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Alex stood by the window, watching inconspicuously, until his father's tail lights had disappeared around the corner. He waited another few moments just to be sure, then turned to the empty house, tail slowly wagging. He had the place to himself for the whole evening, and he had plans.

The nineteen year old canine stood naked in his room, anxiously staring at the clothes laid out on his bed. The smell of marijuana hung heavy, but although his thoughts were thin and muddled, they still raced - the weed hadn't done anything to help his nerves, like he had hoped. He stared at the bong thickly, contemplating, but eventually decided against more. He fingered the soft lacy material of the clothes he had laid out, then turned with sudden conviction.

His father kept a well-stocked mini bar, and although he never seemed to notice or mind Alex's occasional raidings of the bottles, Alex generally preferred weed to alcohol. Tonight, though, he felt he needed a bit more. He grabbed a bottle of something easy to drink and a small glass, then returned to his bedroom.

One drink for each item of clothing - that seemed like a reasonable way to build up his courage, Alex thought thickly. He poured a rather reckless glass of rum and quickly drained it, shivering and coughing against the burn in his throat. "Okay," he mumbled, and set the glass down. "Start with something easy."

The outfit he had laid out was objectively rather chaste, but to him it felt, had always felt, overwhelmingly scandalous. A simple long sleeved black crop-top, a short black skirt, white thigh-high socks, a plain black push-up bra, and - most scandalous of all - the black, lacey, sheer panties. He had purchased them online months before, but after removing them from their various packaging, he had never built up the courage to actually try them on, and they had been hidden away in the bottom of his closet ever since.

His hand hovered over the outfit, deliberating, and then settled on the socks. Socks were easy, right? Other than being a bit delicate, he could almost pretend they were long athletic socks. He swallowed heavily, the vapors of alcohol still lingering in his mouth, and sat down on the bed. He pulled his leg up, and slowly, carefully, pulled one of the thigh highs over his foot and up, up, endlessly up. When at last it settled into place and he had smoothed his fur back down, he stared down at his legs, one covered, the other still naked, and shivered again. He fumbled for the bottle, drank off another quick mouthful of rum, and repeated the process with the other sock.

His heart was fluttering, so he paused to take a deep breath, and poured himself another drink. It had only been a few minutes, but he could already feel the alcohol going to his head, mixing strangely with the weed and causing an unfamiliar swirling to his thoughts. He decided on the bra next, and if his mind had been clearer he would have seen a certain in doing that before his fingers became any clumsier. He pulled the straps up to his shoulders gingerly, and settled the padded cups against his chest - he was a very slight teenager overall, without much fat or muscle either way to provide a pronounced breast, but he idly hoped there was at least something there for the push-up to push up on. He spent nearly a minute fumbling with the clips behind his back and when he finally managed to join them up, looking a bit disheveled and with shoulders aching, the awkwardness of the procedure had almost erased the awkwardness of wearing his first bra. He stared down at his chest and straightened the bra out again, biting his lip as he slightly fondled the two slight breasts it had created there.

He tore his hands away a few moments later, flushing hard, and took another drink.

The shirt was easy, relatively speaking. He pulled it over his head, and found somewhat to his dismay that it was overly large, and effectively dispelled the illusion of his breasts. The shirt stopped just above his belly button, and as he passed a hand over his exposed flat stomach, he thought how he must look, standing in his room, mostly naked from the waist down, and felt a thrill of startled arousal so strong he almost had to sit down. He covered his sheath with a hand and dropped his tail to cover his rear, suddenly bashful of the eyes of the imagined voyeur, and the vision of himself standing so demurely only stirred the heat in his groin further. He quickly reached for the bottle, drinking straight from it now, and felt the need to cover himself.

He reached for the panties, but froze halfway, and went to the skirt instead. He held it up in front of himself a moment, testing the elastic band, then carefully stepped through. He was a bit unsteady on his feet now, but managed to get it around his legs without falling. Once more he imagined himself bent over, ass exposed, and quickly pulled the skirt up, yanking it around his tail. It was a bit tight, but the elastic made it bearable. It settled into place just above his hips, and he wonderingly ran his finger along the several inches of stomach left exposed between skirt and crop top. The skirt was just long enough to reach halfway down his thighs, just enough to maintain his dignity if he stood straight.

