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The thumbnail is taken from https://inkbunny.net/s/1897447 ", "writing": " Debbie woke herself up with the loudness of her own fart. This told her two things: firstly, she should never have a second helping of broccoli beef ever again, and secondly, that she had slept through her alarm. There was a sliver of a moment between being awake and opening her eyes where she had hoped against hope that Derrick wasn't there to witness her gassy shame, but the muffled chuckles coming from the other side of the bed told her otherwise.\n \"Good morning, sleeping beauty,'' he said, a chuckle still on his breath.\n \"Shut up,'' she groaned, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She limply threw a pillow at him.\n \"Don't worry; I laid one down about three minutes ago that almost blew the blankets off the bed. I'm surprised it didn't wake you.''\n \"We're never ordering broccoli beef again.''\n He handed the pillow back to her. \"But it's the only time Tammy will ever eat broccoli.''\n \"Then she'll have to do without.''\n He shrugged. \"You're the nurse.''\n \"Did you turn off the alarm?'' She looked around for her phone.\n \"Shut it off as soon as it went off. I figured you could stand to sleep in.''\n She let out a groan and stretched, rolling to the side to let her tail stretch as well. A week of overtime let itself be known, her footpaws and calves and back still aching. \"Yeah...'' she managed, through a yawn.\n He leaned over and kissed her forehead. \"Got anything planned today?''\n She let out a little sigh and nuzzled up against him. \"Not really. I'm half expecting to be called in again. I think Tammy has a dance thing tomorrow, and Monica's probably going to stop by at some point to spend the night, but... Nothing really solid. You?''\n \"There's a game on in the afternoon, but it's the Wheelers and the Cracks.'' Debbie had only heard those team names a few times before, but by the tone of his voice, they were probably teams he didn't have any interest in. \"I might try out that new game that came out. I didn't want to try it cause Matt wouldn't shut up about it, but Leslie said it was pretty rad, so... Might give it a shot.''\n Debbie nodded. She had only met Matt once at an office holiday party, but understood almost instantly why Derrick hated him; He radiated fink vibes - narc through and through. And his eyes were locked on to her cleavage for the entire twenty seconds they had talked. Leslie, on the other paw, seemed nice. Ever-perky just shy of being annoying, but cute. Derrick often told tales of the workplace hijinks he and Leslie got into. If Debbie were the jealous type, Leslie would be the one she'd worry Derrick would have an affair with. Heck, she could see herself having an affair with Leslie.\n \"The flowerbeds are looking sad,'' she said, after some thought. \"I might spruce them up a bit.''\n \"We could have Tammy do it.''\n Debbie gave that some thought. What good are children if you can't offload household chores onto them? But, \"No, I need some time outside. All this overtime at the hospital, I'm starting to wonder if the sun even exists. I need the vitamin D.''\n \"I have a dose of D right here for you,'' Derrick said with a silly, roguish grin.\n Debbie wrapped a paw around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, \"Don't mind if I do.''\n\n-\n\n Debbie toweled down her fur, running the cloth over her folds to check and see if she was still leaking Derrick's cum. She'd grown used to the dull ache his barbs left, but every once in a while contact with a foreign object would make a particularly raw spot sting just a bit, and make her shiver. This one was just on the outside of her folds, and would probably rub up against her panties, remind her all day of the raw cat cock that was pounding her just a few minutes ago.\n Dressing with yardwork in mind, she had picked out jeans and an old t-shirt today, comfortable pink cotton panties and bra, hair pulled back in a ponytail. Checking herself out in the mirror, the outfit had a somewhat youthful vibe to it. She could see signs of aging - slight breast sag, a little extra weight on the ass, thighs, and tummy, her fur growing slightly duller despite the products she puts in it. But if any of that was a problem, Derrick didn't seem to mind. She knew she shouldn't build up her self worth by what anyone else thinks, but it was hard not to when he was grabbing pawfulls of her ass with a ravenous hunger.\n Walking out of the bathroom, she saw Derrick slip out of Tammy's room.\n \"She says Monica will probably be over tonight,'' he said with a slight hint of breathlessness.\n Debbie didn't question why he had to be in Tammy's room to get that information. She just smiled and said, ``Okay. Pancakes?''\n Derrick nodded slowly, like he was grooving along to a funky beat. \"Yeah, pancakes. We could use up those blueberries.'' He turned and started heading down the stairs.\n Debbie followed him, but hesitated when she reached Tammy's door. Did she want to see? Did she want to know? What if she did catch her, what would she do? Debbie opened the door immediately after knocking softly twice - trying to adhere to the agreement they'd reached a year ago when Tammy decided she deserved privacy in her room, while simultaneously wanting to catch the little scamp by surprise.\n \"Oh, hey mom,'' Tammy said cheerfully. There was her little girl, a skinny little thing, grey fur so fine it turned white where it grew shorter. She was growing some curves, but was still a long way away from having anything anyone would call hips or breasts - unlike Debbie, who, while having a little fat to spare, was still shapely, still had hips that could make a man swoon (bring the boys to the yard is what the youngsters are saying, right?), and her breasts were abundant enough to make that Matt creep stare. Why should any man choose this formless little stick over her? A barb of jealousy clouded her heart, but was quickly allayed; Derrick wasn't choosing one over the other; he was having both at the same time.\n Tammy was still in her pajamas - an over-sized baseball jersey that Derrick had given her - and her hair was mussed. Was that from Derrick's paws pulling her young face into his crotch? Or was it just bed-head?\n \"We're having pancakes. Should be ready in a half hour.''\n \"Ooooo! Chocolate chip?''\n Debbie sniffed, certain that she could catch a hint of her husband's cum on the girl's breath. \"No, blueberry.''\n \"Oh, well, I guess that's good, too.''