Sweet Memories

Vignette felt himself trapped under something, the young man stirring for a few moments before finally waking up, noticing that his mother had turned over halfway on top of him in her sleep, her arm wrapped tight around his belly. Smiling, he carefully nudged around both his mom's as well as his dad's hands slightly, giving himself a bit more space to move, all three of the striped hyenas crammed together like sardines in a can right in the middle of the spacious bed, leaving the sides totally empty. The boy lifted his head slightly to peer out of the bedroom window, his mind still foggy and spinning around both from the sudden waking up as well as from the very unexpected events that had happened in the last few days, unsure of whether he had slept for just an hour or ten hours. Through the curtains that had been partially drawn over the window, Vignette could see a few faint rays of orange sunlight, guessing it to be just around sunrise as he planted his head back on the pillow he was sharing with his dad. He was panting slightly, droplets of sweat running down his forehead and neck, his entire back slightly damp and clinging to the bedsheets as he shifted around, the combination of the summer heat, the blanket pulled halfway on top of him, and the very tight and loving embrace that both of his parents were giving him, made his sleep a particularly sweaty one. Vignette looked over at James, the older male still sleeping soundly, his chest puffing up as he snored gently. The boy slowly peeked under the covers, seeing his dad's morning wood bulging under a pair of boxers, James having woken up sometime during the night to put on some underwear. Vignette smirked at his father's dislike of sleeping in the nude, glancing over at his mom to see that she certainly didn't share in that opinion, her tits pressed right against his side and her mound just barely visible between her thighs. He grinned and sighed peacefully, resting his head back and closing his eyes, intending to get just a bit more sleep before properly getting up and facing the day ahead. 

After a few minutes of resting and trying very hard to let his sleepiness overtake him, Vignette groaned quietly and cracked one of his eyes open, peering down towards his crotch to stare at the hard lump pressing against the blanket and making it tent up. Even though he was more than a little bit tired still, he found it very difficult to get back into his dreams after peeking and ogling at his parents, his morning wood demanding his attention too loudly for him to fall asleep. Realising that he wouldn't get to have any shut eye before he made his lower half relax, he slipped one of his hands down under the blanket and snaked it to his nethers, finding his stiff rod throbbing gently as he ran his fingertips over the knot, his digits wrapping around the shaft as he huffed quietly. Slowly, he began jerking himself off, trying not to shake the bed or make too much noise while enjoying himself, not wanting to wake up his mom or dad. The young man chuckled to himself, thinking back to how long ago it was when he last had to keep his masturbation sessions quiet and stealthy so as not to alert his parents, his skills in the art finally getting plenty of use on this trip. He closed his eyes and focused on the fingers sliding up and down his pole, thinking back to last night to really get his creative juices flowing. Panting and huffing, Vignette suddenly got a whiff of something very potent, the boy opening his eyes and realising that Marin's arm had shifted slightly upwards as she moved around in her sleep, her armpit only a few inches away from his face. Eager to take full use of the opportunity, he carefully bent his head down while simultaneously moving her arm further upwards until his muzzle was fully stuffed deep in her armpit, his nose buried in her wet fur, the overwhelming smell of her sweat making him shudder as he sniffed and milked his cock, his strokes getting faster and more frantic as he moaned. 

As Vignette huffed his mother's musk and jerked himself off, his mind drifted back years and years ago to when he first realised his infatuation with both his mother as well as the unique smells he enjoyed. He had recently turned 12 years old, his puberty kicking in at full force, leaving the boy to deal with the occasional awkward boner and the stealthy visits to the toilet or to his room whenever some celebrity he had a crush on appeared on TV. His tastes in lewd material were still rather vanilla, his discovery of the wonders of the internet being very recent, which left his kinks quite unexplored. As the family often liked to do, Vignette and his parents got together at the start of the weekend to spend the evening together, renting a movie to watch while enjoying snacks and relaxing, a tradition which the cub had always loved. James knelt in front of the TV and slotted the VHS into the player while Vignette and Marin were already sitting on the sofa, the cub nestled under his mother's arm, his head resting on her chest as he smiled comfortably and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the tub next to the pair, her hand snaking to slyly grab a few of the snacks, 
"Better keep your eyes on that bowl, otherwise me and your dad are gonna nibble them all up before you even have a chance to get a taste~" 
He laughed and playfully pulled the popcorn bowl away from her, the mom giggling and ruffling his hair. Even though he was already in his early teens, the boy was still a bit of a momma's boy, having no issues with cuddling Marin for hours on end, at least as long as none of his friends were around of course. The dad joined the pair on the sofa, lounging back with a grunt as he tapped on the remote, 
"Alright, this one ought to be good, at least Tony from work really recommended this one."
Marin laughed, 
"We'll see. Based on the last movie that he recommended, I don't think I'd really trust Tony's taste in cinema."
All three of the striped hyenas settled in for another night of leisure and relaxation, the lights in the room turned off, only the glow of the TV to illuminate the trio. 

