Matthew the Red Fox leads the two most important women of his life to his beaten up car, Sammie clinging to his left arm while Whisper holds his right hand. Whisper walks just a little bit awkwardly and that only makes him smile, thinking to himself that its payback for her earlier naughtiness. He still had plans to punish her though the second they were in their room alone, but that was pushed to the back of his mind as Whisper released his hand and got into the back seat of the car again while he helped Sammie into the front seat. The beautiful tigress sighed as she slipped into her seat, buckling up while he shut the door for her. His gaze lingered over her for a second, taking in her shimmering black dress with its low cut showing off the sides of her breasts and lack of bra as well as her long black hair flowing down her right shoulder. He’d had this beauty clinging to him all night but his attention had been totally stolen by the little devilish loli in the backseat. He’d have to make up for that when they got home. Finally he went around and got in his side of the car, closing the door and buckling up before reaching over and giving Sammie’s thigh a rub. “Did you get enough to eat, Hun?” he asked softly and she nodded, seeming much more at ease than she had when they’d first arrived at the restaurant. Maybe it was because she knew they were heading home now; heading back to familiar territory. As he drove them home, he chatted quietly with her about the restaurant and the meal, asking if her chicken had been tasty and if she’d like to go back to the restaurant again sometime. Whisper stayed quiet in the backseat while he gave his attention to Sammie, smiling softly at him when he looked at her through the rearview mirror. She seemed to understand that he’d felt they’d left her out far too much. When he got onto the highway, his hand slid of its own accord through the slit in her dress by her thigh under her dress. He slid his hand over and she shifted a little, spreading her legs for him easily so he could cup her sex through her thin, lacy panties. What he felt there was the thin fabric practically soaked through and he had no doubt as to the reason for it. She had been sitting right next to him and Whisper as she’d ridden him to climax so naughtily there in that very public restaurant. Hell, she’d frenched him as he’d climaxed, felt his moans on her tongue and his body shivering against hers as he pumped her mother full of his seed. Very slowly he moved the fabric of her panties aside and gave her a stroke, feeling her shiver and give a soft moan. “When we get home, Sammie, your mother and I are going to teach you how to give a proper blowjob,” he told her softly, making her tense until her mother piped up that it was a wonderful idea. He nodded then and slowly teased her sensitive clit with his fingers. “We’ll have to get you to learn to ignore your gag reflex, and then you’ll be able to plunge down on my long, thick cock to your heart’s content.” The moan she gave spoke that she’d very much love that. He grinned to himself as he slowly, teasingly slid just the tip of his middle finger in and out of her wet hole, making her pant. The windows were just starting to fog up a bit when he took their exit and slowed down to navigate the streets of their town to Whisper’s home. As he did, he heard a soft gasp from behind him and he looked in the rearview mirror to see whisper biting the bottom him of her skirt, exposing her little cunny while she sat with her feet on the seat and her legs spread wide. She was rubbing her clit with one hand while plunging two fingers of her other into her wet hole, her eyes hungry as she met his gaze. “You’re so bad,” he commented softly and when Sammie stiffened, he chuckled, “Your mother thinks it’s funny to tease me in the rearview mirror. She’s doing to herself what I’m doing to you, pretty much.” She gave a little nervous laugh then chewed on her lip as her hips started to rock against his insistent playing. All too soon though, they arrived at the house and Whisper was the first out of the car, dashing over to the front door and opening it, disappearing inside. Matthew sighed softly and took his hand from her sex before taking her hand, placing it over his and bringing them to his mouth. He slowly licked and sucked her juices from his finger, his mouth and tongue working over her middle finger as well. Her moans grew louder and she writhed as he did this. “Let’s go inside now,” he said after a moment, his voice all husky. Her nod was both frantic and eager. He got out and went around, surprised when she stepped out of the car herself, reaching for him in the dark. He caught her hand and brought her close, taken by surprise when she molded herself to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a French kiss that