Late Night Programming
Stuck out in his estranged mom's West Virginia home, Caleb is pent up and on edge. Little does he know that sneaking out to view some late night cable-tv porn will drastically change both his and his mother's minds...
"Caleb...fuck me Caleb..."
Blinking in and out of sleep, Caleb Williams' dreams were half-formed and muddled. They all involved Clara, of course. His sexy classmate giggled and begged as he felt her up, teasing her nipples and slipping his fingers beneath her panties as the scenery swirled around them. One moment they were in his dorm, the next in the back of their classroom, the next-
A bump in the road shook Caleb awake. Back in the waking world, he was seated in an unpleasant smelling PupEcon bus, bumping and hissing through a pitch-black night. The young cougar was at least relieved that most of his fellow passengers had thinned out over the course of the night, leaving only a couple of scattered lonely travelers sleeping several rows away. Caleb rubbed his sore neck, wishing he could ease the stiffness in his pants that his sleep had brought him. The past few days had been far too hectic for him to get off, and he couldn't wait for the enclosed, quiet room that awaited him at the end of this journey. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to force himself back to sleep.
As if sensing him slipping into comfort, the bus jerked him awake again, this time hissing to a stop. Outside of the window beside him, Caleb saw an illuminated station sign beside a completely deserted platform. In the nearby parking lot, a single pair of headlights waited in the dark.
"Two fucking months out here." Caleb grumbled to himself. With a deep breath, the young cougar rose to his aching feet. He looked rough and felt worse - he hadn't changed clothes in a day and a half, his fur was tousled and sweaty, and his eyes burned with lack of sleep. Taking a clumsy step down from the bus, almost losing the duffel bag slung around his shoulder, Caleb waved to the single station wagon idling in the nearby parking lot.
Already striding towards him with her arms outstretched was Caleb's mother, Angie. A cougar in her mid-40s, her manner of dress was as sharp as any other time of day. Which was to say she looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Her short hair was wrapped in one of her old bandannas, and her wrinkled pajama pants and loose-fitting tank top was a combo Caleb had seen all too often when visiting her in the past. Caleb grimaced as his mom gripped him in a tight hug. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Hey, kid," Angie ruffled her son's head fur while he returned her embrace no longer than he had to. "Wish I could say I'm surprised your dad didn't give you a key but, eh. That's him."
Caleb didn't respond, but he knew his mom wasn't wrong. When a panic attack had sent Caleb on a one-way bus ride home to Worcester a few days ago, the most he got from his father was a drunken call from a bar in Tokyo, meandering between apologizing for not giving his son a spare key and lecturing him on how he should "just stick with college for just a little longer". Neither of these platitudes were helpful, and his dad only really seemed to start giving a shit when Caleb offered to break in through the living room window.
And so his dad ended up paying for another bus ticket, all the way down to West Virginia. Caleb hadn't stayed with his mom since he'd turned 18 a year or so ago, and while the thought of spending not just a weekend but a few months in her cramped mobile home wouldn't have been his fifth choice, he preferred just about anything to returning to his nightmare of a dorm room.
"Yeah. That's him." Caleb grimaced as he patted his mother on the back, relieved that she took the hint to let go.
"You hungry at all?" Angie asked as the two trod back to her running station wagon. "I, uh, got a few things in the freezer that I can heat up-"
"Mom, I just need to sleep." Caleb huffed as he heaved his duffel into the back seat. Noticing the raised eyebrow he was getting from his mother, he sighed and corrected himself. "Thank you. Sorry. It's just been a long couple of days."
"You're welcome." Angie said in a lilting tone, one Caleb knew was accompanying a roll of her eyes. "Let's get you to bed, then."
The sound of tires over the bumpy dirt road was all that filled the silence between Caleb and Angie as she drove. Despite his attempts to stare off into the darkness outside, Caleb couldn't help but notice his mom giving him concerned looks, opening and then closing her mouth a few times, searching for the right words to start a conversation with but never quite finding them. Relenting, the older cougar sighed softly, putting the classic rock station on and cranking the volume knob. She didn't even fight him when Caleb turned it back down to a reasonable level.
It wasn't that Caleb hated his mom. He knew she was trying, and that her efforts to be a caring parent had been historically clumsy at best. But that was also the problem. Ever since he was a cub, Caleb's relationship with his mother felt like it was always at arm's length. It was no secret that Angie resented her babydaddy's wealth, a feeling that Caleb would bear the brunt of over the many weekend visits he'd spent with her. Everything from the clothes his father had bought him, to the arcade games he would talk about when she asked him about his interests, to any manner of innocuous details of his home life up north would spur a snide comment about "that fancy suburb of yours". He never knew what to say, even after she would apologize and insist that it wasn't about him.