Much to Vignette's dismay, his mom's predictions about the quality of the movie they were watching ended up hitting the nail directly on the head, his interest in it quickly waning as the minutes dragged on, boredom quickly setting in. Helped along only by the snacks and the fizzy drinks he was enjoying, the boy just barely kept his head up and his eyes open, catching himself nodding off a few times as he moaned in a daze, shoving another handful of popcorn into his maw in the hopes of staying awake for just a little bit longer. At about the halfway point of the movie, his sleepiness began decisively winning the battle raging in his brain, his less than optimal amount of rest the night before coming back to bite him on the flank as he yawned, his head gently being rocked back and forth by the slow movements of his mother's chest as he leaned against her, Marin's soft and warm fur acting as the perfect pillow to lull him off to sleep, her hand constantly petting him on the cheek and shoulder also not helping in the least. With his snacks and drinks quickly running out, the cub had no distractions to keep him alert anymore, his will to stay up rapidly running out as he stared blankly at the TV. Finally, after a long and arduous war with himself, his eyes closed and his head went limp, his whiskers occasionally twitching as he slipped off into his dreams, still being embraced by his mother. Marin noticed the sudden weight against her breasts, glancing down to see her son's peaceful face, his nose pressed against her neck. She tapped her husband on the shoulder, whispering to him, careful so as not to disturb Vignette, 
"Aww, look at him~" 
James smiled and gingerly scratched the boy's ear, yawning, 
"I think I'm about to share the same fate unless I get my ass to bed. I'm never gonna let Tony recommend me another movie, I know that much."
"You go on ahead, I'm… kinda interested in seeing how this film ends. Besides, I can't wake Vignette up, not with that cute little face~" 
"Alright, I'll see you soon~"
James sat up from the couch, kissing his wife on the muzzle before wandering off upstairs, leaving the other two hyenas alone. 

Vignette's ears flicked and one of his legs flinched as he yawned, slowly waking up from his little nap as he rubbed his eyes, confused and disorientated for a few moments. He looked around the mostly dark living room, realising that he was still cuddled up to his mom, a dark spot of his saliva on her tanktop as he pulled his muzzle away from her. Marin's eyes were closed tight, her head flopped back against the backrest of the sofa, one hand hooked around her son while the other was resting on top of the TV remote, late night infomercials playing on the screen at a low volume. The cub assumed that she had stayed downstairs with him, switching the movie off at some point before she had also nodded off. He looked around, seeing no sign of his dad as he yawned once more, about to slip out from underneath his mother's arm and clamber upstairs to resume his sleep in his own bed when suddenly something hit his nostrils, a very strong and piercing smell. He quickly located the source of the odour, his muzzle being right next to her armpit, the close cuddling seemingly having had an effect on her, sweat running all the way down her side and soaking into both her fur and shirt. He immediately pulled his head out from under her arm, sticking his tongue out in disgust, shaking his head and giggling to himself. He and his friends always joked about the constant stench of sweat that permeated the school's locker rooms, he certainly didn't need more of that back home as well. Even at nearly an arm's length away, he could still smell his mom's musk, the scent clinging to his nose as he sniffled and huffed, trying to get some fresh air. To his surprise, after a few inhales of her perspiration, he didn't actually find it all that offensive, at least not nearly as much as he would've thought. He sat still for a moment, an odd look on his face as he stared at the sleeping hyena, carefully scooting back close to her after a few moments and lifting her arm up, a look of apprehension mixed with excitement on him. 