totally blew the one at the restaurant out of the water. His hands caught her ample bottom and drew her hips closer, pressing her against his arousal and letting her feel how much teasing her had turned him on as he moaned into the kiss. Her own little sounds of pleasure did nothing to ease the fire that blazed just under his skin and if it hadn’t been for Whisper calling for them to come inside, he’d have backed Sammie up against the side of his car and fucked her without the slightest of cares that it would be her first time. No one deserved to have their first time in the cold against a hard metal car. No matter how awesome it would have been. Matt sighed as he broke the kiss, his heart hammering away in his chest as he opened his eyes to gaze at Sammie, who had her own eyes open just a little. It was just enough to see the milky pupils set in those sapphire blue irises and again he wondered what the cause for her blindness had been. He’d take her to the doctor soon, he promised himself. With a reluctance that hurt his very soul, he took his hands away from her ample bottom, weeping inside when she whimpered and pressed against him more. “Shh…” he hushed her softly, “It’ll be okay. Let’s go inside now.” He untangled her arms from around his neck and guided her toward the house, his cock leading the way. Inside the glow of a dozen lit candles and Whisper’s devious little smile greeted them, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise as he closed the door behind him and Sammie and locked it. “What are the candles for?” he asked, the most lovely lavender scent in the air. “The light is for you and me to see but the scent is to help calm Sammie’s nerves,” Whisper explained very reasonably. “I usually only light these when it’s storming really bad outside- Sammie can’t relax otherwise.” Matt blinked and gave the little loli a heartwarming smile which made her pause before returning it. “That’s so thoughtful. I’d have never thought of that,” he told her with a bit of embarrassment in his tone. “No worries, that’s why I’m here. You know, not just to look pretty,” she said with a smile and a pose that made Matt laugh before guiding Sammie over to the couch. They sat with Sammie between him and Whisper, his arm around Sammie and holding her against his side. He could feel her trembling and wondered whether it was excitement or nervousness. “How about we get started then,” Whisper suggested quietly and when Sammie hesitated, she added, “Don’t worry. I won’t stop you or get in your way. I’ll just watch and give you pointers here and there. Just relax, sweetie.” “Easy for you to say,” Sammie grumbled cutely, “You’re not the one about to blow your mother’s boyfriend in front of her.” Matt couldn’t help but chuckle and Sammie stuck her tongue out at him briefly before biting her lip and shifting, placing her hand on his thigh. “You may want to kneel on the floor between his legs, Sammie,” Whisper said softly, rubbing her daughter’s back, “Doing it sideways can become uncomfortable very quickly.” Sammie paused then nodded and shifted around a bit. Matt helped by using one foot to push the coffee table back a bit and offering her the blanket off the back of the couch to put under her knees. She took it, seeming confused for a second before it clicked and she folded it up and put it under her knees after moving her dress out of the way. When she slid her hands along his thighs, he could feel a faint trembling in her hands and he smiled softly to himself as he reached to undo his slacks, only to stop when Whisper grabbed his hands and shook her head. He frowned lightly before moving his hands to his sides, letting Sammie take the wheel so to speak. His frown was murdered a second later when her right hand found his cock down the left leg of his slacks, dragging a gasp from him. She stilled at the sound he made but then she smiled and grasped him lightly, stroking him much like she had the previous night. Matt shifted a little to get more comfortable and leaned back into the couch, savoring the feel of her touch. Sammie seemed to forget her mother was there right beside them as she stroked him eagerly then leaned down and kissed his cock through his slacks, making it jerk with delight. Matt gripped the couch on either side of him as her hands moved and unfastened his slacks, reaching in and pulling him out. He couldn’t help his soft moan as she stroked him with both hands, brushing her left thumb across his tip every now and then, stopping only when she felt a drop of his precum wet her fingertip. Her left hand moved to his thigh, squeezing it as her right slowly pumped near the base of his shaft while she leaned in and dragged her rough feline tongue against the tip of his cock. That rasp of tongue dragged a groan from him that dripped with pleasure and need and