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There were no particular perils that came along with being a young adult virgin...so long as no one found out that you were harboring such a secret, of course.

Society has a tendency to put a lot of pressure on young males to go out and prove themselves by bedding a female as early and as often as possible; so long as the sex takes place, the quality, duration and person are minute details.

It was this exact pressure that had Fenil, a dragon just past the ripe age of 20, worrying about the judgments of people around him, though none of them could possibly know about the secret of his virginity.

There was no reason, perhaps beyond his own shyness, that Fenil should still be harboring his own virginity past the age of 18. He came from a family that was rich with muscle, and while dragons had the misfortune of a thick layer of scales to cover up musculature, the blue overcoat and silver underbelly did nothing to hide the fact that Fenil was blessed with an abdomen that world class body builders would kill to have, and arms with just the right amount of toning; not overly large, but enough that quick tense of the arm would show clear definition of both the bicep in front, and the triceps in back. In all ways except the literal function, Fenil was a beach model, and was simply too shy to put it to good use.

His mother, on the other hand, was the source of his strong frame, and had no shame about wearing her strength about her, even at the growing age of 43. She'd been impregnated at a young enough age that she was still in the peak of her physical condition, and while she didn't resent Fenil at all for the fact, she did make it her goal in life to keep the powerful muscles that had actually drawn a smaller, weaker male mate to her. Typically, male dragons were seen as the breadwinners, even in modern day society, but protection and strength were attractive attributes in either gender, and Fenil's mother had strength to spare. She sported the same blue coloration of scales that she'd given to her son through birth, but her underbelly was the very same shade as her overcoat, and as chiseled as her body had come to be over the years, she'd gained a reputation for being known as a "living sapphire."

She also had no idea that her son was still a virgin at the age of 20, and that he'd been lying about his exploits since he started dating in high school.

Sexual prowess meant strength, and to Vania, Fenil's mother, strength was life. To have her son be weak would be beyond just a disappointment: it would be a tragedy if she were to discover the truth.

The long, blue tail, ridged with matching dorsal fins, and a pair of wings, spread open with white webbing, were just another attractive feature of young Fenil, and he sported them wherever he publicly went. He wanted to try and look as though he was the part that his mother would want him to be: the cool, confident and perhaps even a little cocky dragon that wasn't afraid to show his colors and strut his stuff at the park, with the opportunity to pick and choose whatever female he could ever desire. Women were to be respected in Vania's house, this much was true, but all the same, if Fenil were to pick up on a girl and bring her home to be bedded, she would respect the desires of her son and give him the privacy to do what she thought was just a normal part of being a man.

It wasn't until those wide, proud wings were shut tight, and the long, powerful tail was dragging all the way through the front door that Vania finally realized that something about her son might not be so honest...and the way that his head hung, casting the tufts of long, silvery headfur into the path of his orange eyes told her that his confidence, at least this once, had been defeated.

Vania's hair, matching the color of her son, but far outgrowing it, was tossed aside as she greeted her son to the home with a hug, as she always did. Fenil lived right upstairs in the dragon household, and he could never make it past the front door without at least some sort of a playful hug from his mother...but this time, it was a much more serious embrace. Vania, strength embodied, could sense and feel weakness within her loved ones from miles away, and the moment that her son entered the house, he simply radiated a pathetic aura.

"Now, that isn't the look of a young man who was beating the girls off with a stick," she quickly pointed out, as her arms, powerful, yet gentle, pulled her son into the rather soft scales upon her ample bosom. Even fully grown, Vania was just faintly taller than Fenil, and that fact alone embarrassed the young male...but that embarrassment paled in comparison to what Fenil felt at the park earlier that day, while he was doing his usual charade. "What's the matter, baby?"

Long, sharp ears that stood on either side of Fenil's head flattened bashfully at the word 'baby,' as he was a mature enough adult to know his mother meant well, but still close enough to his teenage years to be shy at the title. "Just another day the park, mom...nothing's wrong."

"That's a lie if I've ever heard one," Vania replied. She could already feel a little moisture dripping onto the tight fabric of her black tank top, and she knew, as she cradled her son into her embrace that he had to be crying, even if he did his best to muffle the sound. "You know it's okay to cry, Fenil, but you haven't shed a tear in ages...what on earth happened to you?"

