“So, were you serious about what you said about me and Stacy? Y’know, about being there while it happens?” Candy said, wondering why she’d suddenly felt too awkward to say ‘while I fuck your little girl’ considering the first time she’d met the vixen and her kit she’d done just that.
“Hmm? Yeah, I… I hope you don’t think I’m weird but…” Amanda said, taking her attention off a firm breast covered in white fluff.
They’d tucked little Stacy in and had retired to the room Candy was now sharing with Amanda. The vixen had slept with her girl for about a week after moving in, because the divorce was understandably hard on the kit. But when it became obvious Stacy no longer needed to sleep with her mommy, Amanda had moved down the hall, intent on making up for everything that had been missing in her sexless marriage. The two had been doing just that, and were now cuddled together in bed after a quick shower, playing with each other’s bobbies as the freshly washed fur fluffed up. Being a vixen and a MILF, Amanda had Candy beat, and the husky herm was eager to see how big the foxy momma was going to get as the baby already gently swelling her tummy grew.
“No weirder than the rest of the people living under this roof…” Candy insisted, bouncing the vulpine mound and drawing a soft laugh from the vixen. A laugh so honest and so sultry that it would have been flipping certain switches if Amanda hadn’t just thoroughly drained her.
“I don’t know what’s worse – me wanting to see it, or knowing that I saw it already and didn’t even realize…”
“Well I think it’s going to have to happen soon, audience or not. I think Stacy has had a lot to deal with to keep her distracted from me, but she’s been giving me looks. No, make that stares. Hormones probably aren’t helping things either…” Candy speculated. Little Stacy was still going through puberty, and thanks to her playdates with Candy she was also expecting a kit of her own, so it was small wonder she wound up peeking in while Candy was showering or staring at the husky’s crotch rather than the TV on movie night. “Now, as far as I’m concerned, you have every right to be there, and you know that I love having you around…” the husky said, leaning forward to meet the vixen for a quick kiss just to prove her point.
“I know what you mean. She might get awkward if she knows mommy’s there watching. Or just go into a sulk thinking that I don’t trust her. So what I was thinking…” Amanda said, rising from the bed as the sheets reluctantly fell from her voluptuous body. She either felt Candy’s eyes on her as she walked around the bed, or maybe freshly fucked vixen’s just always swung their hips like that. “Your closet has these blinds. If we open them up just a little I can see out of them without being seen. And after you’re done I’ll come out and explain to Stacy that I’m in on your little secret. We’ll work out a pretense to ‘get me out of the house’, and then you two can have a little playdate…” 
*******
“Okay, I think I’ve got everything. Stacy sweetie, are you sure you’ll be fine? My friends will understand if you need me around, what with everything…” Amanda said, really selling it as she double-checked her purse before going to her ‘book club’. And Stacy might have been more reluctant to let her go if she wasn’t eager for some alone time with the white and cyan husky standing beside her as she waved her mother bye-bye. As it was, the kit was doing a good job of keeping her bushy tail from wagging. At least until the door clicked behind the vixen.
“Okay, she’s gone! ‘Member what you promised?” Stacy squeaked out, practically bouncing on her feet. Her bump was now big enough to show through most clothing, but not big enough to slow the girl down.
“I know, and we’ll get to the fun stuff. But mommy made us a really nice dinner today, didn’t she? And wouldn’t it be nice of us to have those dishes washed before she gets back?”
“B-but… I guess…” Stacy said, sulking a little but not actually challenging the husky.
“Awww, don’t pout! With me washing and you wiping we’ll do them in no time. And then we move on upstairs…” the husky crooned, sliding a hand down Stacy’s back and giving the kit’s tush a grope that had her squealing and dashing for the kitchen.
The husky made sure not to work too fast, and to work as noisily as she could, buying Amanda enough time to park down the road, walk back and sneak into her closet without her girl noticing. Making Stacy squeal with glee in front of her mom was going to bring back some fond memories, but the last time she did it the vixen was just standing there ignorant. She wondered what exactly Amanda was going to do in the privacy of their shared closet while watching the well-endowed canine girl make her girl cum her pubescent brain out over and over.