His tail wagged slowly, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't pulled it through the hole in the skirt, so it was holding the skirt up and exposing him. He quickly fumbled with it until it was through, and stared down at himself in quiet awe at the transformation. His eyes swam hazily back to the bed: just one piece left. He absently took another swig from the rapidly-draining bottle, and picked up the lace panties.

When he bent over to pull them on, it almost felt right to be exposing himself under the skirt as he did so, and he slowly swayed his ass back and forth once before stepping into the panties and pulling them up. His breath hitched as the fabric touched the bottom of his testicles, and he paused briefly before slowly but firmly pulling the panties up to his hips - miraculously,they happened to fit perfectly. His sheath and sack were pulled snug against his body without spilling out, and the gauzy, elastic fabric clung tight to his hips.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of this new outfit, these unfamiliar materials and cuts. Then he steeled himself, and looked down as he carefully lifted the front of the skirt. He found himself unable to breathe as he took in the sight of the panties molding perfectly around his groin, and the stirring in his sheath returned stronger than ever, but he forced himself to keep his hands off. Not yet - he had time, and he wasn't done quite yet.

Alex pushed open the door to his father's unlit room, and silently crept in. He stumbled a little, but kept himself up by running his hand along the wall. He felt buoyed up by his head, like his feet were barely touching the ground, and the strong scent of his father's musk in the room carried him up even higher. He slowly walked towards the bed, the burning in his groin growing almost unbearable, and his foot caught on something soft on the ground. He bent over in the darkness and came up with a pair of his father's sweatpants, the pair he had worn on his daily jog just that morning. Alex brought them up to his nose and inhaled the thick, potent scent, then moaned quietly from the back of his throat. He stumbled his way to the bed and collapsed forward onto it, still breathing deeply from his father's dirty clothes.

He rolled over, shivering and moaning as he immersed himself in the irresistible musk that saturated the bedsheets. He held the sweatpants to his face with one hand, and the other slid down between his legs, under the skirt, and began to rub his sheath through the panties. This was the main event of his evening, but just as it was getting started the comfortable warmth of the bed overwhelmed his drunken mind, and he quietly passed out, head still buried in the pants.

--

Deacon drove back up the street several hours later, carefully controlling his speed - the stoat in the seat next to him lounged in her supremely flexile way, one hand casually stroking his inner thigh, and every now and then she would shift further up to rub over his straining bulge.

He eventually managed to pull into the driveway and park, and he groaned in relief when he could finally focus on the lithe woman's lithe ministrations rather than keeping the car out of a ditch. She teased at the button of his pants, and leaned over towards him. For a moment he thought they were going to fuck right there in the driveway, but she just whispered into his ear, "Aren't you going to invite me inside?"

They burst into the dark house wrapped around each other, and Deacon kicked the door closed behind him while the stoat sucked playfully at his tongue. He took a brief moment to look around, but there was no sign of Alex - he must have already gone to bed, or at least shut himself in his room. Deacon's wife had left when Alex was a child, and Alex was used to his father bringing dates home on occasion.

Deacon and the stoat whose name he still didn't know half-staggered to the bedroom, him practically carrying her while she clung to him. He leaned against the wall next to the door, pushing it open and flinging his hand out to the light switch on the wall. He spun into the room with the stoat, and froze at what he saw.

The stoat pulled her head back from their kiss with a questioning look, then turned around to see what he was staring at. A moment later she looked back with an amused smirk. "I didn't know you had a daughter."

Deacon didn't say anything. His mind was racing, with only one clear thought: I guess I'm going to have an awkward talk with my... son? Child? In the morning.

He cleared his throat, extricated himself from the stoat's limbs, and stepped forward. "Alex?" he said, questioningly. Alex snorted quietly in his sleep, but otherwise there was no response.

The stoat sniffed the air, and giggled once into her hand. "Smells like she had a fun night while you were out."

