaned in and kissed him. Their tongues danced again for some time, until his pants came undone. She felt his cock push through his boxer briefs, which she gripped with skilled fingers. He deepened the kiss upon feeling her finger rub the wet spot on the boxers, teasing his dick hole and smearing his pre all over the tip.
When she finally broke the kiss, she lowered herself down to his cock. His pants had slid to his knees, but his underwear held true. She thumbed the waistband and pulled them down, unveiling his big canine cock. The red, knotted shaft stood and pointed at her as she started stroking and licking the length. He moaned out and pushed his hips forward as his tie went loose in his grip. It hung in the collar of his shirt as he began unbuttoning it from top to bottom. Her hand went against his bare belly for support. His body was firm, but age and stress from work left him with more grey furs than her.
She closed her eyes as she sucked down on his manhood, taking the red shaft halfway with each bob. When she looked up to him, she started to take him down to his knot. This made her doggy roll his head back and moan with his tongue hanging from the side. After a moment of bliss, he looked down at her ass and went back to work groping her ass with one hand as the other rubbed her cheek affectionately. She moaned as his fingers entered her, immediately prodding her g-spot as his ring finger and pointer rubbed through her folds. She moaned around his cock and gave his fingers an inviting little squeeze, hugging them inside her. She felt his thumb on her tailhole and relaxed for him. Her rear entrance was still wet from his tongue, making it easier for him to push in and stretch her open there as well.
No longer content with teasing her, he pulled away from her mouth and slid his boxers and pants off. She followed suit, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed and pulling off her panties. They laid in a heap with his pants and underwear. She was prepared to take her shirt off when he pushed her to the bed and mounted between her legs, still standing on the floor. He wasn't in the mood to wait any longer. One hand held his cock and the other held her leg to the side as he pushed inside her, easing his way until his knot was against her slit.
Danielle moaned out as she was stretched open. Three kids, yet he still fills her cunt to the brim. She reached up and grabbed his untied tie around his neck. With a devilish grin, she pulled him down into a kiss as he began fucking her. His hands went to her breasts, groping them through shirt and bra. His tail curled up to his back as he stuffed his wife's pussy.
He eventually broke the kiss to start showering her neck, cheeks, and chest with kisses and licks. His hands settled on the bed, his blunt claws gripping the blankets and sheets beneath her as her hands wrapped around his body under his shirt. Her own claws were sharp enough to leave marks, and he responded with gentle nips to her neck. He lifted one leg up onto the bed, making it easier for him to knot with her. His knot was still slim enough to slip in and out, but was still thicker than the rest of his cock. Each push and pull teased her g-spot and made her moan sweetly into his ear.
Soon, she was tired of being on the bottom. As he leaned back to moan and knot with her again, she wrapped one leg around his waist and pushed off the bed with the other. He let out a surprised yelp as he found himself under his wife. Her hands were on his chest as she started grinding and bouncing on his cock. He stared at her pussy as she took his knot again and again. Fur grew sparsely around her lips, leaving the pink flesh beneath exposed.
His eyes traveled up to her breasts. Her shirt hid them from view, and her bra kept them from bouncing freely. With a playful growl, he swiftly pulled the shirt off and casted it aside. Her bra matched her panties, he saw. She grinned down to him as she slowed down and ground into his dick, her walls squeezing his knot and clit rubbing against his pubic fur. Her hands then disappeared behind her as she worked on her bra. As soon as it was released, her breasts sagged slightly in the now useless bra. She lowered her arms and shook her chest, making her tits sway before him and her bra fall onto his face over his eyes. They blocked his vision until he shook them off, as his hands were busy holding her hips.
He watched her tits bounce before him as a hunger overcame him. He leaned up and held under her ass with one hand. Fingers entered her tailhole, stretching her open again. His other hand cupped one of her breasts, and he started to lick her nipple. She moaned and squirmed on top of him as she rode his cock. Once done licking, he moved on to sucking, then nibbling. He teased her hard nub any way he could with his mouth while massaging the tender mound it peaked.
"Ah~... I'm gonna cum, Greg," she moaned out, grinding on his knot harder.
"Let it go, sweetie..." he moaned out between teasing her nipple. His fingers wiggled inside her tailhole as his cock throbbed inside her.
She complied seconds later and sat hard on his cock and fingers. He could feel her cunt gripping at his cock to try and make him cum. He felt juices leak from her hot sex, soaking his balls and pelvis down to the skin. He ground his cock inside her, making her orgasm last a little longer.
Once finally done, she laid on his chest with a content sigh, pushing her breasts against him as she laid. His hands gently groped her rump as he patiently waited for her to get her breath again. He pulled down on his hips, letting his aching cock slide out and lay on her ass. She gently kissed his chest and neck when she finally noticed the lack of warmth inside her. "You didn't cum." It was a statement, not a question.
He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "You sounded like you had a rough day. Figured I'd let you work out your frustrations first."
She chuckled and kissed his lips. "Such a gentleman."
He rolled her off and onto her hands and knees. He then stripped off his shirt and tie, letting them fall to the floor before kneeling on the bed behind her. He went down on her some more, teasing her well fucked pussy with his tongue while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Once ready, he moved in behind her and pushed back inside her, not taking as much time this go around.
Both moaned in bliss as he pounded her from behind, sliding his knot in and out again and again. One hand rubbed her breast as the other stroked her clit from side to side. She propped herself with one hand as the other reached back and held on behind his neck. His moans were louder this time, but he held back his orgasm. He wanted to make his sweetheart cum again.
"I l-love you!" Danielle cried out loud as she started to reach another orgasm.
"I love you too, Danny..." he moaned back in her ear. He leaned back so she was against his chest and they were both kneeling. She started riding him again as he pushed his knotted cock inside her again. This time he held it in, letting his knot swell inside her rather than pushing it in once it was ready.
Her orgasm helped this, as his knot swelled and ground into her g-spot. He knew they were tied before she was finished with hers, and once his finally hit he let out a low howl. His balls churned as he pumped his seed inside her, which intensified her orgasm just as she was about done. It felt like she came again, squirting a second load of hot juices as his cock unloaded. The two kissed and laid on the bed, legs inter-twined and hands still exploring. They professed love to each other again, after which they kissed again. They would be tied for almost a half an hour, during which they spoke of their day up to that point.
"Do you think I'm fat?" she finally asked.
"No," he replied, giving her a gentle kiss behind her ear. One hand rubbed her breast as the other rubbed her belly. "And if you were, I'd love you just as much. You'll always be perfect to me."
She smiled and rested her head on the pillow, which allowed him to kiss along her neck and shoulder. "I think the kids will be gone another hour," she hummed. "After we clean Angie's blanket, would you like to take a shower with me?"
He grinned and kissed her again. He pulled out gently, letting their mixed cum gush out and pool on the blanket. His cock was soft enough that it hung down, but it still throbbed with life. "I think you mean take a shower, then clean her blanket."