Eventually, Caleb stopped trying. He would carry on superficial conversations with his mother when he had to, going along with her seemingly never-ending list of chores to do around the house, counting down the hours until he could hop on a plane back to civilization.
Taking a sidelong glance at Angie, Caleb felt a pang in his heart. The tawny fur on her face had gotten a little grayer since the last time he'd seen her, and her eyes had a tired look in them that he'd never seen before. It hurt, and not knowing what to say to ease the worry on her face only hurt more.
And it hurt to know that at the same time, he didn't feel too bad for her. She hadn't tried very hard to be a mother when it counted, going about her routines more or less unchanged, just with an extra pair of hands that she could order around every other weekend.
There were also just some things about her that Caleb was never able to properly express. Angie always had a penchant for loose fitting clothes, showing just enough extra body fur in her day-to-day that only made the boy feel more embarrassed the deeper he'd ventured into puberty. And, of course, the deodorant thing. Angie patently refused to wear deodorant, a fact that Caleb had gotten an earful about during a visit long ago. Sure, she didn't have a lot of money and "wasn't ashamed of her body like the commercials say I should be", but being in her car with the windows up almost felt like she was shoving his face in it. Tonight was no exception. Two months, he thought to himself, before closing his eyes and trying to shut out an earful of hollering hair metal and a noseful of his mother's musk.
He dreamt of Clara again. When he woke, boner straining against his pants yet again, he could remember just one bashfully whispered line-
"You smell like my mom."
--
Caleb hardly remembered his short walk from Angie's car to the spare bed. When he woke next, the clock radio beside his bed read 9:55 AM. Sunlight streamed through the old curtains in the spare room, and he could hear the clinking and cluttering of his mom organizing the kitchen through the thin walls.
Having stripped into his boxers before passing out, the tent in the cougar's underwear was prominent. Caleb didn't waste any time. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he closed his eyes and thought about Clara. His gentle strokes quickly became fast pumps, moaning softly as he imagined the girl pulling her panties aside, inviting him to come to her. Her bare tits would bounce with his thrusts as she moaned wildly, yes, right there, fuck me Caleb...
Caleb felt it building, his shaft tensing. Thinking of Clara's voice, panting and grunting in ecstasy, begging him to cum. The cougar muttered to his imaginary Clara as he bucked hard into his hand, "you want me to cum in you? You want me to...nnff to knock you up? Ohh fuck I'm so close I'm so-"
"UP AND AT 'EM CAL!" Angie's shout from the other side of the door was accompanied by five rapid knocks. Caleb's hand flew from his cock, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over his shoulders in one fluid motion. Just in time too, as his mother burst through the door and immediately began rifling through the spare room's closet. "I let you sleep in this morning 'cause you were up late, but you're not getting so lucky tomorrow, got it? Skipped my damn yoga and now I'm all stiff, ugh."
"Mom, please, I'm exhausted," Caleb put extra gravel in his voice, selling the just-woke-up delirium as best he could. "I just need another hour, please?"
The older cougar sighed. "No. I need you working the garden with me after my yoga's done, otherwise it'll get way too damn hot. Get your ass out of bed and have some breakfast so we can get moving."
"God dammit, mom." Caleb grumbled, rising slowly. Angie had left the spare room's door wide open, forcing the still erect cougar to quickly shuffle off of the mattress and into the corner to put on an uncomfortably tight pair of jeans.
Breakfast was a pot of cold oatmeal, warmed in the microwave along with some instant coffee. The cougar took his time, languidly spooning oats into his mouth as his eyes kept drifting over the kitchen counter into the small living room. When he could see past his mom, bending and stretching and struggling to keep her balance, the yoga instructor on the TV proved easy on the eyes. She was a snow leopard, her fluffy silver fur poking out of her tight gymwear around her thighs and armpits. Her voice was gentle and hypnotic, and as she effortlessly stretched and contorted herself, there were more than a few times her clothing stretched thin over her sex, leaving nothing to the imagination. Caleb's cock stirred, wishing he could bury his snout in her barely clothed pussy. Wishing he could hear her gentle voice, muffled by silver-furred thighs over his ears.
And then, the credits rolled and his mom swiftly rose into view, her sweat-drenched tank top a sudden shift from the picture-perfect snow leopard. Averting his gaze, the young cougar tried to think of anything to make his boner go down. Baseball. Sitting in chemistry, lessons on atomic bonds. Clara sitting in front of him. Occasionally shifting in her spaghetti-strap dress.
"You done yet? Come on, sunlight's a-wasting."
Caleb grumbled, biting his lip as he stood. Gathering his dishes, he piled them all in the sink, knowing it would likely be him cleaning the whole sink out later anyhow. On the counter, sitting atop a pile of unopened bills and outdoorsy magazines, a bright red piece of mail caught Caleb's eye. The bold, threatening text read:
"** What are YOU doing to help West Virginia's birthrate crisis?**
Governor Timothy J. Henson's office is here to remind you of the family planning services available for all West Virginians:
Statewide Surrogate Registry - Help others make a difference!