"T-They...they found out..."

Fenil's voice started to crack as tears got the better of his vocal chords. "Who found out, and what??" Vania asked.

"E-e-everyone!" Fenil shouted, as he did his best not to sob. "They all found out that I'm...I-I'm..."

Vania knew her son inside and out. He'd grown into quite the prodigy of strength, and the way he carried himself, always wearing a nice polo or button-up shirt with a pair of nice blue jeans or black slacks, he was growing into a very well respected young man in the suburbs that Vania and Fenil called home. She couldn't begin to imagine that he was hiding a dark secret from her, but she feared for the worst as she looked him over, her ruby red eyes welling up with concern.

"That you're what, Fenil...? It's okay, I promise. You know you can tell your mother anything."

The was one last sniffle from the younger dragon as Fenil refused to look up into the comforting gaze of his mother's eyes.

"I...I'm a v-virgin..."

Vania tried to keep her jaw from falling agape, but she knew she failed the moment that the words crossed her ears.

Hers was a lifestyle of strength.

Crying was allowed.

Sickness was allowed.

Forgiveness was allowed.

To fail in what she felt were the duties of a man...that was simply not allowed.

"Fenil...a-are you serious?"

It was a moment of pure and vulnerable weakness for Fenil, who didn't catch any comfort from the voice of her mother. The sound of shock that came from the end of her muzzle only made things worse, as Fenil dug his claws into the thin fabric of his mother's tank top and leaned on her, feeling hardly the strength to hold himself up. "I-I...I'm s-so sorry, mother..."

In a way, Vania knew that this wasn't fair to her son. She knew of the kind of pressure that society put on young men to prove themselves. She knew the kind of damage it could do to a man's social reputation, that he'd never shared bed and body with a woman before. She knew the kind of angst he must have been going through, to be told all the time that he was so attractive, only to never reach the apex moment of his young dating career.

All of this, she knew, and yet, her sympathy would only carry her so far.

"But... how? You go to the park almost every weekend, and almost every time, you come home with a girl that doesn't leave until late after I'm asleep! I...I thought for sure..."

It wasn't the kind of response Fenil expected from his mother, but in a way, her attacking the question logically, instead of with overbearing sympathy, was helping him work through it. "I just can't! I always get so close, and then I end up getting too shy, or I don't know what to do...it just never happens!"

Vania was sure that the waterworks were going to start all over again as Fenil clung to her like she was the last rope dangling from a cliff to save his life, but no tears came to follow. There was sadness so thick that Vania could have swiped her claws through it, but instead of tears, there was frustration and angst that only Vania knew Fenil could only release through one act.

Her son was strong. She knew he was strong, to have come from her womb...but now, even her confidence in the fact was wavering...and she could think of only one way to test it.

"So...my darling of a son, who lets a girl into my house almost every single night, has never gone all the way with one?"

Again, it was a weird question to come from his mother, but Fenil nodded, his cheek brushing against the soft cushion of breasts that held quite a bit of perk for a middle-aged woman. "I've never done a lot of things, mom...I'm sorry...I've been lying to everyone. Now I'm a laughingstock...I'm never going back to that park ever again!"

It was true that Fenil was the author of his own fate. He became so wrapped up in his own lie that one afternoon at the park, and a few simple questions from some friends revealed the whole truth, and now, he had no alibi, no excuse for his stories. In a way, he didn't deserve even the small amount of sympathy that Vania was giving him.

Even less, perhaps, did he deserve the sudden grope of his crotch, one that made his eyes fly wide open, as if he'd heard a gunshot in the next room.

"This poor, virgin cock has never had the warm embrace of womanhood around it? That...that's simply inexcusable, Fenil...to keep such a treasure as this from the women of our community."

Any trace of tears, any sound of sobbing immediately ran from Fenil as he blinked a couple of times, wishing he didn't have to look up at his mother...but in a way, it was the only chance he had to confirm that he wasn't living in a twisted dream, or that he'd wandered into the wrong house.

Eyes of ruby red, always so comforting, always so lovely...they were hers, no doubt, and they saw right past the turmoil and shock that riddled Fenil's irises.

"Mom...w-what...what the hell are you doing!?"

