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But of course, because of that, Elaine and \"Uncle\" Mikey never did get to have their own fun since they had to barge in on Zora and Westin's. Looks like they're gonna have to find a way to get separate rooms again... 😈\n\n[iconname]DreamGod[/iconname]—the most pathetic thing about all this is, Room 10 is technically supposed to be one huge story, but I cut it up simply because I was having trouble keeping up with what I needed to do next, and I was just going to release these about a week or so apart. And shamefully, it took me so long that it [i]almost[/i] became time for another Unshackled story. So, I'm [i]truly[/i] sorry that all of you are reading this in chunks, and even moreso for reading it late. \n\nI just need more focus...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Caught by the parents—the biological parents, at least—Zora and Westin are hastily cleaned up by the incestuous infidels, and Zora is sworn to secrecy...although she doesn't know what she was doing, or why it was wrong. 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—the most pathetic thing about all this is, Room 10 is technically supposed to be one huge story, but I cut it up simply because I was having trouble keeping up with what I needed to do next, and I was just going to release these about a week or so apart. And shamefully, it took me so long that it almost became time for another Unshackled story. So, I'm truly sorry that all of you are reading this in chunks, and even moreso for reading it late.

I just need more focus...", "writing": "``At least they weren't, [i]you know[/i],'' Mike called from the intervening door.\n\nElaine had to suppress rolling her eyes. She had the kids in their tub, helping as best she could to clean the two up, with substantial help from Zora. Of course, Westin didn't help at all, but at least he wasn't afraid of the water. [i]No[/i] Bloodhound was. The bath was convenient for Elaine, really, after what she'd just been doing with her own brother. It's not that she didn't love Stuart. She did. But her littermate knew her far better, and what Michael could do with his [i]fingers[/i]...!\n\nThe clock was ticking, though they were already mostly safe. Stuart would get back, but the kids were already mostly clean.\n\n``I'll get that,'' Zora said, scrubbing away at the fur on her momma's belly. Glancing down, Elaine blushed, realizing the little girl was brushing away strands of Mikey's cum that he'd painted her belly with. She didn't know what to say, all the more so when Zora connected the dots. ``You got those from Uncle Mikey, right?''\n\nElaine gave her daughter a stern look. ``N-no.''\n\n``But I saw you both through the door!'' Zora explained. ``You were on your back, and -''\n\n``Hush, Zora,'' her mother interrupted. ``You weren't supposed to see that. Can you pretend you didn't see anything for Mommy?'' Her heart was racing. She must have opened the door! How much did she see? Was that why she started `playing' with her brother?\n\nMikey had a great nose, but he wasn't deaf. ``She [i]saw[/i] us?'' he asked.\n\nElaine growled, ``Just focus on your job, Michael.'' To Zora, she said, ``We were doing special brother/sister things that are private. You know how Grandpa likes to kiss your forehead when you hug? It's like that. But it's not polite to talk about it.''\n\n``But why was what me an' Westin was doing was bad? Did I do it wrong? Was I spose'd to be on my back?''\n\n[i]Oh [/i][b][i]heavens[/i][/b]. Elaine shook her head. ``No, no, you two are too [i]young[/i] for any of this. I'll explain it when you're older.'' She carefully checked her young daughter for any errant strands of her son's exuberant semen. At least the boy hadn't needed much to clean up, and he was already back in his sheath.\n\n``O-okay...'' she whined.\n\nElaine added, ``And until then, don't tell [i]anyone[/i] what you saw, or what happened here. It's a secret, okay, like the extra scoop of ice cream I give you after swim lessons.''\n\nThat seemed to satisfy her daughter. Now with all the naughty stuff bathed in soap, the scratching at the door finally happened. Stuart, late as usual. Elaine suggested a change of plans - Room 10 was now officially a girl's room! She'd watch Zora, and Westin would share the bed with Daddy Stuart. Stuart wasn't sure what caused the change of plans, but he was easy enough to convince.\n\nElaine just had to figure out what she was going to do if the nosy, inquisitive, bright little girl actually [i]did[/i] ask about what she saw when she was older. Eventually, she was going to piece together what she and Mikey had been doing. And when that happened, Zora had better be on Mommy's side.\n\nSomehow this little vacation had become a lot more stressful than she'd anticipated!\n\n* * * * *\n\nEveryone got the message about keeping quiet except Westin, the only one that couldn't really talk. But everywhere he went on their vacation, he kept [i]showing[/i]. He showed when they met [i]the grandparents[/i]. He showed when they went to [i]Church[/i]. Elaine and Stuart, being four-leggers, had never been able to, nor needed to put clothes on the boy before, but with his [b]lipstick[/b] out everywhere, they finally got him some pants. If only, Elaine groaned, Zora wasn't the most sensible person to slide the pants onto him.\n\nWell, when Mikey was around, [i]he[/i] could dress Westin. Even [i]with [/i]a bathing suit, they couldn't go to the public swimming pool - he lasted all of ten minutes before the tent in his swim trunks started weirding out the other kids in the pool.\n\n``He's just going through a phase,'' Stuart explained to his parents. He didn't know, of course, that his young son had just gotten a blowjob to completion from his ten-year-old daughter.\n\nGrampy was understanding, but Grammy had plenty of disparaging comments for the precocious four-legger. And it wasn't like his boners were the only new behavior. Westin was sniffing [i]everyone's[/i] crotch, even Grammy! The old Bloodhound barked at him and shoved him away, but the puppy was insistent. ``When I was young, we were taught [i]manners![/i]'' she griped.\n\nElaine sighed. ``He's only two, Marice. He doesn't know what he's doing.''\n\n``[i]That's[/i] obvious. But whose job is it to teach him? Even a two-year-old understands the rod.''\n\n``Mom!'' gasped Stuart.\n\nIt was worst with Momma Elaine, though. She was in heat, and letting her brother cum all over her teats had done little to quell it. Maybe he'd been right - he could have bred her with the knot and maybe sated the horny mother - but then she'd have another kid to worry about, and another kid that [i]wouldn't[/i] be Stuart's. What was she going to do if any of her kids did ``39 And Me'' and found out they were only related to Elaine's side of the family?\n\n``Come on, Stuart,'' she whined. ``I know you don't want another kid, and we're in your childhood bedroom with your parents on the other end of the wall, but I'm in [i]heat[/i] and I need to be [i]bred[/i]. Please? We'll figure out the finances - and maybe the kid'll be a two-legger again? You know we could use the extra set of hands.''