Faith-based Matchmaking Events - Find the one for you!
Behavioral Correction for Pornography Addicts - Ensuring everyone does their part!
...and much more!"
"What the hell is this?" Caleb asked as his mother passed by, grabbing a pile of gardening tools from a nearby cabinet. Angie rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, just the politicians around here being nuts. They spend so much damn money begging everyone to have more kids, but they'll jump off a bridge before they raise the minimum wage around here, I swear."
"Gross." Caleb snorted. "And 'Faith-based Matchmaking Events' sounds so up your alley, too."
"Shut up." Angie gave him a playful smack on the shoulder, a moment that gave Caleb a genuine smile before another wave of his mother's post-yoga sweat hit him in the nostrils. Almost reflexively, thoughts of the worked-up snow leopard from Angie's tapes crashed through his mind, his cock beginning to pulse at the thought of burying his face in her horny scent, driving her calm, collected voice into a desperate frenzy with his tongue.
"Oh god, oh god." Caleb muttered to himself, forcing himself to not think too hard about being turned on by how his sweaty mom smelled. With any luck, gardening wouldn't take too long, and he'd get some time to take care of himself before he went completely crazy.
--
"G'night, Cal! Remember, up and at 'em at 7 this time, all right?"
Caleb collapsed on the spare bed, his legs about to turn to jelly. Gardening had barely been the start of the day - after two hours of mulching, digging, pruning and watering, Angie made it clear that she had no intention of slowing down. There was fencing and siding to be washed, vacuuming and scrubbing of toilets and sinks, touch-ups in spots of the house where the painting was chipped - Caleb barely had five minutes to catch his breath, let alone beat his meat.
And now his mom was in the living room, belly laughing at prime time sitcoms and enjoying one of the cold beers she had denied him access to, even though he was barely 2 years shy of the legal drinking age. Though he was finally alone again, no amount of imagination or ear-plugging could drown out the ugly laughter and canned applause blowing through the paper-thin walls. Caleb took a small comfort in knowing that Angie's schedule seemed to be as rigid as always, and she would likely be in bed soon.
He would just have to wait her out.
--
Caleb woke, stirring from a sleep that had flawlessly snuck up on him. The clock radio read 1:45 AM. He cursed under his breath, then paused - steady rhythmic snoring was coming from his mom's room.
She was out cold. His chance had finally come.
Creeping from the spare room in nothing but his boxers, Caleb took a cautious glance into his mom's bedroom. The door was wide open, and the older cougar was laying on her back, snout open as she snored with the grace of a construction site. Softly closing the door, Caleb rolled his eyes as he gently padded to the couch.
The TV was an old thing, probably on its last legs, but Caleb knew all too well that his mom wouldn't replace something that worked well enough for her unless it exploded. Flopping back on the well-worn couch, Caleb mashed the channel up button until driveling late-night programming turned to static. Pleading to the cable box as he ascended higher through the channel numbers, the impatient cougar was about to lose hope.
And then, in perfect clarity, a large pair of cream-furred tits were bouncing on the screen. Caleb wasted no time, pulling the waistband of his boxers down to tend to his semi-hard cock. The camera pulled back, showing a fluffy leopard girl kneeling bare between two very close, very erect stallions. The horses pressed their cocks against her, one squishing his flare into the girl's nipple while the other thrust crudely against her cheek fur.
"I want you, mommy," One of the stallions grunted in her ear, the leopard grinning with her lips on his cohort's cock. "I don't think I can hold back anymore..."
Caleb was hardly able to contain himself at the taboo scenario, the tempo of his strokes picking up quickly. There was a droplet of horse cum smeared on the leopard's cheek, and seeing her sensually lick it up only made the cougar pump harder.
"Then take me, baby...be a good boy and give mommy all your love..." The leopard leaned back, spreading her glistening pink pussy for the camera.
Caleb couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten. There was no way something like this would have been unscrambled on purpose. The thought didn't stay in his head for long as he watched the stallion's thick flare thrusting into the leopard's dripping pussy, hardly giving any resistance as it stretched the horny cat wide.
Feeling the pent-up orgasm building deep in his balls and the base of his shaft, Caleb couldn't help but let out a small grunt of pleasure. Whether it was this hot, taboo scene playing out before him or just the restraint he'd needed for the past three days, it was clear that the cougar's climax was going to be big. The onscreen leopard, moaning and gasping as horse cock plunged into her, kept cooing encouragement to the screen, to her stallions, to Caleb himself. "You can do it, baby...fill your momma up with your love...let it all out..."