Deacon took a moment to sniff as well, and over the stoat's strong perfume and arousal he could also just make out a combination of odors that made him nostalgic for his college days. He stepped up to the bed, and with a timid flush pulled his sweatpants away from his child's face. Alex was clearly black-out drunk.

"I'll just, um..." he murmured, reaching out towards the unconscious form, "Carry... her to bed." He somehow felt that just playing along with the idea that Alex was his daughter would be the easiest course of action.

Before he could pick Alex up, the stoat was on him again, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He twitched in surprise, and shuddered when her hand trailed down to his crotch again. "Why disturb her?" she crooned, and gave his bulge a gentle squeeze. "Just roll her on her side. Besides, you should keep an eye on her when she's like this, shouldn't you, daddy?"

Deacon started to protest, but the stoat slipped her nimble hand down his waistband and gently stroked the throbbing tip of his cock as it poked from its sheath. He groaned in spite of himself, pulling his arms back to support himself on the edge of the bed rather than lift his child as he had intended.

"That's right," the stoat said, using her free hand to unbutton and unzip his pants while she continued to massage his cock. "Come on, daddy."

She held him by the prick and led him up onto the bed, until they were both kneeling next to Alex's unconscious form. She pulled his pants down enough to fully expose him, and rubbed his sheath tenderly. "Go on," she said, nodding at Alex without stopping.

Deacon swallowed. A part of his mind was screaming at him for being so easily swayed, but the rest of him was too horny and confused by the entire situation to put up much fight. He reached out, and started to roll Alex onto his side.

"Ah-ah," the stoat admonished, and he paused to look down at her. She grinned slyly, keeping her eyes locked on his, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Deacon's mind raced until he grasped what she meant. While the stoat slowly bobbed along his length, flicking her tongue at his slit, he rolled gently Alex not towards the wall, but so he would be facing towards them.

Once Alex was in position on the other side of the bed, the stoat pulled back with one last lick along the underside of his cock, squeaking quietly as a small spurt of precum splattered between her eyes. Deacon was still half in shock, but when the stoat grabbed his hands and pulled them towards her breasts, he started to revive and was soon helping her out of her clothes.

Their faces came together once more, and soon he was on top of her, buried in her waiting cunt. She squealed and moaned in pleasure at each of his thrusts, and she gasped out, "Oh, yes!" when he closed his jaws on her squirming shoulder to better hold her in place while he pounded as deeply as he could.

He grunted and panted into her shoulder, drooling heavily into her fur, feeling his mind going blank as she spasmed and squelched around his thick red cock.

"You like it when your little girl watches?" the stoat crooned, snapping Deacon back to reality, snapping him from his encroaching orgasm. He growled quietly, slowing his thrusts, and pulled his head back.

"Don't say-" he started to snap, but saw that the stoat wasn't looking at him. Her head was twisted to look at Alex's sleeping face - she held Alex's chin in one hand, and was gently rubbing her thumb over his lips. "What are you doing?"

The stoat glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "What's the matter, daddy? Your daughter isn't allowed to join the fun, just watch?"

"No, you... she...," Deacon stammered lamely, and the stoat grinned. She pushed her thumb into Alex's mouth and pulled his jaw open slightly, rubbing her thumb on his tongue as it lolled out. "Don't..."

The stoat writhed her torso beneath him, twisting until her face was right up next to Alex's, and her pussy tugged and rippled along Deacon's still-needy cock. With one last smirk back at Deacon, the stoat put her hand behind Alex's head and pulled him into a kiss, sucking at the unconscious teen's tongue.

Deacon was paralyzed watching the scene before him, but the stoat's hips started to gyrate, and before long he was helplessly thrusting into her again. "Fuck..." he whispered hoarsley, disgust welling up in his mind but too weak to overcome his arousal. He growled, frustrated at himself, but the only outlet his body would allow was to pick up the speed of his hips, and soon he was driving back into her even harder than before. Through it all, he was unable to tear his eyes from the sight of the stoat, the stranger, making out with his unconscious child.

