Lydia Turner sat at her kitchen table, drinking coffee and looking out the window at the beautiful summer morning outside. Perfect travel weather she thought as she relaxed, her packing already done, two travel bags waiting by the door, while Lydia waited for her 14 year old son to wake up. The vixen could have woken him herself but decided not to, since there was really no rush. Besides, if all goes as planned he'll need to be rested!
                On the surface, the Plan was perfectly innocent - a four day trip to a lakeside cabin with her son and their next door neighbors, Helen Paige and her son Terry. Helen was also a single mom and Terry and Dan were best friends and almost the same age, her Dan being seven months older than Terry.
                Lydia and Helen were always good friends but got closer after they both got divorced some 7-8 years ago. Both had discovered their husbands in bed with younger women, and both took the well-off bastards to the cleaners at court, getting custody, the houses, and enough money to live quite comfortably in their pleasant suburban surroundings. Neither judge was sympathetic to their exes, the gruff old bull handling her case actually using the phrase 'barely legal' when referring to her husband's girlfriend. She heard from Helen that her judge, a rather stern looking wolfess, glared at her husband so often that he actually started to squirm in his seat. Nor did they receive a lot of support from their friends and neighbors. Everyone liked Helen and Lydia since they were friendly, kind, good mothers and even after having kids had bodies that could stop traffic. And even approaching mid-thirties we're still turning heads! Lydia thought proudly. 
                So nobody was surprised that the two women became very close friends. Although none knew and only a few suspected just how close they were. The two vixens were lover for about five years now, keeping it a close secret between the two of them. Not that they had to, they lived in an open-minded environment, and were sure their friends would be supportive, but both had married very early to older men and saw no need to rush things now.
                They certainly had plans for their future together, but today the only thing on her mind was the Plan. It was conceived one wonderful evening about a year ago, when Dan and Terry went to a friend's house for a sleepover and the two vixens spent the night drinking and enjoying some physical intimacy. 'Conceived' was the right word since after a few bottles, basking in the afterglow, one of them (Lydia honestly couldn't remember) commented about how wonderful it would be if they could have each other's children. The subject of children had come up a few times before, and they both wanted to have another kid while they were still young, but neither had a man in their life they were interested in, and going to a sperm bank seemed a bit too clinical. It was Helen's brain, marinated as it was in a bottle of red, that came up with the hypothetical idea - each woman could conceive with the other's son, and each would end up with a child that had some of her lover's DNA, albeit diluted by the boy's respective fathers. Lydia's own sloshed mind tried to work it out and she came to the conclusion that it would also make them both grandmothers before they were 40, which had the women rolling on the bed laughing.
                The discussion continued, both vixens seeming reluctant to let the idea go, and as they talked it became less and less hypothetical. They started talking about whether the boys would even be interested. Helen was fairly sure Terry would be easy, since during her routine sweeps of his browser history she noticed quite a few websites with the word MILF in the title. She was also fairly sure about Dan, and told Lydia about the time he came over to see Terry and how his jaw actually dropped when Helen answered the door in her yoga outfit. And both of the vixens, as it turned out, rather liked the idea of seducing a young boy and making him into a man.
                So over time the Plan evolved from 'should we do it?', over 'how should we do it?' and finished with 'when and where should we do it?'. The last part was solved a couple of months ago. They found a lakeside cabin for rent, a cozy place with two rooms and a small but very private beach, other cabins being spaced out quite a way from each other along the shore. When was easy, since it was summer break and none of the women worked full time, Helen doing some light freelance graphics design, while Lydia taught piano and occasionally recorded something when an artist needed piano on a few tracks but didn't need a full-time pianist. Over time their periods had synced up so they chose four days when they should be at peak fertility and made the reservation.
                They passed the time by 'priming' each other's son, being slightly flirty with them, wearing more revealing clothes around them, and giving them an occasional glimpse of leg, ass and cleavage. The boys proved very receptive, and their efforts were more often than not rewarded with tented pants and blushes.
                She was snapped out of her recollections by the sounds of Dan waking up and got up herself to make them some breakfast before they met Helen and Terry and set off.
*****
After the two-hour drive the vixens barely managed to get the boys carry their bags to the room they will be sharing before they got into their trunks and ran to the beach. Once they were out of sight, the vixens hugged and almost squealed in delight, eager to put the Plan into action. They broke the hug, and stood at arm's length, their hand clasped as they each looked at the woman who would usher their son into manhood.
