Caught in the Act "Mom?!" cried out a blushing kangaroo as he was caught with his friends. The kangaroo, swan, and dingo were all naked, except for a simple rope around the kangaroo's neck. "Oh honey, I could hear you three all the way in the kitchen, and you know that fan wouldn't support you either," Martha, the blushing boy's pudgy mom, casually mentioned to the giggles of the boy's friends. "If you're going to get into nooses you gotta do it right. I suppose we should have the talk now," mused the motherly kangaroo. "Or perhaps I should just help demonstrate how to do it right." The swan girl giggled, "Oh wow, would you really do that?" She was tugging absently on the incredulous boy's noose and making him squeak and squawk in protest. He wore a bright blush and struggled to cover his lap, with some assistance by a Ariel's fondling feathers. "Of course, you should all know how to hang proudly and correctly and not be breaking our furniture dangling off who knows what. Come on you three, you know we have a good gibbet right in the backyard for this and you shouldn't be ashamed to have mom watching you swing in the breeze." The flyer was already shedding her shirt, revealing her flat chest and plush pouch. Showing off the overflowing pudge peeking from her jeans that struggled to contain her massive hips. Both swan Ariel and dingo Dillan found their eyes watching that big tail as she wiggled it to and fro in her teasing walk. "Come along now, Momma will show you how to put on a real show." With his two friends following his mom out of his room, Brian got out of his bed to awkwardly join them with his erection still jutting free. Gleefully swaying in front of his hips as he watched the bare swan and dingo butt in front of him. Though it was hard to concentrate on that with his mom's big plump rump leading the way, feeling awkwardly aroused at the sight. His erection cared little and was cheerily stiff despite his mind’s protests that it was his mom’s butt he was ogling. The day was a lovely spring morning, the coolness of the air offset by the warmth of the sun. The grass was a vivid green and flowers starting to bloom along the simple path to a set of three stout gallows poles. A few benches set around the trio of wooden poles which were well polished and taken care of. The ground beneath each was given a layer of sand to ensure it was easy to clean up after one's dance ended. A spot for each of the three kangaroos to hang from whenever they wanted to. Martha's wriggling shimmy out of her jeans had the attention of his friends the most though, but even Brian couldn't help but stare as that tail hiked to show the plump curves of mother's intimate folds. "Would you be a dear and get my noose and cuffs, dear?" she asked casually as she scooted a tall stool onto the sand and wriggled it to get it secured in the soft surface. Brian had yet to really break in his noose that he had gotten his last Christmas, though he had seen his dad wear his own rope at least once. They just never got around to a good family dance yet; though he suspected that might change soon given mom's eagerness for this one. He brought out the pink furry cuffs and noose from the small storage shed and tried his best to not stare at the plump crease between the heavy thighs of Martha’s fertile lap. Her standing up on the stool didn't help, putting it right at nose height, and it smelled so alluring to his teenage brain, even if it was his own mom. "I'm glad to see at least part of you is enjoying this idea," the roo momma winked to her flustered son as she gathered up the heavy coil of rope as well. Clasping one pink furred end of cuffs to a wrist before she started to toss her rope up over the bar. "If you or your friends ever wanna hang around literally, you should always do it out here, we won't judge. Just ask to make sure that we weren’t going to use it later." The three teens stepped back to watch as the older kangaroo tossed her rope over the stout bar and support just above her head. Then she slowly pulled the rope back down, bringing the open loop of the noose up to her head's height. She nuzzled into the open loop of fabric with a slow careful pace, adjusting the grip of rope on her long neck as she gave a huge grin. "Oh, I’m gonna have such a surprise for Daniel when he gets back." A quiet whisper caught Brian's folded back ears as Ariel leaned closer. "Oh man, I wish my mom would hang for me, so envious of your luck!" While the dingo to the right of him lazily fondled himself, sitting on the bench to just watch with a ferocious wagging of his tail. Openly stroking off in front of Brian and his mom without a care in the world. Martha stood tall on her long legs, letting her reach the gibbet bar easily. The stout bar was just a few inches from her head as she brought the slack out of her rope to start tying down her noose. Taking her time and humming as she swayed hips subtly side to side, showing off her thick curves to the trio that were watching her work. "You should always make sure you're tying yourself to something that will hold you securely. Nothing worse then having it break under your weight." "I always liked making sure I got this noose really taut too, so my dance will last a little longer. Course, this was easier when I wasn't quite so plump, but I bet there's a certain appeal to a big butt writhing too." The motherly roo winked to her son's blushed embarrassment even as his swan friend gave him a little fondle. Fidgeting with her ropes and testing her bindings in the nude, her plush folds were already glistening with lewd arousal for the three young teens to see. "Ok, now watch close and see how to hang yourself right. Make sure the noose slides smoothly too before you make that hop." Her paws were behind her now and patiently pushing the cuffs closed, each click seeming loud in the