This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"You... Both of you? Oh, I am so sorry, I must be misunderstanding... Wait... Heh, this can't..."
Hans backed up against the long, polished wooden table, blushing heavily, the bat folding his wings in around his body, though he had been holding his paws up against his mother-in-law and his wife a moment ago. He'd known just how open his mother-in-law, Ruth, was about sex and eroticism, which hadn't been a far stretch considering how Ruth was too, though that didn't mean that his cheeks didn't burn hotly at the idea she had put forward. To learn how to better please his wife... Over breakfast in the estate breakfast parlour, no less!
Ruth had not minded his trouble, however, smiling, sipping from a cup of tea and peering at him over the rim of the mug. Oh, the bat was a sweet one, perfect for her Beth, but perhaps he would come around to a more open way of life and sex in time. He was wrapped up in customising a remade turn of the century electric engine for a Studemaker, which was delightful, but...not quite what the older wolf was interested in.
However, she didn't have to be engaged in the same interests as her son-in-law, frankly, not when she could use her skills for more tenacious, nefarious means. Few knew about her true nature, which had been passed down to Beth, but...oh was that really information that needed to be known? She only showed her fangs when required, after all.
That was how she posed herself, watching with a sensual lap of her lips through a crack in the door leading to her daughter's room. The wolfess, who looked so much like her, moaned on the bed, on all fours, grinding back onto the bat's cock, crying out for more.
So much like me... Ruth thought lustfully, pride rising inside her, warming her through. Taking what she wants. I've taught her well.
But Beth understood perhaps a little better than Ruth how to seduce and tease, how to get the rough, pounding strokes that she wanted without pinning a partner. She was in control, however lightly or forcefully it was taking, reverberations running through her entire body, from snout to tail, with every stroke of his cock.
"Yes... Hans..." She moaned, tail lifting as if to afford her watching mother an even better view of how their bodies joined. "Hard... Oh, you feel so good... So good inside me..."
Yet he wasn't quite there and Ruth could see the frustration in her daughter's eyes, how she wanted to be taken but could not grind back onto his cock at the pace that she wanted to be pounded in. The bed creaked under them and Beth let out a strangled howl of upset, twisting in her throat, on the edge of climax but, in such a position with her partner using only his cock, not quite able to get there.
"Hans... You need to..." Beth struggled with the words, wanting to show him so badly what she wanted, what she needed him to do. "Change the angle...mmmph, oh...of your hips..."
But, try as he might, Han couldn't quite do it, head tipping back in pleasure, even as worry curled through him at not being able to please his wife. There was only one thing Ruth could do on seeing his face, the twisting contortion in his frantic expression.
"Not to worry."
She smiled as she entered the room, striding forth as if she had a right to be there, taking up space and chuckling lightly. Hans flinched and pulled away, heat flooding his cheeks and the sensitive inside of his large bat ears, though Beth growled and lunged for him, holding his wrist so that he could do little more than pull insistently from her. However, he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry with an aroused and unsatisfied wolfess right there before him.