When the dishes were finally done Stacy practically dragged her up the stairs, and the way Candy’s shorts were bulging should have made it clear that there was no need to. The sight of that little rump in front of her as the kit stormed her way to the bedroom would have had her following her like a bloodhound on a trail. When they reached the bedroom she now shared with the eager girl’s mom, Candy spared one glance at the closet and noted with satisfaction that the blinds were just barely open. She couldn’t see the vixen hiding in there, but knew that Amanda would see them just fine. She just needed to remember to give the momma fox some good angles. If she wanted to know why her kit was so infatuated with her former sitter, she was about to find out.
“There we go. Now since you’ve been such a good girl and helped me with the dishes, I think you deserve a little reward…” Candy crooned, grabbing the hem of Stacy’s top as the kit obligingly lifted her arms. Once it was off, the kit put her hands behind her back and twisted left and right, proudly showing off the bumps firming up either due to puberty or the baby growing in that delightfully swelling belly. Candy wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but it looked like Stacy’s nipples were already starting to darken a little. Figuring she’d get a closer look soon enough, the Husky pulled off her own tank top and uncovered the more feminine parts of her anatomy. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of wide-eyed kit staring up at her rack, even though Candy knew for a fact there was a better set just behind that closet door.
The girls’ eyes soon travelled down and Candy could tell just by looking at her face the moment they focused on her ‘cane’. She’d been looking at the husky’s boobies with equal parts lust and envy, but there was hunger in her eyes as she caught sight of a prominent bulge in the canine girl’s shorts. Candy gave her a nod and with trembling hands Stacy pulled them down, exposing a fat red sheath and several rosy-red inches of husky meat. The canine girl resisted the urge to cast a glance at the closet door and the vixen she knew was watching closely, the mother who had a perfect view of her daughter’s face and the expression of lust and awe as her kit’s eyes focused on the cock that had claimed her virginity and her womb.
Stacy didn’t stare long though, her face drifting closer and the cute little nose on the tip of her muzzle twitching with every sniff until her lips parted and her tongue slipped out. Candy felt her thick tail shudder at the first lick, and start to wag when the kit began bathing the exposed portion of her cock, fondling both the husky’s sheath and her heavy sack in order to coax out more. And she was tempted to let her work, eager little thing that she was, but Candy wanted something sweet herself…
“Come on kiddo, up on the bed. I want a taste of my little foxy too…” the husky almost purred out, stretching out on the nice big bed at what she knew would give the voyeur vixen a great angle.
Stacy wasted little time clambering up both on the bed and on the husky, laying down with her bulging belly resting on Candy’s tits and her rear presented for the well-endowed canine. Her tongue was already twirling and her deft little hands pushing the husky’s sheath back, trying to expose the knot still playing hide-and-seek in the fat white sheath. Candy was slightly more patient, admiring the sight of the pink chubby fox-hole as she took in the girl’s scent. Stacy had her tip in her muzzle when Candy’s tongue finally swiped across her slit and the girthy doggy-dick served to muffle her excited squeal.
One lick was all it took for Candy to dig in, and with good reason. Little Stacy was wet, after a day spent waiting patiently for her mommy to go to her book-club night, the pristine pink pussy practically steaming in her little pink panties and waiting for a hungry husky to lick it dry again. Candy laid her hands on the russet rump and used her thumbs to open her kit up, admiring the chubby slit opening up into a glistening pink flower before she pushed her muzzle into it. She was sure she heard Stacy gasp around her mouthful, and one ear swiveled to her right where she wasn’t sure if she imagined the kit’s mother gasping as well.
Stacy was making it hard for the husky to divert any attention away from the cub, be it the way her pristine pussy was quivering as a canine tongue opened it up, or what the always curious kit was doing with Candy’s cane. Absence does seem to make the heart grow fonder, and after nights spent with a deprived vixen sex-bomb Candy was very much enjoying the little girl’s unabashedly enthusiastic fumbling. Stacy didn’t have technique but she had the softest, deftest little paws and such a sweet young muzzle that the husky honestly didn’t mind.