\n\n``We can satisfy your heat without going that far, Elaine. Honestly, you get so [i]horny[/i] like this it's a wonder I only have [i]two[/i] kids!''\n\n[b][i]None[/i][/b], she grimaced. It was like she was straight out of Game of Bones. If only her dumb husband would wise up and stick it to her! And for all his talk about `satisfying her', he still went straight to bed, leaving her sweating up the sheets alone. There simply weren't enough safe rooms to sneak off with Mikey, and she didn't trust herself not to go too far. The hotel tryst had been close enough!\n\nWhich was why she was honestly grateful when the week-long trip ended. On their way back home to the big city, Uncle Mikey drove them all back, to the same hotel for the sake of simplicity. It seemed even the fates were conspiring against the flustered wife, as they were even assigned to the same booking - Room 8 and Room 10.\n\n``Momma, what's happening!?''\n\n``What, dear?'' she asked, absentmindedly. But when she turned to watch Zora step out of the rental car, her eyes went wide. There was blood all over her crotch, and the seat of the car. ``Oh, God! Out, out, out!'' she yelped, tugging her daughter out of the vehicle.\n\nZora looked scared. ``What's wrong! Why am I bleeding!?''\n\nThere was quite the mess in the car, and Westin was sniffing it eagerly, his tail wagging. ``Mikey, get Westin out of there! No, honey, it's okay,'' she said to her daughter. ``This is normal, though you're getting it a bit early. C'mon, let's go inside.''\n\nElaine sat her little girl down, and they had `The Talk', which she had hoped to put off for another few years. Wasn't ten early for heat? It was hard to know for sure, since Elaine herself had become fertile at the age of three. Cleaning her up in the bathroom, they managed to velcro some of Elaine's diapers onto Zora, but the fit was pretty bad. ``Mikey, can you go get two-legger pads? Size S. And something to clean up the rental car?''\n\n``Uncle'' Mikey groaned, but agreed, but before he could leave, Elaine said, ``Oh, can you take Zora with you?''\n\n``What? Why?''\n\nElaine couldn't say it out loud, but she glanced over at the [i]boy[/i]. Westin was wagging his tail, sniffing after his sister, her ill-fitting diaper barely able to contain her heat. Keeping the kids separated was going to be awkward and challenging. Mikey got the picture, but Momma Elaine said, ``You can help her into her new pads,'' as if that explained it.\n\n``Yeah, sure,'' the Bloodhound agreed, looking distinctly uncomfortable. But as the only driver, he was the only pick - and besides, ``Uncle'' Mikey [i]was [/i]the girl's father.\n\nThat left Daddy Stuart, Momma Elaine, and Westin to check in together, requiring the help of a bellhop to get their luggage into the rooms. Which meant a tip. And with all the chaotic fracas that had occurred at this break of the exodus, Stuart sat frustrated in his room. ``And now I've got a headache!'' he groaned.\n\nElaine hopped into bed with him, all three in Room 8, Westin in the other full-size, who - now that Zora was gone - was finally settling down in a tight circle. ``I'm sorry, honey,'' she whispered to her husband, glancing over at her nearly-sleeping son. She went through the effort of getting a four-legger friendly snap-cap bottle of pills out of her bag that would have taken Mikey mere seconds. ``Take these. I know this wasn't the relaxing trip you'd hoped for.''\n\n``Hardly,'' Stuart agreed, nosing a couple apart to lap up, before snuggling next to his unfaithful wife. But could you really blame her? As much as she loved her Bloodhound husband, he refused to risk even safe sex with her during her heat when she needed it most. Mikey was there for her when she really needed it.\n\nLost in thought, twenty minutes passed, the rhythmic sound of her husband and son starting to fall asleep in her ears, even though it was only 8:00 PM. They never did adjust to the time change. Frustrated, Elaine nudged her husband. ``Still have a headache?'' she asked softly.\n\n``Rrrf? N-no, honey, I think I'm better,'' he stirred, whispering back.\n\nElaine held her breath. Finally she said, ``I need you. I -''\n\n``Now look...'' he started.\n\nShe interrupted. ``You listen up or I swear; some folks would [i]kill[/i] to have a wife that wants them so much. But there's no pills for [i]my[/i] discomfort.''\n\n``Our son is [i]right[/i] there!'' he whispered, glancing over at the two-year-old.\n\nElaine rolled her eyes. ``We can go to Room 10. He'll survive alone for twenty minutes.''\n\n``You're being ridiculous,'' Stuart groaned.\n\nShe clenched her teeth shut. ``Look. I'm going in there to get off, and I'm [i]hoping[/i] you'll join me. We can keep it safe. You owe me this, Stuart...!'' With that, she hopped up onto all fours.\n\n``El[i]aiiiine[/i],'' he groaned, not standing up.\n\n``I [i]mean[/i] it,'' she growled, pressing the feral doorknob and opening the kids' room. With a meaningful look back at her useless husband, she walked on through, hoping he'd step up finally and be right on her heels.\n\nBut he wasn't.\n\nThe door closed behind her and remained shut.\n\n``Rrrrrrgh!'' she growled, curling up right where she stood. If he wouldn't help her out, she'd [i]do it herself![/i] Pulling off the velcro, she slipped out of her diaper, finally freeing her heat-swollen spade into the hotel room. Zora wouldn't notice the smell, since she was also in heat. But the only real problem was that Elaine had never figured out how to successfully masturbate! Perhaps having a twin brother more than willing to pump his fingers (or his cock) up her cooch had spoiled the old bitch.\n\nBut now she was alone with every incentive to try. She leaned back against the bed and tried to rub herself with her rough paws, but that didn't even feel good, much less get her closer. She stretched down to lick herself, which always [i]did[/i] feel good, but only served to tease her. Whenever she started to hump reflexively, she lost control of her tongue. Maybe the shower? But first, she hopped halfway up on the bed. Her front paws clutched the foot of the bed, her hips flush with the end. Had the bedding been changed recently? Or maybe they were upgraded with something a little more thick? They hotel sheets were so puffy, they almost reached her spade. Whining, Momma Elaine hopped with as much strength as she could, inadvertently humping the edge of the bed, squirming closer and closer until she [i]felt[/i] it - her pussy pressing against the warm, textured covers! Without missing a beat, her attempts to scramble up the bed immediately turned into simply [i]railing[/i] it, puffing and panting with each thrust. It felt soft and nice, and when she got closer to orgasm, she just humped [i]harder[/i], which only increased the sensation.