Motherly love

May had never thought that being a mother would suit her: she had always been a free spirit and quite the wild woman back in the day, not that she was any less wild or loved to party and have fun any less than before once she found out she was pregnant at the ripe age of twenty five. For a human it'd have been quite early but with May being a foxtaur, she was a bit on the late side of the spectrum, her parents having had her and her sisters when they were only twenty one. That being said it wasn't as if it had been a deal breaker for her: she had just come out of college and had scored quite the good job thanks to her peppery personality and a few secret weapons that had allowed her to work from home during an age where everyone was expected to commute. So when a big bad virus came around and forced everyone to stay home, she simply kept on going as if nothing much was happening. Well, besides her sons and daughters from one of the many litters returning home to make sure she was not too tired and to spend the lockdown with someone they loved. The middle aged foxtaur was more than glad to return to her old life, back when her babies were still home and making her work far harder than her body already did. She was happy her mother and siblings were willing to take care of the rest of her pups and considering just how many she had, having just a dozen at home was a great relief.

She groaned and stretched as the air in the kitchen was slowly filled with the scent of fresh coffee and pancakes from the pan, a scent that was easily drowned by the reek of cum in the air but that her nose had been trained to find even within the heavy, mind-numbing haze that she was responsible for. Her paws splashed in puddles of spunk with every single step of her rather sizeable body, the big broad pads making the near inch thick layer of spooge coating the entire floor around her slosh and rise, her fur soaking up some of the thick sludge as per usual. May hummed to herself as she took a sip of her brew, the amazing taste of hot coffee waking up the rest of her body as her mind kicked into high gear for yet another day of hard work. And as her body warmed up, the quiet kitchen was filled with the familiar, constant, ever present noises of her cock gushing, welcoming the new day with a fresh hot load of herm foxtaur spunk.

"Mmh..." May put down the coffee for a bit as her lower half protested for being ignored till that moment. Her front paws reached beneath her belly and touched her flesh, the three feet of throbbing, needy, knotted foxcock hard as steel against her cummy paws, adding layers of spunk to the soaked pads. The second she touched herself, her shaft twitched and fired a few dozen gallons of thick cum onto her kitchen cabinet, adding a fraction of an inch to the sizeable pool that had leaked from her tip in the short few minutes she had spent brewing herself that single mug of coffee. "A bit more sensitive than normal..." She bit her lip as she felt her cock gush harder and harder, as if the mere act of touching herself was enough to make her body far more productive than it already was.

May had been born rather special: not only she was a taur, something of an oddity even amongst her family, but ever since she had had her first orgasm she had just not stopped cumming, not once, not for a single second, over thirty years of endless pleasure at every moment of her life. The normal output for her was around a gallon a minute, nothing much when considering that if she truly wanted to cum or show off she could pump out over a dozen gallons in thirty seconds flat, not to mention when she was in heat or turned on more than normal. So as she touched herself like always, her paws splashing in the ankle deep puddle of spunk, as her balls swayed between her legs, each over three feet wide. They were still growing bigger and heavier every year as if she wasn't already far above the norm for any member of her species and for some of the bigger species as well. As she idly pawed off May realized that today her base output seemed to hover around eight gallons a minute rather than her usual five.

"Hey mom." Her musings were interrupted by the voice of one of her children, well, calling them children was hardly fair since they were all twenty years old now, some already on the way to having some pups of their own.

"Morning Beatrice." May smiled warmly and trotted over to her daughter, her tits just at the right height for the anthro wolf to be completely smothered by the KK cup tits and their milky cargo. She had married a wolf and for some reason all their pups were of his species, which was hardly uncommon, though they did inherit some of her qualities to make up for that little fact. "Slept well today? I hope you haven't had trouble." She murred happily, feeling her daughter's paws reach for her tits and grab them, groping and squeezing gently as her stiff nipples gushed milk. Much like her cock, her tits were endlessly producing milk, though that new development had only arrived after she had gotten pregnant the first time, the twin motherly mounds growing bigger and more productive with every litter.

