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Solas scattered chopped cilantro over the milky broth of the bowl of breakfast soup he had made. The monkey had followed the instructions that his mother gave him as closely as he could and he hoped he got it right for this special day. Mother’s Day. As the cilantro heated up over the poached egg in the hot milk, the man was transported back many years to when he was a small child who ate this dish every morning. His heart buzzed with warmth as he loaded the bowl onto a tray and carried it across his home to the bedroom where his mother slept, padding along in bare feet on the hardwood floor. The air was comfortably cool for the simple t-shirt and sweatpants the simian was wearing on this quiet sunday morning, his long hair had been gathered up in a ponytail while he was cooking but was now flowing down his back in a mix of braids and loose hair.

“Heyyy, morning mom. Hope I’m not waking you up too early.” He said as he creaked the door open with his shoulder. “I tried to make it the way you do, I hope you like it.”

He set the tray down on some empty space on the night table and peered at the mound of sheets on the bed. The being under them stirred, rustling the fabric before a mature woman’s face emerged from underneath the covers. The older primate still seemed half asleep, the sight drawing an affectionate smirk from her son. As he made to pick up the tray again, a hand on his wrist stopped him. Celeste pulled to make her son face her, while another hand snaked out to grope at his crotch.

“Mm, mamá. The changua will get cold.” Solas said, as the weakest of protests.

“I know what I want right now, mijo.” Celeste rumbled. The covers shifted, half falling away from her russet furred body, revealing that she had been very naked underneath the covers. “And it’s my day, isn’t it?”

Solas could only nod in response, eyes captivated by her lovely form. His gaze was captured by the large breasts that had fed him and his twin sister with their wide nipples. By her paunchy belly that remained as evidence of having born multiple children in her life. Still hidden underneath the sheets were the wide, supple hips that took his virginity when he came of age. Solas knew every inch of his mother’s body, but it still entranced him at least a little bit every time he saw it again.

Celeste loved her boy. And she loved fucking her boy. But she didn't own him, and she didn’t want to. The monkey mom encouraged Solas to live as full of a life as he could and to use the knowledge of pleasure she gave him to please others. Her confident hands tugged down her son’s sweatpants, releasing his cock into the open air. The older woman salivated at the sight, and the smell. She had always adored the familiar and enticing scent of her boy. She remembered how the scent changed over the course of his life, steadily becoming more mature and manly. Celeste remembered how fresh it smelled on her son’s 18th birthday, when she personally welcomed him into manhood. She remembered the scent of another female mixed in when he was dating his first girlfriend. She remembered how it smelled the day Solas graduated high school, when she was under his robes. She remembered noticing how the scent shifted to be a bit earthier when he came home to take a break from college for a semester. How that earthy scent somehow became even more masculine when her son was exploring his interest in men. And now here it was, changed again, not long after fathering a child. The first of many, Celeste hoped.

She exhaled over the tip, making it flex and its owner inhale with a small gasp. Celeste’s tongue lolled out lazily and she gave Solas a looong lick starting at the base. The man’s hips shook slightly as if he was resisting the urge to just thrust up into the waiting maw. She steadily glided up the shaft, her eyes flicking up from his groin up to his face. Her glimmering green eyes locked with his as she reached the foreskin covered head and it was all he could do to stop himself from cumming right then.

“Oh fuck, ma.” Said the younger man breathlessly.

“Language, mi vida. I raised you better than that.” She said, chuckling and closing her mouth over the tip, slipping her tongue underneath the hood and letting out a satisfied groan as the taste washed over her palette.

Solas clenched his jaw to keep from swearing and his monkey feet curled into fists on the floor. He was tempted to grab her head and just start using her delightful maw as he had done many times in the past, but… today was her day. Her day. Her pace.

Celeste knew her son well enough to notice his internal battle playing out on his face. She pushed her lips down his shaft, the corners of her mouth curling upwards in appreciation for his restraint. The mature woman had no issues with going fast and rough. Some days that’s all she craved from her boy, but this morning she wanted to take things a little slower.

She bobbed her head in lazy strokes, keeping the tip between her lips before sinking back down until the head nudged the entrance of her throat, several inches of the shaft remaining exposed. It took all of Solas’s willpower to keep his hips steady whenever she swallowed, the back of her mouth rippling around his head before withdrawing as she drew her head back up the member. One of her hands reached up to cup his balls, rolling the warm orbs across her fingers. The bedsheets rustled as Celeste dipped another hand between her legs to give herself some love as she gave love to her son.

Celeste started to mimic the movements of her fingers with the motions of her mouth, tracing a circle around her entrance as she swirled her tongue under her son's foreskin. As she pushed back down the shaft, the fingers followed, sinking between her folds. When she drew back, so too did the digits follow. And so she went, savoring the cock she brought into the world. Her ears drinking in the various small noises her boy was making above her. Cupping the balls she raised, she silently praising them. They were so beautiful and full. And virile. Her son was a father now. She made a mental note to get her boy to bring her grandchild and its mother over for a visit soon, so she could dote on them.

