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Morning passed over the horizon, it's golden rays reaching the many black tar roads. Cars passed, a few bikes, and even from time to time, the ice cream truck making its daily routines. Kids played in pools this early for who knows what reason. All was almost normal, if it weren't for the fact that a new family was moving in the house across the street from the library.

Jonny didn't have to struggle to stay asleep. The curtains were a dark blush red, blinds behind them dimming the lights yet further. He had the sensation that he felt dirty and messy; covers were twisted and tossed about around his legs, and a very strange stickiness around his privates. When his body decided to move around a bit in a small fit, he found his thighs were almost glued together. Inwardly, he felt very tired, and nothing was going to get him up on a Sunday morning.

[i_]"sausages...eggs...potatoes?"_[/i]

Well, almost nothing.

His nose smelled food wafting up and down. Freshly cooked sausages on a skillet, browned to the core, and blackened just a little for that added flavor. Whenever he knew it was being cooked, Jonny would always request for extra burnt pieces. The eggs were a softer equal; garnished with a little bit of Sautéed onions, a dash of cheese, and bits of bacon, It was always a terrific surprise to find out if it were going to be overeasy, or scrambled. Or both! The potatoes were crisp, firmly browned, and cooked to the heart. It was like eating a very delicious, hot, and browned french fry, but not quite as brittle The texture and some blacking of the skin gave it a very meaty taste, one that made his tongue want to swivel around the thin and thick spuds.

The sweet temptations of breakfast food. So much better than bland cereal by a long shot.

An arm flailed as he got up, smacking some sheets out of his way. When he sat up, he noticed a couple things; One, this wasn't his room. Two, his shorts were suddenly misplaced near the leggings of the bed. And three, his inner thighs are matted and stuck with something. It was rather strange, and indeed not a normal thing to wake up too. Jonny placed his paw on his sheath, and felt his special boy area.

Something clearly happened last ni-

Then it hit him.

He slowly came to grips that what happened wasn't a dream. As he sat on the bed, he began to think while rubbing at his sides. The cub began to wonder[i] 'what just happened'[/i]. He looked at the floor, and remembered the experience he had before passing out. It was as if almost out of the blue -or black, he couldn't recall,- he was thrust into some position, and took whatever it was. Paws scrunched the sheets as he remembered feeling helpless, being pinned down and played with like someone's toy.

Strangely...It all felt good. And that's what confused him the most.

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The faucet rained it's water over the dirty dishes, wet paws griping a sponge in one, and the other holding a dish. It was always easier to get them before the stains and yuk had time to secure their spot.

Loose shorts went just above her knees, the rips at the bottom cut from a longer pair of pants. The shirt she had equipped was pink and voluminous. rivets of waves seemed to hang from the neck of the shirt, and made their way downwards at the seams, where it would progressively get bigger.

The fluffy tail went and curved upwards, making an upside 'U' as the tip made a slight flicker upwards. Downy fluff hung it's self from the canopy of the tail, almost like coconut strands dangling sweetly, thinly, fine like soft points.

Kerry let out a sigh, wondering how long the oven would be on to keep his food warm.

And how long had she been cleaning the same dish.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck arose, sharp ears pointing upward and swiveling. Acute eyes widened; She was being watched.

Kerry turned around, and came face to face with her son looking at her. Staring.

"Oh!" Her face lit up. "good morning son, I made you some breakfast." She looked at his gaze. It was a stare that began as a questionable thing, looking right into her eyes. She fidgeted, Spine shaking from the base, quaking up to her cerebral. sudden shock overwhelming her senses as she briefly felt the exact same thing as her little boy. A mothers intuition, the feeling of knowing what little Jonny was going through at the moment.

She suddenly adverted her gaze, looking idly at the floor. This didn't go unnoticed as Jonny kept observing her, eyes always on hers'; even when they turned and looked away. if it were in any way possible, Jonny would have looked sadder than he already were.

