It was soothing for Vignette and Kiba to be able to simple look out the window of the former’s old bedroom and watch the snow fall.

It was lazy, and after such a whirlwind of a vacation, they were both in the mood for something relaxing and casual. The passive delight of watching snowflakes gather on the window was just the start of that, and out across the street, the boys could see the wind in the form of blowing, drifting white, scattering across the blacktop in seemingly impossible swirls.

“It’s been really great for your family to be so welcoming,” Kiba whispered, unsure of just how well the acoustics would carry in the old bedroom, converted to a guest room…and that was to say nothing of the soundproofing between it and the rooms down the hall. “I wasn’t really worried about it, but I guess I took it for granted that things could have gone a lot worse.”

“I told you they liked you,” Vignette lorded the point over his boyfriend. Giving the stag a gentle poke in the shoulder, he wanted to make it clear that he was only poking fun: he didn’t want to make small of any concerns Kiba actually had. “I’m sorry they’ve been running us so ragged this week, but if they didn’t like you, they would have found a way to leave you out of everything.”

“Guess that’s a fair point.”

“Yes, it is.”

“And…it’s a fair point that you’ve been staring at some members of your family more than you’ve been staring at me, since we got back.”

It was Kiba’s turn to poke a little fun at Vignette. He’d been biding his time—the rest of the hyena’s family was taking their pot-shots at him for the duration of the holiday break—and Kiba didn’t want to pile on too much.

With a break in the action and a little privacy, the deer was less than worried about pushing some of Vignette’s more sensitive buttons. He was excited for the chance to get a rise out of his boyfriend, but it wasn’t the same rise that his other relatives would have been after.

“I…w-well, I just haven’t seen them in a while,” Vignette argued. “That’s all.”

The hyena was grateful for the dimmer switch in the bedroom, allowing the pair to set the lights for the mood to begin with; that the darkness hid his nervous expression and wilted ears was a happy coincidence.

“Always got a soft spot for Mommy dearest, don’t you?”

For most couples, talking about one’s mother when they were naked, under the sheets and huddled up close to each other would have been an instant mood killer, but Vignette was of the belief that honesty was the best policy.

Long before that point, Kiba was made aware of just how much of a crush Vignette had on his own mother, and to that end, the deer answered with kindness, respecting his boyfriend for that level of honesty and transparency.

When she was just down the hall and fast asleep, however, Kiba wasn’t above pointing out a few of the things he’d noticed since the pair made it back into town…and though he’d start off nice and easy, Vignette already knew that his boyfriend would be going in for the kill before the evening was through.

“Like I said, I…I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m sure you’d be paying more attention to your parents if you hadn’t seen them in a while, wouldn’t you?”

“We’re not talking about both of them,” Kiba noted. Snaking his paws away from the comfortable fluff upon Vignette’s tummy, he dipped around the side of the hyena, tracing his fingertips along those familiar, chocolate stripes…

…until he fished out something that Vignette was sure he’d hidden a little bit.

“We’re just talking about your Mom, Vignette; I believe these belong to her?”

Tugging the panties out of the darkness and over the covers, Kiba didn’t have to dangle them over the end of Vignette’s nose, taunting him with the possibility that even a hint of his mother’s scent might still be present on that fabric…but it was so much more fun to watch Vignette’s eyes first shrink down with the panic of being discovered, and then…to soften at the gleaned scent of her womanhood.

Faint as it was on that recently washed fabric, he was sure that he still picked up an inkling of that warm, delicate tang, and that was enough to stir other things awake in a sleeping household.

“Bold of you to assume that she’d be okay with you borrowing these,” Kiba continued. “Bolder still that you figured I’d be okay with you bringing them into the bedroom, but…if it gets you going like that, I suppose I don’t mind you keeping them around.”

Under a full set of covers and a soft, down comforter, there was little need for clothing, even in the coldest months of the year.

Without that tighter prison of his briefs to contain his flesh, Vignette could do little, if anything, to cover up the way that his cock was already tenting against the sheets from below, pushing those covers up a little bit at a time.