Any girl that had ever touched Fenil up to this moment in his life had a clumsy grip, dry paws, or a complete lack of experience. Even through his blue jeans, this was a concerted effort; a skillful grope that massaged the small ridges of a currently soft, but slowly growing length, one of unique, blue flesh with white marbling, something that no female had ever been able to appreciate before. Vania hadn't seen it since his infancy, when she used to bathe her son, as all mothers did.

She was now quite eager to see it as an adult.

"There are many things allowed in this house, Fenil. To have a moment of weakness is acceptable, so long as that moment makes you stronger...but to lie about it for years on end is deserving of quite the punishment, and as your mother, I'd be a failure if I didn't administer that punishment myself."

"I really don't see how what you're doing is any form of a punishment...it's...just really weird!"

Vania was already moving full bore towards something that many people would consider to be wrong. Fenil was having a hard time catching up...he couldn't grasp the inevitability of the whole situation.

His mother was stronger than him. In her house, she dictated the rules, and he was to follow them.

If he was to be punished, there would be no turning back.

"Weird? You've been lying to me about your strength for all these years, Fenil...and if I failed to raise a proper man, that's my fault, as your mother...think of this as less of a punishment, and more of me solving a problem that I created myself."

Fenil still hadn't made the connection between the strength of a male and his sexual abilities. In many ways, it was an outdated sentiment, and one that the females at the park, no matter what species, likely wouldn't abide by...but Fenil had seen some truth to the idea, even in his high school years. The bigger, stronger, older, more attractive seniors could tear through sophomore and junior class females with little effort, simply because their traits were more attractive, and despite the ideology of "true love," these males were quite trigger happy when it came to being bored with a female and moving onto the next one. He'd always considered himself to be above that kind of lifestyle...

...But that didn't mean he hadn't stolen that script and used it as the basis for his entire supposed sexual life.

"You...you're really going to d-do this??" Fenil asked, his voice stammering as he felt another delicate and tactful squeeze upon his member. It was already starting to gently bounce against the confines of his boxers, something that Vania could easily see...something that made her long, slick tongue slide past her muzzle in appreciative anticipation. "You're going to rape your own son?!"

"Can't rape the willing, Fenil," Vania pointed out, as she felt the blood rushing to her son's sexual organs. She could feel his manhood growing against her touch...blood relative or not, it was always such a thrill to her to be able to entice a man, to turn him on with just a single touch...and, shallow as it might have been, she couldn't deny that she appreciated the body her son had worked to attain. He was taller and stronger than his father, and far more muscular; Vania was truly shocked that such an attractive, young male should have any sort of trouble getting someone to sleep with him. "Your body betrays your words, my son...and you have betrayed me with your lies. I won't have such weakness living under my roof, and there's only one way to fix this..."

"M-mom...no! You...you can't!"

" Can, and will, Fenil. If you really don't want this, you've got one last chance to prove your strength another way...stop me. If you truly don't want this, take my paw from your cock, and step away from me...step away from the first guarantee at sex in your entire life."

Fenil really had grand intentions of taking a step back from his mother. He knew that he couldn't rend her paw from his flesh, knowing just how strong she was, but if he took a step back, he knew she'd respect his wishes. He'd likely have to find an apartment and his own place to stay, but his mother was respectful, even above her strength.

_Just take a step back, Fenil. It's your fucking mom. Doesn't matter if she's kinda h- no! Stop thinking like that! Step back now! _

The mental battle continued as the smaller, younger dragon couldn't even look away from his mother's eyes, much less pull his body from her grasp. Whether it was the promise of sex that she offered, the fact that he felt he deserved punishment for his lie, or some Freudian complex come to light that made him realize what a bombshell his mother was...

His body refused to move.

"To live on this earth for 20 long years and never feel the exquisite embrace of a woman's most delicate flesh around your own is a punishment in itself, Fenil. You don't need to suffer this way any longer...you don't need to live this lie. Embrace your punishment, and in it, you will find a paradise the likes of which you've only ever imagined..."

It was true that Vania had a sex drive that was quite a bit higher than most middle aged women, and the fact that she'd stayed in such great shape her whole life gave her a slightly higher level of testosterone than the average female.

That didn't excuse the fact that she was pursuing straight up and unbridled incest, but as lovely as her paw felt upon Fenil's cock, he was quickly approaching the point of not being able to give a damn.

