FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

~By Lily Valentine

"Hi there! You're... Ms.Mottfer, Cinder's mother?" The principal says, like he'd been had.

"Yes sir, that's me." I respond in kind with the same chuckle I make when people ask me that. I mean, I'm not the most generally attractive chick, I'm awfully chubby and short. But I'm sure I know what he's talking about.

"Okay, I was just unsure. You know, the whole..." He says, cheeks probably red under his onyx fur. Yep, I thought so.

"Yep, my little tyke has more of my dad in him than me." I say as I ruffle my son's hair. I find some grit in his hair, so I pick it out, he might have been fighting. But Principal Meander was likely talking about the elephant in the room, my son is a fox and I'm... a cow.

My gaze settles from my son to the principal, and I ask, "What did he do sir? He's never acted out or anythin' at home." In fact, he's only ever been sweet to me.

"Well Mrs.Mottfer--" He starts.

"Ms.Mottfer." I interrupt. Lavish left when Cinder was born. I've always felt bad that he couldn't have a traditional father figure in his life. Though whatever that was lacking, he hasn't shown any worse for wear till now. Well, maybe he's a little shorter and scrawnier than I'd intended for a 18 year old.

"Oh, yes, sorry. Ms.Mottfer. He was caught roughly handling a girl last week. We let him off with a warning that time because that was the first strike on his record, but it's really concerning, ma'am." He sighs, and adjusts a file, "And this time, Cinder assaulted a classmate, and was trying to drag away a different girl than from the previous incident."

"What, is the other kid okay?!" I say, and hug my son, "What came over ya Cindy?"

"Yes ma'am, the kid is fine--he came out with just a bruise on his side." Mr.Meander says and leans back in his chair while I slowly let Cinder stand up.

"Well?" I croon as I pick out more grit from his hair.

"She didn't have anyone. So I chose her," he finally says, "I took her, because no one should be alone."

I squeeze him, and shake my head slowly. "That's not your job, son. Especially if you're being so rough. She wouldn't want you if you're being that rude. Instead--"

"Ms.Mottfer, I'd like to remind you that he did assault another classmate and had a similar scene earlier in the week." The principal steers us back on topic.

"Oh, yes sir. Back to scoldin' mode. Why'd you do that then Cindy?" That got a giggle from Cindy, but he still looks uncomfortable with the principal around.

"There was a rumor that he was gunna leave her, I didn't want that to happen to her...So I stepped in. Turns out it was a lie..." He sighs and initiates the hug this time, so I return it to comfort him.

"And there we go." The principal says.

"So what's Cindy's punishment Principal Meander?" I say.

"He was on thin ice for the earlier engagement, and he's fallen through that. I'm sorry to say but he's suspended for three days. I hope you learn your lesson young man. Violence is not permitted, and you can't treat women like that." P. Meander says, putting the final note down.

"I'll make sure he gets the message and a straightening out." I yank Cindy around and walk out with him in my arm. "Come on." He pushes away from me when we get out of the door, away from the principal, and around his classmates. Oh, he's embarrassed by his mother now? He's always been such a momma's boy though. "Come now, ya've gotta hold my hand."

"What? No way. That's embarrassing momma!" He takes steps away but I take his hand in mine before he gets far.

"It's part of the punishment little mister, not like you really mind I'm sure. I choose you now." I swing our hands and put a little pep in my step. I'm shorter than the average cow, so I could easily pass as his college girlfriend. No one would think that he's my son

"Come on momma, this is silly." He says, but he knows it's no use and actually looks happy the walk home.

At home he gives me another hug, and rests his head along my collarbone. "Why'd you do that?" His voice rumbles across my chest.

"'Cause I need to teach ya' how to behave and treat women. Yer father, or lack thereof, has been a bad influence on'ya." He just rolls his eyes. "Don't ya' give me that." I bite his ears to be playful and he grumbles more, "We'll have fun, some mother and son bonding."

"I guess it wouldn't be too lame," he giggles.

"Beats me giving you tons of chores and grounding you for a week." I quip.

"Okay momma, okay. What are we gunna do then?" He looks at me with those red cheeks and half smile.

"Well, Cindy. I guess we'll start from the beginning, and then Sunday we'll go on a mock date. If you pass, I'll let you go back to school Monday. If not, we'll do it all over again until you pass my class!" I clap my hands, then tug him along to my room.