"It's alright mom." Beatrice slipped out of her mother's immense milky tits, her back drenched in milk already, her naked body soaking up what the towering fox had casually spilled on her. The wolfess chuckled, her toes tickling in the warm, thick sludge sloshing around her feet. "Mmmh I missed this feeling..." Beatrice yipped as her mother's front paws reached for her ass and squeezed, making her pussy squirt a little from the sudden stimulation. Like mother like daughter, Bea was a trigger-happy and messy lady, her lightning-quick orgasm enough to drench her legs in honey.

"You mean the feeling of your mother's cum or the feeling of waking up to a freshly brewed cup of coffee after a night spent sleeping in your mom's bed?" May slapped Beatrice's ass and turned around, returning to her coffee mug and the pancakes that were just about to start burning. She turned the heat down and added the pancake to the pile sitting on the counter.

"Can I get the special breakfast mom? It's been so long since I've eaten it and my husband just... you know, I love him so much but he lacks that... that something special that you have." The wolf sat on one of the dozen chairs around the kitchen isle, her tail wagging excitedly as she stared at the foxtaur and her constantly gushing cock. Bea saw that her mom liked the idea since the massive log of fox flesh throbbed and fired a few gallons more in a single shot, the fat, stretched cum pipe bloating wider as the pool of cum around her gurgled and rose.

"Sure thing honey." May bit her lip and grabbed her tits, her body heating up oh so rapidly as she aimed her nipples at the stack of pancakes and began milking herself.

"Hey mom, hey Bea, doing the breakfast special I see." Michael, Bea's litter's oldest son, sat right next to her, giving her a tongue-filled kiss as their mother's tits gushed all over the counter, milk spilling by the gallon with ease as the motherly fox massaged her tits with a blissful expression. "It's been a good couple years since we've eaten it together." The wolf murred and helped his sister change seats, his rock hard cock sinking inside her spade with ease as the female gushed onto his lap the second his tip touched the inflamed, puffy lips of her sex. Only when the pancakes were soaked with milk did she stop and let her KK cup tits alone, though now that she was getting horny the twin mounds kept on gushing milk just as hard. "Want some help?"

"No, thank you honey. You play with your sister." May pushed herself up, her front paws resting on the kitchen counter as she huffed and moaned, her balls sloshing loudly as she balanced herself on three limbs and used the other to stroke herself. Within a couple seconds the counter was already a cummy mess, the idle leak from her monster cock enough to add several layers of spooge to the stack of milk-soaked treats. But that was not enough, the special breakfast was special because she always gave it her all to make it as tasty as she could. "J-just a sec honey..." The motherly foxtaur yipped and shivered as her three foot long beast jumped in her paw, her endless orgasm ramping up in strength and volume as the couch and the living room were assaulted by the arches of cum shot from her bloated length.

"Morning guys." A third wolf gingerly waltzed in, her legs wet with the idle leak of a fresh load oozing from her ass.

"Hey Tina." Michel waved, letting go of his younger sis' tits while he made her bounce on his cock, his knots hammering at her wet pussy as it swelled bigger and bigger, her womb sloshing with the sizeable loads of precum he spilled. Whereas his mother was endlessly cumming, he was always leaking pre, far less potent than her but no less messy for a regular anthro of his size. "Mind helping mom? She's making the special pancake breakfast."

"Oh nice! Thanks mom!" Tina rushed, her paws splashing in the cum lake swirling around her mother. She kissed the panting foxtaur's milky tits and then knelt behind her, reaching for the herm's immense nuts and kissed those too, slowly starting to make out with the twin orbs as they thrummed and swelled bigger.