Kerry tried to look at him, but it was more like a darted glance. Self-consciously, she put on a pair of mitts, opening the oven as steam blasted and swoofed around her hair. It all whooshed gallantly, frizzing passed way. The delicious smell of it was powerful enough to help break up the feeling they both were feeling. Jonny watched as she crossed over, placing the food on the table. Steam rose from it, filling the air with breakfast.

Jonny looked over at the plate, then his mother. At the plate again, then the chair. It was an obvious hint that he was to sit down.

He was greeted by a mix of sausage, eggs'n'cheese, onion cooked in a light garlic butter, and fried potatoes. Surprisingly, the eggs were both scrambled and overeasy, loaded with bits of bacon all over it. A little bit of parsley was set on the side, other bits of chives garnishing the plate all over. The little leaves were almost minty, giving the meaty plate a fresh taste every now and then. Even while the browned spuds toppled over each other like a flat mountain, the sausages were oblonged, shaped by a pair of special hands that crafted them. Forking the scrambled eggs, a chopped and grilled mushroom presented its self proudly through the yellow fluffy egg. Slowly, yellow sharp cheddar (from what he could tell,) melted in elegant strings as heat rose from it.

Jonny gawked at it. Mom really did put a lot of of time into this one.

His stare shifted back to his mom.

"Jonny..." she saw his eyes gazed at her. It pierced through the adult, seeing the things beyond, and before her. [i_]Don't look at me like that.[/_i] She slowly felt the need to turn over and hunch to the side. [i]_There was so much going between us, I thought we could be friends. Close friends...[/_i] she thought briefly before pushing it out of her mind.

"it looks delicious...Thank you." Kerry was being smiled at, and she slowly adopted that smile, easing a bit.

"I'm going to go into the living room, Jonny. When you are done, I want you to meet me in there, okay?" The boy nodded, and watched her get up. But before she went out of the room, he called her. The mother looked at her son whom also had gotten up, to give her a hug. Short as he was, his height met above her pelvis. He squeezed, and they both locked eyes for a brief second before Jonny padded over to sit in the chair.

She beamed, and almost felt a tear begin to appear.

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Jonny strode in after a little while, to see his mother sitting on the couch, fingers lased in each other.

"You wanted to see me?" The lithe kid asked.

Her head was down, and she nodded, patting the seat just next to her. "Please...sit down next to me."

The room had a recliner chair in it, one sofa, and one love seat. He wondered why it was called that, all It was, was a couch with one less spot to sit in. Above one wall hung tall paintings; one of some house way off in the county, and the other, some elegant looking flower garden. A coffee table in the middle had a deep crimson cloth over it, neat little frills lining it's edge. Jonny sat down on the couch next to her, and scooted close.

He was quiet.

"Jonny..." They both looked at one another. She had rehearsed the whole thing over and over in her head, yet it became hard to actually go on and say it. She shuffled in her spot, and turned around to face him a little better. "I need to talk to you, about what happened last night."

He dropped his head, butterflies swimming around in his stomach. These kinds of talks always scared him. The spot light was always on, and he was always in the center of attention. They would always talk about something important in life.

It felt hard just being judged at.

"Jonny, do you know what happened last night?"

"I...i..." He squirmed around in his seat, twisting, turning, head trying to avoid being looked at. "...I dunno..." Sudden shamefulness overcame him.

"Little Joe..." a short pause. "What we did last night, it was called sex."

To the small child, it surprised him that an act like that had a name. "S-sex?"

"Yes, sex." She dipped her head a little bit.

He looked confused, eyes frowning as they scurried away.

"You can't tell anyone about what happened last night, okay?"

A small nod of the head.

"Jonny." Kerry's voice carried with it a strong statement.

The little boy in question fidgeted, not looking at her.

"Jon-Jonny look at me."

The cub quipped, almost a sob and a cry. Slowly the head turned, carefully and cautiously to look at her. She saw how miserable he looked.