I mean...me and my cousin did fool around a couple times when we were teenagers, but...am...am I really considering this?

With her free paw, Vania gently cradled the underside of her son's muzzle, and as their lips met in a purely incestuous kiss, she removed any room for consideration, and planted the seed of forbidden love in her own flesh and blood. With just one push of the lips, gently separating Fenil's own so she could take a deeper taste of her own son, she helped that seed to grow, and with a pawful of his nearly erect shaft to guide him closer, it started to flower before all of a minute had passed.

Holy shit...mom...

The words stayed in Fenil's mind, but the sound tried to escape in a muffled "Mnnn..." as Vania did something to her son that no one had ever made him do before: moaning without conscious thought to do so. It could have been that the act was so taboo that his mind couldn't handle it, or the fact that his mother, in her experience, knew how to kiss better than any other female he'd known before, but whatever it was, Vania had her son gasping like a porn star as she held him on a string, knowing that he was fully behind her idea at this point. There was no need to take things slowly for him; she wanted his first time to be special, but there were plenty of ways for her to ensure that.

"Fenil..." Vania managed to whisper, as she pulled her tongue back into her own muzzle, appreciating the flavor of her son's saliva, "You kiss very well for such a young man...but you know nothing of how to touch a woman. It's time I taught you something that you should have known about years ago..."

The entire time, the pair had been standing right in the front door of the house. Vania's husband wasn't due home for a few hours regardless, but even if he'd come in the door right then, the dragoness wouldn't have stopped her crusade. The punishment and sexual education of her son was now her first priority, and it wasn't going to happen on the tiles of a mud room. Instead, she released her son's covered member and gripped him tightly by the paw, yanking him away from the door and leading him down the split level stairs, into the basement...right to the plain, neutral colored guest room. It was an educated choice: she wanted her son to remember the moment for who it was with, not for the trinkets on the desk, or the paint color on the wall, or television in the corner.

Sex was supposed to be about the partner. Not about the room they lived in.

There was a quiet click as Vania locked the door behind them...and immediately started stripping herself naked. She only ever wore tank tops and yoga pants around the house, providing all of the knowledge Fenil could ever need about the body underneath, but there was still a rush that was beyond his words as his own mother tossed her black tank top to the carpeted floor and started to unhook the matching black bra underneath.

"You're in luck, my son...my breasts are always so sensitive to the touch, and unlike most girls, I don't think you'll have any trouble finding my clit..."

Fenil nearly choked on his mother's words as he tried to find his own. "Y-y-your clit?!"

"We're not just playing kissing cousins here, Fenil...you're going to fuck your mother, and I have a feeling you're going to like it...now get take your clothes off. We'll have plenty of chances to take things slow in the future, but right now, mommy just needs a good, hard fuck...and you need to be punished."

No matter how fully he had accepted his fate, Fenil was still in complete and total shock as his mother released her breasts to the open air with a sigh of content. She was facing away, and the royal blue webbing of her wings prevented a show, but he could just imagine the perky nipples on the other side of her...and knowing what the bargain would be, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His pawtips fumbled as they struggled with each tiny button, and his forehead beaded with sweat as he tried to pick up the pace, as if there was an ethereal timer in his mind which, at the end, his mother would just turn around and shred the fabric from his body. Much to his surprise, however, she waited, looking back over her shoulder with a teasing smile as her tail lifted...and she started to tug her pants down.

"Ah ah ah... I didn't say you could stop undressing, Fenil...you can watch, but those pants had better come off..."

It was so weird for Fenil to think of his mother as a tease, but there was no doubt in the fact. Her yoga pants, black as her tank top, were covering up a pair of bright, pink panties, bikini cut. Fenil could feel his lips even starting to tremble as he shrugged his shirt off with a nervous, shaky body, one that he couldn't control as he barely managed to unbuckle his own jeans. He was so nervous that his paws literally froze upon the button to his pants...and Vania, believing in fairness, stopped her show at her panties. The strain of denim against a throbbing erection was borderline painful for Fenil, who couldn't remember ever being so hard, and his mother only made it worse as she turned to face him, sporting stiff, perky nipples that were just barely brighter blue than the rest of her scales.

"I...I..."