\n\n[i]This isn't so bad[/i], she thought, though she doubted it would let her go all the way. Grimacing, she reached a front paw all the way down between her legs. It was a stretch and a bit painful for the feral Bloodhound, but she managed to cup her fat spade. ``Ooh! Oh!'' she whined, humping her paw with abandon. If she had some sort of lube, this could [i]really[/i] work for her!\n\nThat was when the door from Room 8 finally opened, her dumb husband finally coming to his senses! ``[i]Finally![/i]'' she gasped, using her paw to curl her lips outward, tail hiked to reveal everything. ``I can't take this, baby,'' she panted. ``Come [i]devour[/i] me!'' The Bloodhound trotted to her eagerly... but Elaine certainly didn't realize the wrong ``baby'' was in the room. \n\nWestin, at some point, had woken up soon after Stuart went pouting in the corner of the other bed. The inviting scent of a heated bitch flooded his nostrils, jumpstarting his body into consciousness. He remembered his Uncle Mikey dragging him away from that delicious, powerful heady scent in the car earlier today...but now it was back, just on the other side of that door, in Room 10! Like any good adolescent, he followed his dick to the scent, pawing frustratedly at the door until he accidentally had made contact with the four-legged accessible knob. It swung open to reveal something he'd never seen before - his mother, legs spread, tail raised, literally presenting her bulging pussy that he'd been sniffing after all week. And now the smell was stronger than ever! She was even calling to him, begging him to take her!\n\nSo of course, Westin rushed to her, the interjoining door closing behind him. His mother never got a good look over her shoulder before the Bloodhound's thick, warm tongue made contact with her quivering fortune cookie. ``[i]Nnngh![/i]'' she moaned, the bestial licks of her two-year-old son pushing into her overworked, under-pleasured pussy. Humping her paw was [i]nothing[/i] compared to that slick, warm organ slamming her labia apart before plunging past her little clit to bury deep in the same vagina that had [i]birthed[/i] the horny hound dog.\n\n``Oh, Stuart...'' she groaned, oblivious. Westin didn't seem to notice or care that his mother had no idea just who it was eating her out. He was too busy enjoying the flavor of her fertile heat, probing and curling his tongue up and down her clenching tunnel, greedily guzzling her arousal. ``You have [i]no[/i] idea how much I need this...'' she panted, not aware just how accurate that statement was.\n\nGrunting, the Bloodhound bitch slammed against the bed until it squeaked, her toes curling as much as her tail, glancing over her shoulder to see her son's wagging tail. ``Stuart, I'm so close...'' she whined. ``Don't stop...!''\n\nBut of course, he did. Westin finished drinking every drop his mother had to offer, and his two-year-old brain wasn't formed in such a way that it could possibly compete with the brain swinging between his legs. This bitch was in heat, and instincts told him what to do. Did he know he was at risk of knocking up his own mother? Not consciously. But his balls ached to let loose in her warm, bouncing cunny.\n\n``Stuart?'' she asked, as he did exactly what she asked him not to. He pulled his tongue sloppily out of her and began to climb onto his mother's back. ``W-we can't, remember? U-unless you want to risk...''\n\nIt seemed he did, which sent Momma Elaine's heart a-flutter. Not only had her stubborn husband finally come in to take care of her, he was letting his attraction to her overcome his rational mind, ready to make another pup or two. [i]This[/i] was who she wanted - [b][i]this[/i][/b] was what Uncle Mikey did for her. At this rate, she wouldn't need to cheat on Stuart anymore! She whimpered and dug her paws into the bed, waiting patiently as the large, male Bloodhound covered her back.\n\n``Oh, God!'' she gasped, as he started to [i]hump[/i]. His tip swung back and forth, rubbing against her legs, colliding awkwardly with her spade, missing entirely. But she knew he'd find his place eventually. ``This is so hot, Stu -''\n\nShe happened to look back, and for once, her son's face was not obscured by her engorged pussy, dug under her hind legs. He was only a foot away, resting on her back, and even a half-casual glance made Momma Elaine's eyes go [i]wide[/i]. [i]That's not Stuart!\n\n[/i]\n\nHer brain froze up, the screeching sound of a 90's era modem running through her head as she tried to piece her brain over all this information. Her [i]son[/i] had followed his nose to her, not [i]Stuart[/i]! The delightful licks she'd just received had been from [i]Westin[/i]. Her husband was likely sleeping next door, completely unaware! And...her two-year-old son, all but completely non-verbal, was humping on her back, his almost-full grown cock grinding just beneath her bloated, fertile spade.\n\nSputtering, gasping, and twitching, Elaine weakly tried to climb the rest of the way onto the bed - as it was the only direction she had to escape her ignorant but forceful son - but his heavy thrusts kept her hips flush with the edge of the mattress. She dropped her jaw, her jowls flapping from her fervent panting. ``D-down, Westin!'' she whispered harshly, desperate not to wake Stuart to catch them like this! But he was insistent, his instincts easily overcoming his desire not to displease his mother. ``You - we - I...'' she stammered, interrupted each time she felt his hips collide with her hindquarters, his slick, red cocktip getting closer and closer to hitting home in her sopping wet pussy.\n\nShe was stuck, and he wasn't going to listen. Her only hope was to [i]howl[/i], to call for Stuart and have him realize just what his (supposed) son was doing to her. Knowing Stuart, he'd hold it against the boy, even though Westin was just following his nose like any good Bloodhound. Still, she couldn't just cling to the edge of the bed and let her son have his way with her! Sure, she'd cheated on her husband with Mikey, but they'd been adults, and she'd been sleeping with her brother before she even [i]met[/i] Stuart. Westin was a [i]child[/i].\n\nAll evidence to the contrary. She winced and whined and squirmed beneath him, trying to direct her bulging cookie away from his bucking cock, as large as his father. Her wet spade squished and distorted and gaped and dripped, smearing her juices along his errant shaft. She would never have managed to get off on her own, but Westin's dick promised a desperate release...and the risk of a litter. Her own son might be a father before he could say his alphabet!\n\n[i]Splop![/i] She widened her eyes when she felt him pull back, his next short little thrust lining up his tip so that it was cupped by the tapered tip of her pussy. He rapidly adjusted, just one more hump from claiming his mother's heat-swollen tunnel. She could feel the slippery pre-cum that all but proved his balls were functional sticking to her pussy lips, every second another risk. Shaking her head, Elaine opened her mouth and [i]yelled[/i].\n\nShe [i]yelled[/i].\n\nShe... - no sound came out. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Her voice caught in her throat, - her heat driving her mad, too occupied to sneak off with Mike, the thought of her husband catching them like this, a solution to everything only centimeters away... it was making her tremble. She [i]had[/i] to. But she [i]couldn't[/i]. She... didn't [b][i]want[/i][/b] to. And so, with Westin's next thrust, Momma Elaine had to grit her teeth to cut off a howl, not for help, but of [i]pleasure[/i]. Knowing the full consequences of her actions (or rather, inaction), she just lay there with her legs spread, sighing when her son pushed up and into her fat, bouncing spade. He widened quickly around the middle, stretching her out like Mikey the week before, his tongue drooling over her back. Elaine shuddered as he hammered up, quickly reaching her inner tunnel. Fertile as she was, her hips spread apart easily for him, clenching and suckling her son's cock even deeper. He was half-buried now, all that cream that had teased her lips now spilling out just inches from her defenseless womb.\n\nWhile it took his mother all her effort to keep quiet, Westin was content to utter low grunts and growled as he pounded the sexy Bloodhound that had been taunting him all week. There, in that moment, there wasn't Daddy Stuart, Momma Elaine, or sister Zora. There wasn't even [i]Westin[/i], though he definitely knew his own name. All that passed through the neurons in his brain was ``bitch in heat'', ``breed her!'' and ``HUMP.'' The most important person in his life, his mom, had been reduced to a tight, warm cunny wrapped around his adolescent cock. He humped hard and deep, hilting himself without any worry, his loose, caramel balls slapping his mom's ass.\n\nBut Elaine was worried. She knew Westin was all the way in, his tip grazing her cervix, and that meant his knot was swelling inside her black, flexible spade. What on Earth was she to do? She couldn't get out from under her large son, she couldn't ask [i]Stuart[/i] for help, and if she did neither thing, Westin was going to knot and breed her, hard, until she was sloshing with his virgin cum. She shivered and moaned, imagining that scene far too long, her tail curled to the side. Like Mikey, he fit so well inside her! [i]Oooohh....[/i] Would it be so bad...?\n\nWith luck, she could separate from her son before Stuart woke up, and before Mikey and Zora got back. Westin wasn't about to tell anyone what happened! And if he [i]did[/i] knock her up, was that really so bad? She'd [i]already[/i] had her brother's kids. How much worse was having her [i]brother's [/i][b][i]son's[/i][/b] kids? No one would know, not even Mikey, and Elaine would get what she [i]so desperately needed[/i].\n\n``Goo - Good boy!'' she panted softly, no longer trying to climb onto the bed. Instead, the Bloodhound mother pushed [i]back[/i] against her son, spreading her legs and working her pussy back and forth over his pumping cock. He'd been trying to make her his bitch all week, and who was [i]she[/i] to stop her young stud of a son? She was exactly where a heat swollen cunt was supposed to be, panting under a powerful male. He was so forceful, direct, silent - she wondered if this was how the women who got caught on T.V. fucking their pets felt...so small, so weak, so [i]horny[/i]. Bouncing back against her son, she felt his fat, fine-haired balls quivering up against her hips. She dug her muzzle into the pillowy down to keep from moaning too loud, eyes wide as she waited for her son to finally knot and make this moment inevitable. Already, her vulva bulged and quivered around his swollen glands, ready to squeeze down and milk her son for all her was worth.\n\n``Mama!'' he called out - his first words of the entire encounter. That short vocalization faded into a series of sharp, quick thrusts that saw his knot swell the rest of the way, stretched taut against her entire fat spade. Whimpering, the young mother reflexively [i]clenched[/i], her triangular lips cinching tight around the hilt of his cock and holding him tight. Eyes rolling in the back of the Bloodhound's head, she muffled her moans in the comforter as her hips started to [i]buck[/i] uncontrollably, bouncing and shifting and circling around her son's no-longer-virgin cock. No matter how hard she thrust, his knot held like any full grown Bloodhound, tapered tip smack-dab nestled against her defenseless womb.\n\n[i]Splurt! Spriiit! Spluuuuurt!\n\n[/i]\n\nThose big boy balls erupted for the second time in Room 10, but this time the load went exactly one place, instead of all over his sister. It took all her power not to moan, but Westin didn't have any reason not to. He howled, ``[b][i]Oooh-oooh-ooooh-wooooah![/i][/b]'' as he filled his beloved mother up like a fire hose. Her pussy bulge quivered and squeezed around him, grinding her clit up and down, working him over. His full balls churned, clenching hard, splattering Momma Elaine's tried and true womb with boiling hot, fresh, fertile cum. [i]At least the puppies will be purebred[/i], she thought. But if those howls woke up Stuart, she was going to be in some boiling hot [i]water[/i].\n\nBut Westin's bellows were short-lived, and the door behind them never opened. As usual, Stuart slept through it. He was an expert at remaining blissfully ignorant of what his wife was up to, and this time she hadn't even [i]meant[/i] to! She drooled and moaned, lost to sexual abandon, her whole body shuddering beneath her well-endowed son, by [i]far[/i] the best fuck she'd ever had by a four-legger. He nearly rivaled ``Uncle'' Mikey, despite not having hands! She whined and pumped her hips, the warmth of his seeping cum spreading evenly throughout her midsection. She lay gasping and panting on the bed, barely able to move.\n\nWhich was fine by Westin, who hopped off her back, tucking his dick behind him and letting the tightness squeeze even more into his desperate bitch. He wagged his thick, brown tail above her, drooling down his jowls onto the carpet. The tight embrace of their twisted genitals was every bit as intimate at their coupling had been, and he grunted as his balls worked overtime.\n\nAfter ten minutes, Momma Elaine sensed her time was running out. She'd need a shower for sure, though Westin himself mostly smelled the same. Pushing herself the rest of the way off the bed and turning around, she stood side-by-side on the ground with her proud son, tugging gently at the half-flaccid knot. She licked the side of his face and whispered, ``Good boy - but we can't do this [i]all[/i] the time, okay? I promise we'll do it again, but you gotta stop trying to sniff me in front of other people, okay?''\n\nShe had no idea if those words were processed correctly through his two-year-old brain, but he did wag his tail and say, ``Mama!''\n\nElaine groaned, still stuck to him. How much longer before she could try to cover this all up? She just hoped that Uncle Mikey and Zora met some untimely delays...\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "``At least they weren't, you know,'' Mike called from the intervening door.