"Th-th-thanks hun... oh lords... I missed our mornings..." May huffed and yipped as her fourth daughter worshipped the balls that had fed her so many times over the years. She mewled at the feeling of a tongue lapping the cum off her thick fur, the nose snorting her scent right between her taint and her pussy, the hands caressing and massaging her three foot wide nuts with love and the devotion they deserved. "Oh fuck... kiss mommy's balls honey! Mmmmhhhhh..." The motherly foxtaur yipped loudly as her cock throbbed oh so hard and swelled with a massive load of freshly brewed breeding batter.

The first shot arched through the air, tens upon tens of gallons packed together, splattering all over the cum coated living room as her other two children fucked on the kitchen counter beside her, knocking over stuff as Beatrice's tits gushed and swelled, the hormones in her body sending her in overdrive as her brother's cum sloshed within her womb. May tried to aim her cock at the pancakes but she was cumming so hard she'd ruin them completely so she settled for repainting the entire kitchen and living room as hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of gallons of foxtaur spunk splattered all over the place. Before long the orgasm had petered out, the motherly herm returning to merely leaking under a dozen gallons a minute. The pancakes were now more cum and milk than cake batter but the three wolves eagerly scarfed then down anyways, the lewd mix oozing down their chins as forks tore chunks in the stack of fluffy treats.

"So good." Tina hummed and waved her fork around as she swallowed another bite, reaching over the counter to wrap her lips around their mother's nipples and sucking, her mouth filling with milk to wash the batter down. "They taste even better now."

"Well, you know mom's milk gets better with age." Michael was loudly munching on his share of treats as May handed him a mug of coffee for the eldest son of that litter. "Milk please?"

"Mmh which one honey?" The motherly foxtaur chuckled and groped her tits, tugging at her hard nipples as she aimed at him, showering the wolf in creamy white before raising her lower half on the counter and shivering as she flexed her monster cock to give him a fresh helping of breeding batter.

"You spoil us too much mom." Bea sneaked away from her siblings, crawling on the floor as cum lapped at her huge tits, her pussy drooling her brother's cum, adding it to the pool around them. "We can't thank you enough." She kissed the taur's cockhead, her hands caressing the fat length with love and affection, the slick, cum-slathered surface hot and throbbing under her palms.

"You don't need to hun, I'm your mother." May blushed, her body responding to the love of her children by firing thicker loads of cum all over her daughter's face and tits, her entire front caked in thick spunk, mixing it with her own brand of milk. "Where are the others? I hope they're not still sleeping... it's already quite late." The foxtaur looked over the counter towards the bedroom while her daughter began to bob along her shaft, swallowing but a fraction of her idle output as her stomach grew rounder and fuller with cum to help wash the taste of pancakes.

"Oh, uhm, I think Don, Jamie and Felicia are all taking a bath together, Denise is most definitely taking her time getting out of bed since she found one of your toys stashed under a pillow." Michael murred as his other sister decided that now that his lap was free, it was her turn on her big brother's juicy cock. The two kissed as they shared a messy mouthful of cummy pancakes. May smiled and grabbed Bea's head with her front paw and pushed her further along her cock, the tip hitting the back of her mouth as she casually began to hump at the wolfess' slutty throat.

"Ohhhh, good girl..." May yipped and groped her tits again. "Mmmh, Michael honey don't fuck your sister on the chair, you'll fall over..." She grunted and snarled, her cock bloating as she came a little harder, flooding her daughter's throat with a fatter, denser, stronger load of foxtaur cum, bloating her belly oh so wide as the young female's eyes rolled back and her pussy gushed, her juices lost in the sea drooling from her stretched lips and nose. "Get on the couch if you want... oh fuck Bea that's very good..." The foxtaur yipped again, facefucking her daughter even harder as her cock was now halfway lodged down her throat, her cum pouring by the tens of gallons directly in her stomach. "Oh you practiced a lot with your husband it seems... mmmh..." May bit her lip as her balls gurgled oh so loudly, visibly steaming, growing, fattening, preparing for a massive increase in production.