"M-mommy..." Caleb panted, lost in his fantasy, so close to release that he didn't notice the sound of a door opening from the hallway. "I'm gonna, ohhh god I'm gonna cum in you, mommy..."
"What the hell are you...oh my god, CALEB!"
Caleb barely managed to cover up his erection as his mother stormed in, not that it helped. The leopard on TV yowled as her pussy flooded with horse cum, the stallion grunting "take it, mommy, take it!" as his fellow stallion spurted his hot load all over her face and tits. Before Caleb's eyes was a thoroughly fucked leopard milf, her thighs and face dripping with pints of equine seed while his actual mother glowered at him beside the TV set.
"I, I can't...Jesus Christ, Caleb," Angie was at an absolute loss for words. If not for the crushing embarrassment, the older cougar's half-asleep stammering would have been hilarious. After a few false starts, however, his sleepy mother found her fire again. "Would it kill you to do that in your room? Or the bathroom, for Christ's sake? Does your father just let you..."
Desperate to look anywhere but his mother's eyes, a sudden bright flash and trilling tone from the TV screen grabbed Caleb's attention. Gone was the cum-spattered leopard, replaced with a shifting set of melding patterns and colors, never staying the same, twisting inward and folding on themselves. Though Angie seemed too busy ranting to notice, something in the deluge of color and sound seemed to reach out and touch Caleb, demanding his unwavering attention.
Something suddenly felt very wrong.
"M...mom...I..." Caleb stammered, the patterns gently guiding his eyes back to the center of the screen with each vain attempt to avert his eyes. He should have been panicking. He didn't know why he wasn't panicking. He should have been yelling back at his mom, covering up, running to the spare room and slamming the door.
But the cougar's hands merely slipped to his sides as the patterns pulled him deeper. Each ripple of color seemed to pulse from the screen, through the air, through his skull like a warm gust of wind. Angie was yelling, and Caleb could only observe with a subdued curiosity that he couldn't understand what she was saying.
"Ah. Mm...maah..." Caleb couldn't understand what he was trying to say either. The colors pulsed through him, and it felt so nice. So relaxing. Through the thick fog in his thoughts, he weakly lifted his hand, pointing to the screen. He needed to look. He needed his mom to look.
"Caleb, give me a goddamn answer! I'm not looking at that...filth...what is...?" Angie followed her son's gesture, and soon her words faltered as well. "Why'zit...doing...that...?
The colors pulsed again, deeper, and both mother and son grunted as a wave of pleasure washed over them. Angie's hand wandered to the crotch of her pajama pants. "I can't...Caleb, why...can't I look away?"
"I don't...know...? I can't...I..." Caleb's hand had returned to his cock, though whether it was of his own volition he neither knew nor cared. The patterns curled into him, in his eyes and in his head, the only things he knew how to care about.
"Attention. Attention." A robotic voice on the TV spoke, accompanied by another trilling tone. The patterns grew sharper, directing their lazily drifting gazes to a single point in the center of the screen. Scrolling captions in white drifted across the screen, their message skipping past the dazed, masturbating cougars' conscious minds and settling on a far deeper, imperative level.
"Due to low birthrate in the following counties: Fayette, Kanawha, Putnam, Cabell. The Emergency Fertility Initiative has been enacted in your area. Consumers of late night pornography have been targeted for immediate correction. Look at the screen. Relax."
"What's...Caleb what's ha, AAHppening...?" Angie had buried her hand beneath her waistband, brushing her slick clit and drawing audible groans from her throat. The patterns guided her, making her swirl her fingers over her labia and grind her hips deep against her own touch.
"Look at the screen. Relax. Breed."
The robotic voice repeated its message, each pulse of color making Caleb grip his shaft tighter and Angie push her fingers in deeper.
"Relax. Surrender. Breed." The robotic voice droned over a disjointed chorus of soft groans and panting breaths. The patterns steadily grew simpler, slowing their pace as Caleb and Angie's hands fell limp again, both aching to touch themselves more but left unable, the patterns and colors that guided their hands fading away.
"Viewers will enact breeding duty upon conclusion. Viewers will forget this message." The patterns collapsed into a single black dot on the screen. "Message concludes. Breed."
With one final trilling beep accompanying the final directive, the screen went black.
Caleb felt like he'd woken up from a bad nap. His head spun, and he felt a cold trickle of drool on the side of his muzzle. His mom was stumbling to her feet, pulling one slick hand out of her pajama pants, clutching her head with the other.
"Caleb, wh...shit, what was I saying?" Angie faced her son, her eyes sleepy and glazed. Caleb's hands were clumsy, hardly able to grip the fabric of his boxers to hide his exposed cock, slowing even further as he noticed the wet patch soaking the crotch of Angie's pajama pants. As his mom stumbled towards him, Caleb felt his face flush as a powerful wave of her feminine musk washed over his nose. He had to say something, needed to move away, but couldn't. All he could do was look at his mom - her clothes ruffled and showing bits of her creamy fur on the side of her tits, her waistband slipping and a thick tuft of crotch fur peeking out, all while helplessly taking deep breaths of the thick scent of her arousal.