\n Was there the pearly sheen of cat cum on her tongue? Glinting off her teeth? \"Okay. Let us know if Monica says she's coming so we can plan dinner accordingly, okay?'' Debbie started backing out of the room, looking on the floor for any sign of a load blown. Was that the scent of Tammy's arousal she could smell? \n \"'kay.'' And the girl turned back to her laptop.\n Debbie closed the door and headed down the stairs, that sore spot on her labia making itself known, reminding her of the pounding Derrick had given her. She almost felt silly for thinking that a man who made love to her with that much passion could be cheating on her - could almost forget the things she had seen with her own eyes; Just weeks ago, on the coffee table, she saw Derrick fucking her daughter, pounding her pussy with his raw cock, spanking her, pinching her nipples, cumming inside her. Then Tammy - without prompting - crawled over and sucked his cock, then begged for more. \n The two of them fucked three times while Debbie watched from the top of the stairs. She didn't cry out, she didn't scream or get angry or call the cops, like she should have. Her motherly instincts should have compelled her to protect her child. Her wifely instincts should have compelled her to fend off this invader from her man. But the only thing she felt compelled to do was to stick her paw down her pants and masturbate. She watched her husband cum inside her daughter two more times, and she came right along with them.\n She felt sick with herself, such shame and grief for betraying her daughter, ignoring basic morals and indulging in her own lust. She made the determination that the next time she caught them, she'd stop it - the next piece of evidence she found, she'd turn it in to the proper authorities.\n She became vigilant, watching for signs of her husband's deviancy, her daughter's abuse. And she found them. Pussy-juice stains on the couch. Discarded panties forgotten behind the door to the computer room. A strand of cum splashed against the kitchen table. But did she catalog it? Did she take pictures and send them to the authorities? No. She flipped the couch cushions over. She picked up the panties and threw them in the dirty clothes hamper. She... She was disgusted with herself afterwards, but she lapped up the strand of cum off the kitchen table like a feral dog.\n And then, one night, she caught them in the act again. She watched through the crack of the garage door while Derrick fingered Tammy's ass and fucked her against the car until the girl came so hard she wet herself. Debbie watched the whole thing, from penetration to piss, rubbing the crotch of her panties the whole time. She would have stayed there and watched them fuck a second time if she hadn't bumped something and made a noise while she was cumming. And that was the perfect opportunity to barge in screaming, to put an end to this sick affair. But she ran. She went back to their room and hid under the covers and pretended to be asleep. Why? And when Derrick came in, he made her suck his dick, and she could taste her own daughter's pussy on his cock, could taste her little girl's piss on his balls, and instead of gagging on the taste she lapped it up and sucked him off until he came. She basically rewarded him for cheating on her. For raping her daughter.\n \"You're over-mixing it.''\n \"Huh?''\n Derrick pointed to the bowl in her hand, the pancake batter beaten to complete smoothness. Debbie shook the memories out of her head.\n \"Sorry, I was thinking of something...'' she trailed off.\n \"I could tell. Remembering our little jaunt this morning?'' He stepped in, his lips close to her ear, his body pressing against hers, his paw sliding between her legs. \"You look like you're ready to cum.''\n She leaned against him, her legs shifting slightly, thighs parting to let his paw in.\n \"When are the pancakes gonna be ready,'' Tammy asked, coming down the stairs.\n Derrick coughed and went back to prepping the griddle, Debbie stirring the batter a few times before remembering that she shouldn't be, and setting it down on the counter.\n\n-\n\n Now that Debbie knew that there was something to look for, the signs were obvious - or, at least, Tammy was poor at hiding her horniness; She was drawn to Derrick. like a marble on a slight incline, she would drift towards him wherever he was in the room, finding excuses to touch him, to brush up against him. Her tail was high and rolling, the fluffy curves undulating like a soft wave. her breathing shallow, her eyes drifting towards his crotch.\n Derrick was much more subtle about it, but Debbie was also far more familiar with his horniness; distant gazes, sentence that ended in a mumble, normal breathing punctuated with heavy exhalations. The tip of his tail would twitch, as if he were moments away from pouncing.\n Derrick was washing up the dishes after breakfast, and Tammy had a rare fit of helpfulness, standing next to him by the sink and drying the dishes. Her hip was pressed against his leg. Out of the corner of her eye, Debbie saw Tammy brush her fingers across the front of Derrick's pants as she reached for something, and there, the tip of Derrick's tail twitched. \n They were more than ready. All Debbie had to do was make herself scarce.\n \"Okay, it looks nice enough out, I'm going to do a little gardening,'' she announced.\n Derrick looked up from the dishes (or was he peeping down Tammy's loose-fitting shirt?). \"I'd be happy to help, if you want,'' he lied sweetly.\n Oddly, that was the last thing she wanted. After a brief pause, she said, \"No no, you have a game to watch. And after all that time in the hospital, I wouldn't mind some quiet.''\n \"Okay,'' he said, trying not to look too relieved.\n Tammy also looked relieved. If Debbie didn't know any better - if this exchange happened a few months ago - she would have assumed that the girl was just glad to have avoided the chore.\n\n-\n\n The door to the shed was warped, rusted, and falling out of its track. It had come with the house, and every time Derrick or Debbie opened it, they swore to fix or replace it, but that would require time and money that neither of them wanted to spend. So each trip to the shed was presaged and ended with wrestling shitty sheet metal into place, and no small amount of swearing - to fix or otherwise.\n Once within, Debbie was able to retrieve her basket that held all the accessories that helped make a chore less loathsome - kneepads, gloves, shears and a trowel. She shook the gloves to make sure there were no spiders hiding within, grabbed the floppy straw sunhat from off its peg on the wall, and then wrestled the shed door back into place.