She smiled into the vulpine honeypot as she imagined the trouble she might get in if the two vixens confronted her and insisted she say which is better in bed. But that was a concern for Future Candy. Right now she had Stacy’s flower nice and loose and her eyes were focusing on the pink rosebud just above the glistening slit. And where Candy’s eyes went, the husky’s long tongue followed…
Stacy almost whimpered when she felt Candy pull out of her, but pushed her muzzle down happily on a few more inches of hot hard husky when the tongue reappeared under her tail. After last time she no longer had any hang-ups about butt-stuff and knew that Candy loved her and wanted to make sure that she was nice and relaxed so she didn’t get hurt. The kit kept her tail up and suckled greedily around the leaking girth stuffed into her mouth and half-way down her throat. Only the knot was outside, but she had a hand squeezing down on it like Candy taught her, while her other paw played with the big, snowy pouch under the bunched-up sheath.
Stacy loved living with the husky girl and was thrilled to be around Candy every day, but it was frustrating that they couldn’t just play any time they wanted. When mommy started sleeping in Candy’s room she was worried that they were playing together, especially considering the noises she sometimes heard from down the hall. Stacy had always seen her mommy as beautiful and was worried that with a vixen like that around, Candy might not be interested in a little kit, but then mom had told them about her book-club night and Candy had flashed her that smile that always made her tummy go fluttery and she knew that they’d play again.
She didn’t mind if Candy and mommy played, but the kit was desperate to prove how much fun she could be, as evidenced by the way she was attacking the husky’s endowments. And she was doing good too – the knot was so big she could barely even grip it, and the pouch was pulling up, meaning she was about to get a taste of Candy’s puppy-milk. Without even realizing she was doing it, Stacy began to gently hump back into the husky’s muzzle, her own tongue pinned down in her mouth by the girth of Candy’s cock while the canine girl’s own tongue pried her pucker open lick by lick.
“Mnnnhhhh, good girl Stacy… get ready sweetie, I’m gonna… ngghhhh!” the husky groaned, giving the girl as much warning as she could.
It turned out to be as much as she needed. She felt the girl relax and let her throat open up for the stream of warm husky spunk, one paw squeezing on her knot in time to every throb while the other cupped the testes twitching to serve the thirsty girl her much-awaited drink. When she was sure Stacy had things handled down here, Candy upped the stakes by pulling her muzzle down, wedging her nosepad in Stacy’s tunnel as she closed her lips just below it. The kit was still growing and her clit still wasn’t peeking out of its little hood, but when Candy suckled on it hiding didn’t help. She felt the kit’s butt-cheeks clench under her palms as sweet vulpine nectar ran down the muzzle little Stacy was practically humping against. The closet wasn’t opening, so she figured they had an all-clear from mommy to go on ahead…
*******
Amanda had only realized she’d been chewing on her lip when her daughter pulled her muzzle off Candy’s cock with a gasp and a smile, catching the last few squirts on her little black nose and giggling as she licked it up. That giggle sounded wholesome, but if the spectacle had been wholesome the vixen wouldn’t even now have two fingers buried up her own slit and her eyes glued to the pair on the bed.
She wasn’t surprised to see Candy still erect after cumming down her kit’s throat. Amanda knew that coming out of an unhappy and uneventful marriage she felt like she needed to make up for lost time and knew for a fact just how much the husky reclining on the bed they shared could accommodate a horny mature vixen. Horny immature vixens seemed to be no problem either, and as Stacy sat astride the husky girl’s tummy she had little doubt that she’d see that beautiful red rod buried up her little girl’s slit. For now though, Stacy seemed eager to play with Candy’s breasts.
“You have… the best boobs, Candy!” the little kit said, moving the firm white globes around the husky’s chest and giving them a squeeze every now and then.
“I dunno, I think your mommy might have me beat…” the husky suggested, without actually looking in the direction of Amanda’s hiding place.
“Nuh-uhh! Yours are way bigger!” Stacy insisted, and Amanda had to use her free paw to cover her muzzle and stifle laughter. At some point she’d have to teach her kit about the kinds of clothing you wear around children that de-emphasize curves, and the kind you wear when you want to show them off.