Whether it was because of his near delirious state of sleepiness, or whether his mind truly was twisted enough to conjure up this sort of a thing, Vignette couldn't really say, but for some reason he found himself oddly drawn to his mom's scent. The smell awoke something deep in his gut, as well as in his pants, the quick sniff leaving him wanting for more. He gently picked her arm up and looked at her dripping wet armpit, the smell already hitting his nostrils, his mouth salivating with anticipation. What would he say if she suddenly woke up right in the middle of his exploration, what could he even say!? A part of him wanted to just run off and hide in his room, to hope that maybe a quick masturbation session might cleanse his mind of any further odd thoughts of his own mother and her musk. The boy carefully inspected Marin's face as he poked her on her side, tickling her belly and patting her legs, getting absolutely no reaction from her no matter what he did, her relaxed breaths remaining constant. Gathering up his courage, he decided to throw all caution to the wind and just do whatever his body was telling him to do, the potential rewards of pleasure outweighing the risks. He stuck his muzzle underneath her arm, nuzzling his nose deep into her armpit before breathing in, his lungs feeling like they were about to explode before he finally breathed out with a shaky moan. Vignette felt his shorts getting extremely tight, to the point of discomfort, his knot sliding out from his sheath as he felt the wet fur brush up against his nose, his senses bombarded by Marin's feminine musk. He hooked one of his thumbs on the band of his pants, pulling it down just to get some relief from the tightness, his underwear coming down along with the shorts, letting his cock flop out against her thighs as he continued huffing and sniffing. Almost out of instinct, he opened his muzzle by just a tiny bit, letting his tongue slip out and push against his mother's armpit, dragging the tip up against her soaked fur. 

Inching even closer to his mom, Vignette carefully reached his free hand onto her belly, tugging her shirt up just enough to expose her slightly chubby waist, his fingers running through the fur and groping her as he continued enjoying her aroma. His cock was as hard as a diamond even without him laying a single finger on it, his knot at full size and his tip constantly dripping with precum. The boy sniffed her armpit for over ten minutes straight, his eyes closed in bliss as he rubbed his muzzle against her damp fur, making sure that as much of her musk would grab onto his fur as possible, his tail going crazy. Suddenly, he curled up before freezing in place, a muffled mix of a squeaky moan and a whine slipping out from his mouth against her armpit as his knot pulsed, his mind blanking out as a rope of cum erupted from his tip and splattered onto the sofa. His hips thrust against the air as his hands free orgasm continued, his seed staining the upholstery as well as his mother's pants, a few stray shots reaching her thighs as he groaned. After the last dribble of cum slid down his shaft, Vignette collapsed into a head against Marin's side, panting and shaking, his clouded brain finally starting to think straight once more. He pulled himself up onto his unsteady feet, staggering back to look at the mess he had made, a horrified look on his face. Scared of getting caught by either one of his parents, he quickly pulled his underwear and his shorts back up before scampering off upstairs in a fit of panic, quietly sneaking into his room and closing the door, sitting down on his bed. He tried to calm his breath, laying down to find his pants still a bit too tight, his erection not satisfied with just one orgasm. He brought his left hand up to his nose, taking a deep sniff, some of his mother's sweat still clinging onto his fingers. He closed his eyes and continued huffing, reaching his other hand into his shorts. 

As the cub tried to calm himself down upstairs in his room, Marin just barely cracked one of her eyes open upstairs, peering around the living room before lifting her head up. She had been awake for most of Vignette's shenanigans, quickly stirring from her sleep after he had stuffed his muzzle under her arm. She had realised what was going on, seeing his son's dick hanging out as his nose tickled her armpit, his panting and sniffing burning in her ear as she lied completely still, unsure of how exactly she should have proceeded. If she had confronted the boy right then and there, the situation would have been extremely awkward, not something she particularly wanted to go through. So Marin had decided to simply let him have his fun, and to talk about the whole situation at a later date, hoping that some time might make the talk easier. She did however still feel very guilty, having accidentally invaded a very private moment of her son's budding sexuality, even if that private moment did also involve her. She looked down at her lap, seeing the fresh strands of cum coating her jeans and the sofa, unable to stop her cheeks from blushing and a slight smirk from growing on her muzzle, whispering to herself, 
"Jesus Vignette, you really are a kinky little boy~! I guess you take after your father in more than just your eyes."
Marin stood up and pulled down her pants, folding them up before setting them down on the coffee table, not wanting to arouse any questions if her husband happened to wake up and see her in the stained jeans before she had the chance to get upstairs and throw the pair into the laundry. She noticed the small patch of wetness on the front of her panties, her blush deepening further as she quickly looked away. She certainly didn't want to admit it to herself, but a young male sniffing, licking, and groping her did definitely have at least a small effect on her, even if that young male just so happened to be her own son. She tried to push the thoughts out of her head as she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a rag and some cleaner to finish up cleaning the mess he had made. 