We talk for a few hours that day, then the following days until Sunday. I thought we were close, but after spending this time together I feel like I had been trying to be his friend instead of his mother. We had never even gone over the birds and the bees! That'll have to change on our date, I'll make him the perfect man fit for any gal.

"Ready to go, Cindy?" It's sunday. He's all spiffed up in dress clothes I've never seen him actually wear, I'm so excited to do this and it looks like he is too. I haven't had a date in years. I mean, this is just a mock date.

"Yeah." He says, but I taught him better just yesterday. Before I have time to correct him for the umpteenth time he does it himself, "Yes ma'am!" Good boy. I feel like I'm doing my job as a mother. I wonder if mine was ever this proud, though I mostly took after my Dad.

"What a gentleman. Now escort yer date." We hook arms and strut to the car, where he eagerly drives us to the restaurant. I also taught him to take charge, order the food, compliment his date, anything and everything basic for a guy to know.

"It's wonderful to be meeting you here, uh, Daisy." He says, cheeks red as can be.

"I'm flattered ya' asked me out, Cinder." I say, fluttering my eyelashes. That helps cut the tension with a chuckle from both of us. He pulls my chair out and sits me down, then asks me a question with his paw extending to the middle of the table, and I answer him by holding his hand. Warm, consenting contact. Just like I taught him. What a perfect gentleman. He orders for us, and I pull the waiter aside and ask for a special treat.

"So Daisy, what... are your hobbies?" He says, face smirked like he gets a gold star.

"Well Cinder, I'm a stay at home mom for my lovely, lil' delinquent son." I giggle. He takes it seriously, and nods with understanding.

"I can understand that Mrs.Mottfer. It can be hard to raise such a kid." He says. After these few days, he's starting to feel like a whole new man.

"It's Ms.Mottfer." I remark.

"Oh. What about your kid's father?" He says, lowering his tone.

"...He left after y--My son was born." I've told him this before, right?

"Why did he leave?" He says, eyes widening and paw gripping tight.

"Well, it wasn't simple. It was coming for months at this point I reckon. What really tipped us over the edge is when we had children." I frown, and rub Cinder's paw in mine. I guess I've never told him what happened. "See, ol' Mr.Mottfer was a stallion. Biggest n' tenderest as they come. But when my little boy was born a fox, he was disappointed. See, he wanted another stallion. Well, I had born a fox. He figures I wasn't faithful, and I couldn't ever convince him otherwise. So he left. All I've left is my son and my house. Which is enough, I do love 'em to death."

Pensive, Cinder sits for a bit. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." He finally says, a renewed vigor lifting his face. It helps me smile, the weight now off my chest.

"What about you, Cinder?" I

"Well, Daisy, I'm still taking classes. But I like to skate with friends and run track, this n' that." He says, glint in his eye.

"What about yer home life? Hows ya folks?" I ask him.

"Just me and my momma. She's really great, I think you'd like to meet her someday." He says.

"Aw Cinder, ya'd like to introduce me to yer family?" I joke.

"Of course Daisy, you are awfully cute." He makes my cheeks red. He's learned well, I can only hope he's taking this to heart.

The food comes, and the special treat I had accompanies it. "Daisy, what's that?" He questions.

"Well, I thought'cha'd want to abuse the fact that you're dating an older gal, so..." The waiter sets two glasses down and pours the wine I specifically asked for.

"Are you sure about this?" He says, half breaking character.

"Of course, Cinder." I wink at him, and start eating. He takes a sip, then another, his face scrunching up but he keeps drinking until those features smooth out.

"How 'dya like it?" I chirp after finishing my own glass.

"It's strong, and burns the back of my throat." Cinder coughs out, and then clears his throat with water.

"It is. Do ya want more?" I lean in as I tease.

"If you're offering!" He tries to call my bluff, but I wasn't bluffing.

"Waiter, another glass for the both of us." I say and throw a wink at Cinder. The waiter pours us both a glass, and I gulp mine down this time. Cinder's still at a half a glass when he notices I've finished mine, so he lifts the glass horizontally and starts dripping down his cheeks a bit. Poor kid, but this is too funny. I lean up out of my seat and poke the bottom of the glass, spilling it on his cheeks, but "Oops, sorry Cindy!" Too far! I scramble for a napkin, but there aren't any on the table. "Waiter, waiter! I need napkins please. Thank'ya!" He tosses us a bundle of napkins. While cleaning off his clothes, I notice Cinder has fur the color of a deep red wine. It's too pretty.