She let out a happy moan as her son began leaking pre into her maw. The salty flavor electrifying her and sending a thrill down her spine directly to her groin. Celeste pulled up to the tip and pooled a cocktail of spit and pre on her tongue. She made eye contact with her boy again and swallowed. Solas gasped and his cockhead flexed between his mother’s lips, another serving of the clear salty fluid flowing forth for her to enjoy. And enjoy she did, rolling the fresh pre all over her tongue before swallowing again.

The motherly monkey sunk back down on the cock until the head pressed up against the entrance of her throat once more. This time instead of pulling back, she swallowed around the head. The hand on his balls shifted to his thigh for support as her own monkey feet balled into fists, the toes squeezing the palms to help suppress her gag reflex. She took a deep breath in through her nose, the huge hit of her son’s musk dizzyingly intoxicating, and pushed herself further down. The fat head mashed against the throat barrier, the pressure building and straining Celeste’s gullet. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained determined to make this work. Celeste forced herself to swallow a few more times until finally the muscles gripped the cockhead and pulled it in instead of keeping it out. With that barrier overcome, she began to sink down rhythmically over those last several inches of her son's cock, continuing to swallow and squeeze her palms to ease the passage as much as she could.

Above, Solas drew several short, sharp, and shaky breaths as he continued to do his best to keep his hips still so his precious mamá could play with him exactly how she wanted on her special day. His thighs trembled with the effort of keeping still as the mature woman's throat made it more and more difficult to remain passive with each massaging ripple over his flesh.

Finally, her lips kissed his pubic fur as the older monkey bottomed out. The hand between her legs was a blur as her eyes rolled up and tears flowed freely. She tensed up, then shuddered and shook as sensations blasted through her body. She coughed and sputtered several times, dampening Solas's crotch with bubbly slobber as she rode the waves of her pleasure for as long as she could before lack of air forced her to give into the reflexes she had been suppressing. She pulled off quickly with a loud retch and thankfully nothing else. Celeste collapsed into her back, the sheets pulled back to reveal her own damp crotch and the obvious wetness of the bed underneath her. A definitive confirmation of what happened in case her son didn't already figure it out.

“Gra- hrk. Gracias, mi vida.” She rasped out hoarsely, still trying to recover. “We, hah. We aren't done yet though.”

“Mmm, lemme go get a condom, ma” Solas said, his voice dripping with lust. He made to move away, but felt one of his mother’s monkey feet grasp his thigh.

“No, mi muñeco. Just- just go ahead, it'll be fine.” Celeste said, still breathless but impatient to have more fun.

The two of them usually used protection, but it wasn’t unheard of for Solas to go bare. Those days Celeste just had him pull out. They both knew it wasn’t foolproof, but she hadn’t fallen pregnant yet. And she had to admit, she liked the feeling of her son’s hot seed squirting onto her fur. She liked seeing Solas's head swell up and witnessing the short instant where the slit expands just before the first shot jets out. She liked feeling the little lashes of heat and seeing the off-white contrast with her brown fur made her feel so naughty. Some days, when her son was feeling especially bold, he’d grab her by the hair and point his cock right at her face before unloading. Goodness… The hot stickiness all over her features, the impossibly strong smell, the filthy thrill down her spine, the warm buzzing in her nethers... She always scolded him afterwards about being respectful, but they both knew she loved it.

Solas climbed onto the bed with her, his long hair dangling down from his head and teasing her belly and breasts. He gripped the base of his cock in his palm to line himself up before pressing into the passage he was born from. He leaned down as he pushed in, his arms coming around to wrap Celeste in a hot embrace. Her hands caressed either side of his head. Their lips met and parted. His tongue slipped forward to meet hers. The loving pair groaned into each other's mouths as Solas's hips gently into Celeste’s hot slickness pushed in until his lap touched hers. Their prehensile tails met beneath them and intertwined. They became one. Intimately reunited.

The younger monkey’s thighs started to rock, tenderly thrusting in and out of the mature woman. Her legs squeezed against his as her passage rippled around him. Their tongues continued to wrestle as they began to make love to one another. Solas’s hands roamed over Celeste’s body, feeling every supple inch of her back and sides. His fingers traced the woman’s curves, noting where the fur was bristly and where it was downy. He had felt her many many times before, but today he was appreciating the shape anew. His hands wandered down to her hips, squeezing the flesh as it jiggled from his thrusting. Then his touch flowed back up, following the arch of her spine and feeling the rumble of her chest as she moaned into his mouth. He felt her shoulders and arms, soft on the surface but with the firmness underneath of someone who had once been very athletic. He slipped to the front, feeling the large mounds of her breasts, soft and tender. They were completely pliable in his palms. He pushed them up and his fingers sunk into the heavy suppleness. Solas pressed them together and jostled them around, unable to resist playing with the tits he used to drink from. He could feel his mother’s lips twist into a smile at his silliness.