the sound of it sent a shiver of pleasure all the way down Sammie’s spine. Briefly biting her lower lip, she hesitated just before taking the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. He was so big, so hard, so thick- filling her mouth up with his manhood and coating her tongue with his taste. Matt moaned again, tensing up, and then looked over at Whisper to see why she was so quiet. The sight of her made him moan again. She was on her left elbow and knees next to them, her skirt gone and her cute little rump up in the air. He could tell her right hand was buried between her legs from the angle her tail was at. He released the couch and reached over then, petting her head which made her look away from her daughter blowing him to meet his gaze. There was a dark hunger in her eyes and he wondered just how hard it was for her to hold back. Whisper didn’t hold his attention much longer after her gaze broke away from his because someone between his legs decided to start sucking rather than just holding him in her mouth. It dragged a moan from him and he turned his gaze back to Sammie, taking his other hand off the couch to gently hold her hair out of the way so he could see her. It was then that she started to bob on his cock, her lips sliding back and forth for his eyes to devour. The sight hypnotized him, giving the whole thing a surreal feel to it, at least until Whisper spoke up suddenly. “Try to take him now, Sweetie,” she said softly, “He won’t last much longer if you keep that up.” Sammie jumped just a little but thankfully didn’t bite him. She pulled off his cock briefly and said in a husky voice, “I… I tried it last night but he’s so big. I don’t think I can-“ “Of course you can. I’m half your size and taking his cock down my throat is my favorite pastime,” Whisper replied, cutting her off. “Well, other than teasing the shit out of him in public.” That got the three of them to laugh a little and eased some of the tension in the air. “Just take a deep breath and go slow. You’ll feel like gagging when he touches the back of your throat but just ignore it. Relax your throat and just take him in. Trust me, it is one hell of an experience having all that male length in your mouth, knowing you’re bringing him a pleasure beyond just any ole sucky sucky.” Sammie chewed on her lower lip for a second before brushing a lock of her hair back and nodding. She took Matt’s cock back into her mouth, breathing through her nose as she slid down his length, stopping just about halfway down him when her lips touched her fist still wrapped around his cock. She slowly moved her hand away to rest on his thigh before taking a deep breath through her nose and trying. The second he touched the back of her throat she was instantly up off his cock, coughing a bit, but after a few seconds recovery, she tried again, this time lasting a few seconds before pulling back off again. It was torture for Matthew, having to hold back so he didn’t cum while she tried again and again and again and again to take his cock into her throat. After about the sixth try, he felt something against is left arm and looked over, realizing that whisper was holding his hand and panting as she slowly licked at his forearm. She was flushed and her eyes were glassy with pleasure, her whole body shivering as she fingered herself while watching her daughter try so hard. Right as he saw this though, Sammie finally managed to slide his tip down her throat without gagging. Hell did not come in a more deliciously, torturously pleasurable package. He could feel her throat working around his length as her lips pressed against his cock’s sheath at the base, every inch of him inside her mouth and throat. She held him there a few seconds then bobbed a few times before coming off his cock with a loud wet slurp. “Didja see? Didja see?” she asked before coughing, excitement in her voice. Whisper couldn’t reply though, her teeth biting into Matt’s forearm as she came hard, her body shaking and shuddering, a mewling escaping her. “Oh yes, she most definitely did,” Matt told her, explaining her mother’s lack of praise with a simple, “She came when you did it.” Sammie blushed intensely, chewed her lip a second then dived down on his cock like a mad woman. She sucked him fast and furious, deep throating him several times with clear ease now, showing she’d gotten the knack of it. Matt didn’t even try to hold back, giving a strangled cry just before his cock swelled in her mouth. She plunged down on him, taking his length all the way down her throat again as his cock throbbed and jerked, spurting his seed directly into her gullet. She held him there for what felt like ages but the second his climax ended, she pulled up off him, burped then went to lapping at his length, cleaning him up. When his brain finally rebooted, he