"Listen, I'm not...I'm not mad, okay? I...I know how it is for boys yer age." Angie attempted to sit next to her son so ungracefully she may as well have fallen over. Before he could formulate a word, Caleb gasped as he felt warm, wet fingers wrap gently around his shaft. "It's just, courte...curtes...not nice? What's the, word...?"
"M-mom, wait..." Caleb bit his lip, the faltering in his mom's words coinciding with a steady, practiced pumping motion. Any further attempt at words crumbled under the skilled touch of his mother, her hand slick with her own juices, rubbing from the base of his cock to the tip of his glans. The young cougar was putty in Angie's hands, throwing his head back as he moaned, hardly able to resist bucking his hips into his mom's grip.
"It's just not, nnnot..." Angie slumped forward with each pump of her fist, her snout drifting to the warm, thick shaft she couldn't stop stroking. Caleb whimpered, feeling his mom's deep breaths washing over his crotch, only making him harder as it became clear she liked what she smelled.
"Not...fair to...keep it to yourself...?" Angie sounded confused, unsure of the words coming from her mouth. Her mouth, open and panting, closer than she could have ever imagined to her own son's needy boner. The light of the TV static reflected off of her juices, making the flesh of his cock shine as he shifted his cock back and forth in her tender grasp. A bead of glistening precum had formed at his tip, and the older cougar felt her jaw fall open further, her tongue at the edge of her lips and begging to taste the nectar her boy squirmed with need to release. She whispered, feeling the warmth of his skin just inches from her lips, "Caleb I don't...know what I'm saying--"
Angie's words fell into a tongue-out, mouth-filled moan as she engulfed her son's cockhead in her maw, tasting the rich pre that built along with Caleb's mounting pleasure. The boy clenched his hands at the couch cushions under him, transfixed and agape at his mother slathering her lips and tongue all over his erect, aching cock.
Caleb felt it building in the base of his shaft. He was going to cum, and if he didn't stop, it was going to be all over his mother's maw. That distant part of his brain that had felt powerless, wondering why all of this felt so wrong, barely gave him the wherewithal to lift a finger as his mother had gone down on him. Feeling a sudden flash of the commanding colors in his head, Caleb's hands pulled Angie back with a sense of urgency.
"Ahn...Caleb...?" The sight of Angie's half-lidded eyes and tongue dripping with saliva stirred Caleb's already boiling lust. Sleepily, he realized he had been so close to cumming. He wanted it so bad, but couldn't do it just yet. Couldn't waste his seed, even in his mom's tender maw. That little resistant part in his brain was scrambling to keep up. His hands were on either side of his cock-drunk mother's head, and looking down her loose-fitting tank top, he could see a bit of her erect dark-skinned nipple poking out amidst her cream-colored fur.
His fingers drifted down Angie's neck and across her shoulders. She moaned at his touch, and as his hands slipped just under the neck of her tank, Caleb wondered through his haze - how long? How long since his mom had been touched like this? He'd never known her to be very outgoing, preferring to stay in her own little 600-square-foot world. He never recalled any talks of men, or anyone she was interested in.
Judging by the excited gasps that burst from her at his touch, it had been quite a while. Her nipples were so big, so stiff under his gentle touch. He kneaded his mother's breast like a hungry kitten, the sounds of her breathless pleasure spurring him on, pulling his body closer to hers as she laid back on the couch. Slipping her full, creamy-furred breast out from the tank, Caleb pressed his snout into her soft flesh, the warm, fuzzy sensations enveloping his nose and lips as he suckled, hungrily lapping at his mother's teat.
It felt amazing. Angie - his mother - moaned with delight as he took her erect nipples into his mouth. Tasting her flesh, kneading her soft coat and softer bosoms and growing so, achingly hard from it all.
A dim shock of awareness drew Caleb's face back from Angie's barely-clothed tits. He locked eyes with his panting mother, watching her chest rise and fall at an excited, delirious tempo. The smell of Angie's arousal, already dampening the crotch of her pants by her own hand, was so thick. Every breath of his mom's pussy filled his head like helium, pushing out just about everything but the desire to take another, indulgent sniff.
"Mom, we n-need to stop..." Caleb stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His cock was so stiff, suspended just above his mom's thigh. He couldn't stop greedily huffing Angie's horny scent, so thick and strong and good. "S-something happened and it's making us act weird...
"I don't want to stop," Caleb huffed, clenching the couch cushion beside him to try and resist lowering his hips back against his mother. "I'm scared, mom. Why...why don't I want to stop...?"
