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The tall rat waited in the back-alley of the shadiest bar in the city, one of her favorite places to hang out at night- most people there were criminals just like her, if they called the police on her side they'd be calling on themselves as well. New patrons often didn't know the risk of picking on or flirting with her despite her intimidating and honestly quite masculine appearance, and usually ended up bloodied or broken. By now she was used to using her cuffed up hands as weapons while in prison, but the cuffs for inconvenient in normal life- her mask on the other hand was stuck on, and couldn't be taken off without either a saw or fire against her neck. She had plenty of scars, including her missing half of her tail, but she didn't want the risk of getting her head sliced off. So she kept waiting in silence, everyone inside the building knowing well enough to leave her alone.

It was cold but her coarse gray fur kept her warm enough, much better than her torn leather coat and jeans did. In all honesty she wanted to leave, maybe take some poor guy home with her for the night, but she made a promise, a rare truthful one as well, to meet with a certain someone at that spot, on that day, at that time, every year. If one of them wasn't there, it meant they were dead. She already had a few drinks inside, no one daring to mock her for having to drink through a straw, so she wasn't completely aware of the passing time. It also came as quite a surprise when her son finally stepped outside, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, likely having woken up recently. Neither of them said anything as he walked over, standing against the wall next to her and took a cigarette out of his pocket, not even lighting it before passing it to her. "I got you the gift you wanted. I know you asked for it a dozen years ago, but oh well." He sighed, and she flicked the cigarette away. "You're really a crazy bitch, you know?" She grunted in response, glaring down at him and crossing her arms. He put his hands in his pockets and looked away, his long spaded tail drooping down. "You're one to talk Dhitte, I'm not the murderer here.. I don't make a living off of mugging people either, do you know how hard it was to get a good job when I'm the bastard child to one of the most dangerous criminals in the country? I'm honestly surprised they don't just kill you on sight." He mumbled the last part just loud enough to know that she could hear it. A minute or two of silence passed before either of them spoke again. "Thank your Uncle for that. He really knows how to pull the strings, even if it's not always his prison I'm thrown into." She put a hand on his head and gripped him, but not painfully so, causing him to flinch. "I wasn't even sixteen when you were born, if it wasn't for him I'd probably have tossed you out a lot earlier than I did." She let go, staring straight ahead. "You tossed me onto the streets when I was eleven. If the homeless weren't kind to me, I would have rotted, but I assume that was your intention." He huffed, his tail lashing once behind him. She felt a pang of guilt, but as usual she just pushed the feeling away into the depths of her mind. He on the other hand was more sad than angry, despite the latter being more visible. "Come on, I'll take you home for the night. My last girlfriend broke up with me after hearing about you anyways." He turned and started to walk away, and after giving one of his ear piercings a tug she followed. They didn't bother entering the bar again, just going right out the alley onto the street, walking down the side of the road. "One day Tim, someone is gonna take advantage of your kindness and do something real terrible. It's probably gonna be me, so you really need to quit being a soft bitch." She chuckled despite having completely meant what she said, causing him to frown. He knew he was right though, she wouldn't care whether he took her in or not, their annual meetings rarely lasted more than ten minutes anyways. "You should meet your brother sometime. He's almost your age probably, even if he doesn't look it.. the damn trap. He's not even related by blood, and he took after me much more than you did." He stayed silent, keeping his golden and black eyes away from hers as he unlocked a red van on the side of the road and climbed in. She rolled her eyes, climbing in the back and laying across the seats, having to bend her knees to fit in such a way. "If you crash or brake fast, I'm breaking you." She threatened, causing him to let out a sigh as he started the vehicle. "Would you really kill me, Dhitte? I know for a fact that you've killed others without batting an eyelash. God knows what you did to dad after forcing him to.." His words trailed off and he looked at her in the mirror, fortunately not catching her gaze while she stared at the ceiling. She didn't even respond, making him grunt in frustration as he began to drive. She was usually quite talkative and even more argumentative, but during their meetups she seemed quite distant. He turned on the radio, and almost immediately turned it off once it started talking about the larger rat having escaped from prison. "You're not sleeping in my room either, after the shit you tried to pull last time. I'll let you use my shower but that's it, I can smell the alcohol on you from here." He glanced back at her, and she responded by tearing a hole in the seat with one of her claws, fluff spilling out. He sped up, eager to get home so she wouldn't destroy the car completely. The rest of the ride passed in silence, with the exception of Dhitte cursing whenever the van hit a bump. He pulled into his driveway, turning the vehicle off before stepping out. "I'll be inside if you need anything." He looked back at her with a bit of remorse, but didn't wait for her before stepping inside his home. At least three minutes passed before she got up, quietly walking inside the house and locking the door. Timothy was already in his bedroom, not wanting to deal with his mother anymore for the night. So naturally she took a bottle from his wine rack, popping it open and looking through his cupboards for some straws. She flinched once she saw a box of extra long straws, normally meant for a kids party. He wouldn't have any reason to buy them except for her, and the box wasn't even opened. She muttered to herself as she opened it and took a straw out, drinking right from the bottle to her mask. She walked to the living room with her drink, casually sat back on the couch, and started to watch some late night shows.