\n Moving to the middle of the back yard and surveying the situation, she could spot many problem areas: flowerbeds where no flowers were growing, shrubs that had grown far beyond their bounds, weeds rampant in the grass. And yet she found herself drifting towards the flowerbed underneath the office window. It had nothing to do with the motion she spied within, she told herself - it was just a place to start. Plenty of weeds to weed, plenty of space to plant new plants. She approached it at an angle, her heart fluttering as she drew nearer.\n She set the basket down carefully, and lowered her padded knees to the dirt, the jeans riding up slightly, agitating the raw spot on her folds. From here, she could only see a sliver of the room, and nobody inside would be able to see her unless they were standing right in front of the window. There were some blinds for shade and privacy, but they were only partially closed, as the back yard had high enough fences that prying eyes weren't a concern. She listened hard for a long while, and then, hearing nothing, she took a breath and reached down to pull out a weed, but stopped when she realized she didn't have her gloves on.\n And then there was a giggle, muffled by more than just the window.\n And then there was a slurp. And an \"[i]ulp[/i]'' sound.\n And then there was a gasp and a cough.\n After a few seconds - perhaps the span of time it takes young lungs to fill themselves back up again, there was another giggle, and the creak of the computer chair.\n Debbie's ears were perked as high as they could be, her tail high and rolling.\n Sharp claps rang out from the room, muffled by the window, but Debbie recognized them as spankings, especially since they were accompanied by gasps and yelps. There were a series of spanks, followed by a lull of low moaning. Debbie had seen this a couple times before before, through the crack of a door and from the top of the stairs - Derrick would spank the girl's bare ass, then finger her pussy, then spank her again with wet fingers. He'd never done anything like that to Debbie before, so maybe this was something Tammy had asked for, or maybe he had a hidden authoritarian streak, something that only came out when he was handling someone so much smaller than him.\n After several rounds of this, she could hear a little voice call out something that sounded like, \"please.''\n The low rumblings of two words in another voice curled upwards as if in question.\n \"Please fuck me.''\n Debbie's mind no longer existed; She was only a receptacle for hearing these sounds and imagining how they're made.\n The computer chair creaked again, and then there was a few seconds of silence before the long, breathy moan of a twelve-year-old girl getting penetrated by the barbed cock of her step-father.\n Derrick was always pretty silent while fucking. Maybe it was years of a married couple trying to covertly bang with a small child sleeping just down the hall, or maybe he just wasn't that noisy, but the only sounds he'd make while fucking were panting, the occasional grunt, and whispering sweet nothings (or dirty talk, when either of them was in the mood), so the gasps, giggles, and squeaks coming from the office were all Tammy.\n Debbie shifted her weight, the crotch of the jeans once again pushing her panties against that sore spot, and she realized just how wet she was getting. Her breath was shallow, her mind fuzzy as she inched closer to the window.\n Maybe it was her imagination, but Debbie thought she could hear the soft plap-plap-plapping of heavy balls bouncing off of a soft taint. She could certainly hear the creaks and groans of the aging computer chair - later tonight, was she going to be able to touch the seat and feel just how wet her daughter had been? It had happened before, and she... she was ashamed to admit it, but she had licked that moisture off her fingers. The thought of doing so again made her shiver - with disgust, or excitement, she couldn't tell.\n The giggles and squeaks were fewer and fewer, until it was only moans, grunts, and gasps. She knew this phase intimately; Derrick was no longer teasing, no longer going out of his way to pleasure or excite - he was focusing down, finding a position with leverage and going hard. His primal instincts had taken over, a deep desire to pump and pound and bite and release. Debbie knew just how intense he could get - loved the rawness of it, the ferocity - and now her daughter was the focus of that fierceness... it left Debbie short of breath, her paw sliding down to the crotch of her jeans, her fingers finding them soaked through.\n Tammy's moans were short and sharp, each one cut off by the impact his body made against her. It wasn't Debbie's imagination any more; she could her each collision of their bodies, accompanied by a light squeak of the computer chair, but it was no longer a plap-plap-plapping, but a wet slap-slap-splatting, Tammy's pussy-juices undoubtedly having drenched her downy fur, coated Derrick's fuzzy balls, and were soaking into the computer chair.\n Debbie had to see, had to know. She leaned, ever so slightly, to the left, just enough to get one eye past the window frame. She saw Derrick's ass first, the shiny dark fur glinting in the sunlight, his long thin tail bobbing behind him as his ass rose and fell. And while she was tantalized by the sight of her husband's ass, her eyes didn't linger long, as she found she was drawn to what was happening elsewhere. Black fur met grey fur, two little legs hugging his waist. Debbie knew what Tammy was instinctively trying to do - thighs spread wide, legs wrapping around and locking together, pulling him in close to ensure that when he burst no seed could escape - but her legs weren't long enough; instead, her footpaws met at the base of his tail. And beneath all that, black fuzzy balls bouncing, glimpses of a hard shaft being pumped into a soft pussy. The sight of her daughter's folds being spread so wide around her husband's cock made Debbie's breath stop in her chest. It made her mouth water, and her mind go blank, and the damp patch in the crotch of her jeans grow. \n She didn't know when her pants had become unbuttoned, or when her paw had slid past the elastic band of her panties. All she knew is that two fingers were working their way into her folds, and her thumb was grinding against her clit. Her fingers worked furiously inside her while she watched droplets of pussy-juice fly out of her daughter's cunny with each impact, rivulets of arousal flowing down her taint, past her pink pucker, and dripping down to the seat of the computer chair. She watched with a strange sort of vicarious pleasure as her little girl's toes curled within her white cotton socks, her husband making her daughter come hard.