The light of the sunrise stabbed painfully at his closed eyes. The boy grimaced and rolled over. He realized that he was cold, and that lead him to realize that he lay naked across his bed covers. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes. Then he remembered. His birthday yesterday. The little family party last night. He had yiffed his mother thoroughly. Then his mother and father had diapered him, and hanged him. He so enjoyed the crushing rope around his neck as it squeezed the life out of him. His mother had mouthed him through the flannel of the diaper as his father had yiffed her from behind. Asphyxiation and his mothers muzzle had brought him to a fantastic orgasm as his bowels loosened, and death creeped in behind his eyes. He looked out the uncurtained window. Since his second floor room faced the east, he was always the first to see the sunrise. Only one other window in the nieghborhood could see his, and that belonged to Mindy. He and she had been peeping at each other for years. If her father ever found out what else they had done, there would have been trouble. He sat up. The changing pad was under his hips, but the diaper was gone from his groin. He needed to piss, so he stood, and walked to the the lavatory. As he held himself to empty his bladder, he noticed that his sex was sticky. Mother? After he had died? If so, he hoped she had enjoyed it. As he walked back toward his room, he passed his parents room. The door was open, so he glanced in. Father was asleep on the bed, with a bit of blanket over his shoulder, leaving his ass uncovered and inviting. Mother was hanging by the neck from a gallows noose. She dangled naked next to the bed, with her hands cuffed behind her back, and shackles on her ankles. She made such a sexy picture that he stepped into the room to admire her. Up close he stared at her dead body. Her inner ears were a shocking red. Her eyes were glassy and slightly bloodshot around the edges. Her lips were slighty open revealing her clenched teeth. The rope around her neck was tight up into her jaw and dug deeply into the fur and flesh. Her soft sexy boobs stood out on her breast forced forward by the way her hands were cuffed behind her back. Her limp tail lay down between her ankles brushing against the shackles. He grabbed his rapidly growing erection with one hand, while lifting the other to gently stroke her muzzle. His necromantic skills were still weak, but he could tell that she was only moments from recovering. He knew that he really ought to get her down before she did. Instead his hand drifted down from her muzzle to the rope around her neck. He felt how deeply it had squeezed into her throat to block her breathing. He let his hand stroke further down over the soft fur on her cold flesh, until he gripped one boob. Raising the other hand, be began to fondle and stroke the two fatty globes, enjoying the plump squishiness of the well used tissue. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, and was rewarded to see them swell. The body quivered slightly. Looking into his mothers eyes, he could see the cloudiness rapidly fade. Then her chest heaved, and her belly twitched. Her eyes suddenly were full of life. Panic lit in them as she failed to draw a breath, but did not yet understand why. Her body shook, and her hands pulled uselessly at the cuffs that held them. Her tail flailed madly behind her, rolling her hips and waving her legs. He felt her struggles pushing her thighs against his erection. He leaned forward, and let his stiff flesh slide into the fur of her thighs. Unable to contain himself, he dropped his hands to hip level. With one hand he roughly forced open her labial lips. With the other hand he shoved his sex up against hers. It was dry and stiff at first, but he forced it in. Her eyes snapped to his face, and she suddenly realized what was happening. Her body suddenly heaved as she tried to throw her arms and legs around him. But she had forgotten the chains on her wrists and ankles, and only succeeded in opening her thighs to put her knees around his hips. He rapidly thrust into her, pounding against her mons venus, gripping her by the ass with both hands to get better purchase. Her body quickly began to produce her natural lubricants to ease the way. Her belly began to roll and heave trying to match his rythm. Was she trying to participate? To get out of it what she could? She began to sudder violently as asphyxia overtook her. It forced her boobs to bounce against his chest, slamming her nipples into his fur. Her muzzle turned up as if screaming, and her eyes began to roll as the lids began to droop. Most of her body stiffened, but her belly spasmed around his erection milking an orgasm from him as she died. For a long moment he clung to the limp body and his pelvis shuddered with the intensity of his climax. Then he stepped back. His mother had died, hanged by the neck, strangled. Again. Oh, but she looked so bueatiful swinging there. He took a deep breath. Coffee first, then a shower.