Soon the blinding white-hot pressure was back in his skull, and he could feel his release getting close. He grunted and growled more loudly now, and the stoat under him was squealing around Alex's tongue. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to her breast, and he fondled her chest wildly as he arched over her.

Just as his climax hit, the stoat wrapped her legs around his waist tightly to lock him in place, and while he was surprised by the motion and his orgasm she pulled his hand from her breast over to Alex's ass. He groaned in voiceless dismay, but found himself reflexively clenching his hands as he shook with the unexpected violence of his climax, gripping and pulling at Alex's upper thigh as he sprayed seed deep into the stoat's clenching cunt.

After a few seconds the stoat released his hand, and unwrapped her legs. Deacon shakily straightened, slipping his hand from his child, and realized he was knotted in the stoat. He looked over at Alex, who had been pulled onto his stomach. His skirt had been pushed up, exposing the lacy panties covering his slender rear.

"Best you ever had, huh?" the stoat below him said, and he wordlessly turned to stare down at her. He wanted to deny it, he wanted to cry in shame, but all he could do was stare blankly, and shudder a little when she shifted around his cock. She smirked, and said the words he was afraid to acknowledge were already floating in his mind. "Bet it would have been even better if it was her."

The stoat suddenly arched her back, and Deacon gasped as she wrenched herself and popped free of his still-swollen knot. She looked up at him mischievously while she leaked cum onto the bed. "Bet you'd love to fuck your little girl while she eats your cum out of my cunt."

"No," he managed to whisper.

Her teeth flashed. "She'd love it too. I saw her, face buried in your dirty pants, hand between her legs while she huffed your musk. She wants you, daddy."

Deacon gulped.

"I can help you take her."

Deacon shook his head numbly, and the stoat suddenly had a sympathetic look. "Now, daddy, I don't mean really. I just mean... pretend. Like roleplay. She'll never be involved"

He stared at her, uncomprehending, and her grin returned. "Like this, see?" she said, and suddenly she was flinging the covers up. Deacon shifted out of the way to watch, in a daze. The stoat gently rolled Alex into the middle of the bed, on his stomach. He snorted once, but otherwise didn't stir. Then, she sat straddling his hips, tail to tail, taking a moment to look over her shoulder and bounce and rub her ass on Alex, and although Deacon couldn't see it, smear the cum dripping from her slit into Alex's back. She laid down atop Alex, with her top half contorted to lay to the side, and pulled a blanket towards herself.

"See?" she said again. "You can turn the light off, cover me with the blanket, and fuck me while you pretend it's her. She's pretty thin, we're pretty close to the same size from behind anyway."

Deacon stared for a moment, and silently took the blanket from the stoat and pulled it over her, hiding her from view. It was a bit lumpy under the sheet, but there was his child's head at the top, and the stoat's swaying ass waiting on top of Alex's. He nodded dumbly, although there was no one else to see him. "Okay," he said at last, reaching out and fondling the stoat's ass while he stared at Alex's sleeping face. "But... are you okay with anal? She's... you know, I wouldn't want to get her pregnant, so I'd..."

The stoat laughed, and pulled the blanket down to reveal her face. "Sure, daddy, if that's what you're into you can fuck your daughter's ass instead. Now, go ahead and take her panties off."

Deacon froze. "But... I mean, I don't need to..."

"How are you gonna fuck your little girl's ass if her panties are still on?" the stoat teased, and shifted up to reveal Alex's bottom beneath her. "We're doing this for the experience, aren't we?"

Deacon hesitated, but only for a moment. He reached out shaky hands to his child's hips, pushing the skirt up out of the way, and hooked his fingers into the band of the panties. Then, slowly, he pulled them down, revealing the slim cheeks underneath, the tight pucker just barely exposed right in the middle. "Fuck," Deacon breathed, pulling the panties all the way off and tossing them aside. He started to reach out again, to grab those cheeks and spread them wide, but managed to hold himself back.

"That's the idea, daddy," the stoat said, covering herself with the blanket again. "Now go get some lube, and turn the light off."