\n A gasping moan came from Derrick, but was almost completely drowned out by Tammy's shriek of pleasure. But Derrick kept going, even as Tammy gulped and gasped for air, clawing at his back, still reeling from her first orgasm, she shook and convulsed and let out an ugly, guttural grunt as another rocked her little body. Between thrusts, Debbie could see Tammy's muscles spasm, her pussy clench and unclench, milking Derrick's cock.\n Debbie came with her child, bending over double, spurts of fem-cum splashing against her paw. With her forehead pressed against the wall, she heard Derrick let out a familiar groan, and knew that her husband was filling her daughter's pussy with his seed. Debbie came again, less intense but still making her whole body shake.\n As she was catching her breath, a wave of shame immediately consumed her. Her daughter was being abused by her husband, and she didn't even try to stop it. Worse: the idea of it made her cum. She was so disgusted with herself, and even more disgusted when she lifted her soaked paw to her mouth and sucked her own femcum off of it, wondering how long the computer chair would stay wet, a sick hope deep inside her that she would get the chance to press her face into it, to lick it and taste tangy-sweetness of her daughter's pussy and the musky-savoriness of her husband's cum. Even the thought of getting the chance to do that made her heart flutter.\n But there was something else she could do, and before her conscience even had a chance to scold her, she got up and ran to the back door.\n \"Derrick? Derrick! Could you help me with something?''\n Tumbling, bumbling, Derrick emerged from the hall disheveled. \"Uh, yeah? What's up,'' he said, the super-casual facade ruined only slightly by how out of breath he was.\n \"Could I get your help moving something in the shed?''\n He looked down the hall, then back to his wife, chest rising and falling. \"Uh... yeah, of course.''\n When they finally wrestled the shed door open, he asked, \"Whatcha need?'' Then he sniffed, a scent catching his nose, his eyes moving down her body and widening with surprise at the huge wet spot between her legs.\n He didn't even have time to comment. She pulled him into the shed and pushed him against the wall, the cheap sheet-metal flexing, the foam of her kneepads squishing as she knelt in front of him.\n As soon as the fly of his khakis unzipped, a wave of musky sex-stench blasted her in the face. She did her best to pretend like she didn't notice, just like she pretended not to notice the sheen of fuck-slime on his semi-flacid cock. Her heart skipped a beat; they didn't have time to clean up. Her mouth dove down, her lips taking in his rapidly-growing cock, her tongue dragging against the underside of his shaft. The smell, the taste, the heat of her daughter's pussy still radiating off his cock made her cum right then and there. She moaned around his cock, then pushed further, until his tip pressed against the back of her throat and her nose pressed into his still-wet pubic-fur. The smell of Tammy's pussy was thick here, almost as if Debbie were smelling her daughter's pussy directly. She pulled off his cock and moved down, catching his fuzzy balls in her mouth and suckling hard, making sure to pull every last drop of pussy-juice off of him.\n Then she rolled back, grabbing his polo shirt and pulling him down with her. He settled between her legs like he belonged there, and she wrapped them around him and locked her ankles. His cock plunged into her pussy and her hugging legs made sure he hilted her in one motion.\n If she had been thinking clearly, the shed would have been the last place she would have chosen for sex: her tail flailed and fluttered off to the side, whapping against ancient bags of sod and rusty shovels; every time Derrick thrust into her, the flaking plywood floor would bend and creak, threatening to break; when she leaned her head back to moan, she could feel the clumps of dirt and the gritty dust being smashed into her hair. But none of that mattered as long as he kept plowing into her. \n Part of her wanted to wail, cry, beg for forgiveness; she was the worst mother ever, getting off to her daughter being raped by her own husband. She was sick, a freak, undeserving of love. But that part of her was getting smaller and smaller every time Derrick thrust into her. The scratch of his barbs, the heat of his shaft, the knowledge that her daughter's womb was full of his cum and soon hers would be too. The closer she was to an orgasm, the less she felt bad about... whatever it was.\n His teeth clamped down on her shoulder as he entered 'that phase' of the lovemaking. She imagined this was how Tammy felt just a few minutes ago - her whole body rocking under the ferocious thrusting, her insides stinging from the friction of the barbs in a glorious cacophony of pain and pleasure. She imagined that, when they were done, Derrick would make Tammy suck his dick, and Tammy would be turned on by the taste of her mother's pussy. She started cumming, and didn't stop until Derrick finally finished inside of her.\n\n-\n\n Later that night, while Tammy and Monica watched anime in Tammy's room, and Derrick was washing the dishes, Debbie snuck into the office. She pressed her fingers against the padding of the chair, and they came away ever-so-slightly moist. Checking the door to make sure it was closed, her heart hammering in her chest, she knelt down and pressed her muzzle to the fabric, the smell of her daughter's pussy still strong. She breathed it in deep, then pressed her tongue against the fabric and dragged it across.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "     Debbie woke herself up with the loudness of her own fart.  This told her two things: firstly, she should never have a second helping of broccoli beef ever again, and secondly, that she had slept through her alarm.  There was a sliver of a moment between being awake and opening her eyes where she had hoped against hope that Derrick wasn't there to witness her gassy shame, but the muffled chuckles coming from the other side of the bed told her otherwise.