"It's okay Daisy. Please, I could have got that myself." He takes a napkin from my hand and cleans his fur. I sit back down and bunch my lips to the side. It had been such a nice night. I pay the check, and he continues to surprise me with how comforting and cute he is now with comments like, "You know, you're the prettiest woman I think I've ever met ... There's so much about you that I love, and I love every bit of you,". I've may have raised a lady killer.

"Are you ready to go, my dear Daisy?" He says with a smirk, and escorts me out. He is adorable. I've probably had a few too many drinks, which explains my uneven steps. Luckily my date helps escort me around. We're both a bit buzzed, but it's short and on the back roads so the drive goes fine.

He continues to carry me around, which is good. My personal support pillar is very necessary, and very cute. He takes so much after Lavish, even if he didn't think that this was his son. He's just as charming and protective, and a little short-tempered. I ruffle his hair, and giggle at him. "Ya such a gentleman, Cinder."

"Of course, I wish to help you however I can." He says with a little bow. We sit down on the couch just inside the house, and he lays near with my arm draped around him.

"Well mister Cinder, I sure do have somethin' you could help me with," I flirt, a goofy smile spread across my face.

"O-oh yes?" He starts, the bawdy comment makes him doubletake. "Are you... sure? Is this the next part of the date...?"

"Of course, Cinder. I gotta go over everything ya'know. You're old enough, it's time to teach ya." I say, with slurred lips and a tender paw. "We went over the basics, lets get some hands on experience..."

"M-momma? Really? With you?" His cheeks radiate heat that I can feel. So red.

"There's no one else is there? Embarrassed by yer mom, maybe yer just not attracted to yer chubby mommy and her fat tits!" I chuckle and grab my chest for emphasis, his entire face is swollen red with embarrassment.

"No, the opposite momma.. I am glad you let me have this opportunity." Ohoh, there's the gentleman I've been fostering. "You're beautiful, curvy... and I chose you."

"Ya chose... me? I chose you earlier."

"Yeah... So. Show me what to do." His countenance softens while he leans against my chest.

"No take-backs then." I say, and he smiles more at that and agrees, "'Kay then Cindy, I'm going to assume that all you know is how to pleasure yourself?" He looks away awkwardly when he nods, "Then lets go over foreplay..." I grip his paw firm in mine, and stare into his eyes. "Always make sure both parties are fully willing before you start touching them, and be gentle." I give him a reassuring smile while I slide my paw down to his chest, and caress it through his clothes.

"There's a lot you can still do with clothes on; Rubbing, caressing, teasing are all good forms of foreplay. There's also kissing, and dirty talking." I lean in, my face salaciously sharpened when I give his cheek a kiss, then his nose, and a playful teasing peck on his lips. "You try."

He takes a few breaths before he gets up a bit on the couch and leans against me. Snaked paws find my chest and stomach, giving them both gentle rubs while he hesitates to return a kiss. "R-right hand black." I look down to his paw on a black spot, of my otherwise white fur, right on my breast.

"That's a good start, the next thing to learn is communication..." I draw him up into my lap and smile down at him. "So, do you like boobs? It seems you do. Do you want to see mine?" I tease.

His face lights up in equal parts embarrassment and excitement, "Y-yes please momma!" he says, paw retreating from my bust.

I give him a knowing smirk while I pull my shirt off inelegantly, and hesitate to throw my shirt away. I've always been chubby, some would say overly curvy. And while that does lend itself to bigger boobs and thicker thighs, which Lavish loved, I still feel insecure about it. But any hesitation washes away with the sight of my son, eying the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. I let the first two hooks of my bra down and smirk down at him. "Here, unfasten the last bit for me, son." He gets up close, head at my neck and chest hovering close to mine as he tries to reach around to get to it.

"I can't... quite reach it..." He grunts.

"Sure ya' can!" I say as I wrap my arms around his head and smother him in my cleavage. His paws don't move at first, I'm sure he's taken aback. He takes his time but finally figures out how to unfasten my bra, and it snaps open. I let go of his head, and he backs away just a bit to let my bra fall. His headlight eyes focus at my chest for the longest time before I speak, "Okay son. Like I said, communication. You try."

"Do you like having your boobs felt, would you let me?" He sheepishly says.

"Yes sir, Cindy. I'd love that." I pat his little head and he takes his time, hesitating every inch, before he gropes my plush breasts. His face is so innocent and pure. He starts panting already, and I can't help but giggle while he plays.