Vania simply giggled at her inexperienced son. "So...this is how it always happens, I bet. A girl is so horny she can't help herself around you...but then you hesitate here and shut down on them."

It was as if Vania had been watching every sexual encounter Fenil had ever been through.

"But those girls don't have the experience I do...they expect you to do all the work...spoiled little brats that they are," Vania continued. "I can get you over this hill, Fenil...let your mother guide you down the path to manhood...and whatever I say to do, just do it...I promise that you'll love every second of it."

Fenil felt as though he were stuck in a time loop, but in the next moment, Vania finally freed him from it. It was a moment that he knew he would never forget...the first time he'd ever felt a pair of nude breasts against his own chest as Vania approached him, the first time he'd ever had a girl unbutton his pants for him and yank them down...the first time he was able to feel the warmth of a lustful woman against his manhood, even if both were still covered, as Vania rubbed her panties against the exposed, precum soaked surface of his tented boxers.

"You don't have to fight it..." Vania said, finally letting out a quiet, pleasured moan herself. "Ahh... it feels good, doesn't it, son?"

To Fenil, it didn't just feel good.

It felt amazing. It felt heavenly.

"M-mother..." he tried to speak, though soft, pitiful moans escaped his lips instead as his body, unable to stop trembling, clung to her once again, this time in need of sexual guidance. Shaking paws held onto her bare back as Fenil held still, letting his mother control the pace, the action, literally every move from start to finish. Even if he wanted to back out now, he knew there was no escape...but every scrap of resistance was gone from his body.

"That's r-right," Vania confirmed, as if Fenil really had forgotten the truth. "I'm your mother...and I'm gonna fuck you..."

There was a quiet, desperate moan from Vania as she slowly pulled her hips back and gripped the boxers that covered Fenil. They were useless to her, and she discarded them, yanking them down and leaving her son's exotic cock, blue flesh marbled with white, exposed to her devices. Believing in fairness, even then, she made a quick show of hooking her thumbs into the hips of her panties and gently shaking her rump as she pulled them down to her thighs, just enough for her son to see how wet she'd become...webbing from her liquid arousal was stuck to the pink fabric, even as it finally reached the floor.

"I can't wait much longer," Vania admitted, though she was still determined to make a lesson out of the experience. "You're going to work your mommy's clit and bring her to the edge...and when I say so, you're going to fuck me...hard...and bare."

Fenil had a small box of condoms hidden in his room, though they'd proved useless in his life, until now. He never quite liked the feeling of them, though he was happily ready to pay that price to finally have sex.

It turned out that he wouldn't have to pay up, after all.

WHUMP! Fenil found out firsthand just how strong his mother really was, as she gripped him under the armpits and tossed him easily into the guest bed. He scarcely had time to react to the feeling before he could feel the sheets ruffling up under his wings, and in a flash, the sexual goddess that was his mother was on top of him, not straddling his hips, but his chest and neck, instead. There, up close, Fenil had an excellent view of the brightest blue shade he'd ever seen, bordering on teal and white blended together...the shade of his mother's womanhood. Her delicate, pouting labia rested against the scales of his chest, leaking her desire directly upon them as Fenil saw something that he'd rarely ever seen, even in the porn that he watched on a nightly basis: an oversize clitoris. It wasn't weird or gross to him, however, but a beautiful part of his mother's already gorgeous womanhood. He wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

"Sorry to be so rough with you, but time is of the essence, Fenil, and you've got a lot to learn...that cute little nub is my clit, and you're going to become very good friends with it," Vania explained. "It's every bit as sensitive as your friends have ever joked about, and lucky for you, you don't have to try to find mine...it's right there, waiting for you...waiting for your pawtips, your tongue, anything you want to use on it. Just start gently, and let your instincts guide you...if you're truly my son, you'll catch on quick..."

The onus of performance was a weight that Fenil was slowly learning to bear, and the fact that his mother wouldn't move from his chest gave the moment a finality that even he could appreciate. Even under her weight, he still trembled, but slowly, he reached his right paw forward, each digit shaking with anticipation, until it came to rest on the warm, wet flesh of her clit...and he gave it the quickest, tiniest little rub with one pawtip. The moment he did, he felt his mother lean back, pushing her breasts out and arching her body...all so she could reach back and grip his cock with a paw.

"Good boy...every time you do something right, I'll reward you with a touch of my own..."