“I just stole them earlier today,” Vignette confessed. “I didn’t think I’d be able to slip in there so easily, but I guess when everyone else was working on getting dinner ready, no one even heard me go up the stairs.”

“And you didn’t play with them, then? You didn’t grab them,” Kiba paused, balling up the soft, black silk in his palm. Pressing that bump right over the end of his boyfriend’s nose, he made sure that Vignette sucked in a deep, proper gasp before moving the lace and frills over the side of his check. “And put them right up to your face to get a good, full taste of her?”

Without even touching Vignette’s cock, Kiba already knew he was getting the better of his boyfriend. Much as it would have been fun to cup the shaft and hold it as it came to a proper erection, the deer was practicing patience, curious to feel just how stiff the hyena would be when he finally helped himself to that first touch.

“Or did you run off before you could have any real fun?”

Rubbing the crotch of the panties right into the side of Vignette’s face, Kiba kept up the aggression, but he was slow to move that silky pair down, along the side of his boyfriend’s neck. He didn’t stop at the collarbone, but pressing the balled-up silk against the middle of Vignette’s chest, the stag hesitated just long enough to demand an answer from him; he wouldn’t be the only one doing the talking.

Silence may have been an admission of guilt, but Kiba much preferred to hear the full truth from the source.

“I…I didn’t want to get caught, and I didn’t want to leave you alone down there for too long,” Vignette admitted. The shake in his voice gave way, only to come back with new strength, as the tickle of silk worked a slow, teasing trail toward the sensitive flesh of his pubic mound. “If I thought I had the c-chance, I…I probably would have.”

“So you were standing there, holding your Mom’s panties, pinched between your fingertips, probably stiff as a board…and all you could do was stuff them in your pocket and run.”

Kiba wasn’t afraid to push Vignette’s buttons, but this time, he was pressing them and taping them down, wanting to drive the hyena up the wall as much as he could before those panties would touch his pulsing cock.

“I thought you’d appreciate me rushing back downstairs to bail you out of any awkward conversations.”

“And when you came back down, I was holding my own just fine and having a wonderful time with your folks,” Kiba countered. “If I’d known what you were really up to when you said you were heading for the bathroom, I might have pulled your Mom aside and warned her to hide her favorite pairs.”

“Oh, you would never ha-

“You really don’t think I would?”

Kiba was glad that he didn’t have to go back in time and prove himself. In the heat of the moment, it made for an excellent threat, and his looming stare sold the idea that he really might have revealed Vignette’s big secret to his mother, no matter the consequences that would have followed.

“You’d be crazy to do something like that.”

“I’d be crazy to rub my boyfriend’s cock with his mother’s panties, but I’m still about to do it,” Kiba argued. On those words, he let the very edge of the silk brush over the tip of Vignette’s member, able to feel the seeping of precum through the paper-thin fabric. “Unless you really think I’m that crazy; if you do, maybe it’s for the best that I stop?”

Kiba wasn’t as familiar with the lay of the house, but Vignette knew it too well to let out the kind of moan that such an act demanded.

Biting his lip instead and sucking in a harsh breath, the hyena had no other way to silence himself, and nothing to distract him from the fact that his own mother’s panties were being tugged over the tip of his cock. “Please…d-don’t stop,” Vignette managed that much, but he was afraid to speak anymore than that, unsure if he’d be able to keep his voice down if he opened his muzzle a second time.

His request was honored, as silk moved down along his shaft and lace tickled the very edge of a taut, throbbing sack. Feeling such a delicate approach, Vignette didn’t think he’d have to worry about warning Kiba of an income mess too soon, but then, he knew how much playing into a kink could speed things along.

If they had to ask for a new set of sheets the next morning, it would be a dead giveaway to the rest of the house…but seeing that twisted grin on his boyfriend’s face, Vignette could already guess what the deer was going to play at.

“Wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon,” Kiba claimed. “Probably wasn’t gonna stop at all, unless you begged me to…and we both know you’re not gonna do that.”

The first stroke was slow and careful enough, but a tighter grip came with the second, and the third established a pace that would give Vignette just a few minutes to think of any bargain to make with his boyfriend.

