"Oh, f-fuck."

She had tried to restrain herself from swearing, but she couldn't help herself. Abby had run out of options. Her legs, involuntarily squeezing together, didn't help. That was only stimulating her more. If she squeezed the arm of the rocking chair she was in any harder she was likely to hurt her hand. And she absolutely could not move her left arm.

So she sat there and endured. Moans began to escape from her mouth as her attempt at a stoic demeanor was steadily worn down by the gentle suckling at her nipple. Every suck caused a ripple of pleasure that she could feel all the way down in her clit. Even as she arched her back and gasped as a spark of pleasure coursed through her the sucking continued. She knew her body well enough to know that spark was the sign.

Despite all her attempts to prevent it, Abby was about to cum.

Abby spent every last ounce of energy to not scream out as her dreaded orgasm crashed over her. Her head pushed back against the headrest as she tried to reign in her shaking legs and hips. It felt like her hand was going to rip right through the armrest. Every splash of pleasure caused coarse, low groans to be mixed into the heavy breathing that made her feel like she was going to pass out.

Even through her ordeal she gently cradled the bundled kit in her left arm, keeping him gently squeezed against her chest in the right position to keep feeding. And feed he did, either ignorant or uncaring of his mother's plight. The gentle, tender assault on her nipples kept her orgasm at a peak for longer than she would ever let any man do to her.

Over the last few weeks Abby had found this was the worst part. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her son's mouth kept her orgasm on the edge for what seemed like an eternity. Every muscle in her body shook with a mix of pleasure and overexertion. By the time he would be finished feeding it would feel like she had just run a marathon, juices leaking from her mouth, pussy, and non-feeding nipple alike.

The new mom let out a long, shuddering groan as her baby finished feeding and pulled away from her nipple. Finally. She took a few minutes to let her breathing subside and the dizziness to work its way out of her brain. Once she was back in control of her body she gently put her kit to rest in his crib. She collapsed on the rocking chair and gave an annoyed sigh as she wiped the drool away from her mouth.

Oh, she had tried to work around this issue. She had tried to feed her son in small amounts, foiled by her son being fussy and not getting enough milk that way. She had tried different times of day to see if it made any difference in her libido. She had tried rubbing numbing agent on her nipples which had just caused her son to reject that nipple, forcing her to use the un-numbed nipple anyway. Hell, she had even tried masturbating before feeding to see if that helped.

She had thought about bottle feeding, but had read plenty of sources that said it was healthier for a baby to feed directly from the source. The whole point of her being a stay at home mom was to spend time with her kit like this. She might as well be one of those formula moms at that point.

It was hard to deny that, despite how exhausting the last few weeks had been, it had been an amazing experience. Abby's nipples had always been extremely sensitive, but she had no idea that she had orgasms like this until her son had latched onto them. Whether the excuse was, Abby had resigned to her fate to be milked in more ways than one by her young child for the next few months.

She grabbed a tissue and was about to wipe her nipples clean when the milk dribbling from the unused nipple of this feeding session caught her eye. Despite her daily sustained orgasm sessions she had recovered quite well from the delivery and had regained most of her energy. Her experiences from the last few weeks had made her curious. She put the tissue down and slid her hand around her breast instead, giving it a small squeeze. She shuddered in pleasure as a bit of milk squirted out.

After a deep breath of uncertainty she worked up the courage to tilt her breast up and to bring her head down. With the milk engorging her already solid C-cup breasts it easy enough to reach her nipple with her mouth. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as she gave a few curious sucks. The milk filling her mouth was a very strange experience, but the feeling...oh, that felt good. Unlike her son, who kept a steady stream of soft suckling, the mother fox alternated between sucking hard and rubbing her tongue over the nipple.

Even though she just had an exhausting orgasm her own attention to her nipples was getting her riled up. Her free hand crept down her body, coming to rest on her pussy. So far she had avoided touching this area while feeding her son, but it was personal time now. She gently rubbed her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, testing to see how well she had healed since the delivery. The rubbing and prodding at her clit slowly moved down to her vaginal opening.

After checking that over the panties felt fine, she pulled her panties aside and tentatively probed at her opening with a finger. To her surprise the tip of her finger slipped right into her pussy with no pain or resistance. She was right at the cusp of being able to have sex again according to her doctor, but surely a finger was okay? Another moan escaped as she slid the finger all the way into her, rubbing at her g-spot as she continued to nurse on herself.