In response, Angie slipped a finger under her pajamas, slowly revealing more fur than even Caleb had seen before. Surrounded by the creamy white fur of her underbelly, her thick pubic fur was a dark brown bush, fluffy and wet with excitement. Angie's sex drooled in full display, washing over Caleb's disorganized thoughts with a powerful wave of her musk
"Don't...stop..." Angie panted, reaching up and dragging a forefinger along the tip of his shaft. Caleb whined, pushing hard against her touch and smearing her finger with precum. With that same finger, Angie gently spread her labia, letting her son's dripping excitement mingle with hers. She looked him in the eye, nothing but desperation and base need showing in her horny face, "Don't wanna...stop..."
With those words, the pull Caleb had been struggling against became irresistible. Slowly he sank, drinking deeply of his mother's horny musk as every inch of resistance, every jumbled piece of the voice telling him this was wrong, bent and snapped like fibers in an old tree.
And when the tip of his cock brushed Angie's soaked pubic fur, pushing softly into the wet heat of her pussy, Caleb cried out, burying his snout in the crook of his mom's neck. Angie moaned wildly, her tongue and lips unable to cooperate with her mind, lost in the feeling of her son's stiff cock stretching her so wide.
"Mom...oh my god...it feels so good, mom..." Caleb huffed into his mother's neckfur, barely taking the time to feel himself fully hilted before thrusting like an animal in heat. Gripping his hands around Angie's soft hips, the boy lost all semblance of control. He humped at his mother like a sex toy, breathing in her musk and hearing her so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn't think. Using her. Breeding her. Breeding.
Breed.
The word echoed crystal clear in Caleb's muddled mind. Breed. He thrust deeper, shivers sparking through his spine and tail as his mom's pussy clenched, milking the boy's cock. His words became shapeless grunts muffled by Angie's thick coat, her neck, her shoulders, and of course her strong, musky armpits. Burying his snout under his moaning mother's arm, Caleb let out a whimper of delight. Her scent was so thick, so powerful, so hot. How had he not loved this before? She smelled so ready, so mature, far more arousing than...what was her name? That girl...? It didn't matter. His mom's musk surrounded him, making his cock hard and his head empty as he buried himself in hot, wet incestuous ecstasy.
"Mmf, br...breed." The words spilled from Caleb's lips as he rose from Angie's pit, snout damp with sweat and breaths staccato and uneven. Caleb met his mother's glassy, unfocused stare with his own, panting hard into her face. As their moans tangled with one another, Caleb bit his lip, feeling the pleasure and the pressure in his thick shaft building, bigger and more urgent than ever. Only this time, there was nothing holding Caleb back.
"I wanna cum in you, mommy..." Caleb thrust hard as he whimpered, an embarrassed flush in his cheeks even as he was buried balls-deep in his mother. "I wanna...we have...we have to breed, mommy..."
"Br...eed? Breed, w-wait, I..." Her son's thrusting was becoming desperate and rough. Some part of Angie was sleepily trying to protest as she dug her claws into his back, hardly able to resist echoing every time Caleb said "breed". That word meant something, something important and scary and exciting at the same time. Every frantic thrust of her son's stiff cock scrambled her thoughts, making it impossible to hold on to why this was so scary, why she should stop. And above all, the rolling, building need in her drooling cunt was only getting stronger.
"Breed...but I'll get...preg-nant..." Angie sounded out the word, only half-aware of why it made her cheeks flush and her cunt tight. Her head was a typhoon of contradictions - her own boy was huffing in her face, so close to knocking her up, and the last thing she wanted him to do was stop.
"Mommy," Caleb begged, the once surly young man now shakily mewling as he felt the edge approaching. Angie's bleary, trembling touches to her son's chest, dazed attempts to slow him down, to warn him of the approaching point of no return, slipped into caresses of his stiff nipples and pumping teenage muscles. She was soaking wet, drenching Caleb's cock in her musky juices as he ravaged her, his needy pleas making her want to give in and give him everything. "Mommy I'm so close, I need it mommy, please..."
"Oh baby, C-Caleb, I can't stop oh god yes" Angie's heaving breaths spilled into her final attempts at words, but it was too late. The dam was bursting, and there was little Angie could do but hold on to her boy as her cunt throbbed, erupting with pleasure and sending sparks through her brain. "yes yes YES, let it all out in your mommaaaAAAUGH YES!"
Caleb's desperate grunts rose to a fever pitch as he came. Angie convulsed, covering her mouth but unable to quiet her ecstatic cries, gripping her son tight as the young cougar pistoned hard, spurting loads of thick, virile cum deep inside. The boy collapsed into her, his snout buried between his mother's breasts, the snarling grunts that accompanied each pulse of his cock muffled through layers of warm, musky tit fur.