Finding the words to tell him to stop was beyond the hyena’s capacity right then, and as much as Kiba was delighted to turn his boyfriend into a squirming mess, there was someone else delighted with the fact that Vignette couldn’t bring himself to stop the action.

With his head in the pillow and Kiba taking his full attention, Vignette never heard the muted click of the bedroom door coming unlatched, or the almost silent tmp of a paw stepping down against the hardwood, just heavily enough to make any sound in the first place.

Kiba thought he heard something, but he refused to turn his attention from the full, throbbing weight of Vignette’s cock, having just gotten his first sample of it—since their arrival, of course—there were few opportunities for the boys to savor each other’s flesh, and this one wouldn’t be taken for granted.

“But are you really gonna make a mess all over your mom’s panties?” Kiba asked, still unaware that his question fell on three sets of ears. “You’re already leaking so much, Vin…if I don’t stop soon, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna have to keep this pair.”

Vignette knew that Kiba was going easy on him. The deer was capable of a much greater pace, and though his grip was tight enough to keep the silk moving up and down against the shaft, Kiba wasn’t applying such pressure that it would be enough to get the hyena off.

With just a subtle adjustment on his part, Kiba would be able to count down the seconds until Vignette was about to cum, but as long as they’d waited for that moment, he didn’t want to rush through it, if he could avoid it…

…And Marin was glad, twofold: first for the fact that the boys were taking their time, and further, that her son was taken with such a sweet and caring lover.

“I can’t keep them, dude…I…I’ve gotta return them sometime! She’d notice!” Vignette’s panic was hushed, but sharp enough to get the bulk of his emotions across; it was a genuine fear, that his mother might actually notice a pair of her underthings had gone missing. “Slow…s-slow down a little bit, Kiba!”

“Slow down? Really? But I’m not even moving that fast…”

Toes curled into the edge of the bed as Vignette humped at the air, forcing the bed to shudder beneath him.

A nerve-wracked Kiba went completely still as the mattress came back down against the frame, finally learning a lesson about just how well sound would travel in the guest bedroom. He was sure that he could hear the echo of the sound down the hall, but further still, he was absolutely certain that they’d closed the bedroom door before they curled up in bed.

Looking back over his shoulder and seeing the door cracked open, the meeting of two kinky minds was missed by an instant—Marin dipped back as soon as she heard the sound of the mattress landing—but a seed of doubt was already planted in Kiba’s mind about their perceived privacy.

No skin off my back, he thought. Dunno who it is, but if someone’s trying to sneak a peek, his family is even closer than I thought!

Affection between family members was encouraged in the hyena household, as much as any other, but Marin had no clue that her son was thinking of her with a greater affection, those days.

In turn, Vignette had no clue what a rush it was for Marin to peer through the cracked doorway anew, playing the role of a voyeur in a situation that she never should have seen.

“Lift the blanket,” her lips moved, but no sound came from her throat, at first. It was a silent wish, but if all she was able to see was the tented erection of her son, she knew that was more than she ever should have seen in the first place. “Lift it just a little…just enough to give me a peek…”

She knew she wanted more than that, even if she couldn’t bring herself to admit it, right then. She’d left her nightie in the bedroom by her husband, and having crept down the hall, she knew what a risk she was taking by checking in on the boys in the first place, but that possibility of being caught only heightened the forbidden arousal she already felt.

One paw braced against the inside of the door frame as Marin leaned in closer, hopeful to see more than an outline of the details in the dimly lit room; the other eased away from the stained wood and came to settle upon her stomach, just under her breast…silently waiting for permission to cup and squeeze her own flesh.

“Okay; that…t-that was a close call,” Kiba admitted. His generality immediately struck a cord of panic in Marin, who thought that she may have been caught already…but fortune smiled on the unlikely trio as Kiba pulled the covers back. “I felt that one, Vin. I didn’t know you were so close already!”

It was a slow peel that brought the comforter away—Kiba was cognizant of the sound, by then—and just as quietly as he could, the deer eased back that next layer, revealing a wadded pair of panties, sitting on the end of a stiff, pulsating cock.