     "Good morning, sleeping beauty,'' he said, a chuckle still on his breath.
     "Shut up,'' she groaned, her cheeks flush with embarrassment.  She limply threw a pillow at him.
     "Don't worry; I laid one down about three minutes ago that almost blew the blankets off the bed.  I'm surprised it didn't wake you.''
     "We're never ordering broccoli beef again.''
     He handed the pillow back to her.  "But it's the only time Tammy will ever eat broccoli.''
     "Then she'll have to do without.''
     He shrugged.  "You're the nurse.''
     "Did you turn off the alarm?''  She looked around for her phone.
     "Shut it off as soon as it went off.  I figured you could stand to sleep in.''
     She let out a groan and stretched, rolling to the side to let her tail stretch as well.  A week of overtime let itself be known, her footpaws and calves and back still aching.  "Yeah...'' she managed, through a yawn.
     He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  "Got anything planned today?''
     She let out a little sigh and nuzzled up against him.  "Not really.  I'm half expecting to be called in again.  I think Tammy has a dance thing tomorrow, and Monica's probably going to stop by at some point to spend the night, but... Nothing really solid.  You?''
     "There's a game on in the afternoon, but it's the Wheelers and the Cracks.''  Debbie had only heard those team names a few times before, but by the tone of his voice, they were probably teams he didn't have any interest in.  "I might try out that new game that came out.  I didn't want to try it cause Matt wouldn't shut up about it, but Leslie said it was pretty rad, so... Might give it a shot.''
     Debbie nodded.  She had only met Matt once at an office holiday party, but understood almost instantly why Derrick hated him;  He radiated fink vibes -  narc through and through.  And his eyes were locked on to her cleavage for the entire twenty seconds they had talked.  Leslie, on the other paw, seemed nice.  Ever-perky just shy of being annoying, but cute.  Derrick often told tales of the workplace hijinks he and Leslie got into. If Debbie were the jealous type, Leslie would be the one she'd worry Derrick would have an affair with.  Heck, she could see herself having an affair with Leslie.
     "The flowerbeds are looking sad,'' she said, after some thought.  "I might spruce them up a bit.''
     "We could have Tammy do it.''
     Debbie gave that some thought.  What good are children if you can't offload household chores onto them? But, "No, I need some time outside.  All this overtime at the hospital, I'm starting to wonder if the sun even exists.  I need the vitamin D.''
     "I have a dose of D right here for you,'' Derrick said with a silly, roguish grin.
     Debbie wrapped a paw around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, "Don't mind if I do.''

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     Debbie toweled down her fur, running the cloth over her folds to check and see if she was still leaking Derrick's cum.  She'd grown used to the dull ache his barbs left, but every once in a while contact with a foreign object would make a particularly raw spot sting just a bit, and make her shiver.  This one was just on the outside of her folds, and would probably rub up against her panties, remind her all day of the raw cat cock that was pounding her just a few minutes ago.
     Dressing with yardwork in mind, she had picked out jeans and an old t-shirt today, comfortable pink cotton panties and bra, hair pulled back in a ponytail.  Checking herself out in the mirror, the outfit had a somewhat youthful vibe to it.  She could see signs of aging - slight breast sag, a little extra weight on the ass, thighs, and tummy, her fur growing slightly duller despite the products she puts in it.  But if any of that was a problem, Derrick didn't seem to mind.  She knew she shouldn't build up her self worth by what anyone else thinks, but it was hard not to when he was grabbing pawfulls of her ass with a ravenous hunger.
     Walking out of the bathroom, she saw Derrick slip out of Tammy's room.
     "She says Monica will probably be over tonight,'' he said with a slight hint of breathlessness.
     Debbie didn't question why he had to be in Tammy's room to get that information. She just smiled and said, ``Okay.  Pancakes?''
     Derrick nodded slowly, like he was grooving along to a funky beat.  "Yeah, pancakes.  We could use up those blueberries.''  He turned and started heading down the stairs.
     Debbie followed him, but hesitated when she reached Tammy's door.  Did she want to see?  Did she want to know?  What if she did catch her, what would she do?  Debbie opened the door immediately after knocking softly twice - trying to adhere to the agreement they'd reached a year ago when Tammy decided she deserved privacy in her room, while simultaneously wanting to catch the little scamp by surprise.
     "Oh, hey mom,'' Tammy said cheerfully.  There was her little girl, a skinny little thing, grey fur so fine it turned white where it grew shorter.  She was growing some curves, but was still a long way away from having anything anyone would call hips or breasts - unlike Debbie, who, while having a little fat to spare, was still shapely, still had hips that could make a man swoon (bring the boys to the yard is what the youngsters are saying, right?), and her breasts were abundant enough to make that Matt creep stare.  Why should any man choose this formless little stick over her?  A barb of jealousy clouded her heart, but was quickly allayed; Derrick wasn't choosing one over the other; he was having both at the same time.
     Tammy was still in her pajamas - an over-sized baseball jersey that Derrick had given her - and her hair was mussed.  Was that from Derrick's paws pulling her young face into his crotch?  Or was it just bed-head?
     "We're having pancakes.  Should be ready in a half hour.''
    "Ooooo! Chocolate chip?''