She smiled at the sight of her baby girl leaning down to take one of Candy’s nipples into her dainty little muzzle and the way the husky stroked the little vixen’s hair as she indulged. She didn’t really believe at any point that Candy was abusing her kit, but this was the sort of affection she’d hoped to see. At least officially. A part of her was wondering when Stacy would quit just dragging her chubby young cunny up and down the canine shaft and actually take Candy’s cane inside her.
“Can I taste yours?” Candy asked, and with a pop Stacy detached her lips from the husky’s breast and pushed her own budding chest out.
The budding bumps were as sensitive as they looked, and the young vixen was gasping even before Candy’s licking reached her puffy nipples. She made a note to take Stacy shopping for her first big-girl bras in a week or two, since the mounds Candy’s tongue was lashing across were definitely getting too big for training bras. But Amanda had a great view with the closet facing the bed sideways, and didn’t miss the way her kit’s hips were moving up and down along Candy’s cane.
“You want it kiddo?” the husky husked, giving one stiff nipple a playful nip.
“Uhhh-huhhh…” Stacy said, looking too bashful to put into words what her whole body was signaling.
“Okay, you’ll be on top, but remember to go very slow and not too deep, okay? We don’t want to hurt the baby, do we?” Candy said, laying a paw on the bulge where the pup she sired on the kit was growing. Without even realizing it, the vixen put a paw to her own bump and the foxsky she was carrying, holding her breath as Stacy lifted her hips…
*******
Candy would have been lying if she said she was in any way disappointed by having to take it easy with the kit even now maneuvering her hips over the tip of her tapered erection. She’d spent night after night giving the girl’s mother the kind of passionate fucking she should have been getting from her hubby, so the thought of a slow and gentle fuck with the kit carrying her pup was enough to make Candy squirt against the blushing folds now hovering an inch from her pussy.
Little Stacy’s eyes were glued to the cock she was tilting up, her ears flicking back at the first kiss of hard heat against the softness of her sex before her flower opened up for the sire of her pup. Her gasp as she slowly sank down was sweet music to Candy, and the feel of her tight little pussy was sweet torture. Amanda fit her cock like a glove, but she’d been rutting the russet beauty so long she’d forgotten how thrilling a cub was when you had one trying to slide down your erection.
She just lay back and let Stacy set the pace, her young cunny pulsing with every inch she took, obviously already on the verge of another climax. Not surprising, since Stacy had been a horny little thing even before pregnancy added oil on the hormonal fire that was early puberty. She lay her hands on the girl’s thighs and moved them to Stacy’s hips once her labia kissed Candy’s knot, reminding her that her pussy wouldn’t be getting tied while she was pregnant. Fortunately the girl didn’t seem too disappointed, swiveling her still waifish hips and making little mewling noises as the thick length of horny husky moved around in her silken tunnel.
She kept her hands on the kit’s hips but let Stacy set the pace, extending her thumbs and stroking along the sides of the girl’s slightly bulging belly. It took a while for the frantic spasming of her vise-tight pussy to calm, but once it did the girl managed a smooth rhythm, rising almost all the way off Candy’s cock before sliding back until the swollen knot was just barely kissing her splayed labia. The sight of her sex clinging to every rosy inch of her shaft was magnificent, but Candy couldn’t help but stare at the girl’s face.
She suspected that Amanda would be looking at her girl’s face too – the little grimaces, the smiles of triumph as she succeeded in finding those special spots inside her as she rode her husky, the folding of her ears whenever she would teeter on the edge of climax, the near-success only spurring her on as her movements became more confident. Candy’s hands were there to make sure she didn’t push down too far, the little kit’s paws resting on the husky’s firm breasts as sweet little whimpers escaped her muzzle.
Stacy didn’t notice that Candy’s grip had become firmer and that the husky was exerting control over their little game. She’d missed this too much to pay attention to anything else – the thrilling way the husky stretched her out, the heat and the texture of her cock that neither her fingers nor the occasional carrot pilfered from the fridge could hope to match. And when she did play with herself she didn’t have the beautiful husky girl by her side, looking at her in a way that had the kit’s tail wagging and her pussy fluttering.