Marin returned to the living room, cleaning supplies in hand as she looked down at the streaks of sperm still on the sofa, her eyes flicking to the stairs, her ears perked up but not picking up any sounds of either her husband or her son. The thought of being all alone, with no one around to witness whatever she might do, made her mind wander into territories she wasn't comfortable with once more, the images of Vignette sniffing at her armpit with his shaft resting against her thigh flashing into her head, her thighs pressing together gently as she felt her panties getting more and more wet. She chuckled and set down the rag from her hands, shaking her head as she mumbled, 
"Must be going into heat, I'm not usually this horny otherwise… that has to be it…" 
She took a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments before exhaling, her mind still flooded with lusty thoughts of the boy, 
"Well… maybe I could just… I mean, no one's around I guess…" 
With slight hesitation, she knelt down in front of the sofa, spreading her legs open and pushing a hand down into her underwear, two digits finding her clit as she moaned and brought her muzzle down against the seat. She could smell her own sweat intermingling with her kid's young but masculine musk, her ears folding back as she opened her maw and brushed her tongue across the sofa, gathering up a glob of Vignette's cum before swallowing it up, the familiar salty taste bringing a smirk to her face. Marin continued with her less than conventional cleaning methods, licking up her boy's load as she masturbated, two fingers sliding inside of her slit while her palm massaged her clitoris. Her thighs quickly slammed together, her pussy clenching around her digits as she buried her maw against the cushion to silence her yelp, her legs and the ground under her soaked in her juices as she came, her hair dishevelled. The striped hyena rested her head on the sofa for a few seconds before pushing herself off, standing up and quickly wiping up the mixture of saliva and seed with her hand, clearing her throat and glancing off to her side just to be certain that no peeping toms happened to be watching her moment of weakness. She grabbed her pants and climbed upstairs, throwing the pair as well as her panties straight into the laundry bin, deciding that maybe that night could just stay as a secret between her and her son, no further discussion about it being necessary. 

Stuffed between his mom and his dad in bed, Vignette held his breath to stop himself from moaning too loudly as he jerked himself off, his sensitive nostrils picking up every faint scent from the two of them as he felt himself inching closer and closer to the finish, his careful and slow strokes getting more and more hectic as he replayed the memory of the very special night over and over again. Just as he was on the verge of blowing his load, his eyes closed with his mind deep in thought, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing onto his arm, jumping and yelping quietly. He opened his eyes to see both of his parents smirking at him, his mom rubbing his arm, 
"Oh… sorry, I… I didn't mean to wake you up, I was ju-" 
His explanation was cut off as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, giggling as he blushed slightly, James lifting up the covers to peek at his erection, 
"Yeah, I think we could've guessed what you were up to."
Marin pressed up against his side, sighing gently as she grinned and slipped her muzzle under his chin, cooing as she groped and pet his chest, 
"Well, what are you waiting for? Don't let us stop you, it sounded like you were getting close~" 
His dad cuddled up to him as well, gently feeling him up as he smiled slightly awkwardly, still holding onto his stiff cock, James chuckling, 
"What, you've been with both your mom and me, and suddenly you're now having difficulty performing?" 
"It's just that you're… you know… kinda putting me on the spot here…" 
Marin giggled and slowly dragged her tongue from his neck all the way up to the side of his head, whispering into his ear, 
"In that case, maybe you should get some help~? Maybe your daddy could give you a hand, or a muzzle~?" 
The older male's eyes widened slightly as suddenly both his son and his wife turned their heads towards him, staring at him with a gaze that made him more than slightly nervous, feeling that he was about to once again be dragged into something kinky and be used as the duo's toy. 