Even in the lower lights of the guest room, Marin could see the exposed, darker flesh of her son’s shaft, rattling in the air and throbbing as though he’d just reached his climax. She couldn’t see if his juices were leaking through the cover of her panties just yet, but as much of a strain as she gleaned from his expression, she couldn’t fathom anything less than a thick, creamy mess spilling away when Kiba tugged the garments away.

Though a long, dangling strand of precum peeled off with that pull, the bulk still remained inside of his sack—full and swollen from a week without any proper relief—but any touch could be the one that would finally prove too much for Vignette to take.

“I tried to warn you, but you were getting carried away,” Vignette muttered. “This…t-this is really hot, but isn’t there anywhere else that I can cum?”

“All kinds of places, really,” Kiba suggested. “But you and I both know this is where you want to cum the most.”

Pinching the hips of the panties and dangling the crotch over Vignette’s length, Kiba showed off just how much evidence of the hyena’s enjoyment was already present. The lights were just bright enough that Vignette could pretend that the moisture was left behind by his own mother’s womanhood, rather than the remnants of his near orgasm.

The idea that she was the to present them to him, freshly peeled away from her heated folds, was enough to force a fresh drip of precum to spill down the underside of his shaft. “Can’t convince you to use those on me until I get too close, and then just…y-you know…have you swallow it or something?”

“That’s a pretty tall ask. I dunno if I’m in the mood for dessert or not; your family made sure to send us to bed stuffed to the gills.”

Kiba would have been all too happy to swallow his boyfriend’s load any other time, but this time, he saw a perfect opportunity to string Vignette along to a stronger orgasm and a more fulfilling experience…and by then, he knew he wasn’t alone in that endeavor.

“Well, we can’t get it on the covers,” Vignette argued. “At least, we shouldn’t…and the floors are gonna creak like crazy if you head down the hall to get a rag or something.”

“Could always use your own boxers, if you’re that worried, but we both know that this would be way more fun,” Kiba dropped the soaking crotch back over Vignette’s tip and squeezed tight, teasing that precum back into the flesh that spawned it. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll decide to pull these away at the last second, but…in the meantime…if you want me to swallow instead, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Vignette didn’t think he’d find such a lengthy, second wind from taking a minute or two just to chat, but when the soaking wrap of silk against his cock didn’t immediately bring him back to the edge, it bolstered his confidence to keep up with Kiba and play his game, whatever it would be.

“Making me put in work while I’m on vacation,” Vignette tried to groan, but when the sound came out with any venom, Kiba washed it away with a tighter grip and a firmer stroke. “Fuck…nnnfuck…f-fine, fine: how am I supposed to earn it, then?”

Waiting until the hyena winced his eyes, Kiba looked back over his shoulder, this time absolutely certain he saw someone; good fortune continued to smile upon him as he locked eyes with Marin.

He was grinning so wide that he couldn’t contain himself. Stroking faster at Vignette’s flesh was the only thing that kept him from letting out a squeal of delight, but on the other end, the hyena wasn’t so able to control himself.

“Mrnnf! D-dude…what kind of answer is that?”

“Sorry; just had a great idea, and I guess my whole body responded to it,” Kiba made up an excuse on the fly. It was a half-truth, to his credit, but how far everything went from there depended entirely on how skilled Marin was at picking up his suggestions, and how willing she was to go through with whatever the deer could come up with.

“Mind sharing with the rest of the class, or are you just gonna make me cum and say ‘oops?’”

Kiba snickered. “The rest of the class, hm? Okay…I can be the teacher, you can be the student, and we’ll call this a pop quiz.”

Vignette gulped. His eyes opened to behold a knowing grin on Kiba’s muzzle: he’d given the deer all the ammunition he needed.

“First question: when you stole these panties from your mother’s dresser, what fantasy was going through your head, right then?”

It would have been almost impossible to answer the question in his most comfortable state, but then, Vignette wasn’t uncomfortable: he was just struggling to keep his voice down, knowing that his answers would be riddled with quiet, low gasps.

“That she…nnf…t-that she would come back in the room right then and…f-find me,” Vignette started off, trying his best not to let his moans rattle his every word. “That she’d see how turned on I was and say that they weren’t mine to have for free…t-that…that I’d have to work for them.”