I let him continue to enjoy smooshing and kneading into my tits for a while before I decide I want to keep it moving. I loathe to stop him; he's enjoying it so much. Ugh. Downside of being a Cow is that my boobs never stop making milk after I've had children. It's embarrassing, and if I don't stop him now it'll be too late. "Okay Cindy, lets get ourselves prepped." I unfasten my jeans and he backs up, embarrassed.

"A-are we going all the way?" He whispers.

"Oh yes. I have to teach'ya to be the best lover." He flushes at the comment, and I get down to just my panties. He stares into my lap and I smile, beckoning him over. He's hesitant, but he does get close to my lap, and I see his little nose twitching and the blood pooling in his cheeks.

"Okay son, if ya get me ready, I'll get ya ready." I say.

He nods, "Okay momma. Um... How do I do that?" He says with eager eyes.

"Oh my. I suppose ya haven't even seen girly bits, have ya son?" I chuckle.

"N-no ma'am... I mean in health! But it was just insides and icky..." I pat his head, and slowly start working down my panties for him.

"Okay, well I'll show you everything. Don't be shy! You have to appreciate it, and show that you love your woman's vulva...Which is what this bit is called. Now touch it, and be gentle." I murmur.

Cinder doesn't disappoint while he feels over my lower lips with an innocent curiosity. He delicately strokes along my lips and teasingly presses at areas, finding my covered clit quickly. "Mmm, very good. That button there is the most sensitive part. Be careful with it, but give it lotsa' attentio--o-oh my..." I gasp out, he cuts me off by tweaking my clit in his paw to send rough spikes of pleasure outward. "G-good job son. Now use your mouth..."

I don't even have to say it twice. Cinder tucks his muzzle tucks up into my muff and his tongue grapples with my clit, rolling it all around. My entire body trembles with pleasure, my paws reactively grip his head and push gently on him. "D-don't forget to prep, ya just wanna dip your tongue into the lower openi--! r-right there..." I shiver and groan while my son masterfully laps into his mother's pussy with such admiration, like he always wanted to eat her out. The thought pierces me and I eventually drag him off of me. I burn with desire.

"A-are you prepped momma?" My son says, his face dripping and ruffled.

"Oh yes, it's time to give it to momma now." I growl. His pants look so constrained for him, I feel bad for him, so It's time to ease that. I lean up and unfasten his clothing. He just licks his messy lips idly and wiggles out of his pants when they're opened. His boxers are much less tight, but much more tented. I grip my paw firmly around my son's covered shaft and catch his gaze.

"I suppose ya know what to do now, son? It should be straightforward..." I say, and he nods. I lean back in my couch and pat my thigh. He comes close, his head rests near mine while he gets naked. We both groan together when his length rubs right against my clit and along my lips. My insides burn for him, so I don't let this last. I take his length in a paw and slip just the tip inside me.

"O-oh god momma... is this really okay? C-can I push all the way inside...?" He says, and I roll my eyes while I grope his pert little butt and smoosh him into my body, smothering him in my boobs while his length stuffs inside my muff.

"Y-you're a smart kid, just shut up and hump your mother already." I playfully snap at him. I grip his body in my thick thighs, and help guide his body to start moving until he gets the hang of it himself. I can feel his cock grinding deep inside the slick walls where he once came out that he desperately desires to come back in.

I start to praise him again, but before I can he cuts me off with his lips wrapping around my nipple and suddenly sucking hard. "F-fuck... son..." I moan. I grope his head and backside, trying to keep a hold on him while he rocks my body gently against the couch. Pressure builds inside my breast, and I start to tell him to stop but it's too late. I'm lactating for him... And he seems to love it. The pressure builds within my stomach and chest as pleasure radiates within me. I moan deeply out for him while he drinks his mother's milk and rams me harder and harder. Just like my son should.

He lets out a cute embarrassed cry of pleasure when his knot finally rams against my wet lips, and instantly knows that he has to fill me with it. Our combined pants, moans, and various scents flood the room. His foxy musk becomes very apparent and oh so intoxicating the longer we go on, getting me drunk on sex. While he drinks from one teat, which his paw kneads into to help the milk flow, he gropes the other while it leaks milk down my pudgy stomach.

Cinder starts making more exasperated moans while he thrusts hard against me, his peak certainly getting nearer and nearer. His humps become more exaggerated and his lips lose suction of my nipple before he suddenly rams his entire knot up hard into my tight cunt with a loud wet pop. He howls loudly and I join him, emptying my breath from the bottom of my lungs as my orgasm explodes from deep within my body. Cindy bites my nipple, making me jolt and grip him tight while he fires shot after shot of his thick young cum directly into his mother's, my, womb.