Deacon stumbled to the ensuite bathroom. What the fuck am I doing, I don't want to fuck my child, he repeatedly echoed in his mind. But always in reply he could hear the stoat's conciliating words: Of course you don't. Of course you wouldn't. This is just pretend. Just some kinky roleplay. We're just having some fun, right?

He walked back out with the bottle of lube, no less conflicted inside but no less intent on following through. He took a deep breath, and turned out the light.

It seemed pitch black for a moment, but shortly his eyes adjusted - there was enough light in the room to make out vague shapes at least, and he shuffled to the bed. Alex breathed quietly in his sleep, and the stoat was almost silent. Deacon knelt onto the bed, and positioned himself behind the two lying there. He could just make out two pairs of legs laying alongside each other, and a tail slowly swaying in the air.

Deacon slathered the cold lube onto his cock, and only now realized that his cock had never flagged even after cumming in the stoat. He was more desperate for this than he was willing to admit.

He reached out to the tail and gently felt along it, down to its base. Definitely not his child's tail.

"Making sure you get the right hole, daddy?"

Deacon's head swam, and all he said was, "Ready?"

"Just pretend I'm not here," the stoat answered.

He stared at the vague shape of Alex's head at the top of the bed, and as he carefully leaned forward and mounted the stoat in the darkness, he wondered. Just why was Alex wearing that outfit? Why had he been in his bed, with his sweatpants? Surely...

He grit his teeth, but kept his eyes locked on his child as his cock tip found the stoat's hole and began to slip in. She gasped and hissed quietly at the intrusion, but said nothing. Deacon slowly lowered his weight, gradually sinking in, and he groaned quietly when his thighs came to rest against the thighs beneath him. "Oh, god, Alex," he murmured.

Deacon reached a hand out and gently ran it along Alex's cheek. "What am I doing," he moaned, even as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. He leaned farther forward while his hips started thrusting slow and steady, until he was supporting himself on his arms directly over his child, staring directly down at Alex's sleeping face.

"Alex, baby," he whispered, and lowered his head to nuzzle his child's neck. "Did you get dressed up just for me?"

His thrusting grew quicker, and quiet slaps began filling the room along with his grunts and the stoat's stifled gasps. The tightness around his rod was unbelievable, and he had to resist the urge to start humping in earnest. He had to be gentle, it could be Alex's first time. "God... so tight. Is this really what you wanted?" he asked the unconscious teen.

His mouth started to feel empty, and he was desperate to bite down on Alex's neck, but he had to satisfy himself by clenching his teeth and pressing his face into Alex's back. "Fuck, I never realized how much I wanted you," he growled. Almost without realizing he shifted his hand to Alex's muzzle and stuck two fingers into his mouth, felt his tongue reflexively roll against the intruding digits. "My beautiful little girl."

He started to feel that familiar pressure in his knot, and knew it would be inflating soon. The slick warmth on his cock and his child's slight frame under him were pushing him to new heights, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. His body started to shake with the effort of keeping his thrusts gentle. "Oh, Alex. Oh, god, Alex..."

"Ah, wait-" the stoat suddenly said very quietly, almost bashfully. The unexpected voice cut through the hedonistic haze, and for the second time that night Deacon felt an impending climax interrupted. The stoat grunted again, as if in discomfort, as Deacon with great effort stopped his humping.

"What?" Deacon growled into Alex's back, frustrated at being reminded of the stoat's presence and disgusted with himself for how dearly he had clung to the illusion, how disappointed he was to lose it.

"Sorry," the stoat whispered, "but could you use more lube? It's... you know..."

Deacon lifted his head shakily, and pulled his fingers from Alex's mouth. He stared at them blankly for a moment, then looked around the bed. He couldn't see the bottle.

"I, uh... think I accidentally kicked it off earlier," the stoat said after a few moments. And then, "Sorry."

Deacon grunted, and pulled himself free of the stoat. She moaned quietly at the abrupt exit, and quietly panted while Deacon slipped off the bed and scanned the dark floor for the bottle. His wet cock felt cool in the night air, and it jumped in time with his heartbeat, eager to be inside something again. "Fuck," he whispered, unable to find the lube.