“Work for them?” Kiba stroked down tightly at the suggestion, but instead of taking it slow and easy, he stroked the panties firmly at his boyfriend’s shaft, moving his wrist with faster, choppy movements. Exposing the tip, Marin saw a new spurt of precum all the way from the doorway…and though it was nowhere near her, that liquid arousal was the flood that broke the dam of her resilience. “Work for them…how, Vin? What did she make you do?”

Gritting his teeth before the answer, Vignette wasn’t sure that he’d be able to finish the words before he finished his ascension to the greatest of his earthly delights.

“She pushed me to the edge of the bed, climbed up and over me…straddled my face, pulled her dress up and…rode my face til she came,” he managed the answer just fast enough to stop Kiba, bringing the deer’s approach to a very sudden halt. “Left me stiff; told me that she’d come back for it when she was good and ready.”

“Sounds like I could learn a thing or two from your mom about how to be a more dominant lover.”

“I have no idea if that’s what she’s really like, Kiba.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised at all…and it’s kinda hot to think about her like that. I mean, most moms probably don’t own a pair of panties like this, anyway: black, lacy and perfect for a dominant woman to stuff in their son’s mouth...”

Vignette gulped again, but this time, it wasn’t just the fantasy of Marin doing exactly that to him that forced him to suck in a breath.

He was just starting to get the meat and bones of Kiba’s game, and if he didn’t come up with his answers fast enough, he would be forced to make a terrible mess of his mother’s panties…if Kiba allowed him to cum in the first place.

“Speaking of dominance, though…question two: would you rather be on top of your mom, putting her in her place, or would you rather have her pin you down and ride your cock like her own personal sex toy?”

The question alone was torture for the unwitting trio: just hearing it asked, Marin couldn’t keep her fingertips from curling tight under her breast and pinching the tender flesh of a nipple, but she refused to brace herself against the door anymore.

Two fingertips came to settle against her petals, gathering some of her fresh, glistening arousal. Forbidden desire demanded her to bring those digits back up to the hood of her clit for a delicate press, but she kept them right against her folds, knowing her voice would prove too loud if she gave herself even a sample of that pleasure.

“I mean, it…it would be kinda fun to pin her down and mount her, I think,” Vignette answered quickly, his words spurred by the possibility that Kiba could change the pace of his touches anytime he wanted. “And s-show her that I’m every bit the lover she needs, but…I feel like she would want to climb on top…to bounce on my cock until there was nothing left t-to take from it!”

That sharp, whispered admission forced a single fingertip to sneak back to the nub of Marin’s clit, pressing on tight and swirling around that most sensitive flesh with a quick, but entirely delightful motion.

Her fangs threatened to break the skin of her lower lip as she bit down, but somehow, she managed to stifle her bliss enough to keep cover from Vignette.

Kiba, on the other hand, was aware enough of her presence to hear the inhale of her stifled gasp, knowing that she wasn’t just a spectator anymore, but an active participant.

“We both know you’d let her shatter your pelvis and thank her for doing so,” Kiba claimed. “But that was an easy one…I should probably come up with something a little harder for you to answer.”

Stroking in the break, instead of the duration of the question, Kiba caught Vignette off guard and worked another long, slow leak of precum to the surface of the hyena’s impressive length.

“Wait, w-what…what the hell? Why are you-

“Because I want to make this as difficult on you as possible; can’t answer my question if you’re cumming, can you?”

Knowing that Marin was watching so closely, knowing that she was deriving so much pleasure from the sight herself, it was all bringing out the very best of Kiba. The deer wasn’t afraid to take control and dominate his boyfriend before, but this time, he was putting on a master class of how to string someone along, dangling both an incredible, forbidden pleasure over his head, and the possibility of relief, if he played along…

…but one wrong move would pour a week’s worth of seed into a place it wasn’t allowed to go, and over half an hour of edging was taking its toll on an already whimpering Vignette.

“Just a-ask the question…please ask the question!”