And it was really fluttering right now – that moment when it felt like she had a swarm of butterflies down there, a sensation that got more intense each time Candy’s tip grazed her g-spot or the swollen knot kissed her hidden pearl when she drove down. The tiny vixen’s hands drifted up her body and settled on her chest, the firm but noticeable bumps that were getting so sensitive these days. Just the feel of her paw-pads on her stiff nipples made the girl yip, and when she gave in to the temptation to give them a tweak it pushed her over the edge.
*******
If the pair on the bed wasn’t making so much noise they would have heard either the panting of the vixen in the closet, or the squelching noise of Amanda’s paw pumping away between her legs. Her eyes were glued to a gap in the blinds that showed her little girl cumming quite obviously as she writhed on the canine erection. The husky gal was enough to quite snugly fill Amanda, and the vixen could only imagine what it must feel like for Candy to have a pussy as tight as little Stacy’s clamp down on her.
Even without Candy’s groan she would have been able to tell when the gifted girl achieved her own peak. Stacy’s womb was occupied, so without a knot to seal her up it took only a couple of squirts to fill the fill to overflowing. Amanda bit her lip and clamped her thighs around her paw as her fingers curled and attacked her own g-spot, letting the voyeuristic mommy join the two lovebirds still riding their peaks on the bed in front of her.
*******
“Feelin’ tired yet, kiddo?” Candy asked, nuzzling the russet hair of the girl resting her head on her fluffy white breasts while the last of Candy’s warm load leaked from her cunny.
“No!” the vixen replied petulantly, obviously worried she might get cheated out of another round. “You’re not tired either…” the kit insisted, squirming around on top of the husky and rubbing her body against the obviously fully erect canine cock trapped between them. “Besides, I wanna… y’know…”
“Know what?” Candy asked, playing dumb and savoring how shy Stacy was about asking for what they both knew she wanted.
“You know! The… when you… under my tail…”
“You want me to pump your rump?” she asked, getting an eager nod from the frisky kit. She was just playing dumb, since she’d already done the prep-work on Stacy’s little russet butt. After all, the hidden mommy needed to see all of the games they played together.
“But the whole thing! Just… just be gentle, but…”
“Don’t worry baby, your pretty little butt’s getting knotted. And you know I’d never hurt you, right?”
That bit of reassurance was all it took to make Stacy scoot forward, Candy’s hands pulling her cheeks open as the kit helped guide the tip under her thick vulpine tail. She tried to push back a little too fast and hissed a little as her pucker clenched on reflex and denied the tapered cock entry into the tightness of her tush. Candy gave her a peck on the lips, and then another and another until they were kissing playfully and sloppily enough for the kit to relax.
Canine cocks were good at knocking on back-doors, especially when still slathered in slick slimy cum. The tapered tip pressed into the center of Stacy’s rosebud without the kit even noticing, patiently squirting pre into the girl as Candy pushed her rump back little by little. She didn’t need to see it to know what was going on, but Amanda might be able to make out her little girl’s pucker dimpling inward more and more until the seemingly impossible happened and two inches of thick doggy-dick disappeared in a flash with no more than a squeak from the kit.
Candy groaned as the vulpine pucker pulsed around her, her hands kneading the girl’s cheeks and little Stacy rested her head against her bouncy boobs. Eager as she was for more playtime, the girl was understandably spent and Candy knew she’d be doing all the work this time round. Not that she minded. For now, the work consisted of pushing the kit down on her erection, slowly enough that Stacy gasped in surprise when she felt the husky’s knot knocking on her back door. She gave the girl a little time to adjust to the hard length stuffed up her rump, but when Stacy began grinding her rear against her crotch, Candy figured she’d made her wait long enough.
The husky half expected for Amanda to intervene at the sight of her pubescent kit with a thick doggy-dick stuffed under her tail and a firm promise of a knot to come. But then again it was obvious by Stacy’s noises and posture that she wanted this, and Amanda knew full well how careful Candy could be when she had the privilege of pumping a vixen’s rump.