"Try under the bed?"

He growled silently to himself, but knelt down and checked beneath the bed. It was too dark to see more than a few inches, so he stuck his arm under and swept it back and forth. There! He quickly pulled the bottle out and stood back up. There was Alex, still peacefully blacked out, and the stoat's rear end still sticking out on top of his child's from under the lumpy blanket - but the spell was broken. He was pent up, angry at the stoat and at himself, but at least he could take out some of his frustration on her.

He climbed back onto the bed, spread a liberal amount of lube on his cock, and then grabbed the base of the stoat's tail and poured out more directly onto her ass - in the darkness, he could just make out her cheeks twitching at the cold liquid. He wasn't about to be interrupted again.

He glanced up at Alex's head, but quickly looked away and closed his eyes, suddenly afraid to indulge in the fantasy again. He grabbed the stoat's hips, lined up his cock, and plunged back in. She moaned sharply over the loud squelching noise, and her tunnel rippled at the sudden intrusion.

Deacon had no intention of being gentle now. The stoat was an infuriating little slut, she could handle a proper fuck, and it would feel good to pound another load into her. She might think she was clever, twisting her cunt off his knot, but her ass was much tighter. He would make sure she was tied properly this time.

He dug his fingers tight into the stoat's hips and began to thrust. He started slow, but only to get his rhythm. Once he was settled and familiar with the position, how deep he could push, how far he could pull back, he arched his back and started fucking in earnest. He threw his hips forward as he pulled the stoat's back to meet him, with a loud wet slap at every meeting. The stoat beneath him gasped quietly in time, and soon with the force of his thrusts she couldn't keep her voice down. She started to moan, and then squealed louder and louder as he continued his relentless pounding.

The stoat's hole convulsed and tightened around him, and he reveled in the raw sexual power that came from splitting her ass with his unyielding cock. He kept his eyes closed, not deigning to acknowledge her presence, indulging in solipsism. She was crying out in pleasure now, but that was inconsequential to him. She had come into his house, violated his relationship with his child, filled his head with poison - but now he would put her in her place.

The pressure in his knot was growing again, and this time nothing would stop him. He growled loudly and started to hunch over, quickening his thrusts. His claws dug further into the stoat's hips, he was sure he would draw blood soon, but her cries of ecstasy only intensified. "I'll show you, slut," he snarled. He could feel his knot growing, bumping against the stoat's tight ring, curtailing his thrusts. With a final loud growl he slammed his hips home, forcing his knot into the stoat's ass. "Fucking... take it..." he forced through gritted teeth. He managed a couple more short thrusts, and then howled aloud as he finally spilled over the edge and flooded the stoat again with his cum.

She shuddered and groaned beneath him, and he was vaguely aware that she had climaxed at some point as well. He kept rolling his hips, coaxing out as much seed as he could, marking the stoat as deeply as he could.

Slowly the fog of lust faded from his mind, and he panted over his bitch. He was shaking, for the second time rocked to his core at the intensity of his orgasm.

"Was it good, daddy?"

Deacon's lip curled in a silent snarl as he watched the stoat pull the blanket down over her head and look back at him, but then he grinned in triumph when he swayed his hips and felt how tightly they were tied.

"It was good for your little girl too," she said casually.

There was movement under the blanket, and Deacon panicked, thinking that Alex had woken up at last, but a quick glance showed he was still fast asleep, his tongue drooling loose from his muzzle. The movement didn't stop however, and Deacon felt himself pulled down lower to the bed by his knot as the stoat squirmed. He watched in horror as she pulled her whole body from beneath the sheets, and sat on the bed, grinning impishly at him.

"What's the matter, daddy, did you think it was me you were pounding so hard?"

Deacon looked at the ass beneath him, the ass he was still deeply knotted to.

"No..." he whispered.

"Oh yes," the stoat crooned, and started to pull the blanket away. Deacon belatedly released his tight grip on Alex's hips and struggled to grab the blanket, to hide the truth from himself, but it was too late. The blanket fell aside and he could see his Alex, his child, lying beneath him, unconscious, knotted, with his father's cum filling his bowels. The stoat had tricked him. How? The realization slowly dawned on him, and he stared at the lube bottle.