“Are you sure? It’s kind of a doozy,” Kiba claimed. He only stopped his strokes when he felt the greater pulsing of an orgasm creeping in again, but added cruelty was on display as he wrapped two fingers around the very tip of Vignette’s member, pinching it tight enough to keep the hyena from getting too close to his release. “Dunno if you’ll be able to come up with an answer fast enough.”

Such a sweet boy, but he’s got a dark side, Marin thought. You’re not gonna keep stringing my poor boy along, are you? He looks like he’s about to burst!

Pushing one of her own digits past the tight, delicious grip of her folds, Marin took the fantasy upon herself, thinking of just how satisfying it would be for her to know the impressive length of her son, right then. Seeing how powerful each throb of his cock had become, she wiggled her finger back and forth to try and simulate it, but just seeing and pretending wouldn’t be enough for her, if she stayed around for the rest of the show.

But I can’t actually do that to him, can I? her thoughts continued to wander, as her lips parted with a silent, quivering gasp. Kiba already knows I’m watching, but could we keep that a secret? It’s wrong for me to even ask, but I…I want him so bad!

“If you don’t hurry up and ask, I’m…g-gonna…”

Once more, Kiba pulled away entirely, leaving Vignette of two minds: one that wished for nothing more than the relief of an orgasm, and another that couldn’t trust Kiba to put that seed somewhere safe.

“Relax, baby. I’m not quite done with you yet,” Kiba admitted. Seeing once more that Vignette’s eyes were closed, kept lidded by the weight of his growing delights, the deer looked to the door.

Marin froze in place, knowing that what she was doing would have been wrong in the first place…but to be so openly, so brazenly masturbating in front of her son’s boyfriend was a step further than she ever saw herself taking…making it that much more of a shock when Kiba beckoned her to come to the edge of the bed.

Her legs were moving before she gave them permission; her body refused to wait any longer for even a sample of that forbidden flesh. Even if she was still responsible for her own orgasm, if she had the chance to experience one while any part of her son was in any part of her body, that body was ready to take it, even if her mind was still catching up.

“But this time, if you don’t answer me quickly enough, I won’t be able to hold up my end of the bargain,” Kiba finished his original thought. “So, question three…quick fire: if you had the choice, would you rather cum in your mom’s panties while she jacks you off, or cum in her mouth?”

Kiba was the master of the ‘would you rather’ game, but in Vignette’s recent memory, this was the most difficult prompt he’d ever faced.

Before he could even start weighing the pros and cons of each possibility in his mind, Vignette felt a grip around the base of his shaft, with only the lightest layer of the panties wrapped around his flesh.

It was no accident that the panties weren’t balled up, that time: he could tell that it was a tighter grip this time, but he had no idea that it was Marin grabbing at his cock with such an eager, hungry expression on her face.

“Better hurry, Vignette. I’m getting impatient…”

Marin was already stroking faster, even before Kiba gave the warning. They made an excellent team, and when Vignette’s pleasure was the only thing at stake, neither one of them had anything to lose, as long as Marin could sneak out of the room undetected.

As much as Kiba wasn’t planning on swallowing Vignette’s load, he wasn’t planning on letting Marin get out without being seen, but as far as he was concerned, it was better that they were both left in the dark about those details…especially given the surprise ending he’d concocted.

“I can’t…I…I r-really can’t choose!” the hyena was pushed to the limits, his voice picking up a greater strength. He would have been more worried, had he known the door was open, but he operated under the illusion that he and Kiba were still alone, and that a voice above a worried whisper would still be okay, as long as he didn’t drag it out. “They both s-sound so…f-fucking…good!”

Bucking his hips up at the air, Vignette had no idea that it was Marin’s own paw that pushed back down on his hips, forcing him to stay in place for her incestuous inspection. She made the most of her chance, cupping his sack with a soft, motherly touch while she worked his shaft with her own panties, but she didn’t want to step on Kiba’s toes: it only felt right that he was involved at the end.

“How about I give you a little more motivation, then?”

Vignette couldn’t find the words in time. “Kiba, w-wa…wait!”

The pair worked together, with Kiba putting his paw in place and grabbing those panties, stroking the bottom of the hyena’s shaft as Marin licked her own lips, first.