    Debbie sniffed, certain that she could catch a hint of her husband's cum on the girl's breath.  "No, blueberry.''
     "Oh, well, I guess that's good, too.''
     Was there the pearly sheen of cat cum on her tongue?  Glinting off her teeth?  "Okay.  Let us know if Monica says she's coming so we can plan dinner accordingly, okay?''  Debbie started backing out of the room, looking on the floor for any sign of a load blown.  Was that the scent of Tammy's arousal she could smell?  
     "'kay.''  And the girl turned back to her laptop.
     Debbie closed the door and headed down the stairs, that sore spot on her labia making itself known, reminding her of the pounding Derrick had given her.  She almost felt silly for thinking that a man who made love to her with that much passion could be cheating on her - could almost forget the things she had seen with her own eyes;  Just weeks ago, on the coffee table, she saw Derrick fucking her daughter, pounding her pussy with his raw cock, spanking her, pinching her nipples, cumming inside her.  Then Tammy - without prompting - crawled over and sucked his cock, then begged for more.  
   The two of them fucked three times while Debbie watched from the top of the stairs.  She didn't cry out, she didn't scream or get angry or call the cops, like she should have.  Her motherly instincts should have compelled her to protect her child.  Her wifely instincts should have compelled her to fend off this invader from her man.  But the only thing she felt compelled to do was to stick her paw down her pants and masturbate.  She watched her husband cum inside her daughter two more times, and she came right along with them.
     She felt sick with herself, such shame and grief for betraying her daughter, ignoring basic morals and indulging in her own lust.  She made the determination that the next time she caught them, she'd stop it - the next piece of evidence she found, she'd turn it in to the proper authorities.
     She became vigilant, watching for signs of her husband's deviancy, her daughter's abuse.  And she found them.  Pussy-juice stains on the couch.  Discarded panties forgotten behind the door to the computer room.  A strand of cum splashed against the kitchen table.  But did she catalog it?  Did she take pictures and send them to the authorities?  No.  She flipped the couch cushions over.  She picked up the panties and threw them in the dirty clothes hamper.  She...  She was disgusted with herself afterwards, but she lapped up the strand of cum off the kitchen table like a feral dog.
     And then, one night, she caught them in the act again.  She watched through the crack of the garage door while Derrick fingered Tammy's ass and fucked her against the car until the girl came so hard she wet herself.  Debbie watched the whole thing, from penetration to piss, rubbing the crotch of her panties the whole time.  She would have stayed there and watched them fuck a second time if she hadn't bumped something and made a noise while she was cumming.  And that was the perfect opportunity to barge in screaming, to put an end to this sick affair.  But she ran.  She went back to their room and hid under the covers and pretended to be asleep.  Why?  And when Derrick came in, he made her suck his dick, and she could taste her own daughter's pussy on his cock, could taste her little girl's piss on his balls, and instead of gagging on the taste she lapped it up and sucked him off until he came.  She basically rewarded him for cheating on her.  For raping her daughter.
     "You're over-mixing it.''
     "Huh?''
     Derrick pointed to the bowl in her hand, the pancake batter beaten to complete smoothness.  Debbie shook the memories out of her head.
     "Sorry, I was thinking of something...'' she trailed off.
     "I could tell.  Remembering our little jaunt this morning?'' He stepped in, his lips close to her ear, his body pressing against hers, his paw sliding between her legs.  "You look like you're ready to cum.''
     She leaned against him, her legs shifting slightly, thighs parting to let his paw in.
     "When are the pancakes gonna be ready,'' Tammy asked, coming down the stairs.
     Derrick coughed and went back to prepping the griddle, Debbie stirring the batter a few times before remembering that she shouldn't be, and setting it down on the counter.

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     Now that Debbie knew that there was something to look for, the signs were obvious - or, at least, Tammy was poor at hiding her horniness;  She was drawn to Derrick. like a marble on a slight incline, she would drift towards him wherever he was in the room, finding excuses to touch him, to brush up against him.  Her tail was high and rolling, the fluffy curves undulating like a soft wave. her breathing shallow, her eyes drifting towards his crotch.
    Derrick was much more subtle about it, but Debbie was also far more familiar with his horniness; distant gazes, sentence that ended in a mumble, normal breathing punctuated with heavy exhalations.  The tip of his tail would twitch, as if he were moments away from pouncing.
     Derrick was washing up the dishes after breakfast, and Tammy had a rare fit of helpfulness, standing next to him by the sink and drying the dishes.  Her hip was pressed against his leg.  Out of the corner of her eye, Debbie saw Tammy brush her fingers across the front of Derrick's pants as she reached for something, and there, the tip of Derrick's tail twitched.
     They were more than ready.  All Debbie had to do was make herself scarce.
     "Okay, it looks nice enough out, I'm going to do a little gardening,'' she announced.
     Derrick looked up from the dishes (or was he peeping down Tammy's loose-fitting shirt?).  "I'd be happy to help, if you want,'' he lied sweetly.
     Oddly, that was the last thing she wanted.  After a brief pause, she said, "No no, you have a game to watch.  And after all that time in the hospital, I wouldn't mind some quiet.''
     "Okay,'' he said, trying not to look too relieved.
     Tammy also looked relieved.  If Debbie didn't know any better - if this exchange happened a few months ago - she would have assumed that the girl was just glad to have avoided the chore.

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     The door to the shed was warped, rusted, and falling out of its track.  It had come with the house, and every time Derrick or Debbie opened it, they swore to fix or replace it, but that would require time and money that neither of them wanted to spend.  So each trip to the shed was presaged and ended with wrestling shitty sheet metal into place, and no small amount of swearing - to fix or otherwise.