Meanwhile the rat upstairs was getting ready to sleep, stripping down to his white briefs, and taking his sleeping pills. He paused, and in an attempt to make resting easier with t carefully walking up the steps and gripping tightly to the hand railing, actually leaving claw marks on it. There were three rooms upstairs: Timothy's bedroom, his 'office space', and the bathroom. She didn't know which was which, just opening the first door she reached and stumbling into the room. She huffed, looking across the room to see her sleeping son, breathing quietly and resting surprisingly well. As the alcohol coursed through her system her judgment was quite impaired, and she didn't spare a thought before taking her coat off and tossing it aside, exposing her nearly flat breasts and scarred abdomen. She took a few wobbly steps forwards, standing by the side of the bed and looking down at the sleeping male.

With almost anyone else she would've gave them a concussion, took their valuables, and leave, but her son was one of the few exceptions. She didn't know what possessed her to lift the blankets up, showing off his slim frame and pierced chest, then climb in bed next to him. He didn't seem roused from his sleep by the movement or noise, just mumbling for a moment. She laid there with his back facing her chest, and without much carefulness, wrapped her arms around his chest and held him close. He still didn't wake up, only more comfortable if anything at all.

His fur was quite soft and well kept, a sharp contrast to her rough and coarse fur, becoming quite apparent with his back against her. She didn't try to sleep, her chin resting between his large ears as she held him. She could feel him breathing, alongside his heartbeat against her hands, but it still came as a surprise when his tail gently curled around her waist and one of his hands placed itself on hers. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly realized he was still sleeping and shut it tight. She came to the conclusion that he wouldn't wake up, and decided to find something she was always curious about, slowly sliding a hand down his chest, enjoying the feeling of his smooth fur and giving one of his nipple piercings a tug on the way. He grunted in response, but she knew it would take a lot more for him to wake up, so she gave the other one a gentle pull before continuing to move down, getting closer and closer to his groin. She huffed once she felt his waistband, thinking for a moment before moving those final inches. She gasped once she felt him- he felt massive, even while he was soft with the addition of his briefs. She went further down, a grin spreading under her mask once she felt him shiver from the hand on his softball sized testicles. She gave him a light squeeze, making him groan quietly as his shaft twitched.

She took her hand away, reaching it under his waistband. She licked her lips when she felt his warmth directly, his member slowly growing harder as she slowly pulled his foreskin back, rubbing a thumb along his tip once it was exposed. His cock was humanoid in shape but was covered in sensitive nodules that grew larger with arousal, hinting to his demonic heritage.

She started to gently stroke and knead it, her own lust rising as his nubbed shaft grew larger and larger, a wet spot forming between her legs in her jeans. She kept her other arm around his chest, both to keep him close and incase he woke up, with the added bonus of feeling his heartbeat and breathing speed up under her ministrations. She pulled his waistband away to free his demonic member, jaw dropping from his sheer size. She was a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be able to taste him, but that wasn't her main goal anyways. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, but before that she needed to lube him up.