blinked a few times and gazed down at her to find her grinning to herself, her cheeks wet with saliva and tears. “Jesus, Sammie,” he breathed, “Your skills are catching up to your enthusiasm.” She giggled and rubbed her cheek against his cock before sitting back. He took her in, his gaze skimming down to note that her breasts had fallen out of her dress. They were full and heavy and capped with dark pink nipples that looked like they could cut glass. He bit his lip briefly then looked over to Whisper, seeing her licking the bite marks she’d left on his arm, her whole body still shivering from her climax. “That was amazing, Sammie,” Whisper finally spoke up, sitting up slowly, “You keep blowing him like that and you’ll give me a run for my money.” She laughed softly and Sammie blushed and shifted uncomfortably, fixing her dress as she did. “Thank you, Sammie,” Matthew said after clearing his throat, “That was incredible.” He reached down and gently caught her hands, pulling her up then onto his lap. He knew she could feel his hard cock against her ass and she shifted, moaning a little with need. “Not tonight, Hun. That is a whole ‘nother kettle of fish we have to prepare for- if your mother will allow it,” he told her and she whined a little until her mother snuggled up against her and reassured her that it would be soon but not tonight. He held Sammie close to him for a bit then he kissed her, a soft kiss that was too brief for her tastes and when it ended, he gave her thigh a gentle pat. “Okay. Go on up and get changed for bed. I still need to give your mother that spanking I promised her,” he teased and Whisper stiffened a little. “You aren’t really gonna…” she started but stopped when he grinned devilishly at her. “You were very, very bad and deserve a punishment befitting such behavior. Now go on up to your room, little missy and I’ll be up there in a moment,” he told her, waggling his brows at her and she suddenly grinned, thinking he was playing the game they’d had at the restaurant. “Okay Papa~” she singsonged before dashing out of the room with barely held excitement. When Sammie turned to him as if to ask, he just kissed her briefly and cupped her breasts, massaging them far too briefly for either of them before urging her up. “Room, Sammie. Give us ten minutes then come to your mother’s room. Take the time to change into your nightclothes, okay?” he told her and smiled before slipping away… Up in her room, Whisper quickly stripped out of her clothes and climbed up into the bed, her entire body humming with need. She felt jittery and over energized, like living lightning was sparking through her veins. God she needed him bad. When he appeared in the doorway, she leaned back and spread her legs, offering her cunny up to him with her best ‘come hither and fuck me’ look on her face. When instead he walked over and pointed at the floor, she blinked. “Off the bed, Little Missy,” he told her, “And bend over. Time for your spanking.” “Y-you’re kidding right?” she asked uncertainly. “You’re the only kid here, now do as your papa tells you or your punishment will be even worse,” he told her firmly and her eyes widened with her brows going up so high she was surprised they didn’t hit the roof. “Now!” he ordered and she was instantly off the bed, her tail poofed out and her ears back. When she was within reach, he turned her and made her bed over with her hands on the edge of the bed. Since she was only four feet tall, he knelt on one knee and brushed her tail out of the way. “You were a very naughty girl at the restaurant today. Doing something so bad where just anyone could see,” he scolded, giving her rump a sharp slap, making her give a little cry and clutch at the sheets hard. “I-I don’t like thi-“ “If that waiter had caught on, I’d be sitting in a jail cell right now, Little Missy,” he said firmly, “Would you like that? Your Papa sitting in a cell with muggers and rapists?” “N-no but we didn-“ Her words were cut off when he sharply slapped her rump again, making her eep and jump a little. “The only but here, Little Missy, is yours,” he told her before sliding a finger inside her pussy, which made her stiffen up and moan just a little. It was a brief respite however, because in the next moment, he pulled his finger back out and slapped her rump again. Another little cry she gave as she leaned further forward and bit the comforter, weathering the spanks as they came again and again. Somehow, somewhere in the middle of that rain of slaps, she felt a fire light in her pussy, growing in intensity with each slap until she was shaking not from fear and pain but from pleasure so intense that the juices flooding from her cunny had trailed all the way down her legs by the time he stopped slapping and started stroking her rump. “Such a naughty little girl, getting so wet