The next few moments were hazy blurs of sensation and release. The slick warmth of Angie's cunt, squeezing as her son emptied his balls one throb at a time. The trembling breaths Caleb took of his mother's heady musk as his orgasm faded into its final blissful twitches. The pair of cougars reveling in the wet heat that coated his cock and dribbled through her pussy fur and squeezing, fluffy thigh fur alike.
Weak and panting, Caleb raised his head, little moans escaping his snout as the last of his load drooled into his mom. The two looked into each other's half-lidded eyes and caught their breaths against each other's placid, hazy smiles.
"M-mom..." The glimmers of consciousness were fighting to the forefront of Caleb's addled mind. The wrongness that had melted away was crawling back, slipping a sense of unease, then terror into the warm embrace Caleb felt from his mother's pussy. "Oh my god, mom, what did we do...what did we...?"
From the look in Angie's eyes, realization was beginning to dawn on her as well. Angie's breath was quickening, feeling the telltale drip of hot fluids down her thighs and remembering all too well how she had just begged her own son to cum inside her. "Caleb, okay, calm down, w-we can figure this out-"
It was only then that she realized her cordless phone was already in her hand, ringing a number she didn't remember dialing. "I...didn't do that..."
A familiar trilling tone played, shooting through the cougars' panic.
"Attention. Attention." The robotic voice that had played over the TV earlier was now broadcasting on speakerphone. With those two words, mother and son felt a wave of calm washing over them again. Both Angie and Caleb saw the dwindling, muddled panic in each other's eyes.
"N-no, no wait..." Angie muttered as she made weak attempts to press the End Call button, unable to do much more than lazily graze the keypad before letting the phone drop on her bare chest. The tension drained from Caleb's body as he sunk against his mother again, resting his head on Angie's breast as they both took in the rapidly shifting tones that spilled from the earpiece and through their malleable brains.
"Attention. Attention. Fertility program hotline has been contacted. If listeners are fully compliant subjects, say "Comply" now."
"Commmply..." Angie and Caleb slurred.
"Compliance has been logged. Subjects will continue breeding attempts to ensure successful pregnancy. Thank you for doing your duty. Breed."
The line went dead. As Caleb felt his cock stiffen against his mother's thigh, he looked up.
"I-it's happening again, mom..." The boy was already softly humping against Angie's sex, her wet pubic fur and the occasional slips against her labia coaxing the animalistic breeder out of him once more.
Angie felt herself slipping, the feeling of her son's cock stiffening against her washing away what little resistance had returned to her. Opening her legs and laying back, the older cougar felt a placid smile return to her face.
"It's okay baby...it'll b...breed...be okay." Angie panted as Caleb echoed her reflexive 'breed'. The boy grunted, rubbing the tip of his erect cock against his momma's clit.
"C...come to mommy, baby..."
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The clock radio in Angie's room blared at 7:00 AM. Beside the nightstand, a cream colored hand reached out from the covers, silencing the sudden stream of blabbing shock-jocks and spammed sound effects. Before he could go back to sleep, Caleb felt his mother stirring beside him. Snuggled within a long, thick pillow, the older cougar groaned, the aches in her body doing slow battle with her rigid internal clock.
"Mom, come on, you can sleep in." Caleb sighed. For all the changes that they had gone through over the past five months, Angie's commitment to her early-riser schedule was as stubborn as ever.
"Mmno. Garden needs work." The older cougar muttered into her pillow, stretching muscles and cracking joints as she rose to consciousness. Caleb rolled his eyes, though he hardly expected anything different. She would likely be working her butt off until the day she delivered. Already on his feet, Caleb paused to look over his half-awake mother.
His gaze drifted up her leg, wrapped around her pregnancy pillow, and admired the shore of sandy-colored fur that ran all the way up to her exposed butt and curled tail. She had been getting night sweats, so her lack of pajama pants were hardly a surprise at this point. Angie's maternity bra, dotted at the nipples with slightly dark patches of milk, had slipped off of her shoulder in the nighttime - likely loosened during her nightly struggle to get to sleep. And most pronounced of all was the older cougar's cream-colored baby bump- pronounced and round, her once-thick stomach fur spread out across her gravid belly.
Caleb smiled as he watched his mother stirring, rolling over and stretching her limbs. She was beautiful like this - sexy, glowing, womanly. It seemed like he'd always felt like this when he looked at her - her beauty, the touch of her fur and the smell of her musk stirring passion, lust, and unconditional love. The rare times he recalled coming to her home out of desperation, balking at her lack of deodorant and sense of personal space, those memories felt like they belonged to someone else.
Drifting back towards the bed, the younger cougar placed his hands on his mother's exposed thighs, caressing her fur as he spread her legs. When the scent of Angie's arousal instantly hit her son's nostrils, Caleb didn't even spare a thought.