Before James could say a word, his boy had already leapt at him, pouncing on top of him and knocking him down on the bed on his back, lightly pinning his hands against the mattress. Vignette's dick hung down between his legs, the tip dragging along his dad's belly and crotch as he shifted around, the bulge in the man's underwear only growing more and more, the obvious outline of a canine cock poking through the black fabric. The young man grinned, quickly spinning around, his head pointing towards his dad's feet, his tail playfully flopping on top of James' face. He leaned his head down, sticking his muzzle right against the pair of boxers, rubbing his nose in the underwear as he inhaled, the smell of fresh sweat rushing into his lungs as a strand of precum landed on the belly of the man below him. He had always found it interesting just how subtle yet very obvious the differences were in the scents of males and females, his nostrils able to pick out the details in just one quick sniff, though he did also have a good handful of years of honing his nose on the subject. He didn't have a favourite between the two however, loving musk whether it originated from a lady or a guy. Stirred back to the present by his father's shaft throbbing and poking him on the muzzle, Vignette grinned and opened up his maw, showing off his sharp fangs as he bit down on the boxers, careful to only nibble at the fabric and not to bite off more than that. With the pair in his maw, he tugged the underwear down hands free, the length popping up and gently hitting him on the chin almost as soon as it was free. James whispered out a moan as he felt his son's tongue slide along his shaft, his eyes almost closed when he suddenly noticed the boy's tail flagging up high, a pink bud staring him right in the face for a split second before it suddenly descended down on top of his muzzle, his vision blacked out by a soft and fuzzy ass. He opened his mouth as best as he could to object to his face being used as his kid's seat, the muffled groans and grunts only causing Vignette to huff and grind down against him even harder, his tongue slathering all over the younger male's tailhole. 

James' nose was assaulted by the scent of Vignette's sweaty ass, the boy's asscrack completely drenched in perspiration after a night of being wrapped tight under a blanket and two chunky hyenas in the summer heat. Scent play still being very new to him, especially with the situation being sprung on him with very little time to prepare, the man found the sudden wave of overwhelming musk a bit too much for him, trying to wrench his head out from under his son. His best efforts had no effect however, Vignette's thick flank pushing down on his face no matter how much he tried, the backside rocking back and forth as the boy moaned and sat upright, wiggling from side to side to make sure that his muzzle was stuffed nice and deep between the two plump buns. After a few reluctant sniffs however, James' dislike of the scent quickly began to waver, his struggling and grunting slowing down until he was completely still under his son, breathing in the manly smells with pleasure, his rod pointing straight up. Instead of trying to escape his fate, he accepted it rather enthusiastically, putting his tongue to work on the young man's ass. While her husband was hard at work rimming their child, Marin decided to get in on the fun, rolling on top of James, sliding her hips to align with his, her slit grinding against his knot as she gently kissed the boy's tip, her hand cupping and carefully rolling his balls around. Vignette looked down at her with a smile, reaching down to grab onto her muzzle, holding it open with one hand as he slid a few fingers inside of it, shivering as she rolled her tongue around the digits, suckling on them as he shoved them deeper and deeper. Unable to hold back, she pushed James' dick inside of her pussy, thrusting down against him to get him as deep inside as she could. Her son pulled his fingers out from her maw, the digits dripping with saliva, his hands shaking slightly as he replaced the fingers with his length, Marin eagerly swallowing up over half of his shaft. 