Neither woman looked a day more than thirty and their bodies showed almost no signs of having been pregnant, except by slightly flared hips and the pear-like swell of their C-cups. Both women spent a lot of time looking after their figures and it showed. Helen's was covered in slightly brownish russet fur, while Lydia's coat was a bright orange-red, but they shared and expanse of creamy white fur running all the way from just below their noses, down their fronts and ending halfway down the insides of their thighs. Both women were brunettes, but Helen had long ago shortened her hair to a more manageable shoulder length, while Lydia's still fell half way down her back. Lydia was the first to break the silence.
"Did you remember to bring it?"
"First thing I packed." Helen reassured her lover "When should I put it in?"
"Let's give them a day to get settled in." Lydia replied "Meanwhile, we can spend some quality time together."
Helen liked the idea and the vixens went upstairs to their room, hand in hand, certain they had plenty of time before the boys tired themselves out. Several hours later both the boys and the women had gotten rid of some excess energy and they spent the rest of the day at a more leisurely pace, visiting the nearby town for lunch and a grocery run before going back to the cabin. They called in early and all went upstairs to their respective rooms. During the night, both Terry and Dan had woken up, convinced there were noises of some kind coming from the room across the hallway, but neither said anything to the other and they tried very hard to ignore it and go back to sleep.
*****
When the two boys woke up they noticed the sun had been up for a while, and the clock on the wall said it was almost 10 AM. They went down to the kitchen/dining room to find a plate of sandwiches waiting for them, along with a message that read 'Gone swimmin'! XOXO'. Unbeknownst to the boys that wasn't entirely true, although the vixens were at the beach and were getting wet.
"Guess they woke up early. I'll get us a couple of glasses of juice to go with this, you go and pop something in the DVD player. " said Dan, rummaging around the cupboards for the glasses.
"OK" Terry said, making his way to the living room. He reached for the coffee table and the stack of movies they brought until he noticed the little icon on the DVD player that meant there was already a disc inside. He didn't really care what it was and plopped down on the couch pressing play on the remote. He immediately realized this was NOT one of the videos they brought, when the screen lit up and showed a naked vixen lounging on a bed and looking at the lens, or more likely whoever was filming, while soft music filled the room.
"Is it on yet?" the vixen asked playfully, while Terry's brain desperately tried to put a name to the familiar looking vixen, certain he must have seen her in one of the videos he watched when his mom wasn't home, a task made more difficult by the blood rushing elsewhere. For some reason the word mom got stuck in his mind.
"Yup, it's filming" the person behind the camera replied. I *know* that voice! Was all Terry could think, as the person filming walked into the shot, filling the screen with the swaying ass of a russet-furred vixen, tail swishing and revealing the expanse of white between two shapely thighs and along the crease of two round cheeks.
"Then hurry up and get over here!" the vixen on the bed said in mock impatience. And as the other woman turned to the side as she climbed into bed with her lover, Terry's eyes nearly dropped out of his skull. It was his mom! And the woman she was now kissing... OH MY GOD! My mom's kissing Dan's mom! Terry thought, the name of the mystery vixen finally dropping into place. He snapped back to reality, mashing buttons on the remote and turning to check if Dan had seen the TV. He only managed to hit the pause button, and as he turned around he saw Dan standing there with a tray holding sandwiches and two glasses of OJ, as frozen as the two vixens on screen.
"I-is that... are those... " Dan tried to get out the words, eyes glued to the screen as he walked zombie-like and set the tray on the coffee table.
"Dan, I swear to God I have no idea how that got in there, I just pressed play and there it was!" Terry blurted out mashing the buttons again without looking the remote, hitting play by accident and letting their mothers continue kissing as they lay together in bed.
"T-they must have been watching this earlier and forgot to take it out." Dan said, sitting slowly down on the couch "Did you have any idea they were..?"
"No! But, well... it's not that surprising when you think about it. They spend a lot of time together, and I don't remember my mom ever going out on a date."
"Come to think of it, I don't think my mother ever dated anyone since the divorce" he said as the two vixens started kissing more deeply, running their fingers through each other's hair, and along each other's curves.
The boys knew they should stop watching, but while the higher brain functions were busy processing the implications of the tape, the lower brain savored the sight of the two naked, moaning goddesses as only a pubescent teen can.