Elaine had to suppress rolling her eyes.  She had the kids in their tub, helping as best she could to clean the two up, with substantial help from Zora.  Of course, Westin didn't help at all, but at least he wasn't afraid of the water.  No Bloodhound was.  The bath was convenient for Elaine, really, after what she'd just been doing with her own brother.  It's not that she didn't love Stuart.  She did.  But her littermate knew her far better, and what Michael could do with his fingers...!

The clock was ticking, though they were already mostly safe.  Stuart would get back, but the kids were already mostly clean.

``I'll get that,'' Zora said, scrubbing away at the fur on her momma's belly.  Glancing down, Elaine blushed, realizing the little girl was brushing away strands of Mikey's cum that he'd painted her belly with.  She didn't know what to say, all the more so when Zora connected the dots.  ``You got those from Uncle Mikey, right?''

Elaine gave her daughter a stern look.  ``N-no.''

``But I saw you both through the door!'' Zora explained.  ``You were on your back, and -''

``Hush, Zora,'' her mother interrupted.  ``You weren't supposed to see that.  Can you pretend you didn't see anything for Mommy?''  Her heart was racing.  She must have opened the door!  How much did she see?  Was that why she started `playing' with her brother?

Mikey had a great nose, but he wasn't deaf.  ``She saw us?'' he asked.

Elaine growled, ``Just focus on your job, Michael.''  To Zora, she said, ``We were doing special brother/sister things that are private.  You know how Grandpa likes to kiss your forehead when you hug?  It's like that.  But it's not polite to talk about it.''

``But why was what me an' Westin was doing was bad?  Did I do it wrong?  Was I spose'd to be on my back?''

Oh heavens.  Elaine shook her head.  ``No, no, you two are too young for any of this.  I'll explain it when you're older.''  She carefully checked her young daughter for any errant strands of her son's exuberant semen.  At least the boy hadn't needed much to clean up, and he was already back in his sheath.

``O-okay...'' she whined.

Elaine added, ``And until then, don't tell anyone what you saw, or what happened here.  It's a secret, okay, like the extra scoop of ice cream I give you after swim lessons.''

That seemed to satisfy her daughter.  Now with all the naughty stuff bathed in soap, the scratching at the door finally happened.  Stuart, late as usual.  Elaine suggested a change of plans  -  Room 10 was now officially a girl's room!  She'd watch Zora, and Westin would share the bed with Daddy Stuart.  Stuart wasn't sure what caused the change of plans, but he was easy enough to convince.

Elaine just had to figure out what she was going to do if the nosy, inquisitive, bright little girl actually did ask about what she saw when she was older.  Eventually, she was going to piece together what she and Mikey had been doing.  And when that happened, Zora had better be on Mommy's side.

Somehow this little vacation had become a lot more stressful than she'd anticipated!

* * * * *

Everyone got the message about keeping quiet except Westin, the only one that couldn't really talk.  But everywhere he went on their vacation, he kept showing.  He showed when they met the grandparents.  He showed when they went to Church.  Elaine and Stuart, being four-leggers, had never been able to, nor needed to put clothes on the boy before, but with his lipstick out everywhere, they finally got him some pants.  If only, Elaine groaned, Zora wasn't the most sensible person to slide the pants onto him.

Well, when Mikey was around, he could dress Westin.  Even with a bathing suit, they couldn't go to the public swimming pool - he lasted all of ten minutes before the tent in his swim trunks started weirding out the other kids in the pool.

``He's just going through a phase,'' Stuart explained to his parents.  He didn't know, of course, that his young son had just gotten a blowjob to completion from his ten-year-old daughter.

Grampy was understanding, but Grammy had plenty of disparaging comments for the precocious four-legger.  And it wasn't like his boners were the only new behavior.  Westin was sniffing everyone's crotch, even Grammy!  The old Bloodhound barked at him and shoved him away, but the puppy was insistent.  ``When I was young, we were taught manners!'' she griped.

Elaine sighed.  ``He's only two, Marice.  He doesn't know what he's doing.''

``That's obvious.  But whose job is it to teach him?  Even a two-year-old understands the rod.''

``Mom!'' gasped Stuart.

It was worst with Momma Elaine, though.  She was in heat, and letting her brother cum all over her teats had done little to quell it.  Maybe he'd been right - he could have bred her with the knot and maybe sated the horny mother - but then she'd have another kid to worry about, and another kid that wouldn't be Stuart's.  What was she going to do if any of her kids did ``39 And Me'' and found out they were only related to Elaine's side of the family?

``Come on, Stuart,'' she whined.  ``I know you don't want another kid, and we're in your childhood bedroom with your parents on the other end of the wall, but I'm in heat and I need to be bred.  Please?  We'll figure out the finances - and maybe the kid'll be a two-legger again?  You know we could use the extra set of hands.''