Vania was content to be a lot of firsts for Fenil, and this was the first bare pawjob that he'd ever gotten. Vania actually found herself rumbling with surprise and delight as she felt the exotic ridges that bordered the underside of her son's cock, and the same tiny bumps that bordered the entire base of his shaft. The very tip had such textures as well, and a slightly flared tip that told Vania ahead of time just how unique of a fuck her son would be. It added to her excitement as he caught on, his thumb pressing up to her oversize clit and slowly circling over it, using her own lubricants to keep everything moving smoothly.

A couple gentle, teasing strokes of his cock told Fenil that he was headed in the right direction, and the pair was suddenly sharing a blissful pleasure that couldn't have come from anyone else.

"OooohGod... Mom...no one has ever done that...it...it feels so good!" Fenil cried out, praising his own mother for her sexual prowess as she worked his precum into his shaft, her pawtips squeezing at the base with each pass. They relaxed at the very tip, giving it a quick rub to gather more of the overflowing precum, just to work it back into his marbled flesh, getting it prepared for something much more exciting than a quick paw. " Damn! You're...so good at this..."

"Boys used to dream about the chance to sleep with your mother," Vania told her son, as she slowly worked her paw back to the top of his cock. He was getting bolder as they moved along, and finally, the moment she'd been waiting for came, as her son leaned his head forward and tasted a woman for the first time. His long, draconic tongue swirled around her clit with intent to please, and gathered up her fruitful juices in the process, enlightening him to a world he'd never dreamed of...and he was only halfway down the rabbit hole. " YES! F-Fenil...that's it, baby! Lick your mommy's clit! Lick it!"

Fenil was sloppy, his technique was unpolished, and his tongue occasionally missed the mark...but when it hit, it hit just right, and what the boy lacked in technique, he more than made up for in the passionate lust he felt for his own mother. Vania couldn't help moving forward and pressing the whole of her sex on her son's muzzle, even if just for a moment, to completely soak his face in her juices and mark him as her own sexual prey, and in the moment she did, she howled in delight to the ceiling, almost wishing that her husband would walk in the door so he could hear what it should sound like when a woman was close to getting off. Muffling out the cries of delight from her son, Vania gently bucked on his muzzle for the better part of ten seconds, only long enough that she'd get her fix, and he wouldn't run out of breath.

For Fenil, it was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to him, and the strongest display of desire for him that anyone had ever shown. Even if it was from the woman who gave birth to him, even if it was wrong...

He'd never been more turned on in his life.

"Your punishment is over..." Vania muttered, her voice low and thick with lust as she pushed her paws down on either side of her son and freed his muzzle from its duties. Webs of wet, liquid arousal still stuck to his long, snake-like tongue as Vania lowered herself back, but even in that moment, she could see a new clarity in his eyes...he wasn't a man reborn, nothing that excessive...but she could see that he was truly ready for what he was about to experience...truly ready to be taught the ways of intercourse by his own mother.

The way they'd been teasing each other, Vania knew it would be quick. That was her only regret in the moment as she straddled Fenil's hips and grabbed his wrists. She brought his paws to the supple, perfect curve of her rump, shaped by years and years of vigorous training, and forced him to squeeze her there. The younger, male dragon could feel his own mother sliding the wet folds of her exotic sex against the ridges on the underside of his cock, treating him as a sex toy for the moment, simply daring him to be a man and push her body up a little bit, just enough for the tip to weasel inside of her.

Do it, Fenil...show me your strength, my son...

It was faint. It was light, at least at first...but then, there came a tight grip upon Vania's backside, and just enough of a lift upwards that she was willing to help her son inside. She wanted him to give that signal...just that little motion to show how much he truly wanted her.

It was a minuscule action compared to the sudden feeling of warm, tight moisture completely enveloping the head of Fenil's cock as his own mother started to rob him of his virginity. It had been ages since she'd taken a man as well endowed as her own son, and she actually halted on the very head of his cock for a moment, letting it spread her inner walls slowly so she could slide all the way down his length, feeling each and every ridge tease her outer lips as it passed inside of her.

Vania knew it was a miracle she didn't climax just from that one, slow thrust.