Beatrice was little more than her mother's toy at this point, her belly stretching wider and bigger as rivers of spunk poured into her, her eyes rolling back, her throat feeling like her pussy, her tongue on fire as the taste of the foxtaur's musky, sweaty cockflesh made her taste buds sing in joy. Her nose eventually bumped against the herm's knot, three entire feet of fat shaft buried almost all the way inside her gullet, her nose crammed full of the heaviest musk the fox could produce as her lips kissed the fat, titanic bulb at the base of that shaft. Her mother was always hard, she had always been, and her knot was always inflated, imposing, two and a half feet wide, almost as long as her cock was wide, so hardly anyone could take it. She dreamed of the day she'd be able to take it, but she just wasn't made for it, some of her siblings could and she envied them. But now that did not matter, there was only her, the taste of cock and the endless deluge of spunk sloshing into her stomach. Already Bea was looking nine months pregnant with quintuplets and still her mother had not truly pumped the batch brewing in her balls. When the cock in her throat bulged and swelled fatter, Bea knew to prepare herself: she relaxed her throat and mashed her lips against her mother's knot, her hands reaching down to violently finger herself, her hand sliding in and out till she was fisting her sopping wet pussy. May howled when she came properly, her balls heaving, pumping out an uninterrupted, solid beam of cum down her daughter's gullet and directly in her stomach. The young wolfess gagged, her muffled yips and howls of pleasure lost as the sheer output of the fox's load roared and sloshed within her stomach before spilling forth from her nostrils, the rest propelling her belly from a mere three foot wide paunch to a five foot wide swell, then bigger bigger and bigger still.

May pulled out as she felt herself getting lifted by her daughter's sloshing cum belly, her cock still gushing hard, now hosing her entire body as she lay atop herself, immobilized, taking over most of the kitchen on the other side of the island in the middle. The foxtaur murred, content, happy, satisfied, casually trotting around a cum-blimped Beatrice, still gushing hard, but barely fazed even as she was pumping over a hundred gallons a minute. Her tits swelled as well, growing a couple cup sizes as she was turned on not just by the sight of her daughter's bloated form but by the sheer virility of her musk that day, her own pussy aching to be filled, but sadly her husband was out for work and was held back due to quarantine in the country he had the bad luck of ending up. The pool of cum roared and sloshed violently as it spread over the safety measures the fox had installed around the house, the drains gurgling as they struggled to dump her endless load, the entrance and the hallways flooded within a minute, her spunk slipping under doors and down the stairs. May sighed, content, happy, satisfied, kissing Beatrice as the two of them swapped her cum back and forth, her lips connected by lewd bridges of potent, dense foxtaur seed.

"Morning..." A fourth wolf shambled into the kitchen, barely fazed as he splashed in the knee-high roiling sea of cum, the male merely wading through the thick sludge as his balls lapped the surface, each of the three foot wide orbs seemingly churning harder at the mere contact with that mass of white, his cock rocketing out of his sheath, all three feet of it as his knot was left trapped in the stuffed fuzzy cock holster. "Did I miss anything?"

"Mom made... urp... special pancakes..." Bea hiccupped and burped, her lips drooling cum onto her tits.

"Aw damn... I knew I shouldn't have taken a bath first thing in the morning." Jamie groaned and sat on the chair where Tina had been on, his fur stained with her juices instantly as his balls sloshed between his legs.

"Sorry honey, I'd make more but I ran out of batter. Is cereal ok for now?" May kissed the brooding wolf, sharing the taste of her cum with him as she tasted several other of her children on his tongue. Their kiss deepened, the two of them moaning loudly as both of their massive cocks gushed freely all over the place.

"Sure, thanks ma." Jamie smiled, tail wagging behind him. May winked and grabbed a big bowl she poured the content of half a box of cereals in and gave it to him. Her son licked his lips and knelt beneath her, aiming her gushing cock onto the bowl as she bit her lip: her shaft was still sensitive from the earlier rush of pleasure and the shot that splattered in the bowl almost replaced everything with cum, but Jamie, as all her children were, had gotten enough practice and learned how to avoid getting just a bowl of cum for breakfast long ago. Before he even sat back, Jamie was already shoving his snout inside the bowl, his tongue lapping up the lewd breakfast.