And it was tricky since it was a race against time. She had to take things slow to make sure Stacy would enjoy herself, but if she waited too long her knot would swell past the point where she could safely push it into the moaning girl. She began by ricking the girl back and forth, and Stacy was doing a good job of moving with her, ensuring that she always pressed hard against the knot. Little by little that snug vulpine rosebud was yielding, stretching wider and wider with every moan and gasp from the pregnant kit. When Stacy whimpered into her cleavage and her ring began to pulse she knew the girl was coming, and when she failed to keep moving knew that she was spent.
“Good girl, Stacy. Now just relax and let me finish up, ‘kay?” she said, kissing the top of the kit’s head as Stacy murmured assent into the fluff between her tits.
Candy had nearly popped when the climaxing’s vixen pucker began to squeeze and clench, but now that her cummies were over, the muscles in her tush were spent and slack and would offer no resistance to a husky’s knot. Candy got a good grip on Stacy’s rump and braced her hindpaws against the bed, keeping the girl still as she bucked up into her. She could feel the little vixen drooling into her cleavage, the thick russet tail bouncing as Candy worked to get her knot under it. When it finally happened the two yipped in unison, with Stacy emerging from Candy’s rack for a kiss as the mass now buried in her rump swelled up throb by throb.
With a final squeeze of those perky cheeks Candy let go and began blasting hot, thick puppy milk up the girl’s snug ass, the firm tie ensuring that every drop her nuts churned out stayed in the gasping girl. The husky’s toes curled as she held the girl tight against her, savoring the sublime snugness of a frisky little vixen moaning with each twitch of her cock.
Candy was still stroking Stacy’s hair as the spent kit huffed and puffed into the fur of her neck, ignorant of the moment a new weight settled on the bed and another hand took over the stroking. She and Amanda shared a little smile at how oblivious the little girl was, neither of them in a hurry to rouse the kit from her happy daze. Amanda let her gaze travel down her daughter’s back, and under her still flagged tail where she could see the slender base of Candy’s cock disappear into a snug little ass being pumped full of husky spunk.
“Stacey, sweetie…” the vixen crooned, letting her hand rest on her daughter’s shoulder where the dark fur that looked so much like long formal gloves was instantly noticed.
“M-mom?”
“Shhhh, it’s okay sweetie… Mommy’s here and you’re not in any trouble…” the vixen crooned as her kit’s shocked expression traveled from the warm vulpine visage to the apologetic smile on the husky’s muzzle.
“I… I didn’t tell her, I swear!” Stacy squeaked, and Candy did her best not to laugh at her distress.
“I know kiddo, but your mommy’s a fox. She’s too clever for the two of us to keep this from her forever…” the cyan husky said, booping the kit on her nose as she tried to make sense of things and why she wasn’t in trouble.
“Y-you don’t mind that Candy and I… play together?” she asked tentatively.
“No honey. I just wanted to make sure that Candy plays as nice with you…” she said, running her hand down the kit’s body to give her tied tush a pat. “…as she does with me.”
The kit’s eyes went wide at that bombshell, but her eyes weren’t the only thing. A squirt against Amanda’s paw made it clear Candy’s knot was ready to come out, so with a little help from the kit’s mother the three of them soon had Stacy free of the husky’s dwindling erection and lying on her side with her head in Amanda’s lap.
“So you and Candy... d-does that mean that…” she asked, pointing with her eyes at her mother’s bulging belly an inch from her muzzle.
“That’s right sweetie. The three of us… well, five of us soon enough… are going to be a family from now on, and that means no more secrets. At least, not from each other. You still have to keep your special playtime with Candy a secret from everyone else, but not from me, okay?”
“O-okay mommy…” the kit said, wide eyed as new revelations gave way to new opportunities.
“Good. Now up you go. Yes, both of you. When we finish playing, we always clean up don’t we, and I’m looking at two very messy girls right now…” Amanda said, taking her own clothes off since she wasn’t exactly a clean girl herself.
“Oh and Stacy – one more thing…” the vixen said, reaching behind and unclasping her bra before shrugging it off and sticking her chest out.  “Who has the best bobbies?”