The ragged breaths through her nose quickened as yet another orgasm grew within her. She slipped her finger out and focused on rubbing at her clit as her orgasm grew. Oh fuck, that was it. Having non-stop orgasms and not being able to rub her clit during them had been excruciating.

Abby writhed in her nursing chair as she was hit by yet another orgasm, her moans being muffled by her own breast as she kept nursing through the exhausting waves of pleasure. Milk dribbled from her mouth, down her breast, as she struggled to swallow and moan out at the same time. She clamped her thighs around her hand as her climax reached its peak and mercifully let up on the sucking and the rubbing, unlike her son, letting her orgasm dwindle to a pleasant, satisfactory glow.

With one last slurp as she detached from her breast Abby slumped in the chair and promptly fell asleep.

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"Good boy, keep going..."

Abby was slouched in the bed she had her husband set up for her in the baby's room, propped up on a few pillows with her son latched onto one of her nipples and happily sucking away. She cooed at her son softly, encouraging him, as her free hand in her panties rubbed at her clit. The what seemed like constant steam of juice from her pussy gave her plenty of lube as she brought herself to orgasm once again that day.

As uncomfortable and embarrassing this situation was, desperate times call for desperate measures. Though quite a bit of trial and error she had figured out that if she rubbed her clit while her son nursed the orgasms would subside much quicker, upgrading her energy level after breastfeeding from "exhausted" to "tired". At this point she was almost too worried to tell her doctor about what had been happening and the internet seemed to have more answers for pain during breastfeeding than...whatever she was going through.

The experience of nursing on herself while masturbating had pushed her just enough to try it while her son nursed a few days later. That, combined with her nipples slowly losing their hyper-sensitivity from her pregnancy, had allowed feeding time to settle down in her house and let her focus more on taking care of her baby.

There was something else she had to worry about taking care of soon -- her husband had been asking her about sex recently. She was a few weeks past when it was safe to think about it and he was eager to get back to it. Now that her day wasn't filled with constant, debilitating orgasms it was growing on her mind as well. Her husband had been a saint during the last two months and had made caring for a child as easy as it could be. She figured he had earned some kind of reward.

With a whimpering moan as her son pulled away from her breast, Abby pulled her hand out of her panties and cuddled her son close as he settled in after feeding. She was exhausted after a full day of feeding. She put her head back against the pillows and promptly fell asleep.

Abby felt something...warm. Something wet. Something good. Something really good. It took her a bit to locate the feeling as her brain turned back on from sleep, and as her eyes fluttered open it finally clicked.

Her husband was lying down on the bed, his face between her legs, lapping at her uncovered pussy.

"J-John!" At her exclamation he only lapped harder, focusing in on her clit to distract her. It worked.

"Oh...oh John..." She tightened her grip on her kit, making sure he was safe, before reaching down and stroking her husband's head as he pleasured her.

John gave one, long lick, focusing on his wife's clit, before looking up at her and grinning.

"I've missed this."

With a swiftness and precision that can only come from an experienced and horny man, John scooted up onto his knees and edged his way between his wife's legs. While he was wearing his button-up shirt from work the rest of his clothes were nowhere to be found. His already hard cock lay on his wife's stomach, precum smearing on the soft fur of her belly as it rubbed against her.

"But John...our kit, the doctor..." Abby covered her face with her hand, embarrassed.

"Sshh." The fox gently cut off his wife, grabbing his cock and sliding it down to her pussy. A few rubs against her clit and a gentle prod at her opening produced the moans he had been hoping to find.

"The doctor said you should be ready now. You certainly feel ready."

As John pushed forward and prodded more at his wife's opening she moaned and spread her legs further apart. Her face fell from her hand and clutched at her breast. He grinned. She was ready to go. Finally. He scooted closer and started sliding in and out, working more of his cock into her with each push. John was being gentle and keeping an ear out for any problems as he slowly sank deeper into his wife, but all he heard were moans.

John bottomed out easier than either of them would have thought. Abby reached out to grab at her husband's leg as his cock filled her up.

"Oh, god..." Abby moaned out as she felt herself being filled up. She had missed this so much.

Letting his cock rest inside his wife for the first time in months, John gave a satisfactory sigh and reached down to stroke at his wife's face.

"You're both so beautiful."

Abby giggled and grabbed his hand, holding it in hers.