"Manners young man." She gently slapped his neck and left him to his meal as she got out of the kitchen to get the rest of her litter out of bed and up for their own breakfast before lunchtime arrived. Her paws left lewd cummy prints all over the floor tiles, but she didn't care, not because it wasn't a thing that happened every day, which it was, but just because her idle leak washed the prints clean seconds after as the rivers of cum flowed freely around her. "It really does feel like when they were still pups..." May sighed, stopping for a second to stare at the pictures on the walls.

There were dozens of them, going from her bedroom to the entrance, some of a single child, some of the entire litter as they grew up, each one having their own timeline on the family house. After a few years she ran out of space and so some of the pictures were stacked on shelves like prizes. Altogether the motherly foxtaur had sired over sixty pups and she didn't plan on stopping anytime soon and this quarantine was making her want another couple litters to keep her company after her older pups left. Furthermore, adding a few more cup sizes to her already massive tits and a few inches to her cock never hurt, her husband did love both of her assets after all and more than once he had admitted to getting her pregnant so that she could fuck him harder while her belly pinned him down to the ground. She remembered all the litters she had while she looked at their photos, sampling the images of her giving the kids a good bath, the first time she had gathered four litters to help her fill a pool with milk, the day every last one of her kids had returned home as surprise for mother's day and spent every waking moment blowing her till she was left panting and almost dry, the day her husband dragged them all for dinner and filled the entire restaurant with a horde of excited pups... The fox's cock gushed hard, her pussy twitching as it ached, empty and unstuffed, her tits squirting as she looked at the pictures of her babies. After the hallway had turned into a raging river washed white with cum, she put down the photos and sighed, resuming her march for the bedroom. She might have gone for the bathroom and told the kids to get out, but the noises coming from within were far too good for her to bother them.

"Denise, are you done or do I need to drag you out of my bed as always?" May stepped in her bedroom, the far denser, stronger, muskier reek of cum and sex assaulting her violently. The sheer strength of the years of loads spilled, the endless gallons wasted on the bed and on her husband, the rivers of milk, it never failed to make her orgasm harder, adding even more cum and musk, restarting the deliciously vicious cycle anew. Her daughter was writhing on her bed, the young wolf's cock gushing all over her pillow as she bounced on a dildo as thick as her own leg. "Young lady, you know better than to use your mother's toys without permission." May chuckled, putting on a fake motherly tone as she climbed atop the bed herself, her weight displacing enough cum for it to ooze out of the mattress and wash the floor with a fresh coating.

"MMmh sorry ma... I wanted to get up but I was feeling a bit lazy today." Denise yipped as she slipped, her body sinking all the way to the bottom of the dildo, her stomach bulging with several feet of thick silicone. The young herm howled and came, her cock swelling bigger and fatter, shooting a load worthy of her mother all over the wall, the bed, the pillow, herself and her mother as the foxtaur moved around her, kissing the moaning wolf on the lips, pinning her down. The two herms frotted as their cum mixed freely and openly, both knotted lengths gushing, throbbing and sharing heat and fluids. "Oh gods mom..." The contractions from her orgasm made Denise shoot out the dildo lodged in her pussy, the fat three foot long, one foot thick draconic shaft rolling between them as she squirted hard on her mother's balls, coating them in her juices as she felt the fox's cum splatter endlessly all over her tits and face.

"How about breakfast in bed then? If you're feeling lazy how can I not indulge my lovely daughter every once in a while?" May murred and wrapped her lips around Denise's nipples, sucking hard as milk squirted in her maw. "Mmmh, got yourself knocked up again?" The wolf nodded, mewling as she felt a huge paw wrap around her balls and cock, soft pads pressing on her sensitive knot. "Who was it this time?"

