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Fox grinned as he pulled out the centerfold. He'd taken it from his dad weeks ago, maybe months at this point, to help him through these times. He snagged up a bottle of lotion from his mom's stash and got to work, stroking his dong as he held the magazine at different angles, trying hard to imagine what it'd be like to fuck a pretty little fox like her.

Fox finished, spraying the table in front of him with semen. He was trying to clean it, the centerfold still out and his dick still semi-hard, when his dad walked in.

"Uh-huh, I see what's going on here!" he bellowed, snatching up the pornography. He shook his head, "You think you're man enough to do shit like this in MY house? Well I'll show you!" he boomed, grabbing Fox by his ear.

"Dad, stop! What are you doing?!" Fox cried as his father flung him on top of his parents' bed. His father tossed him a tube of KY Jelly and told him to stay on the bed. Fox protested, "What are you doing?! What the fuck!" he groaned, laying his head back.

"Pose!" his father yelled. Fox sat up and saw his mother pulling off her dress to reveal red lace panties and a tiny black thong. "He thinks he's a man! Well, if you're a man, cum on your mother! DO IT!" he screamed.

"Dad, what the fuck?!" Fox screamed, trying to get off the bed, "What's wrong with you?!"

"Don't turn this on me!" his father spat back, fighting him back onto the bed and snatching up a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand. He handcuffed his feet together then snagged a rope from the other side of the bed as Fox continued to fight. His father tied the handcuffs to the foot of the bed, keeping Fox on the bed no matter how hard he fought.

He had no choice. Fox's father stood in the doorway as his nervous wife stood in front of the bed. Fox squirted some jelly on his paw and started working his cock. He couldn't get it up until he quit seeing just his mother. He had to focus on the sexy bra, the lacey panties, and the parts being covered.

When he was pretty hard and nearing completion, his father nodded to his wife. Before Fox could fight or protest, she was on top of him, shedding her panties in the pounce. She was on him, swallowing his cock in her wet pussy. He came in an explosion of semen, a look of horror on his face as his mother sighed.

"Sorry, son," she whispered, getting off and moving back into the kitchen, leaving her underwear behind as she pulled on her dress.

"Don't let me EVER catch you doing that EVER again in MY house!" his father screamed, slamming the door behind him before disappearing.

Beaver stared at Fox with crossed arms, "So that's why you can't get it up anymore? Your dad made you fuck your mom after catching you masturbating? I don't believe you. Your dad is one of the nicest guys in town. I think you wanted to fuck your mom and made it all up, or you're into guys," Beaver spat, gathering her things.

"Why would I lie, Beaver? Come on, come back. I swear it's the truth!" Fox pleaded.

"You're a fucking fox," Beaver laughed. "I can't trust you and neither can anyone else. You just have a case of ED or the want-dicks. Your choice, your problem. I'm going somewhere else to get laid."

Fox sighed as Beaver left his hideout in the woods. No one would ever believe him, but Beaver did end up being partially right, just like everyone else. Because of what his dad did, he couldn't look at a woman anymore and get hard. Men were different. They worked him from below the waist or from behind, no visuals needed. He was fucked up, but he was never given a choice not to be, whether anyone believed him or not.