Normally she wouldn't wait to get right in the pleasure, but something in her alcohol-addled mind wanted something more intimate, especially with her son. She knew how much a taboo all of this was, and that only made her hornier. She gave him a particularly rough squeeze and he moaned in response, a thick spurt of pre shooting onto her fingers. She chuckled, rubbing the warm precum along his length, covering it in a slick sheen and making her stroking much easier. She hummed quietly, milking more of the warm, clear fluid from his shaft and spreading it around, occasionally going down and putting some on his balls as well, making a mess of his briefs. Once she deemed him sufficiently lubed up she pulled her hand away, bringing her messy fingers up to his mouth. She didn't want to waste any of his pre, so she gave one of his piercings a tug to make him moan, and quickly slid two of her fingers past his lips. He snorted but stayed asleep, and through 'instinct' began to gently suckle on her digits. She smiled and let him clean his own mess off her fingers, probably having a nice dream as a slow but steady stream of pre leaked from his tip, a small pool of it gathering on the sheets. She happily let him lick her fingers for another minute before carefully pulling back, deciding that the two of them were ready. She tossed the blankets off of the bed, letting go of him and carefully uncoiling his tail from her waist. He shivered a bit but she certainly didn't plan on letting him stay cold for long.

She laid on her back for a moment, quickly stripping her wet pants off and tossing them to the side, exposing her wet netherlips to the cool air. She rolled him onto his back, his large member resting against his stomach and making a mess of his fur with pre.

She got up onto her knees, straddling his stomach and grinding her slit along his length, rubbing her liquid arousal onto him and gasping quietly whenever one of his nodules bumped against her piercing: A little silver ring going through her clitoral hood, with a pearl on it. He groaned in response, his claws tearing into the sheets and the nubs on his length flaring up, his tail lashing beneath him- if it wasn't for the pills he took, he would have woken up the moment fingers were in his mouth.

She huffed and sat up, lifting his member with one of her hands and guiding the head to her pussy. He seemed even bigger than earlier, at least sixteen inches long and three thick. She felt a sense of nostalgia from the shape of him, but she was much bigger now, and had little doubt she could take it.

She took a deep breath and relaxing her body, starting to lower herself down onto him. Until then most of her pleasure was coming from the insane idea of not only riding her son but in his sleep as well, but the instant she felt his demonic precum inside her she shuddered and let out a quiet moan- she forgot what a demon's fluids felt like, the intense pleasure it brought. She was anything but bothered, the pleasure encouraging her to slowly take him deeper inside her. She bit her lip under her mask and closed her eyes once the first of his nodules started to push inside her, the tomboyish rat riding him cowgirl style. She opened one eye to look down at him, letting out a pleased sigh at the sight of her son with his head tilted back and his tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting quietly as she brought great feelings to him even in his sleep. He didn't know it was her he was fucking, probably dreaming about a night with his ex, but she didn't mind, simply happy to be giving and receiving such pleasure to and from her own child. She stopped once she reached halfway, reaching a hand back and squeezing his heavy balls, coaxing a moan from his lips and a thick spurt of pre from his demon-dick.

She decided to test something, slowly leaning over him and putting her hands next to his head, causing him to whimper once a hand pressed on one of his ears. She stopped with her metal mask just an inch from his face, feeling his hot breath on her fur, making her whiskers twitch. She almost felt sad that she couldn't kiss him. Almost.

The pleasure was taking over, her drunken-sweetness slowly fading and her less desirable side coming to surface, Dhitte giving his ears a less than gentle pull. Without waiting any longer she sat up, making him yelp quietly since she didn't let go of his ears, and slammed down on his cock, nearly hilting him in that one move. She let out a long moan, her slit leaking around his shaft onto his groin as she squeezed tightly around it, her gut bulging outwards slightly. She could tell that he wasn't far off from waking up, and at this point she really didn't care. If he tried to resist she could easily overpower him, and she knew that even if he hated it the stimulation would be too much for the rodent hybrid to handle. So she started to quickly bounce up and down his length, not taking the last two inches, saving them for the special moment when he came inside his mother.

The bed creaked and rocked as she rode him quite roughly, her moans slipping by her mask as she was filled with pre. She gripped tightly to his ears, making him grimace and come closer still to waking up. She knew it was gonna be a huge mess when he finally came, but she had a plan for that too. She let go of his ears, leaning down to pinch his nipples and play with his piercings, enjoying him squirming in return. The excitement of the night had gotten to her and she felt her climax approaching, his wildly throbbing cock signaling his own orgasm being close as well. She grit her teeth, shutting her eyes tight and redoubling her efforts, squeezing tightly around his huge cock. One hand gripped to the bed and tore it apart, the other clenching to one of his shoulders with her claws digging in- not enough to cause lasting damage. He groaned in pain, his heart skipping a beat and his breath catching as he began to wake up, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Once he realized he wasn't just having a wet dream, his eyes shot open and he got an eyeful of his much larger mother riding him. She immediately noticed, a devilish grin creeping across her face.