Simultaneously having his ass being eaten out while his mom was going down on his cock after a prolonged session of jerking off, Vignette was having difficulty trying to hold back his orgasm after only a handful of minutes, his whole body arched as he leaned backwards, thrusting his rod into Marin's maw and pulling back to bury his dad's tongue deeper into his asshole, every second causing another peak of pleasure, giving him no respite from the constant stimulation. The bedsheet bunched up as he grabbed onto it with both hands, his muscles straining and stiffening as if his body was trying to tear itself into two as he groaned and trembled, his knot pressed against his mother's soft and velvety lips as the first shot of cum landed onto her tongue, the second jet of seed spraying directly down her throat. She pushed her muzzle deeper down, carefully locking her lips up against the boy's knot to make sure she could get as much of his load inside of her as possible, a few drops of the cum spilling out and landing on her husband's cheek despite her best efforts. At the same time, she pushed her hips down with force, grinding her slit on James until she felt his knot tying her pussy, his muffled cries increasing in volume as she was filled up from both ends. She pulled off of her son, her muzzle stained with cum as she sat up, kneeling with a knot buried in her cunt, speaking with an insatiable grin as she reached down to rub her clit with a thumb, her eyes on Vignette, 
"C'mere and clean up the mess that your daddy made~!" 
Not needing to be commanded twice, he laid down on top of James, his taint still stuffed against his father's face as he brought his maw between Marin's thighs, licking at her pussy lips, a few small pearls of cum leaking out from her tied entrance. She placed a hand on top of his head to keep her son in place before slowly starting to pull the red rocket out from her, his tongue constantly swabbing her mound as the knot began sliding out, finally yanking free, a wave of sperm washing out along with it. Vignette collected as much of the cum as he could, felching his mom's pussy as she huffed and humped her nethers against his face, her legs clamping around his face as she shivered and moaned, spraying her nectar all over his muzzle. 

Marin groaned and flopped backwards onto the bed as her son's tongue continued bathing her sensitive pussy lips, her body writhing around as if bolts of electricity were running from her toes all the way up to her ears, the cunnilingus continuing until she finally let go of him and gently pushed his muzzle away from her cunt, lying still with her eyes closed as she gasped for air, the two males taking the opportunity to likewise catch their breaths. After a few minutes of resting, she sat back up and glanced towards her boys, the pair lying side by side, both of them still having plenty of vigour left in them based on their erections. Marin smirked and crawled up to the duo, setting down at their feet, taking a cock into each of her hands. Stroking slowly, she felt the shafts getting harder and harder, one slippery with her spit and the other slick with her juices, both quickly as hard as steel after a few seconds of her handiwork. She inched closer to their crotches, gently nudging the two tighter together until they were squeezed against each other. Marin pressed the pair's tips together, giggling as she slowly rubbed them against each other, grabbing both of the shafts with one hand and jerking them off, their knots colliding and massaging one another. She slipped the lengths between her tits, using her hands to push her breasts together and to move them up and down, watching the males with a sly glint in her eyes. James hooked a hand around his son as he moaned, mesmerised by the slow movements of his wife, his breaths getting caught in his throat. The feeling of her silky fur and soft tits gliding along his shaft in combination with his rod grinding against Vignette's was a feeling that he had never thought of before, but one that he instantly fell in love with, a string of drool running down the side of his mouth as he gasped. Noticing the hurried breaths of both of the men, Marin leaned her head down and opened her maw wide, poking her tongue out in anticipation of the fireworks. Only a few seconds later, her husband grunted and a glob of cum impacted against her upper lip, splashing down on her waiting tongue, her son letting loose a breath afterwards. Continuing her slow strokes, she let the shower of sperm coat her tongue and face, her legs open as she humped her nethers against the bed. 

Letting go of her tits and getting back up, Marin swallowed the mouthful of cum she had in her maw, moaning devilishly before wiping up her white stained muzzle with her fingers, dipping the digits into her mouth and sucking them clean as she eyed the two males lying in front of her. She straightened up her back, sensually sliding both of her hands down her front, following her curves before finally stopping at her crotch, two thumbs gently parting her pussy lips as she grinned, 
"You two have gotten off, so now is my turn, and I think it's only fair that you give me a little show to help me along~" 
The men glanced at each other, Vignette chuckling and about to say something until he was cut off by his father's sudden strike, James' lips engulfing his own, the dad wrapping a hand around the back of his kid's head to pull the young hyena against him. The boy could only moan in surprise, his eyes wide for a few brief moments before he closed them, letting his body relax and the moment wash over him as he felt his dad's tongue invading his maw, probing and exploring him. He hadn't expected James to take charge and lead the situation, the man having mostly been submissive during last night, happily letting him and his mom lead. Vignette certainly wasn't complaining however, the change in pace being a refreshing reversal, his hands soon grabbing onto his father's body, groping and feeling as the two kissed passionately. Marin watched with joy as the pair moaned into each other's maws, getting up on the bed and standing over them as she fingered herself, the few globs of cum that her son hadn't yet eaten out from her pussy dripping down. She kept her eyes on the frenching couple as she masturbated, puffing and panting, three fingers shoved inside of her mound, her knees locking up as she howled and orgasmed, her sap squirting all over the two males, soaking them both in her scent. 