silence between the small group. All eyes on the suicidal kangaroo about to hang herself right in front of her son. All four breathing heavier in anticipation of one of those breaths soon being cut off. The middle-aged kangaroo leaning down gently to check and feel how her noose will slide taut around her throat, ensuring the slippery rope will close correctly. "And tell Dillan if he wants to cook my body he had better save leftovers for me. And with that, goodnight son." Her huge feet gave the stool a lazy push over. A faint grunt was her last sound as her weight settled around the loop of rope about her neck. The wood and fabric creaked in protest of her weight, but her legs just relaxed. A peaceful smile was on her muzzle as the middle-aged roo gave those huge hips a curious shaking to feel herself swing so peacefully side to side from her rope's lethal embrace. Ensuring she was well supported by a strong loop of rope and a simple knot clamped shut around her neck. Brian gulped, watching how the rope dug into his mom's soft neck; that knot so simple yet so thick and powerful. Peering down her body to watch the way her long toes clenched and twitched with subtle little jerks at the sharp tugs of pain the rope had to be causing. But she kept smiling even as her tongue started to push out of her mouth. Her rocking turning to a slow dance, a gentle lifting of thighs to rock those hips and show off her pouted cunny. A glob of sweetly musky dew oozed down her thigh as strong legs rippled their helpless strength in the cool morning air. A quiet groan showed that Dillan couldn't hold himself back from the sight. Little yelps and grunts indicated to the other two that he had pawed himself off right in front of them all. Sticky and musky strings of cum splashed all the way to his face as he sighed blissfully and panted in sated teen lust. His eyes wide and fixated on Martha’s broad hips as they rocked and spun slowly on display in front of him, his paw firmly holding his knot to drag out every last twitch of pleasure he could get. Brian's own balls churned tense and urgent above his sheath. So turned on by the sight of his mom's curvy belly wobbling from her struggles. The way her round butt flexed and tail slapped as she started to hop at the air. Her tongue drooled onto her chest as her arms tugged side to side, so helpless, so doomed to her airless fate. He groaned and curled his toes in the grass, especially as his swan girlfriend whispered in his ears, "I wonder if you'd last as long as her when you wear your noose. We should have a comparison after this." His ears folded back in sympathy for his mother's own writhing struggle. Her cheeks half hid the darkness under the fur. Those full lips were now all fat and purple, her tongue turning blue as it peeked from lips all engorged with blood. Her ears folded back as hips jerked with a frantic kick of legs that swung her about the air wildly. A few moments of frantic, needful kicks before relaxing those struggles to lift and spread her legs lewdly. Showing her folds as they twitched subtly. Rivulets of sweet dew oozed forth as she lifted and spread her legs as wide and high as she could. Her tail flexed and flicked, feeling for the ground it could just faintly touch. Drawing lines in the sand with each shuddering twitch of climax. Drawing out a swan's groans and gasps as a feathery hand had snuck between her young lap to rub out her own climax. Leaving Brian sitting awkwardly between his friend’s orgasms and squirming with need. It was just Brian left to cum and seeing his mom's head bob forward and eyes roll back was getting to be too much for him. Her eyes obviously unfocused as her legs relaxed back down to give gentle jumping kicks at the air. Blind little struggling hops as her brain shut down bit by bit from the lack of air, an instinctive clinging to life. Each hop at the breeze had her plump form rippling and clenching, just helpless prey to the noose's lethal embrace. Those soft hopping kicks giving her a look of jumping lazily at the air as her unconscious form swung back and forth by her constricted throat. It was Ariel's fondling of his taut balls and Dillan's casual reaching over to paw him that pushed Brian over the edge. With a yip, the roo teen squirted a long ribbon of cum and painted splashes of seed onto the bright spring grass. Brian watched entranced as his mother shook for a moment. A final flutter of feet curling and jerking, before she just sagged under her noose. A stream of piss flowed down her pouty folds with a languid stream coursing over her thighs. He grunted and bucked wildly at his friend's touches as he felt his own climax shake through him. Watching his own mother expire in a rope and knowing his two friends wanted to see him join her in just a moment. The thought of his own feet shaking their own final clenches as his life left him made his loins ache and heart pound dizzying fast. The roo boy shuddered and gasped for breaths, shivering as his climax faded. He looked over his mother and blushed fiercely as she soiled herself to the sand in her death. A giggle from the dirty minded dingo as he peeked over at the roo’s fatal mess on the sand, "oh my, maybe we should get you a diaper for your dance if you're gonna be as messy as your mom." "Maybe he'll make an even bigger mess... but of course, only one way to find out." The swan girl tugged on Brian’s noose and motioned him towards the second gallows bar alongside of his mother's. "And I say we find out," she whispered to Brian with a devious grin. "Only if you save my leftovers too, I know Dillan's been wanting a taste of my ass for a while." The roo winked, trying to see if he could be as proud and brave as his mom’s alluring dance. The tremble in his knees hinted his first try would not be as calm as hers, but he doubted his friends would care.