Despite him being conscious he wasn't truly awake, not having great control over his limbs and making any resistance near impossible. He opened his mouth to protest and she quickly stuffed her wet pants into his maw, enough to keep him from spitting them out. He whimpered and groaned, giving some weak resistance as she rode him with not much regard for his own pleasure, his arms now pinned down and his tail not having much in the way of strength even normally. He shut his eyes tight, hoping it was some obscure nightmare, but instead Dhitte leaned in close. "Just let it all out for me, Timmy.. You know you want it, to cum inside your mom, to feel her milk your cock~" She huffed, looking down at him and nearly crushing his arms.

He did his best to avoid licking the garments in his mouth to avoid her strong taste, but there was no avoiding it, even if he breathed through his nose. "M-mmng!" He groaned his eyes half opening but avoiding hers, his ears going down and his thin body tensing up, knowing he couldn't avoid his fate any longer.

He gave an instinctive thrust as he was sent over the edge, causing her to gasp quietly as the last two inches were buried and their hips met, Timothy letting out a moan that was much girlier than anything his mother could produce, his face turning red as he shot a hot, thick rope of seed into her. She cried out in pleasure, her claws digging into him again as he shot his cum right into her uterus, filling her to the brim in no time and making her begin to swell up. He kept giving her weak thrusts but he kept her in place, her climax made all the more wonderful from his demonic semen, her whole body tensing up. His cum started to spurt back out once she reached her apacity, her front swollen, making a mess of his groin, balls, and even a bit on his stomach. It just kept going and going, each spurt from him reigniting her orgasm.

A whole minute passed before the two of them calmed down, the flow of seed coming to a lazy dribble, his member starting to soften inside her. She licked her lips, blushing slightly from the intensity of the pleasure, taking her pants out of his maw. "Anything you want to say? Say the wrong thing and I'll cut off your tongue." She gave him a cold stare, still occasionally squeezing around his length. "F-fuck.. fuck you, D-Dhitte.." He groaned in response, but she just chuckled. "I'll take it. You'll need your tongue for what I have planned next anyways." She let go of his shoulders but he didn't dare move, slowly pulling herself off of his shaft. She huffed as the tip popped out of her, brushing her clit as the heavy cock slapped wetly on his stomach, soaked in both rat's fluids- even more so when his cum spilled out of her, making her moan quietly as her swollen gut went down and his fur was drenched.

"I'll leave you alone, but I got one more thing for you to do first..~" She started shuffling forwards, leaking her mess on him as she neared his face. He gulped, realizing what she had in mind, shutting his eyes and mouth tight and turning his head away. "Aw, don't be like that sweety. Don't want to disobey your mother, do you?" She reached a hand down, grabbing onto the side of his head and prying his jaw open, a drop of his own cum falling onto his cheek and making him shudder. She forced him to look up and he reluctantly opened his eyes, met with the sight of her slightly-gaping, cum drooling pussy just an inch away from his open mouth, making him whimper in protest. Their eyes met and she gave him a cruel smile, lowering herself down onto his muzzle. He held his breath, not actually able to at all with her blocking off his nose and mouth. "I'll get up once I cum, and until then I'm not moving." She glared, making him groan unpleasantly as he gave her slit a lick, his senses quickly overwhelmed by the taste.

His fingers twitched, his arms not able to move with her knees pinning them down. He didn't plan on swallowing, but there was just too much of his and her fluids, reluctantly gulping it down. That was a big mistake: It didn't matter who it was, anything that came from inside a demon would drive someone mad with lust, even if it was the demon themself. He shut his eyes tight, his cock quickly springing to life and leaking precum down his length. She huffed as he started to lick her more eagerly, occasionally pausing to gently sickle on their sensitive clit. "Good boy.. if you do a good enough job, I'll consider giving you an even better orgasm than the first one. If not, you'll just have to take care of yourself once I'm gone. If you're still conscious that is."