from Papa’s spankings,” he said in a low, husky voice and she found herself replying immediately. “I’m sorry, Papa! I’m such a bad girl!” she cried softly, tears sparkling at the corner of her eyes, “Punish me more!” “Mmm…” Matt hummed softly. “I have something very different in mind for you, Little Missy.” He stood and quickly unbuttoned his shirt then took off his pants, stripping completely before scooping her up and climbing into the bed with her in his arms. Then he lay down and laid her atop him, his hands holding her hips. “I’m going to fuck you with my big, hard cock until you pass out,” he growled softly up at her, making her shudder, “And your mother is going to watch.” He grinned then, seeing Sammie in the doorway looking extremely concerned. Before Whisper could reply, he moved her tiny hips and thrust his cock into her, only sliding halfway before the liquid flame of her tight cunny made him stop with a shudder and gasp. Fighting to get back his control, he bit his lower lip and pulled her down the rest of the way, seeing through the haze of pleasure that she was lost to the world now, her tongue lulled out as she leaned back, his thick dick stretching her deliciously. She moaned wantonly and moved her hips a little bit as Matt looked over at Sammie. “Come here, Sammie,” he whispered softly and she hesitated by the door for another moment before slowly walking over. She was wearing a big plain blue t-shirt that fell down to mid-thigh and he couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties but he knew she was without a bra from the sway of her breasts. When she stopped by the bed, he rocked his hips a little while reaching over and taking her hand, pulling her up onto the bed with him. She resisted only a little bed soon she was laying beside him, her mother’s moans and the heavy scent of sex in the air lowering her inhibitions. He kissed her, his tongue sliding in to wrestle hungrily with hers while he took her hand and guided it over towards Whisper. At the last second, he broke their kiss and pulled whisper down to lay upon his chest as he thrust up into her slightly with clenches of his butt cheeks. It was then that he led Sammie’s hand back behind Whisper’s rump to where his cock was stuffed inside her cunny. She flinched at the first touch, not knowing what it was she was touching, but soon enough she was touching on her on, feeling and trying to find out what it was against her fingers. With that, Matt grasped Whisper’s hips in his hands and urged her to raise and lower herself on his cock. She groaned and raised up with her hands on his chest before doing as he wanted, feeling Sammie’s hand and fingers every now and then but so lost in the pleasure radiating from between her legs that she didn’t really register it. Sammie’s lips trembled a little when she finally realized what he was letting her feel, why he’d brought her in here, and she rubbed her thighs together as she leaned closer, seeking out his mouth for another kiss which he met her halfway for. She moaned into the kiss as she used her hand to feel her mother and Matthew having sex, her own body starting to hum with need, her nipples pressing hard against her shirt. Every squeak of the bed, every wet slap of flesh, every groan and moan all blended together with the heady, thick scent of sex in the air, creating a dreamscape of pleasure. Never before in her entire life had Sammie wished so earnestly with all her heart that she could see again. She wanted to see Matthew and her mother, wanted to see them together like this. She wanted it so bad it hurt and the feelings she perceived with her hand did not make that yearning lessen at all. “Papa… Papa!” Suddenly Whisper was screaming, leaning back as one hand rubbed at her throat while her other rubbed at her breasts while her whole body shook with her climax. She shook and quaked then tensed up when Matthew growled and came as well, pumping his seed into her little womb, the splashing of it inside her making her give another cry as she shuddered again. She went slack, collapsing atop him, and clutched at his chest as she panted and sobbed, “Oh god… Oh god… That… was…” She passed out before she could even finish her sentence, going so limp atop him that Matthew actually sat up a little to make sure he’d not sexed her to death. Sure enough she was breathing- though a bit shakily. He smiled and gently laid Whisper down beside him, tucking the blankets around her as he made her as comfortable as possible before he turned to Sammie. “Is she okay?” she asked softly, her voice trembling and sounding a little frustrated. “She’s fine,” he assured her softly, “But I can tell you’re not.” He kissed her cheek and pulled her closer. “You… you were hitting her,” Sammie said quietly. “Spanking. Very different thing. I will never hit your