"It's kind of strange to talk about our kit while you're inside me." Abby said in a playful tone. John only grinned.

"I don't think he'll mind. How do you think he got here in the first place?"

Any response from Abby was cut off as John started to move his hips, slowly yet steadily pumping his cock in and out. Abby grabbed the bed to steady herself as her husband's thrusts got harder with every pump, trying to keep her son from bouncing around too much. Abby closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of her husband's cock inside of her, the room filling with lewd slaps and moans from both of them as they had their fist fuck in what seemed like forever.

Abby suddenly gave a loud, shuddering cry of pleasure. During their heated exchange her son had woken up and decided that he was hungry, leading him to latch onto her breast and suck at her sensitive nipple. It was a much, much different feeling with a cock inside of her. Even more than when she rubbed her clit while she was nursing. To her horror it felt absolutely amazing, and she couldn't help but squirm under her husband as the combination of her husband's cock and her son's mouth drove her wild.

"Oh, shit. Are you okay? Do I need to call-" John, worried that he had hurt something, stopped and stood still. He was balls deep inside his wife. Maybe he needed to pull out, but maybe he needed to wait a second so she could brace first? Or maybe he needed to...

"No, no. It's fine. It's just...just...oh, oh fuck..." As she squirmed under her husband she could feel his cock shifting inside her. It was driving her crazy. It was hard to put words together. It was even harder to explain that your kit was pleasuring you by sucking on your tits to someone. All she could produce were moans and gasps as she was pleasured by the two most important men in her life.

John stared down, mouth open in confusion and shock as the reality of the situation slowly seeped into his brain. As he figured out that his wife was getting what seemed to be immense pleasure from having their kit suck on her nipples, a surge of arousal hit him. He had the strangest boner right now. It was weird. It seemed wrong. But more importantly to his sex-deprived brain...it was hot. Super hot. He had never heard his wife make noises like that. And he certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

With a throaty growl he grabbed his wife's hips with one hand and braced against the wall with the other. He held her down as he resumed thrusting, plowing into her. John reveled in the screams of pleasure that he forced out of her with his cock. She was wet. She was stretched out. She was tough. She could take it.

Abby didn't have long to worry about the repercussions of what was happening as her husband started to fuck her again. She didn't have the mental capacity to focus on much except the warm, hard cock in her pussy and the wet, gentle mouth around her nipple. It wasn't long before she came the hardest she had in her life, animalistic howls coming out of her as the first threesome of her life drove her mind wild. Even after she finished cumming, her husband and son continued their assault, her voice growing weak as her overwhelmed and overworked body shorted out.

Soon after his wife came John came as well, deep groans and growls of pleasure joining his wife's moans as he emptied his balls into her. Even as he came he continued to pump his cock, making sure to keep his knot out of her so he wouldn't be constrained in helping her pussy milk his cock.

John rested against the wall, panting, keeping his cock buried deep inside his wife as he stared down at her. Even through their orgasms their son kept suckling at Abby's breast, drawing out her orgasm to unbelievable limits. Even as John's breathing calmed down she continued to gasp between heavy breaths, the burden of pleasure seemingly unending.

"Abby? Are you okay?"

John moved to pull out but was stopped by Abby, who reached up and weakly grabbed at the fur on his side. Her son's mouth was relentless. Her last orgasm wasn't completely finished and she could already feel another one coming on. She wanted her husband inside her for the second one as well.

"Oh fuck, cumming. Cumming again...again...oohhh fuck..." With a weak, raspy voice she signaled her husband in on what was happening as a second, weaker orgasm hit her.

As her second orgasm hit her John could feel her pussy squeezing at his cock. A shuddering growl escaped from John as he watched his wife's eyes roll back in her head and her tongue loll out, a secret reaction only shared between her and their son until today.

Fuck. This was so. Fucking. Hot. John couldn't contain himself. Steadying himself, he started thrusting in and out of his wife again. Not as hard as the first time, but a steady rhythm that still had her beautiful, engorged breasts bouncing up and down as she was fucked.

As their son finished up his feeding and he settled against his mother John kept on fucking Abby. Although her eyes were closed and she was too weak to make too much noise, the gentle touches of her exhausted body were the signals he needed to keep going. The second time John came he pulled out, stroking his cock and letting the small amount of cum left in him splatter against his wife's stomach and chest.

John collapsed next to his wife and pulled her close, holding his precious family close to him as they all fell asleep, exhausted.