``We can satisfy your heat without going that far, Elaine.  Honestly, you get so horny like this it's a wonder I only have two kids!''

None, she grimaced.  It was like she was straight out of Game of Bones.  If only her dumb husband would wise up and stick it to her!  And for all his talk about `satisfying her', he still went straight to bed, leaving her sweating up the sheets alone.  There simply weren't enough safe rooms to sneak off with Mikey, and she didn't trust herself not to go too far.  The hotel tryst had been close enough!

Which was why she was honestly grateful when the week-long trip ended.  On their way back home to the big city, Uncle Mikey drove them all back, to the same hotel for the sake of simplicity.  It seemed even the fates were conspiring against the flustered wife, as they were even assigned to the same booking  -  Room 8 and Room 10.

``Momma, what's happening!?''

``What, dear?'' she asked, absentmindedly.  But when she turned to watch Zora step out of the rental car, her eyes went wide.  There was blood all over her crotch, and the seat of the car.  ``Oh, God! Out, out, out!'' she yelped, tugging her daughter out of the vehicle.

Zora looked scared.  ``What's wrong!  Why am I bleeding!?''

There was quite the mess in the car, and Westin was sniffing it eagerly, his tail wagging.  ``Mikey, get Westin out of there!  No, honey, it's okay,'' she said to her daughter.  ``This is normal, though you're getting it a bit early. C'mon, let's go inside.''

Elaine sat her little girl down, and they had `The Talk', which she had hoped to put off for another few years.  Wasn't ten early for heat?  It was hard to know for sure, since Elaine herself had become fertile at the age of three.  Cleaning her up in the bathroom, they managed to velcro some of Elaine's diapers onto Zora, but the fit was pretty bad.  ``Mikey, can you go get two-legger pads?  Size S.  And something to clean up the rental car?''

``Uncle'' Mikey groaned, but agreed, but before he could leave, Elaine said, ``Oh, can you take Zora with you?''

``What? Why?''

Elaine couldn't say it out loud, but she glanced over at the boy.  Westin was wagging his tail, sniffing after his sister, her ill-fitting diaper barely able to contain her heat.  Keeping the kids separated was going to be awkward and challenging.  Mikey got the picture, but Momma Elaine said, ``You can help her into her new pads,'' as if that explained it.

``Yeah, sure,'' the Bloodhound agreed, looking distinctly uncomfortable.  But as the only driver, he was the only pick - and besides, ``Uncle'' Mikey was the girl's father.

That left Daddy Stuart, Momma Elaine, and Westin to check in together, requiring the help of a bellhop to get their luggage into the rooms.  Which meant a tip.  And with all the chaotic fracas that had occurred at this break of the exodus, Stuart sat frustrated in his room.  ``And now I've got a headache!'' he groaned.

Elaine hopped into bed with him, all three in Room 8, Westin in the other full-size, who - now that Zora was gone - was finally settling down in a tight circle.  ``I'm sorry, honey,'' she whispered to her husband, glancing over at her nearly-sleeping son.  She went through the effort of getting a four-legger friendly snap-cap bottle of pills out of her bag that would have taken Mikey mere seconds.  ``Take these.  I know this wasn't the relaxing trip you'd hoped for.''

``Hardly,'' Stuart agreed, nosing a couple apart to lap up, before snuggling next to his unfaithful wife.  But could you really blame her?  As much as she loved her Bloodhound husband, he refused to risk even safe sex with her during her heat when she needed it most.  Mikey was there for her when she really needed it.

Lost in thought, twenty minutes passed, the rhythmic sound of her husband and son starting to fall asleep in her ears, even though it was only 8:00 PM.  They never did adjust to the time change.  Frustrated, Elaine nudged her husband.  ``Still have a headache?'' she asked softly.

``Rrrf?  N-no, honey, I think I'm better,'' he stirred, whispering back.

Elaine held her breath.  Finally she said, ``I need you.  I -''

``Now look...'' he started.

She interrupted.  ``You listen up or I swear; some folks would kill to have a wife that wants them so much.  But there's no pills for my discomfort.''

``Our son is right there!'' he whispered, glancing over at the two-year-old.

Elaine rolled her eyes.  ``We can go to Room 10.  He'll survive alone for twenty minutes.''

``You're being ridiculous,'' Stuart groaned.

She clenched her teeth shut.  ``Look.  I'm going in there to get off, and I'm hoping you'll join me.  We can keep it safe.  You owe me this, Stuart...!''  With that, she hopped up onto all fours.

``Elaiiiine,'' he groaned, not standing up.

``I mean it,'' she growled, pressing the feral doorknob and opening the kids' room.  With a meaningful look back at her useless husband, she walked on through, hoping he'd step up finally and be right on her heels.

But he wasn't.

The door closed behind her and remained shut.

``Rrrrrrgh!'' she growled, curling up right where she stood.  If he wouldn't help her out, she'd do it herself!  Pulling off the velcro, she slipped out of her diaper, finally freeing her heat-swollen spade into the hotel room.  Zora wouldn't notice the smell, since she was also in heat.  But the only real problem was that Elaine had never figured out how to successfully masturbate!  Perhaps having a twin brother more than willing to pump his fingers (or his cock) up her cooch had spoiled the old bitch.

But now she was alone with every incentive to try.  She leaned back against the bed and tried to rub herself with her rough paws, but that didn't even feel good, much less get her closer.  She stretched down to lick herself, which always did feel good, but only served to tease her.  Whenever she started to hump reflexively, she lost control of her tongue.  Maybe the shower?  But first, she hopped halfway up on the bed.  Her front paws clutched the foot of the bed, her hips flush with the end.  Had the bedding been changed recently? Or maybe they were upgraded with something a little more thick? They hotel sheets were so puffy, they almost reached her spade.  Whining, Momma Elaine hopped with as much strength as she could, inadvertently humping the edge of the bed, squirming closer and closer until she felt it - her pussy pressing against the warm, textured covers! Without missing a beat, her attempts to scramble up the bed immediately turned into simply railing it, puffing and panting with each thrust.  It felt soft and nice, and when she got closer to orgasm, she just humped harder, which only increased the sensation.