"Nh, damn, someone's hungry..." Angie grinned, her half-lidded eyes going wide as Caleb pressed his snout firmly between his mother's thighs. The boy drank in the scent of his mom, his snout buried in her thick bush of soft pubic fur, forcing all sorts of moans and gasps from Angie's throat with every swipe of his tongue and lips, every nuzzle and huffing breath. Reveling in the taste of hot, eager pussy, Caleb wrapped his lips around Angie's clit, bathing her stiff love button with his tongue. Shivering, Angie clenched her thighs on either side of her son's head, humping against his mouth until he finally pulled away, out of breath and snout dripping with his mother's love. Before he could dive in again, Angie held him back.
"H-hold on baby. I'm pretty full again, you wanna help me up here first?" Cupping her son's smiling face in her hand, she smiled, not bothering to wait for an answer. She shuffled back, sitting up against the headboard of her bed while Caleb quickly rid himself of his boxers, throwing them in a messy pile of their combined laundry. Carefully, Angie slipped off her bra, grunting as her sore nipples brushed against the restrictive fabric before poking free.
Resting perpendicular to his mother, Caleb lay back on her thighs, his head supported by her arm. It was a good thing Angie mainly wore loose tops - her tits had become so swollen over the last few months that she likely would've outgrown anything more form-fitting. But she'd preferred to air her girls out in the privacy of her own home even before Caleb had come to stay, and the two held no secrets between each other now.
"God, mom...you're leaking so much this morning." Caleb whispered, his face less than an inch from her swollen areola. Droplets of milk glistened on her nipple, and though the young cougar's mouth hung open with anticipation, he waited like a good boy.
Reaching her free hand to the cordless phone beside the bed, Angie dialed a number she could never remember. It was the only number that had been dialed on that phone for five months, every day at the exact same time. Pressing the speakerphone button and setting the phone aside, both mother and son let out a blissful sigh as the familiar trilling tone played, quieting their thoughts and making their muscles slack. Falling against Angie's breast, Caleb lapped up his mommy's milk, suckling hard and gulping greedily. The relief of being milked and the trilling tone in her brain made Angie's head roll back, the aches of pregnancy in her body and the kicking of little cubs suddenly muted, distant and abstract compared to the blanket of mindless lust washing over her. Finding her son's cock with her free hand, she wrapped her fingers around his warm shaft, stroking and massaging Caleb as he suckled deeper, moaning into her breast.
"Attention. Attention." The robotic voice played over the phone. Though Caleb's suckling and Angie's stroking slowed, their lusty ministrations continued, automatic motions of pleasure carried on by empty-headed subjects. "Fertility program hotline has been contacted. If listeners are fully compliant subjects, say "Comply" now."
"Comp..llly..." Angie murmured, while Caleb mumbled a muffled jumble of sounds into her breast.
"Compliance has been logged. Subjects will continue breeding attempts to ensure successful pregnancy. Thank you for doing your duty. Breed."
The line went dead, and Angie felt the word stir her up. "Mm...breed..." The cougar pumped her son's cock faster, the directive bouncing in her addled head. She was bred, happily compliant and full of her son's cubs. Still, she felt how Caleb bucked against her hand when he heard the command to breed, and it was her duty to keep the father of her children happy, just as it was his duty to tend to her needs.
"Muh...mmmommy, I love youuu..." Caleb had slipped from his nipple, drool and milk lining his lips as he stared at his mother with glassy eyes. His breaths quickened, and just as he approached his peak, Angie pushed him back against her milky breast. Ropes of hot cum spurted all over his mother's hand, dribbling down on his hips and stomach as the boy let out a muffled cry, tonguing frantically at Angie's teat.
"I love you too, baby..." Angie smiled, feeling her son's orgasm fade, stroking the boy's head fur as he gently fell back to earth. There was the briefest moment of doubt that sparked in the older cougar's mind, one that often forced its way into her thoughts at the most surprising of times. The idea of her son impregnating her, dropping out of college to stay and raise their cubs together felt somehow...wrong. She couldn't put a finger on why. It was perfectly natural - they both had needs, and this was their duty. So why did it feel like her belly full of cubs was an undeniable mark, a public testament to a line forever crossed?
"Mom...hah..." Caleb panted, his face fur wet with pussy juices and milk. "You...hungry? I can...fix you some breakfast, maybe."
Fleeting like bubbles in soda, the strange feeling fizzled from Angie's thoughts. She couldn't remember what it was that had felt so unusual, and soon she would forget she was even feeling uncertain at all.
"That would be wonderful, baby." Angie smiled. She was, in fact, starving. But once her stomach was full, Angie knew what she wanted her boy to do for her. What she needed him to do, again, more, during and after she'd had her first and second and third litter.
Breed.