He used to suckle those heavy tits every day, and on occasion, he still did. Solas broke the kiss to dip his head down, lips latching onto one of the wide nipples. His tongue lashed over the nipple, drawing a groan from their owner. No milk came, but he still sucked and licked as if he was drinking. He began to thrust a bit faster and he could feel the breast rippling under his mouth. Celeste’s back arched and her hands grasped at the bedsheets underneath them. She had always enjoyed the feeling of someone nursing from her. It made her feel motherly in a wholesomely fulfilling way when her kids were young. Now it made her feel motherly in a distinctly naughty way with her adult son. As her hands gripped the sheets, so too did her pussy grip his cock. Solas breathed sharply through his nose as he remained latched on the hefty mound. She was weak to this stimulation and she succumbed to it quickly. Her second orgasm of the morning came suddenly as she gushed into his lap. His lips let go of the breast as she squeezed tight around his shaft, drawing out another loud curse from his mouth. She didn’t scold him this time, too lost in her pleasure. He stopped fucking and bit his tongue, trying to avoid following her over the edge just yet.

As her spasms died down, Solas reached down and grabbed both of Celeste’s legs and pulled them up to his shoulders, then he grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head. From the new dominant position, he began to thrust once more. Gone was the tenderness, he fucked with vigor and roughness. His mother had taken her pleasure from him twice now and he was going to take some of his own.

Celeste had barely recovered from her second orgasm when he began pistoning into her. The older woman’s senses were still heightened and it didn’t take much to get her moaning again. Her pussy rewarded her son’s vigor with milking ripples and squeezes, eager to give him his reward for a wonderful morning. She panted and gasped under him, her blubbering moans occasionally containing a word of encouragement for her boy. He seemed to drink those scattered words up with great enthusiasm, responding to each one with an extra hard thrust making an audible smack with his hips on her rear. Her ample breasts flopped enticingly underneath him. His eyes followed their exaggerated motions with a feral hunger. He felt tempted to bite down on them and sink his teeth into their tenderness. Drool dripped from his lips to splash on her chest. The spit made Celeste feel objectified, and it made her want to both cover herself up and give herself over to her son fully. The conflicting feelings heightened the sensations for her and before she knew it, pleasure washed over her for the third time that morning.

After all they had already done, it didn’t take long for the stimulation to build up in the man. Solas slammed into her repeatedly, the wet sound of their hips clapping together filling the bedroom. He felt himself approaching the edge and he attempted to pant out a warning.

“Oh, ma. Hnnf, I'm- Hnn Hahh. I'm- I'm gonna-” The younger monkey managed to stumble out before his mother shushed him.

“Si, si mi muñeco. Si, dáme- dámelo!” Celeste gasped out desperately.

Solas started to pull out to finish on her belly. She never wanted him to release inside, but today was different. Celeste’s dextrous monkey feet clamped behind his back, pulling him back in and interlocking her toes together. The younger man didn’t have any time to react before his mind exploded with pleasure. His throat tightened as his body went rigid. Time froze as the feelings built up higher and stronger. He was already past the point of no return, he was existing in the blissful limbo before the storm. He was floating for an eternal instant. The first jet broke the ice. Then he let out a loud groan and his hips instinctively rocked, as if it was possible they could push his cock deeper into his mother. Rope after rope blasted inside of her, gushing against her cervix. Her flesh seized tight around him as she succumbed once again to her own barrage of sensation. The pressure built until a lucky few ropes squeezed past the muscle into Celeste’s womb. Above, the mother and son gasped and groaned together in shared bliss, their foreheads touching and their sweat intermingling. Solas’s fingers still clung tightly to Celeste’s thighs, his digits almost disappearing into the supple flesh. The rest of the world faded away and they existed together for an eternity. The only sight was that of each other. The only smell was that of their sweat and love. The only sensation was the heat of their bodies pressed together.

Eventually the moment faded and the lovers came down from their shared high. The real world set in again. The wet stickiness of the sheets that now needed to be washed. The sunlight streaming in from the window. The cold changua sitting on the tray next to the bed. Solas’s cock beginning to soften inside of his mother’s pussy. His bare cock. His eyes widened as the enormity of the situation took hold in the after-bliss clarity.

“Wha-what was that about, mamá? You always make me pull out.” Solas stammered, still trying to catch his breath.

“I love you, mijo. And I love making love with you. But I never wanted to dominate your life.” Celeste began to explain, her hand dipping down between her legs to feel her boy’s seed in her. “Because of that, I felt that your first child shouldn’t be mine. Claro que si, that’s not an issue anymore, no? Now that you’ve knocked up another woman, I feel like we can be a bit more… reckless.”

Celeste’s eyes glinted and she grinned with the last word, every inch of her smile dripping with lust. Her expression breathed life back into Solas’s erection. Mother’s Day had only just begun.