"That's right daddy, you fucked me wishing it was her, and then you fucked her wishing it was me - and I think both were the best you've ever had, weren't they? Now, don't look so upset. I told you she enjoyed it, didn't I?"

The stoat slowly rose, and walked towards the light switch on the wall. Deacon wordlessly watched her in the darkness, and flinched as light filled the room again, fully revealing the extent of his transgression. "I was a bit surprised when I first noticed," the stoat was saying. She was turned away from him, and idly trailed a hand down to her rear. She pulled one cheek aside, and Deacon could see a trail of cum, Alex's cum, leaking from her ass. "It's a good thing I was lubed up, because after a few thrusts she managed to slip inside. You didn't just fuck your little girl, you used her to fuck me too."

"What are you doing?" Deacon choked out as he watched the stoat walk back towards the bed.

The stoat didn't answer him directly. She stroked Alex's head tenderly, then leaned down to his ear and whispered, "Did you like that, Alex? Did you like it when your daddy fucked you, when he came inside you? Don't you want to taste his cum, too?"

Alex said nothing, but his tongue did flick a few times as if to lick something, and his jaw twitched.

"Don't-" Deacon tried to say, reaching out to stop the stoat, but moving tugged at his knot deep inside his child, and he froze in place, whining as another trickle of cum leaked into Alex. "Please," he whispered.

The stoat ignored him, crawling onto the bed and turning so her legs straddled Alex's head and her snatch was pressed against his nose. "Come on, Alex. Clean up your daddy's cum."

Deacon could only watch at Alex's tongue began to wiggle again, and the stoat pulled his muzzle right into her cunt. "Ohhh, good girl," she moaned, petting Alex's head.

Alex, though still unconscious, seemed more than willing to comply. Once he had the taste in his mouth, his tongue started moving with more life, and he seemed almost eager to lap out his father's cum. Every few seconds, Deacon watched him swallow his seed and with shame felt his cock twitch inside Alex.

The stoat was quivering and moaning over Alex, obviously enjoying his tongue. "That's right, Alex," she gasped, wrapping her legs around his neck to pull his tongue as deep into her snatch as she could. "Lick it all up while your daddy watches. Ohhh... yes, oh, yes!" she cried, squeezing her thighs tighter and gripping Alex's head in her hands as she squealed and shook through another orgasm.

Deacon wasn't sure how long he had been locked there, tied there, in a state of shock, but he started to rouse upon the stoat's climax. She relaxed her grip on Alex and lounged back, but kept his snout pressed up into her snatch, and he kept lapping lazily at her puffy folds.

"Was it good, sweetie? I bet it would be even better straight from the source." She rolled her head lazily to look at Deacon, with a lopsided grin. "You haven't pulled out yet? Just don't want it to end, huh?"

Deacon's stomach dropped, and he looked down at Alex's ass still stretched around his cock. His knot had indeed deflated, and he realized he had stayed in Alex for far longer than he had needed to. He gingerly pulled his cock out of his child, and a trickle of thick cum oozed out of the gaping, abused hole. Despite everything, he was still hard, and his cock twitched ahead of him.

"Oh dear, daddy, still got one more load in you?"

Deacon tried to say something, anything to deny it, but his breath just hitched and he sat in place.

"Come on," the stoat said gently, leaving Alex to crawl towards him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and gently pulled - he followed as she dragged him to his feet and turned him around, to look down at Alex.

"Go on, Daddy. Get her on her side again."

Deacon was breathing in short gasps as he leaned over, once again rolling his child over while the stoat held his cock, this time positioning him so he was at the edge of the bed. Alex murmured something unintelligible in his stupor and licked his lips, but didn't stir.

The stoat didn't release Deacon's cock - she pulled him along until his cock was in line with Alex's mouth. "Now," she said, a slight quaver of excitement in her voice, "Let your little girl clean you off."