This isn't so bad, she thought, though she doubted it would let her go all the way.  Grimacing, she reached a front paw all the way down between her legs.  It was a stretch and a bit painful for the feral Bloodhound, but she managed to cup her fat spade.  ``Ooh!  Oh!'' she whined, humping her paw with abandon.  If she had some sort of lube, this could really work for her!

That was when the door from Room 8 finally opened, her dumb husband finally coming to his senses!  ``Finally!'' she gasped, using her paw to curl her lips outward, tail hiked to reveal everything.  ``I can't take this, baby,'' she panted.  ``Come devour me!''  The Bloodhound trotted to her eagerly... but Elaine certainly didn't realize the wrong ``baby'' was in the room.  

Westin, at some point, had woken up soon after Stuart went pouting in the corner of the other bed. The inviting scent of a heated bitch flooded his nostrils, jumpstarting his body into consciousness. He remembered his Uncle Mikey dragging him away from that delicious, powerful heady scent in the car earlier today...but now it was back, just on the other side of that door, in Room 10!  Like any good adolescent, he followed his dick to the scent, pawing frustratedly at the door until he accidentally had made contact with the four-legged accessible knob.  It swung open to reveal something he'd never seen before - his mother, legs spread, tail raised, literally presenting her bulging pussy that he'd been sniffing after all week.  And now the smell was stronger than ever! She was even calling to him, begging him to take her!

So of course, Westin rushed to her, the interjoining door closing behind him.  His mother never got a good look over her shoulder before the Bloodhound's thick, warm tongue made contact with her quivering fortune cookie.  ``Nnngh!'' she moaned, the bestial licks of her two-year-old son pushing into her overworked, under-pleasured pussy.  Humping her paw was nothing compared to that slick, warm organ slamming her labia apart before plunging past her little clit to bury deep in the same vagina that had birthed the horny hound dog.

``Oh, Stuart...'' she groaned, oblivious.  Westin didn't seem to notice or care that his mother had no idea just who it was eating her out.  He was too busy enjoying the flavor of her fertile heat, probing and curling his tongue up and down her clenching tunnel, greedily guzzling her arousal.  ``You have no idea how much I need this...'' she panted, not aware just how accurate that statement was.

Grunting, the Bloodhound bitch slammed against the bed until it squeaked, her toes curling as much as her tail, glancing over her shoulder to see her son's wagging tail.  ``Stuart, I'm so close...'' she whined.  ``Don't stop...!''

But of course, he did.  Westin finished drinking every drop his mother had to offer, and his two-year-old brain wasn't formed in such a way that it could possibly compete with the brain swinging between his legs.  This bitch was in heat, and instincts told him what to do.  Did he know he was at risk of knocking up his own mother?  Not consciously.  But his balls ached to let loose in her warm, bouncing cunny.

``Stuart?'' she asked, as he did exactly what she asked him not to.  He pulled his tongue sloppily out of her and began to climb onto his mother's back.  ``W-we can't, remember?  U-unless you want to risk...''

It seemed he did, which sent Momma Elaine's heart a-flutter.  Not only had her stubborn husband finally come in to take care of her, he was letting his attraction to her overcome his rational mind, ready to make another pup or two.  This was who she wanted  -  this was what Uncle Mikey did for her.  At this rate, she wouldn't need to cheat on Stuart anymore!  She whimpered and dug her paws into the bed, waiting patiently as the large, male Bloodhound covered her back.

``Oh, God!'' she gasped, as he started to hump.  His tip swung back and forth, rubbing against her legs, colliding awkwardly with her spade, missing entirely.  But she knew he'd find his place eventually.  ``This is so hot, Stu -''

She happened to look back, and for once, her son's face was not obscured by her engorged pussy, dug under her hind legs.  He was only a foot away, resting on her back, and even a half-casual glance made Momma Elaine's eyes go wide.  That's not Stuart!



Her brain froze up, the screeching sound of a 90's era modem running through her head as she tried to piece her brain over all this information.  Her son had followed his nose to her, not Stuart!  The delightful licks she'd just received had been from Westin.  Her husband was likely sleeping next door, completely unaware!  And...her two-year-old son, all but completely non-verbal, was humping on her back, his almost-full grown cock grinding just beneath her bloated, fertile spade.

Sputtering, gasping, and twitching, Elaine weakly tried to climb the rest of the way onto the bed  -  as it was the only direction she had to escape her ignorant but forceful son -  but his heavy thrusts kept her hips flush with the edge of the mattress.  She dropped her jaw, her jowls flapping from her fervent panting.  ``D-down, Westin!'' she whispered harshly, desperate not to wake Stuart to catch them like this!  But he was insistent, his instincts easily overcoming his desire not to displease his mother.  ``You - we - I...'' she stammered, interrupted each time she felt his hips collide with her hindquarters, his slick, red cocktip getting closer and closer to hitting home in her sopping wet pussy.

She was stuck, and he wasn't going to listen.  Her only hope was to howl, to call for Stuart and have him realize just what his (supposed) son was doing to her.  Knowing Stuart, he'd hold it against the boy, even though Westin was just following his nose like any good Bloodhound.  Still, she couldn't just cling to the edge of the bed and let her son have his way with her!  Sure, she'd cheated on her husband with Mikey, but they'd been adults, and she'd been sleeping with her brother before she even met Stuart.  Westin was a child.

All evidence to the contrary.  She winced and whined and squirmed beneath him, trying to direct her bulging cookie away from his bucking cock, as large as his father.  Her wet spade squished and distorted and gaped and dripped, smearing her juices along his errant shaft.  She would never have managed to get off on her own, but Westin's dick promised a desperate release...and the risk of a litter.  Her own son might be a father before he could say his alphabet!

Splop!  She widened her eyes when she felt him pull back, his next short little thrust lining up his tip so that it was cupped by the tapered tip of her pussy.  He rapidly adjusted, just one more hump from claiming his mother's heat-swollen tunnel.  She could feel the slippery pre-cum that all but proved his balls were functional sticking to her pussy lips, every second another risk.  Shaking her head, Elaine opened her mouth and yelled.