His face, clearly drunk with sex and at least buzzed from alcohol, shows all about how much he's enjoying it. I toss my head back as my climax starts to wrack my own body, sending sharp jets of electricity to every cell and the thought that it was my son who did this makes this so much more taboo, and more intense. My body clenches hard around his length as my orgasm plows through my body from head to toe, milking his supple cock for every last drop of white love his balls have made just especially for his loving mother.

I let my orgasm have me for a good minute before I finally get the strength to lift my head, and kiss his. He lays on top of me, heaving and with a goofy satisfied face. I roll my eyes and chuckle at him, patting his head and back. "Good job son. I think you really pleasured a woman." I giggle at him.

"Th-thanks mom. You taught me well... B-but I--" He says, muffled in my boobs before I silence him with them.

I lean in and caress his head when I whisper, "Let me show ya how a woman can pleasure you." I lift him up, which is easy because he doesn't resist. His body feels so limp after enjoying his first orgasm with a woman. It's so cute. I set Cindy down flat on the floor, while I'm straddling him with my butt in his thighs. I slip a finger into my lower lips and hook around his knot, then slowly lift myself up. With a groan, and a whimper from both of us, his knot_pops_ out of me and when I slip his cock entirely out, my messy cunny spills seed all over his lap. He groans and pants heavily under me, so tortured that I removed his knot.

"Mm, poor son. Here, I'll let it rest." I say as I lean in, fat boobs meshing against his chest as I give his lips a teasing kiss. But this time he gets a real one, so I lock my lips in his. He leans up into the kiss, and slides his tongue along my lips. I grip his head in my paw and press our faces closer together when I not only let my son's tongue into my mouth, but suck hard on his tongue and roll mine against it.

We make out, dancing our tongues in an intimate waltz until I feel him leaking pre on my stomach and groping hard into my chest. I grind my body against his, smearing his still hot cum all against his crotch. Cindy takes my hips in his paws, rubbing over my curves and occasionally along my thick tummy before his paws cup my teats.

I draw away from the kiss and lean up, grinding my cum slicked muff against his shaft. I'm loving the way I can make his eyes roll up and his body twitch in response. "Mmm, you want it son? I bet you love having sex with your mother. What a naughty little boy."

Cindy simply groans and nods in response. It's so cute how a little kiss of a mother's lips on a son's cock could bring them to their knees. I enjoy torturing him by grinding his tip at the precipice of my slit just before I heft my body up and l drop down to spear his cock back inside his mother's needy cunt.

My body slowly draws up and then down, getting in a slow bouncing rhythm to bury his cock inside me over and over. His paws desperately grope my tits while I make him rut his mother. I clench hard around his cock while we use his own fresh cum as lube. His face and his moans shows the confused pleasure and discomfort he endures for his mother.

I can't stand to see him like that, so I lean forward and smother his face in my massive breasts. I bounce my butt in his lap, making loud smacking sounds that soon get drowned by my own pleasured pants and moans. After a minute of our passionate mother and son bonding he starts to thrust up, helping me stuff his thick fox cock harder and quicker inside, starting to threaten his tie yet again. His thrusts quickly become feral; rapidly he rams his knot up against my walls like the horny fox boy he is. Suddenly I feel his lips on my other nipple, and he sucks on it hard enough to draw out more milk. He's working up such an appetite.

We continue to buck and grind into one another until we're both panting, drooling, hot messes. I grind hard into his knot each time I bounce in his lap, trying to wedge it back inside me. I suddenly feel his claws digging into my flesh. He's trying to bet it all on one last thrust, and I ensure his victory that's met with a loud _pop_between us. "O-oh god Cindy, take your... fucking... mother's womb..." Suddenly my son's entire thick spasming shaft is knotted inside my slit and emptying the last dredges of his balls into my womb. I subtly feel it as his spunk travels up past his knot and then through his shaft and jetting out thick rope after rope of fertile seed for me until he goes completely limp under me, and still a little spurt or two after that. I idly rub my lower stomach. "Mmnf. We're gunna make some pretty kids you and me, son."

I let him rest, the effort was so much for both of us that I really don't blame him for needing the break. His face is so cute like this, with his eyes rolled up and mouth slightly ajar, he's tasting heaven. His expression thickens and he suddenly makes a cute half gasp half groan, it seems he's finally hit the peak of the pleasure so he can enjoy the afterglow now. "Oh gosh." I say, surprised. There's suddenly a hot pressure building in my stomach. My paws knead into my squishy tummy and I groan when the sensation turns more into pleasure, and I realize what's going on as soon as I sniff.

