Scene One:  Mom.
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They laid thier sons body on his bed.  His lifeless form sank into the soft mattress.  The fur around his neck was matted and twisted where the rope had crushed the tender flesh.  His muzzle was twisted  into a grimace; whether of agony or ecstasy might be hard to say.  Although his bloodshot half lidded eyes were definately smiling.\par
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Dad lifted the body at the hips, so that Mom could pull the changing sheet under the boys buttocks.  Dad then stepped back to let Mom work.  She pulled apart the diaper, and exposed the reeking mess within.  The soft material was filled with globs of feces, urine and semen.  The boy did enjoy being hanged so much.  Although most of his body was limp, one part of him was not.  One very important part\par
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She began using moist wipes to clean the boys pelvis.  Gently she stroked the fabric over his fur, pulling out all the shit.  She did not enjoy the shit, but she did enjoy handling her son this way.  In truth, her husband didn't really understand the boy's fetish for diapers and scatology.  But, considering her fetish for piss, and some of the other fetishes they shared, the boy's seemed harmless enough.  She liked that it give her a chance to play with him, though.  Starting at the back by the tail she firmly scrubbed him clean.  Working her way forward, she finished by stroking his erection with a clean wipe.  He would have enjoyed it had he been alive to experience it.  \par
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She leaned forward and placed her muzzle next to his firm rod.  Her left hand drifted between her legs, and lightly fingered her own engorged labial lips.  Since her sex had been thoroughly worked over by her husband while they had watched the boy strangle, she was still very sensitive.  A whisper of a sigh escaped her lips.  Had the boy been alive, she would have taken him into her muzzle, and he would have enjoyed that, too.\par
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She turned and looked at her husband, with a whistful smile on her face.  He too was beginnning to recover his erection.  Indulgently, he smiled his assent to her unspoken request.  Happily, she crawled up onto the bed, and straddled her son's body.  With her left hand, she opened her labial lips; with her right she guided the boys penis to her.  She sank down onto it with a groan of pleasure.\par
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She began rolling her hips.  Back and forth; up and down.  A circular motion that forced her dead son's tool to fill her vagina and stroke her sensitive labia.  She knew immediately that it would be only momemts before she reached her climax.\par
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A small part of her mind marveled, yet again, at how lustful and delightful her married life had become.  Once she would have found the idea of using her dead son as a dildo entirely unimaginable.  She had been thrilled to discover that one of the cities most powerful necromancers was every bit as great a pervert as she was.  Maybe even more.  And they fell in love; and in lust.  And they were married; oh, how delightful that ceremony had been!  Thier sex life had been fantastic.  He had insisted that she do any and every sex act he ever asked of her.  She promised that she always would.  She always had.  Remembering some of them was certainly stoking the fire in her belly.\par
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She could feel her breathing as it quickened.  She could feel her blood pounding in her ears as she lowered them. She could feel her long fluffy tail flitting madly about.  She could feel the loose flesh of her soft belly rolling, and the fatty tissue of her boobs bouncing.    She could feel the pressure building in her pelvis. She could feel the electric eroticism pouring down her spine.  She could feel her sphincter begin to clench on her sons love muscle as she rammed it into her belly.  She could feel the tip of him banging against her cervix as she pumped faster.  Any normal woman hated that pain; she enjoyed it.\par
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She spared a glance for her husband again.  He was openly leering at the spectacle of his wife yiffing his dead son.  His hand was gently stroking his erection again.  He liked watching her do sexual thing.  Even though her boobs were loosened by nursing, she knew her husband loved to watch them bounce and sway.  The show she was putting on was definately arousing him.  And she did so love to arouse him, to perform for him, to know that her body and her sexuality were exciting to him.\par
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That did it!  The fire in her belly suddenly flared, roaring up into her mind.  Her body seemed to seize the moment and every muscle seemed to stiffen as her sphincter clamped upon the welcome intrusion in her vagina.  She threw her head back and an extended moan escaped her muzzle.\par