"C-con...congratulations, my son..." Vania whispered through a rattled voice, as she reached a paw up to tease one of her own breasts. Her eyes were completely glazed over with lust as she admired her downright gorgeous offspring, and any thoughts of taboo turned to thoughts of pride that she was the first to feel such a perfect cock inside of her.

She was his at birth, and she'd finally come around to make her rightful claim.

"You're a man, now...in the eyes of society...in the eyes of your own mother... inside of your own mother."

If those words had been uttered the very start, they would have overwhelmed Fenil, who was still left breathless at the gravity of what was happening.

This far in, they only added to a forbidden pleasure, as the younger dragon gave a small, inexperienced buck with his hips, throwing caution to the wind and thinking of nothing but the dragoness that started to slowly bounce on his cock, just like she'd planned it.

"You're mine..." Vania groaned, finding her son to be a nearly perfect fit for her vaginal walls as she started to adjust to his size. His ridges, however...she just couldn't adjust to, and that was a very, very good thing. They kept the playing field even as both partners, already teased near to orgasm, wished that the experience would carry on into the late hours of the night, instead of only into the virgin thrusts of a sexual voyage.

"A-all yours, mother..."

Vania grinned like a demon as she pushed her hips down harder, bouncing on her son and letting her rump fall upon his sack with each thrust, making sure to get every inch of his cock inside, each time that she could. "A-again, baby...say it again!"

"I'm all yours, mother..."

Fenil started moving his hips faster as his excitement got the better of him, but he was almost unable to reconcile his body with feeling such a strong pleasure. It was far beyond anything he'd ever imagined, and that was actually adding to his endurance, rather than bringing him a quick ending.

That being said, his mother was still fucking him silly, and bringing him to climax more rapidly than he could ever on his own.

" Louder!"

Each and every plea from Vania pushed Fenil closer to that edge, as taboo was now nothing more than an aphrodisiac. "Ooh...ooh God! M-mom...I'm all yours, m-mother! Fuck! I c-can't-

"Then don't!" Vania ordered, letting her hips move freely now as she gave into abandon, knowing that she was teetering on the edge, herself. "Fill me up, son! Fuck your mother and fill her up with 20 years of virgin cum!"

Fenil had no idea that he was such a mental lover until his mother literally tapped into it with her body and her words, and everything about this moment was such a turn on that he could have climaxed without being touched.

With a tight, soaking wet passage squeezing at his cock in multiple places, it was simply unfair.

" MOM! Y-yes! I'm cumming! Fenil cried out, his paws and claws digging into the soft scales of his mother's rear so tightly that she knew he'd be leaving marks she would have to explain...and she didn't care. She cared only about the sudden, gushing flow of cum that filled her womanhood, spilling into the same womb that Fenil had come from 20 years earlier until it was full to bursting. His virginity was gone, and along with it, his first sexual climax, as his sack contracted onto his testes like he'd never felt before, milking thick, sticky semen from his body in quantities he didn't know were possible. The excess was drooling down and out of her body, right back onto her son's sack and into the covers as her body trembled, her inner walls fluttered, and she followed suit with her son.

It was the strongest, most memorable climax of her life, to that date. "F-Fenil! Yes... yes! Make mommy cum, baby... f-fuck!" she ordered him, and even as her voice wavered with orgasmic delight, she held authority over the younger dragon, her quivering inner muscles milking every last drop out of her son as she finally brought her hips to rest, not wanting to waste a drop of his seed...she was greedy. She wanted to feel all of it swimming around inside of her cunt...finally putting out the fires of lust that burned so brightly within her, at least, for the moment.

Vania knew, regrettably, that her husband would be home within two hours, at most. It was just enough time to get cleaned up, wash the sheets on the guest bed, and lay out the terms of her new relationship with her son to him...

"Fenil..."

"Yes, mom?"

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me to bring you into manhood...any mother should be so lucky to be the first fuck for their son, but...you're still living under my roof, and you're still weaker than me..."

Fenil tilted his head in slight confusion as his mother kept his cock inside of her, but still leaned over on his body to nuzzle into his chest. "...So...?"

"So...I've got some new rules to introduce to you while your father is out of town on his business trip, this weekend..."

Just moments before, Fenil learned just how much his own mother had been lusting after him, and what the consequences of the same would be.

In only two days, he'd learn more about his mother than he'd ever wanted to before.