Deacon didn't resist as his cock was pulled towards his child's face. He half-crouched to reach the proper level, leaning his knees on the bed for support, until his cock hovered just in front of Alex's muzzle.

The stoat put her free hand between Alex's ears, and used it to pull his head forward. Deacon moaned low and long as he entered his child's slack mouth, and his hips twitched when he felt Alex's tongue flick along his length.

The stoat was breathing heavily. She knelt down beside them, holding her face as close to their mating as possible so she didn't miss anything, and used her hands to pull the father and child apart, then back together again. "Oh my god," she gasped, almost silent, overwhelmed by the power she held.

Deacon grunted, at first willing to allow the stoat to control his body for him, but soon his hips started to jerk of their own accord.

"That's right, daddy," she said, releasing her grip on his cock to hold Alex's head with both hands. "She's been such a good girl, she deserves a reward."

Deacon was hesitant at first, barley moving, but the warmth of Alex's mouth and his rippling tongue was too much to resist. Soon he was pushing himself into Alex's muzzle with long, slow thrusts.

"Oh god," he groaned, as it finally sank in that he was willingly fucking - raping - his own sleeping child. "Oh god," he said again, and picked up his pace.

The stoat shifted a hand onto Alex's bottom jaw to hold it tighter around his father's cock, and started bobbing his head back and forth. Deacon gasped, and leaned over, placing both hands on the bed behind Alex's back to give him better leverage for his thrusts.

"Oh, Alex. Oh, my baby," he half-sobbed, thrusting faster and faster. This was his child, he was fucking his child's mouth. He was sickened, and he was going to cum straight down his child's throat if he could.

He started to whine as he felt more pressure building up in his loins, an unquenchable heat stirring below his cock. He thrust particularly deep once while the stoat was pushing Alex's head forward, and the teenager's tongue thrashed and his throat spasmed around the tip of his father's cock. Deacon groaned aloud at the sensation, mashing his hips into Alex's face, and the stoat, still watching closely, eagerly bobbed and rolled his head to prolong the moment.

"Go on, daddy, cum in your little girl's mouth."

"I... I..."

"Yes, she wants it so bad, can't you feel how much she wants it?"

Deacon whined again, feeling his knot swell as he reached his limit.

"Yes, yes..." the stoat chanted. "Fuck your daughter. Cum in her. Give it to her. Yes, yes..."

Deacon's breathing grew erratic, his thrusts awkward and short.

"Do it daddy! Stand up, watch her take it!"

Deacon cried out weakly, but he obeyed. He straightened and looked down, once again getting a perfect view of his cock disappearing into Alex's mouth. His thrusts grew shaky, and to make up for it the stoat bobbed Alex's head faster and faster.

"Now!" the stoat commanded, pressing Alex as deeply onto his father's cock as she could, and at the same time Deacon groaned, flooding his child's mouth and throat with seed.

Deacon stood shaking in place while his orgasm subsided, watching as Alex struggled to swallow around his cock. He half-coughed once, and then lay peacefully again, gently suckling and licking at the thick rod in his mouth.

The stoat removed her hands shakily. "Fuck, I think I came just watching that," she said.

Deacon didn't say anything, but after a few seconds he slipped himself out of his child's mouth and slowly sank to his knees, completely drained. His head was on a level with Alex's, and he could see foamy white cum, his cum, slowly drooling from his stupefied lips.

He started to reach out, to make connection, but guilt froze his hand halfway, and he sat like that for a moment before another hand closed on his wrist. "It's okay, daddy," the stoat said, and gently pulled his hand forward to rest it on his child's cheek. "I told you she loved it almost as much as you did. Didn't you, girl?"

Alex grumbled contentedly in his sleep, smacked his lips, then rubbed his head against Deacon's hand.

"Mmmm... Daddy..." he murmured, and faded back into unconsciousness.

The stoat stood up, stretching herself out in a convoluted arc. "I'll let myself out, I can get an Uber or something," she said, picking up her scattered clothes from the floor while Deacon watched his child sleep. "But make sure you call me sometime. You two are a hell of a lot of fun."