Vignette rolled on top of his dad, their lips still pressed together as his shaft was squeezed between the pair's bellies, James reaching down to grab his length and guide it downwards, the boy letting his parent lead the way, curious about what exactly the man had in mind. He felt the fingers wrapping around his rod, his tip poking against something soft, sliding inside of a tight passage, the two males both moaning. Vignette broke the kiss between the two to take a peek down at his nethers, grinning as he watched his cock being inserted into his father's sheath, the furry sleeve bulging up slightly from his girth. He gently pushed more of his dick inside, managing to get almost a third of his length in before bottoming out, grabbing onto the sheath and massaging it as he thrust in and out of it, the men resuming their kiss. James wrapped his feet around his son's waist, grabbing onto the boy's shoulders before throwing Vignette off to the side, rolling on top to reverse their positions, a muted yelp coming from under him. He pushed himself up, leaving his son huffing and panting, Vignette's lips stained with his saliva as he grinned and pulled the younger hyena's cock out from his sheath, shifting around until the tip was pointing up at his tailhole, his hands grasping at his own ass cheeks to pull the mounds apart. Giving the boy no time to rest or prepare, he slid his flank all the way down to the knot, clenching his teeth as he smirked, the two both grunting. James began riding on the red rocket, pushing his body as hard as he could go, discarding all doubts and shyness about his inexperience with being on the receiving end of anal, the bed squeaking with every thrust as he polished his son's pole. 

Vignette fervently bucked his hips upwards, burying his dick into his dad's tailhole as he gasped and held on for dear life, his knot kissing James' tight donut with every push. Even though he had his shaft lodged deep in his father, he wasn't the one in control, and he was loving every second of it, his lips quivering as he moaned. Marin sat down next to her son, gently petting him on the head as she watched her husband working hard on milking him dry, his strained groans growing in volume as his knot plunged into the tailhole. James felt the boy cumming in his ass, hot jets of sperm filling him up as he clenched hard, rolling his hips back and forth to tug at the tied knot in him. After a few moments of grunting and moaning, he felt the spray of cum slowly dying down, a thoroughly satisfied look on Vignette's face as he pulled the knot out from his backside, a few drops of the seed managing to leak out before he clenched his tailhole back closed. Marin giggled and slipped one of her hands under her husband, her fingers trailing along his soaked taint and stained fur before finding his pucker, one digit teasingly circling the rim of it before she submerged two of the fingers inside. He moaned as the fingers sunk in him, his stretched out hole easily allowing another additional finger inside, his son's cum leaking out in big globs as she pushed deeper and deeper. She moved behind him, laying down before pulling her digits out, eager to quickly replace them with her muzzle. Marin pulled his ass cheeks apart before sticking her nose into the valley, shuddering with pleasure as she inhaled the mixture of lustful manly musk and heavy sweat, her tongue persuaded out from her maw by the delicious smells. She stuck it inside of her husband's tailhole, both hyenas moaning as she lapped at the creamy filling their son had given him, eating out his ass while he jerked himself off, his asshole grabbing tightly onto her tongue as he yelled and came, shooting his load all over the boy still under him. 

Vignette closed his eyes as strands of cum arced through the air and right towards his face, his chest and muzzle streaked with his dad's love as Marin lifted her head back up, chuckling at the sight of him. Completely out of breath and with his lack of sleep starting to catch up on him, James flopped down next to his kid, panting as he nestled his head next to Vignette's, his wife joining in on the cuddle pile a few seconds later. She dragged a finger across the boy's muzzle, wiping up a wad of his father's cum from his face before licking it up as she grinned, 
"I can always count on you two for some wonderful morning entertainment~" 
Smiling with his eyes closed, James hugged the other two, a powerful yawn leaving his muzzle as he peered at the rising sun through one of the windows, 
"I vote that we stay in bed for at least a few more hours. I haven't had a morning exercise like that in a good while, definitely more draining than a little walk through the park."
The striped hyenas all giggled in unison, both James and Marin nuzzling up to Vignette, his hands wrapped around the two as he sighed and closed his eyes, the whole room reeking of a locker room in dire need of some fresh air.