     Once within, Debbie was able to retrieve her basket that held all the accessories that helped make a chore less loathsome - kneepads, gloves, shears and a trowel.  She shook the gloves to make sure there were no spiders hiding within, grabbed the floppy straw sunhat from off its peg on the wall, and then wrestled the shed door back into place.
     Moving to the middle of the back yard and surveying the situation, she could spot many problem areas: flowerbeds where no flowers were growing, shrubs that had grown far beyond their bounds, weeds rampant in the grass. And yet she found herself drifting towards the flowerbed underneath the office window.  It had nothing to do with the motion she spied within, she told herself - it was just a place to start.  Plenty of weeds to weed, plenty of space to plant new plants.  She approached it at an angle, her heart fluttering as she drew nearer.
     She set the basket down carefully, and lowered her padded knees to the dirt, the jeans riding up slightly, agitating the raw spot on her folds.  From here, she could only see a sliver of the room, and nobody inside would be able to see her unless they were standing right in front of the window.  There were some blinds for shade and privacy, but they were only partially closed, as the back yard had high enough fences that prying eyes weren't a concern.  She listened hard for a long while, and then, hearing nothing, she took a breath and reached down to pull out a weed, but stopped when she realized she didn't have her gloves on.
     And then there was a giggle, muffled by more than just the window.
     And then there was a slurp.  And an "ulp'' sound.
     And then there was a gasp and a cough.
     After a few seconds - perhaps the span of time it takes young lungs to fill themselves back up again, there was another giggle, and the creak of the computer chair.
     Debbie's ears were perked as high as they could be, her tail high and rolling.
    Sharp claps rang out from the room, muffled by the window, but Debbie recognized them as spankings, especially since they were accompanied by gasps and yelps.  There were a series of spanks, followed by a lull of low moaning.  Debbie had seen this a couple times before before, through the crack of a door and from the top of the stairs - Derrick would spank the girl's bare ass, then finger her pussy, then spank her again with wet fingers.  He'd never done anything like that to Debbie before, so maybe this was something Tammy had asked for, or maybe he had a hidden authoritarian streak, something that only came out when he was handling someone so much smaller than him.
     After several rounds of this, she could hear a little voice call out something that sounded like, "please.''
      The low rumblings of two words in another voice curled upwards as if in question.
     "Please fuck me.''
     Debbie's mind no longer existed; She was only a receptacle for hearing these sounds and imagining how they're made.
     The computer chair creaked again, and then there was a few seconds of silence before the long, breathy moan of a twelve-year-old girl getting penetrated by the barbed cock of her step-father.
     Derrick was always pretty silent while fucking.  Maybe it was years of a married couple trying to covertly bang with a small child sleeping just down the hall, or maybe he just wasn't that noisy, but the only sounds he'd make while fucking were panting, the occasional grunt, and whispering sweet nothings (or dirty talk, when either of them was in the mood), so the gasps, giggles, and squeaks coming from the office were all Tammy.
     Debbie shifted her weight, the crotch of the jeans once again pushing her panties against that sore spot, and she realized just how wet she was getting.  Her breath was shallow, her mind fuzzy as she inched closer to the window.
     Maybe it was her imagination, but Debbie thought she could hear the soft plap-plap-plapping of heavy balls bouncing off of a soft taint.  She could certainly hear the creaks and groans of the aging computer chair - later tonight, was she going to be able to touch the seat and feel just how wet her daughter had been?  It had happened before, and she... she was ashamed to admit it, but she had licked that moisture off her fingers.  The thought of doing so again made her shiver - with disgust, or excitement, she couldn't tell.
     The giggles and squeaks were fewer and fewer, until it was only moans, grunts, and gasps.  She knew this phase intimately; Derrick was no longer teasing, no longer going out of his way to pleasure or excite - he was focusing down, finding a position with leverage and going hard.  His primal instincts had taken over, a deep desire to pump and pound and bite and release.  Debbie knew just how intense he could get - loved the rawness of it, the ferocity - and now her daughter was the focus of that fierceness... it left Debbie short of breath, her paw sliding down to the crotch of her jeans, her fingers finding them soaked through.
     Tammy's moans were short and sharp, each one cut off by the impact his body made against her.  It wasn't Debbie's imagination any more; she could her each collision of their bodies, accompanied by a light squeak of the computer chair, but it was no longer a plap-plap-plapping, but a wet slap-slap-splatting, Tammy's pussy-juices undoubtedly having drenched her downy fur, coated Derrick's fuzzy balls, and were soaking into the computer chair.
     Debbie had to see, had to know.  She leaned, ever so slightly, to the left, just enough to get one eye past the window frame.  She saw Derrick's ass first, the shiny dark fur glinting in the sunlight, his long thin tail bobbing behind him as his ass rose and fell.  And while she was tantalized by the sight of her husband's ass, her eyes didn't linger long, as she found she was drawn to what was happening elsewhere. Black fur met grey fur, two little legs hugging his waist.  Debbie knew what Tammy was instinctively trying to do - thighs spread wide, legs wrapping around and locking together, pulling him in close to ensure that when he burst no seed could escape - but her legs weren't long enough; instead, her footpaws met at the base of his tail.  And beneath all that, black fuzzy balls bouncing, glimpses of a hard shaft being pumped into a soft pussy.  The sight of her daughter's folds being spread so wide around her husband's cock made Debbie's breath stop in her chest.  It made her mouth water, and her mind go blank, and the damp patch in the crotch of her jeans grow.  