"Ah.... My new... my new boyfriend..." Denise huffed, thrusting in her mother's paws gently, her sack and pussy slathered with foxcum. "We wanted to wait for a year but you know how I am... I took all the love for pregnancies from you." The young herm huffed and scooted back, presenting her two feet of cock to her mother, slapping her in the muzzle with the slick, cum coated, still spurting wolf breeder pole.

"That you did. You should bring your pups over more often. It's been so long since I could make a nice milk bath for a bunch of young ones." May kissed the fat length gently and pulled it in her maw, tasting her own cum and her daughter's, as well as several other of her children on it.

"Oh, as if you don't have twenty pups half my age staying with grandma during the lockdown." Denise murred and began to thrust, her cock gliding over May's tongue and filling her mouth with thick wolf cum. "I do miss the young rascals. What if I were to stay after the limits are lifted? Bring my pups here for a generational party?" May murred and came hard, gushing till the space between their bodies filled with cum thicker than any loads before. "I take you like the idea of having your sons and nephews all together... we might need the old pool outside, between you and me there's like forty pups..." The two herms huffed together, their cocks oh so hard. The motherly foxtaur deepthroated her daughter's fat length with ease, barely fazed as that cock slid to the back of her throat and then some, pouring gallons of cum into her stomach. She pulled out before Denise was done, letting the last few pints splatter onto her muzzle, giving her a sultry, slutty look as cum dripped from her muzzle to her titanic tits.

"Would love that hun." The two kissed, cum oozing onto their lips, the two sharing the wolf's spunk back and forth in a frothy, messy union, swallowing their share after minutes of needy moans. "But first momma got to spoil her daughter." May yipped and inched forward, smothering the still hard wolf in a sea of titflesh, her huge boobs surrounding her completely, nipples gushing all over the bed. Denise moaned and huffed, her arms reaching out in an attempt to encompass the entirety of her mother's breasts, but utterly unable to as the foxtaur's milky tits had grown far bigger than anything anyone could ever hope to hold. Well, everyone except their father. "There we go hun." May licked her lips as Denise came out of the sweaty, milky, musky prison of her chest and darted immediately for her nipples, taking a thick nub in her maw, the nipple so thick it filled it completely as if gushed inside her and made her spill milk all over the place. "Always a messy eater..." The motherly foxtaur hummed to herself as she let her child get her meal, her nipples teased and pulled, pinched and squeezed until the bed all around her was a milky sea spilling onto the floor. "Mmmh lords you're hungry..." May licked her lips as she jerked off, lightly thrusting into her own paws and the bed, her endlessly gushing cock throbbing oh so nicely. Denise pulled back after a good few minutes, her entire front slick with milk, her eyes glazed over as the thick, creamy stuff oozed from the sides of her mouth.

"Thanks mom." The young herm kissed her mother and shared some leftover milk, her own cock still hard as steel. The positioning was such that now Denise was thrusting within the soft plush mounds of the foxtaur mother, her twenty five incher squirting loads of thick pre in the depths of that cleavage. "I missed this."

"Same honey." May chuckled and squeezed her tits around her daughter's cock, milk gushing even more now that there was no mouth to catch most of it, wrapping herself around that thick meaty shaft like she had done many times in the past.

"Hey! No fair! Denise is getting breakfast in bed!" Felicia barged in the door just as Denise was cumming again, jets of thick spunk spilling and bubbling all over the foxtaur's immense breasts. The newly arrived herm was almost as stacked as her mother, the wide-hipped wolfess sporting a rack that looked far too big for her size, soft and plump, winning against gravity by nature of her genes, leaking milk from the two finger-thick nipples. Felicia pouted and jumped on the bed, followed by Don and the last remaining sister of their litter. "Mom you either spoil us all or no one."

"Alright, alright, we'll have a lazy breakfast in bed then..." May laughed as she rolled on her back, leaving her belly open as she squeezed her tits, her entire body free for her children to partake in, from the huge, sloshing nuts, to the eternally gushing cock to the milky pillows she had for tits. "Come, momma's here for you all..."