The vixens broke the kiss, and Helen turned around, spreading Lydia's legs and lowering her mouth to her crotch, while her own ass was thrust out and lowered within her lover's reach. The camera was getting a side-shot and they couldn't actually see what Helen's mouth was doing, but it became evident when Lydia gasped, urging the other vixen on before she raised her head and snaked her tongue out to taste her lover's honey-pot. The two vixens' moans were muffled somewhat by what they were doing, Helen's hands now seeming busy somewhere between Lydia's legs, while Lydia's hands were planted firmly on the other woman's ass cheeks, squeezing them slightly and spreading them to get better access. The passionate vocalizations were soon replaced by more slurp-like noises, as each vixen greedily licked up her lover's juices.
It seemed to Terry that panting was no longer coming from the TV and when he turned around he was shocked to see Dan had pulled his cock out and was stroking it, eyes glued to the screen.
"W-what are you doing?"
Dan looked at his friend, and then looked slightly down, unable to meet the boys gaze.
"I... I'm not looking at my mom..." he mumbled out, aware of what that meant. He was blushing so hard the white fur almost matched the rest of his face and he wasn't sure what Terry would think of him but he was too far gone now. He just hoped his friend would understand.
"So, you wanna flip a coin?" Helen's voice coming from the TV brought their attention back to the home video. The vixen was kneeling on the bed, an eyebrow arched while she held a large purple L shaped sex toy in her hand, some sort of hose dangling from the corner where the two shafts met. Lydia was sprawled on the sheets, still panting slightly, a wet patch visible between her splayed legs.
"Nah, it's all yours 'stud'. I just want to lay back and relax." Lydia said, stretching languorously, back arched and chest thrust up.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how did I ever fall in love with such a lazy vixen?" Helen said with mock exasperation. She spread her legs, making sure to give Lydia and the camera a good view as she slipped the shorter and more bulbous end of the toy inside her. She moaned rather theatrically as her wet lips parted around the silicone shaft and her pussy swallowed the purple length until the other part of the toy was now sticking out from between her legs like an actual cock.
"Now get over here and lock me in." Helen said, her tone of voice now more... cocky.
Lydia rolled over and raised herself on her elbows until she was nose to nose with the pseudo-penis, one hand grabbing a round pump that was dangling from the end of the hose.
"Just say when!" she said looking up at Helen as she started to slowly and deliberately squeeze on the pump. After the first two pumps Helen started to groan, and five seemed to be her limit.
"Ahh, when! Now, lift that lazy ass up for your stud!" she said as Lydia detached the tube from the base of the toy, hands on her hips as she admired her mighty appendage.
Lydia did as she was told, getting up on all fours and thrusting her heart shaped behind at her lover, her tail raised and her eyes rolling at the other vixens dominant behavior, especially considering how subby she got when the other half of the feeldoe was filling her. Still, she went along with it, supporting herself on one hand while the other slipped between her legs to spread her lips apart and give Helen a good look at her pretty pink pussy. She looked over her shoulder, gazing through her long lashes with her best bedroom eyes and was pleased to see it was having the desired effect.
Helen's eyes drank in the sight of the gorgeous vixen spreading herself open for her, that orange and white ass sticking up in the air, tail raised and held to the side, and that beautiful pink flower inviting her in. She inched closer, placing the tip of her temporary cock at that moist opening, her hands running down Lydia's slim waist, stopping at the flare of her hips in a firm but loving mating hold. Her own shapely hips pushed forward, and the two vixens let out long, feminine moans, enjoying the sensations of this intimate moment.
Helen settled into a slow, steady rhythm, pulling almost the whole shaft out and driving it back in with agonizing slowness, the motion transmitted to the now bulbous end stuck inside her, rubbing her g-spot as it shifted. Her hands roamed over Lydia's bottom, running along the length of a thigh, squeezing a soft, round cheek, scratching the base of her tail and making it hike up even further while the other vixen played with her clit while shaft slid in and out of her cunny.
By now Terry had whipped his own member out of his shorts and was stroking it as he watched the vixen he'd been fantasizing about get pounded, trying not to focus on who was doing the pounding. Lydia looked gorgeous standing on all fours, her breasts dangling while her butt was thrust out in the air, the vixen's long chestnut hair flipped to the side of her head facing away from the camera, falling like a drape to the sheets. Her eyes were closed, her long delicate muzzle pointed downwards, lips parted slightly as she gasped and moaned.