She yelled.

She...  -  no sound came out.  She couldn't bring herself to do it. Her voice caught in her throat,  -  her heat driving her mad, too occupied to sneak off with Mike, the thought of her husband catching them like this, a solution to everything only centimeters away... it was making her tremble.  She had to.  But she couldn't.  She... didn't want to. And so, with Westin's next thrust, Momma Elaine had to grit her teeth to cut off a howl, not for help, but of pleasure.  Knowing the full consequences of her actions (or rather, inaction), she just lay there with her legs spread, sighing when her son pushed up and into her fat, bouncing spade.  He widened quickly around the middle, stretching her out like Mikey the week before, his tongue drooling over her back.  Elaine shuddered as he hammered up, quickly reaching her inner tunnel.  Fertile as she was, her hips spread apart easily for him, clenching and suckling her son's cock even deeper.  He was half-buried now, all that cream that had teased her lips now spilling out just inches from her defenseless womb.

While it took his mother all her effort to keep quiet, Westin was content to utter low grunts and growled as he pounded the sexy Bloodhound that had been taunting him all week.  There, in that moment, there wasn't Daddy Stuart, Momma Elaine, or sister Zora.  There wasn't even Westin, though he definitely knew his own name.  All that passed through the neurons in his brain was ``bitch in heat'', ``breed her!'' and ``HUMP.''  The most important person in his life, his mom, had been reduced to a tight, warm cunny wrapped around his adolescent cock.  He humped hard and deep, hilting himself without any worry, his loose, caramel balls slapping his mom's ass.

But Elaine was worried.  She knew Westin was all the way in, his tip grazing her cervix, and that meant his knot was swelling inside her black, flexible spade.  What on Earth was she to do?  She couldn't get out from under her large son, she couldn't ask Stuart for help, and if she did neither thing, Westin was going to knot and breed her, hard, until she was sloshing with his virgin cum.  She shivered and moaned, imagining that scene far too long, her tail curled to the side.  Like Mikey, he fit so well inside her!  Oooohh.... Would it be so bad...?

With luck, she could separate from her son before Stuart woke up, and before Mikey and Zora got back.  Westin wasn't about to tell anyone what happened!  And if he did knock her up, was that really so bad?  She'd already had her brother's kids.  How much worse was having her brother's son's kids?  No one would know, not even Mikey, and Elaine would get what she so desperately needed.

``Goo - Good boy!'' she panted softly, no longer trying to climb onto the bed.  Instead, the Bloodhound mother pushed back against her son, spreading her legs and working her pussy back and forth over his pumping cock.  He'd been trying to make her his bitch all week, and who was she to stop her young stud of a son?  She was exactly where a heat swollen cunt was supposed to be, panting under a powerful male.  He was so forceful, direct, silent - she wondered if this was how the women who got caught on T.V. fucking their pets felt...so small, so weak, so horny.  Bouncing back against her son, she felt his fat, fine-haired balls quivering up against her hips.  She dug her muzzle into the pillowy down to keep from moaning too loud, eyes wide as she waited for her son to finally knot and make this moment inevitable.  Already, her vulva bulged and quivered around his swollen glands, ready to squeeze down and milk her son for all her was worth.

``Mama!'' he called out - his first words of the entire encounter.  That short vocalization faded into a series of sharp, quick thrusts that saw his knot swell the rest of the way, stretched taut against her entire fat spade.  Whimpering, the young mother reflexively clenched, her triangular lips cinching tight around the hilt of his cock and holding him tight.  Eyes rolling in the back of the Bloodhound's head, she muffled her moans in the comforter as her hips started to buck uncontrollably, bouncing and shifting and circling around her son's no-longer-virgin cock.  No matter how hard she thrust, his knot held like any full grown Bloodhound, tapered tip smack-dab nestled against her defenseless womb.

Splurt! Spriiit! Spluuuuurt!



Those big boy balls erupted for the second time in Room 10, but this time the load went exactly one place, instead of all over his sister.  It took all her power not to moan, but Westin didn't have any reason not to.  He howled, ``Oooh-oooh-ooooh-wooooah!'' as he filled his beloved mother up like a fire hose.  Her pussy bulge quivered and squeezed around him, grinding her clit up and down, working him over.  His full balls churned, clenching hard, splattering Momma Elaine's tried and true womb with boiling hot, fresh, fertile cum.  At least the puppies will be purebred, she thought.  But if those howls woke up Stuart, she was going to be in some boiling hot water.

But Westin's bellows were short-lived, and the door behind them never opened.  As usual, Stuart slept through it.  He was an expert at remaining blissfully ignorant of what his wife was up to, and this time she hadn't even meant to!  She drooled and moaned, lost to sexual abandon, her whole body shuddering beneath her well-endowed son, by far the best fuck she'd ever had by a four-legger.  He nearly rivaled ``Uncle'' Mikey, despite not having hands!  She whined and pumped her hips, the warmth of his seeping cum spreading evenly throughout her midsection.  She lay gasping and panting on the bed, barely able to move.

Which was fine by Westin, who hopped off her back, tucking his dick behind him and letting the tightness squeeze even more into his desperate bitch.  He wagged his thick, brown tail above her, drooling down his jowls onto the carpet.  The tight embrace of their twisted genitals was every bit as intimate at their coupling had been, and he grunted as his balls worked overtime.

After ten minutes, Momma Elaine sensed her time was running out.  She'd need a shower for sure, though Westin himself mostly smelled the same.  Pushing herself the rest of the way off the bed and turning around, she stood side-by-side on the ground with her proud son, tugging gently at the half-flaccid knot.  She licked the side of his face and whispered, ``Good boy - but we can't do this all the time, okay?  I promise we'll do it again, but you gotta stop trying to sniff me in front of other people, okay?''

She had no idea if those words were processed correctly through his two-year-old brain, but he did wag his tail and say, ``Mama!''

Elaine groaned, still stuck to him.  How much longer before she could try to cover this all up?  She just hoped that Uncle Mikey and Zora met some untimely delays...

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