"S-son!? Wh-what are you doing? I know I didn't teach ya this! Y-you're... Defiling me!" I say, and he only glazes a happier smile over his lips. He's enjoying this, being knotted deep inside me and peeing. Into my womb, no less. The sensation is wild, it's hitting just the right spot and soon I can't help but moan out and grip tight onto something when I get dizzy. His unique musk floods the room as he floods me with his acrid piss. It quickly gets too tight, so I dive a finger into my lap and create a gap for the pee to spray out and wash over his own tummy.

"I-i told you! I chose you... C-canines mark things as theirs, you know...!" He says, half giggling in his blissful stupor.

"N-ngg. Jesus christ, son! Well t-take some of your own _marking_medicine." I chuckle out as I get some of it all over his front with my aiming paw. I start to rub my little button while I drain the excess piss on him. I can't believe I'm getting off to being filled with urine. What a naughty little fox boy I've raised.

I let him finish before I hook all the way in again, get my paw messy with the musky fox brew, and pop his knot out which makes an awful lewd _Shhhhlick. A_s I draw off of him, the concoction he made in me without my consent drools down my leg and on him below, leaving a trail of mess. "I did teach you to clean up after yourself though. And to clean your plate... So eat up." I laugh, almost evilly as I sit on his face, forcing his muzzle into the messy cunt he made his mother have. I make him drink his heavy mixture. I thought he'd have trouble with it, but his hungry tongue diving inside me tells me otherwise.

His tongue laps up into my musky hole, cleaning his own spunk and everything else he filled me with. He's so eager to do it. His wet nose tickles my clit, and starts by making me giggle but after a while I start to groan from it too, the subtle sensation makes me feel something stirring inside. I continue to leak his cum and musky fluid, but he stops cleaning me out in favor of wrapping his tongue and lips around my clit and tugging roughly on it, bringing me down lower on his face. I feel his paws sink into my fat rump, caressing and groping all over me. It's probably his inexperience, but his tongue slides over my urethra a few too many times and that's the final straw.

"S-son, this is because I chose you too..." I groan out as I mostly let go. My muscles relax and instantly I feel my pee spraying harshly out of me and against his muzzle. It's not a gentle flow. I make an absolute mess of his lips, face, chest, everything. But he seems to enjoy it; I look back and his cock is hard and throbbing intensely against his stomach. Taking the initiative, I fully let go. I make that silly half groan half sigh, like I bit into the best slice of pie, as I relieve myself with my son as my toilet. He surely accommodates, eating me out, drinking me up and groping my squishy butt. I don't let up until I've completely emptied my bladder and I get ready to stand up, but he wont let me. When I try his tongue flicks across my clit and brings me back to my knees.

"N-nng, fine. Finish me off son..." I grope his head and ride his face long after he's cleaned me out. He learns quickly, and focuses entirely on my clit in the way that makes me moan the loudest. He keeps going until I'm sure his jaw is numb, and after a few more minutes my orgasm sits right there. I grip his head in both paws and buck against his face as he laps into my cunt and I moan intensely. My walls tug and collapse around his tongue while my orgasm makes fireworks of every sensation in a truly explosive way. I can't kneel anymore, and fall off to the side in a heaving mess.

He came during the exchange, his length is messy with another fresh round. What a naughty son, but truly a perfect man. Well, if he could get a refresher on his bathroom etiquette. "Go take a shower and get ready for bed, you awful mess." I chuckle.

He sounds like an old man, groaning as he gets up. "I-i didn't fail, did I?" he says, suddenly coming back to his senses, minus the sense of smell.

"Oh no, ya did well. Except'ya should have asked to use the bathroom. It isn't nice to jus' spring it on a lady. Let alone, in a lady." I say with a haughty tone.

"Y-yes ma'am, I'll go shower then." He says, trying to cover his crotch as he slinks away.

"Good, 'cause ya got school tomorrow." I say, and he smiles like mad. "Oh no, don't give me that smile again boy lemme get outta range first." He skitters away, flustered at that comment.

The next morning, I send him off to school like any other Monday.

"Bye bye Cindy. Hope you have a good day at school. And don't let us catch you harrassin' anyone anymore!" I call out as he steps down the stairs.

"Don't worry momma! I choose you!"