Neither boy looked at the other, having come to some sort of unspoken agreement about this. They couldn't stop themselves, so they would have to settle for a sort of general amnesty after it was over.
"Ahhh! M-more! C'mon baby, give me all you got!" 
Lydia squealed as Helen did just that, grabbing the other woman's hips and pounding into her, dragging her back to meet her thrusts and panting with the exertion. They could hear the slap of the lovers' bodies, and the wet, slurping sounds of their coupling, both vixens now leaking profusely from their stuffed slits. Soon Lydia had buried her face in the bed, screaming into the pillows as her orgasm hit her, while Helen held her ass up, driving into her lover with short fast strokes as her own climax approached. It wasn't long before Lydia drove all the way in, her ass tensing as she pushed Lydia further down into the pillows and gushed around her end of the toy. She draped her body over the other vixens, her breasts pressing against her back ash she tenderly nibbled her lover's ears.
Helen got up, pulling out of Lydia as she flipped the vixen on her back.  She positioned herself between her long, slender legs and supported herself on her arms as she gazed lovingly into Lydia's bright green eyes, her breasts dangling down and her nipples brushing lightly against the prone woman's. She brought her face down and gave her lover a long, slow kiss.
As they kissed Lydia seemed to want more, as she wrapped her arms around Helen's neck and her legs around her waist, determined not to let her 'stud' go just yet. She drew Helen closer, the two vixens' breasts now pressed against each other, and the dripping purple shaft once again poking into Lydia's quim.
Helen took the hint and gently pushed into her mate, never breaking the kiss and relishing the tender, loving moment they were sharing. Her thrusts were deep, but slow and languorous, her back arching as her hips went in and out, Lydia's heels digging slightly into her ass cheeks, spurring her on. The vixens moaned into their kiss, each tasting herself in the others mouth as their bodies rubbed together, joined by a slippery length of silicone. As Helen ran out of energy, she bottomed out inside her lover, the two women grinding their clits and pussies together as the toy squirmed inside their needy cunts. 
The sights and sounds drove Terry over the edge as he blew his wad, followed soon by Dan doing the same. Nether boy had the foresight to grab a tissue and they made quite a mess, squirting all over the floor and coffee table. As blood returned to the brain, each snapped out of the trance and scrambled for the paper towels, the need to remove all evidence of what they did being top priority, because otherwise their mothers would know what they were watching when they did! The white streaks and stains removed, their eyes went back to the screen, where the two vixens (their mothers!) were still wrapped in each other's arms. 
It was difficult to tell how long they'd stayed like that, how many times they came, or even where one statuesque body ended and the other began. After a while they broke their kiss, both women exhausted and gasping for breath.
"I think... that's a wrap." Lydia breathed out, looking up at Helen through lidded eyes.
Helen smiled and gave the other vixen a quick peck on her lips before getting up to switch off the camera. As she did, the screen was filled with a bulbous purple shaft dripping femcum before the video ended and the screen went black, leaving the boys sitting in awkward silence.
"I...uh... think I'm gonna go upstairs and read some comics..." Terry mumbled, not meeting his friends gaze.
"OK, I think I'll go for a swim" Dan said, to busy not looking at Terry to realize Terry wasn't looking at him either.
"OK, I'll join you later."
"Sure!" Dan said, and the boys went their separate ways, aware they'll need a few hour alone before they could talk about this.
Terry almost sprinted up the stairs, and as Dan went out the front door he almost bumped into Lydia and his mom coming back from the beach. He just stood there, frozen and wide-eyed for a moment.
"Hi honey, where are you off to?" his mom said, standing next to the woman he just watched her fuck with a big purple dildo, both of them wearing bikinis and still... wet.
"Terry-went-to-our-room-to-read-comics-and-I'm-just-going-for-a-swim-see-you-letter-bye!" he rattled off before running in the direction of the beach before the women could notice the bulge forming in his swim trunks.
As the kit zipped passed them, the women went inside, noticing the TV was on and showing a black screen, the trash can was full of used paper towels, and the breakfast tray was untouched. They looked at each other, devious grins spreading across their muzzles as they worked out what happened.
"I think I'll go back to the beach and bring Dan some sandwiches. Growing boys shouldn't miss breakfast." Helen said conspiratorially.
"Good idea. I'll bring some up to Terry before I take a shower." Replied Lydia with the same faked innocence.
"Good luck!"
"You too!"