[SNEAK PEEK]A Mother's Holiday Gift
Clayton is home for the holidays... and Caitlyn couldn't be happier.
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**A Mother's Holiday Gift
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By Limewah**
18+
Clayton was woken up by a wet sensation between his legs, and a very familiar stiffness.
He groaned internally, not wanting to open his eyes just yet...
He hadn't been feeling the best since returning to the Firestick Manor to begin with, some seasonal sniffles stuffing up his Braixen snout. Also, there were the usual issues of going through all the small talk. Plus, there was the matter of Caitlyn, his mother.
The Delphox was already half-cut when Clayton arrived, swooping him inside nestled against her heaving matronly bosom and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
She asked way too many probing questions about Clayton at the dinner table, too.
"How is that inn of yours coming along? Have you been breaking some hearts? Are you going to settle down with any of your servants? Are they pretty?"
He barely had time to answer one question before another one was flung at him, looking to the rest of his family for support and receiving nothing but sympathetic shrugs or stifled snickers. After dinner, he excused himself for a lie-down, stumbling into his old childhood room. He tried to ignore how it had been completely stripped of his belongings and furniture, more like a hotel room than the place he'd grown up in.
It didn't bother him that much, really. He just needed sleep; he was sick, full, and a little tipsy thanks to the mulled wine... the sooner he got to the following day of hung-over gift giving, the better.
He had a sip of water before bed, too. Maybe that was why he was feeling a little wet down there. Maybe he just needed to climb out of bed and relieve himself...
He reached down to rub at his cock, but his paw pressed into something soft, fuzzy, and pliant.
He heard a moan, as well. A very familiar-sounding one.
When he opened his eyes, a smear of orange and red at the other side of the bed came into focus. Something pink was slithering around the tip of his cock, and two warm, soft pillows were pressing against his shaft repetitively, sliding up and down and squishing in. The Delphox's dark eyeshadowed lids opened, and Caitlyn fixed Clay with a sultry, bleary gaze.
"M-mother?!" Clay squawked, suddenly wide awake as he pulled his cock out from between his mother's tits.
"Good morning, darling~" she said, looking at him with a bleary, unsteady smile. "Did you sleep well?"
He could smell her breath from here - the vinegar scent of stale wine was thick. His dick was still rock hard, betraying him(her breath didn't help in that regard). She reached out to wrap her hand around the base, but Clay slithered back to sit upright against the headboard.
"What's the matter?" Caitlyn asked gently, fluttering her eyes. "Can't a mother give a present to her darling boy...?"
"Why're you up this early?" Clay choked, as his mother encroached closer.
"Oh, I haven't even gone to bed," Caitlyn giggled. "Your father went to bed hours ago, and he's dead to the world..."
She rolled her eyes and huffed.
Clayton's throat felt dry.
"Ssso," Caitlyn continued, "I thought I'd pay my darling son a little visit..."
She hiccuped, stifling a wine-burp.
"Mother, m-maybe you should get to bed..." Clay said with a nervous laugh. "You probably just need to have a cup of tea and sleep this off, right? You're n-not yourself right now."
"Nnnonsense." Caitlyn reached out and put two shaky hands on Clay's shoulders. It was impossible for him to escape from under her, her naked breasts pressing into his chest as she loomed and leered down at him. "Such a pretty boy..."
He could feel his skin crawl from the sheer _wrong-_ness of the situation. But he could also feel his dick quiver.
"Mom, you're crushing me-"
"Hush." Caitlyn turned on a dime, her tone suddenly becoming authoritatively brusque. "What sort of mother would I be if I wasn't smothering my little boy with affection."
Before Clay tried to demur, her eyes flashed.
Oh no...
The Braixen had no time to look away. Her red irises distorted and twisted outwards, like a ball of yarn unravelling. Two twisting pinwheels of red flowed through her glowing white eyes, and her snout traced a circle in the air to follow their curvature.
Clay was an excellent enchanter. But his mother had decades of experience on him. He might have been able to avert his eyes, or counter with a hypnotic flash of his own - just to stun her, of course.
But...
Oh yes...
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