She took her time, sampling the growing intensity of her son’s natural aroma up close…but as her lips kissed against the very end of his length and opened around the tip, she was forced to contend with a full burst of precum—something she was prepared for and delighted by—but she didn’t expect to feel the greater intensity of another throb, thereafter.

Kiba was stroking too quickly for Vignette to last any longer, but the hyena was so overwhelmed with earthly delights that he’d stopped caring about Kiba’s mischief: even if the deer switched it up and pushed the panties back onto his tip right then, he would have ridden out that pleasure and figured out a solution later…

…though, he had no idea that Kiba wasn’t the one working past the head of his cock, moving their tongue along the underside of his shaft with a level of experience and skill that few could hope to replicate.

“Gonna…g-gonna cum..Kiba…I’m gonna cum!” the hyena reached down and grabbed his own mother by the back of her skull, his eyes winced so tight that he never would have seen the familiar stripes on the rounded edges of her ears, or the darker coloration around the end of her muzzle. “Oh…t-that’s my answer, Kiba…I’d w-want to cum right in her mouth…t-to make her swallow every drop!”

For being submissive all the way through, building up that pleasure and forcing Vignette to edge for such a long time brought out a burst of strong, dominant energy. Even when the flood of his seed became enough to force Marin to gag, he didn’t release the back of her skull, and she, in turn, didn’t bother trying to break away.

Letting her paws settle between her own thighs, rubbing the hood of her clit in tight, rapid circles, just above the digging efforts of a pair of digits, Marin was trying to sneak out her own climax, letting her son’s cock muffle the greater pleasure that came with such a forbidden act.

“Nnfuck…y-you…you’ve never sucked it like that before,” Vignette admitted, feeling a suction near the middle of his shaft that kept his seed flowing as if he’d just achieved his climax. “Sounds like you decided to join in on the fun, too?”

Though their voices were entirely different, Kiba and Marin would have sounded similar with such a plentiful mouthful, and the latter was moaning louder still as she bucked herself against her wrist, rocking the edge of the bed from such an angle that Vignette, no matter how blinded by pleasure and lust, couldn’t help noticing that something was amiss.

Two paws were wrapped around his shaft, one mouth was settled on his tip, catching every thick, warm gush of cum from the source, and that same source was cupped by a third paw, squeezing gently between every twitch of his emptying orbs.

“…Wait…w-wait a minute…”

Stroking his palms forth on Marin’s head, he ruffled her headfur slightly and pushed those longer bangs in front of a comforting, molten-gold stare; he found no antlers impeded his progress, as much as he would have expected from rubbing Kiba’s skull.

“Seems to me that she approves of your answer even more than I do, Vin. Great minds thing alike, don’t they?”

Vignette was terrified to open his eyes, but he could already feel a sinister, knowing glare from Kiba.

Beyond that, he felt the softer, comforting weight of Marin’s eyes on him, and a final, tighter suckle came from her maw as she eased back, giving her tired jaw a break. Her throat was still bulged by his volume, but the last of her midnight snack was heading down her gullet as she eased back slightly, one paw still fumbling around between her own thighs.

“If you’ve been wanting to do that for such a long time, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble to tell me,” Marin teased. Though hers was a softer, motherly approach, there was still plenty of devious nature about her gaze, as she finally locked eyes with her son: the moment his own opened, she stared him down, grinning an eager wicked grin…undeterred by the strand of cum that glazed her lips and her chin as she looked on. “You really shouldn’t keep things like this from your mother, you know.”

He wanted to break his gaze away and look at Kiba, as if sizing up the deer would give him any inkling to the truth; whether it was a planned event, or pure, dumb luck that brough the three of them together in such forbidden, yet fulfilling passion.

It wasn’t his turn to quiz Kiba just yet, but seeing his mother’s wrist still working between her legs, Vignette was already giving up on getting a good night of sleep.

“And as for these…you said you wanted me to make you work for them?” Marin asked.

Kiba watched, grinning that much wider as Vignette gave a breathless nod.

“Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, kiddo…let’s burn some midnight oil.”