She slowly gyrated her hips, bumping her piercing against his snout. He was able to breathe whenever she moved back, but not long enough to get any decent amount of oxygen- mostly getting a deep breath of her musk, making his demonic member throb.. and coaxing him to take another breath. He had cleaned her enough, and there was nothing left on the outside for him except for her own liquid lust, but he wanted more, to feel her.

He pressed his tongue against her, his struggling coming to a stop and making her raise an eyebrow. She stopped moving, taking her hand away from his face and instead giving him a pat on the top of his head, making him blush as he started to push his tongue right into her slit and quickly tasting his seed once more. He didn't even care if he had no direct stimulation, his tainted cum already giving him enough pleasure- if he drank much more of it, that alone might send him over the edge into a hands-free orgasm. She didn't mind if he enjoyed it, but she didn't have any plans to help either, whether he did good or not. Of course she took full enjoyment from using him, sitting up and letting him take more of her weight, his tongue sliding deeper as he drank more of his cum from her. She hummed in pleasure and clenched down on his tongue, slowing his progress but only making him more eager to fuck her deeper.

His tongue was unnaturally long thanks to his unholy half, but neither of the rats minded. She gasped as she felt it against her cervix, glaring down at him. "Don't go any deeper, kid. Gotta keep some of your cum for myself..~" He whined in response, having been right on the edge of a climax, his groin a mess of pre. With his lust-addled mind he didn't even think of using his tail on himself, and she honestly didn't even think of his tail. She started to take over again, rocking her hips against his face while he moved his tongue around inside her, the female rat nearing a second climax.

Even with his short breaths he was running out of air, thrusting his tongue in and out of her slit so he could breathe sooner. His hands balled into fists and his toes curled, the same happening with the person above him. His eyes started to roll back, his vision a bit blurry, and his tongue stopping its movements.. but fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she was right on the edge, and thrusting against his snout was enough to send her over. She let out a loud moan, one hand keeping his head in place as she came, her fluids soaking his muzzle and filling his maw. He gave a few weak thrusts as he swallowed, not having reached an orgasm of his own. She started panting, a little bit of drool dripping from the edge of her mask as looked down at him, sitting up a bit: Enough to let him breathe properly but still keep him pinned down. He near instantly took a deep breath, air rushing into his lungs and making him cough a few times, his torso a mess from himself and his face a mess from his mother. "Not bad.. not good enough for me to make you cum though." She chuckled, pinning his head to the pillow once he tried to sit up. "We're not done yet, I have one more gift for you.." She grunted, closing her eyes. His own eyes widened for a moment as she lowered herself over his mouth, her slit nearly touching him.

He didn't consider himself weak, but his self respect was lowered quite a bit when his thrashing didn't even make her budge. She kept his jaw open with just one of her powerful hands, keeping him from attempting to bite. She sighed, letting a stream of hot piss flow into his mouth and causing him to groan in frustration. She stared down at him, only gripping him tighter as her urine spilled out the corners of his maw and soaked into his dark fur, surely leaving her scent on him for quite a while. She relieved herself onto him for a bit longer, still being longer than normal thanks to her size and the amount of booze she drank.

It gradually came to a stop, the mother sitting up but not letting go of his face. His eyes fell upon hers, and without any warning she forced his mouth closed, keeping her urine inside him, unless he decided to swallow. He sputtered, a few golden drops escaping lips. He was going to taste her for a while either way, so he did his best not to swallow and breathe through his nose.

She had none of it, shifting her grip to hold his muzzle shut with one hand, using her other to block off his nose. He held his breath as long as he could but she didn't give in, and he was forced to swallow all the liquid in his mouth so he could breathe. He coughed a few times, taking some shaky breaths and keeping his eyes closed.

She finally let go of him, rolling to the side and standing up. "Anything you want to say to mama before she parts?" She glanced back at him, using his shirt to clean off her slit and legs before pulling her own pants back on. "F-fuck you.. I don't want to s-see you again." He didn't have the strength to get up, laying his head back and still working on steadying his breath. She just laughed, pulling the rest of her clothes on and turning away, showing him her favorite finger and closing the door behind her.

He didn't even care that the smell would stick to him, just trying to sleep to rest his sore body. She hummed quietly as she walked downstairs, taking a moment to think.. and taking the box of straws along with another bottle of wine before leaving, walking down the street on her own. She would have been upset, but she knew her son would come to the meeting next year anyways. She planned to do even worse to him as well. After all, she knew he would miss his mother's touch.