     She didn't know when her pants had become unbuttoned, or when her paw had slid past the elastic band of her panties.  All she knew is that two fingers were working their way into her folds, and her thumb was grinding against her clit.  Her fingers worked furiously inside her while she watched droplets of pussy-juice fly out of her daughter's cunny with each impact, rivulets of arousal flowing down her taint, past her pink pucker, and dripping down to the seat of the computer chair.  She watched with a strange sort of vicarious pleasure as her little girl's toes curled within her white cotton socks, her husband making her daughter come hard.
      A gasping moan came from Derrick, but was almost completely drowned out by Tammy's shriek of pleasure.  But Derrick kept going, even as Tammy gulped and gasped for air, clawing at his back, still reeling from her first orgasm, she shook and convulsed and let out an ugly, guttural grunt as another rocked her little body.  Between thrusts, Debbie could see Tammy's muscles spasm, her pussy clench and unclench, milking Derrick's cock.
     Debbie came with her child, bending over double, spurts of fem-cum splashing against her paw.  With her forehead pressed against the wall, she heard Derrick let out a familiar groan, and knew that her husband was filling her daughter's pussy with his seed.  Debbie came again, less intense but still making her whole body shake.
     As she was catching her breath, a wave of shame immediately consumed her.  Her daughter was being abused by her husband, and she didn't even try to stop it.  Worse: the idea of it made her cum.  She was so disgusted with herself, and even more disgusted when she lifted her soaked paw to her mouth and sucked her own femcum off of it, wondering how long the computer chair would stay wet, a sick hope deep inside her that she would get the chance to press her face into it, to lick it and taste tangy-sweetness of her daughter's pussy and the musky-savoriness of her husband's cum. Even the thought of getting the chance to do that made her heart flutter.
     But there was something else she could do, and before her conscience even had a chance to scold her, she got up and ran to the back door.
     "Derrick?  Derrick!  Could you help me with something?''
     Tumbling, bumbling, Derrick emerged from the hall disheveled.  "Uh, yeah? What's up,'' he said, the super-casual facade ruined only slightly by how out of breath he was.
     "Could I get your help moving something in the shed?''
     He looked down the hall, then back to his wife, chest rising and falling.  "Uh... yeah, of course.''
     When they finally wrestled the shed door open, he asked, "Whatcha need?''  Then he sniffed, a scent catching his nose, his eyes moving down her body and widening with surprise at the huge wet spot between her legs.
     He didn't even have time to comment.  She pulled him into the shed and pushed him against the wall, the cheap sheet-metal flexing, the foam of her kneepads squishing as she knelt in front of him.
     As soon as the fly of his khakis unzipped, a wave of musky sex-stench blasted her in the face.  She did her best to pretend like she didn't notice, just like she pretended not to notice the sheen of fuck-slime on his semi-flacid cock.  Her heart skipped a beat; they didn't have time to clean up.  Her mouth dove down, her lips taking in his rapidly-growing cock, her tongue dragging against the underside of his shaft.  The smell, the taste, the heat of her daughter's pussy still radiating off his cock made her cum right then and there.  She moaned around his cock, then pushed further, until his tip pressed against the back of her throat and her nose pressed into his still-wet pubic-fur.  The smell of Tammy's pussy was thick here, almost as if Debbie were smelling her daughter's pussy directly.  She pulled off his cock and moved down, catching his fuzzy balls in her mouth and suckling hard, making sure to pull every last drop of pussy-juice off of him.
     Then she rolled back, grabbing his polo shirt and pulling him down with her. He settled between her legs like he belonged there, and she wrapped them around him and locked her ankles.  His cock plunged into her pussy and her hugging legs made sure he hilted her in one motion.
     If she had been thinking clearly, the shed would have been the last place she would have chosen for sex: her tail flailed and fluttered off to the side, whapping against ancient bags of sod and rusty shovels;  every time Derrick thrust into her, the flaking plywood floor would bend and creak, threatening to break;  when she leaned her head back to moan, she could feel the clumps of dirt and the gritty dust being smashed into her hair.  But none of that mattered as long as he kept plowing into her.  
     Part of her wanted to wail, cry, beg for forgiveness; she was the worst mother ever, getting off to her daughter being raped by her own husband.  She was sick, a freak, undeserving of love.  But that part of her was getting smaller and smaller every time Derrick thrust into her.  The scratch of his barbs, the heat of his shaft, the knowledge that her daughter's womb was full of his cum and soon hers would be too.  The closer she was to an orgasm, the less she felt bad about... whatever it was.
     His teeth clamped down on her shoulder as he entered 'that phase' of the lovemaking.  She imagined this was how Tammy felt just a few minutes ago - her whole body rocking under the ferocious thrusting, her insides stinging from the friction of the barbs in a glorious cacophony of pain and pleasure.  She imagined that, when they were done, Derrick would make Tammy suck his dick, and Tammy would be turned on by the taste of her mother's pussy.  She started cumming, and didn't stop until Derrick finally finished inside of her.

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     Later that night, while Tammy and Monica watched anime in Tammy's room, and Derrick was washing the dishes, Debbie snuck into the office.  She pressed her fingers against the padding of the chair, and they came away ever-so-slightly moist.  Checking the door to make sure it was closed, her heart hammering in her chest, she knelt down and pressed her muzzle to the fabric, the smell of her daughter's pussy still strong.  She breathed it in deep, then pressed her tongue against the fabric and dragged it across.

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