mother,” he said in a soft, soothing voice, “However I won’t hesitate to bend her over my knee… And I think she wouldn’t mind at all. Not if she comes that hard afterwards.” He chuckled softly and Sammie shifted a little. “Now then… I want you to stay here, with me and Whisper tonight,” he told her gently, “the bed is certainly big enough for all of us, and I feel I should pay you back for earlier.” “Oh no you don’t have t-“ He silenced her with a kiss then he was slowly kissing down her body, making her breathing catch, especially when he pushed her shirt up to expose that she was wearing thin pink and black lacy panties then further to expose her lush breasts. He stroked her stomach and sides gently, tenderly, as he nuzzled her left breast, her breathing starting to deepen. When he captured her nipple in his mouth, she bowed off the bed and cried out softly, her body alive with pleasure as she gripped the sheets of the bed on either side of her. His mouth was so hot and wet, and the gentle suction he applied all while rasping his tongue against the hard bud, it was enough to have her toes curling and her thighs rubbing together with a burning desire to scratch the itch that was driving her insane. While he suckled, his hand on her other breast gently massaged and worked her supple flesh, a groan vibrating in his throat as he did. God she had great breasts. It was all he could do to force himself to release her nipple to give the other the same treatment. Soon enough though, he shifted on the bed, using his legs to part hers. She tensed up suddenly and pushed at him, a sliver of fear running through her when she felt his cock brush against her thigh. Though she wanted him, actually having him in a position where he could take her was throwing cold water on her arousal. But that was very brief as he started to kiss down her body. By the time his lips brushed the top of her panties, that fire was back tenfold and her hands were buried in his red hair, clutching at him as he shifted and brushed his lips against her inner thighs, avoiding the apex while his hands slowly pulled down her panties. It was when he sat back on his knees and fully removed them that he saw that her panties where actually a very sexy thong. His eyebrows shot up and he gave a little strangled sound as he stared at the thing that was barely a scrap of material, torn between wanting to continue towards his goal and wanting to put the thong back on her and see how she looked wearing it from behind. Finally a jerk from his hand sent the scrap of lace to the floor and he dived between her legs. He went to work on her pussy like she was water and he’d been dying of thirst. He was totally out of his mind, the inside of his skull a fuzzy haze as his tongue lapped and licked at her delicate folds. Her feet pressed against his back and her thighs trembled, trying their hardest to clamp down on his head but his hands held them at bay. Her own hands were back in his hair, clutching at it so hard it bordered on pain but he didn’t care. He was drowning in her taste, rasping his flat tongue against her clit over and over before circling it and drawing it into his sucking mouth. She bucked and her back bowed again, thrusting her breasts up into the air. Her eyes were open, unseeing but sparkling with tears as the pleasure that assaulted her. Never before had Sammie felt anything remotely close to this kind of ecstasy. Her fingers had never got her this worked up, not even his touch in the car had her wound up so tight she thought she’d break. It was amazing she could even think at all, let alone be trying to find something, anything in her entire life to compare this to. Soon though, even those thoughts died, leaving her mind blank at the first thrust of his tongue into her. God damn his tongue was long. She’d known that when they’d kissed but feeling it thrust into her like this… A couple dozen thrusts of his tongue into her eager whole and she came undone, screaming out in pleasure as she came hard, shaking violently, her hands locked in his hair, her thighs slipping from his grasp. She clamped down tight on his head as she rode the cyclone of her climax and just as the pleasure was starting to ebb, she became aware of a tugging between her thighs just before Matt managed to free his head and gasp for air. She lay there limply, panting heavily, her head swimming. He said something but it was all gibberish to her and she giggled at his weirdness. Somewhere between that giggle and feeling him lay down beside her, she floated off into the oblivion of sleep. “I guess she didn’t hear me,” he said softly, wiping his mouth as he lay there between the two most important women of his life, staring up at the ceiling. He lay quiet for a long time before he whispered softly, “Please, God… Don’t let me fuck this up...”