"You cannot tell anybody what happened." She frowned. "They could take mommy away forever."

Jonny closed his eyes tightly, and felt a paw grace his fuzzy cheek. He opened them slowly, seeing his mother smiling sadly, tears also in hers.

"But...there are some things I want to ask you." She began to speak, seeing her little eight year old nod. "What did you think of it all? How did it feel?"

His face turned bashful. "i-it felt...it felt like this most amazing dream." He closed his eyes, tearing up as wet drops stumbled off his fur. "I was...I was with you, and you made me happy. Then you showed me different things..." Kerry nodded, listening intently. "I've never felt like that before. You all of a sudden just...got on top of me, and..." he paused to remember, sniffling. "I Just...wanted to c-c-cry s-so much!" he blurted out. In his palms he cried, letting himself go. Kerry pulled him into her chest, and he still sobbed his little heart out.

"Jonny, Jonny...shh-shh-shh, everything is allright, shhhh....shhhh...everything is okay baby." She rocked back and forth while he bawled.

"M-mom!" He snuggled and buried his face in her, wiping his tears off. "It feh-felt so good!"

The older fox patted his head and back, moving with him. Not saying a word, but low hums.

He seemed to hiccup a few times, eyes red and poofy. "i-I liked it..." It was hard to hear him mumble. he gripped onto her tightly, and she simply stroked him.

They stayed like this, until he was able to calm down.

"Momma?" His eyes looked at her.

"Yes sweety?"

Jonny was feeling a little uncomfortable, but he just had to say it. "I feel kinda sticky." He looked at the shorts he was wearing, inner thighs and special spot still matted with last night's naughty activities.

Kerry couldn't help but smile at the comment. "Let's get you a bath." She grabbed his little paw.

"Aww," the boy began to protest a bit. Baths were always icky. "Do I gotta?"

Getting up, the leader led the follower as a resounding "Yes" made its debut from a higher rank.

Once in the bathroom, Jonny watched as his mom turned the taps on the bathtub for him. A sink stood right next to him, which housed a vase of flowers on top. Flowers of purples, reds, and blues fell in lines from the wall paper, covering every inch that wasn't attached to the bathtub. The floor was tiled tanish white, a bit filthy since recently. The faucet in the tub rumbled with water, gushing out and splattering the shiny white bottom. He watched it rise. He then noticed Kerry heading out with a forlorn drag in her tail. Stringy threads hit her legs from the bottom of her shorts as she walked.

"Will you be okay?" She watched him, watching her. Her foot paws stood by the exit, half covered by the wood door.

He nodded slowly, waiting for her to do anything else. When time passed long enough, she sighed and closed the door for him, letting him bathe in peace.

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Sheet plastic, nearly invisible until stretched, was placed over the leftovers. Picked up and walked, the plate that was recently scarred from fork stabbings, was meeting with an arm opening the fridge. In it went, deep into a misty cold, icy freezing cold. Somewhere in that freezer, stalagmites and stalactites were merging into a pillar. The door's shadow suddenly got bigger, the darkness growing, light fading. *SLAM!* The door crashed shut, little trinket bowls and cups wobbling around in circles on the top. Magnets made to look like the ABC's, or funny dinosaurs dropped to the ground, surrendering. A body leaned against the frigid tower, sliding down as it sat on the lowly ground.

Kerry then, cried in her knees.

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Jonny came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his damp body. Apparently, there wasn't any clean cloths waiting for him. The hallway air was much cooler then the steam from the bathroom. He began to walk over to his room.

"Jonny?" He heard his mother hark.

"Y-yes?" The boy chirped as he turned his head to the living room. She must want him for something, again.

"Can you come in here, please?" He hesitated, gripping the towel around his waist.

"uh...s-sure." The little fox padded over to the living room, seeing his mother on the couch again. The air felt less stale, not quite suffocating him like the last time.

Once more, he saw his mother pat on the spot next to her, inviting him to sit down. Jonny stood briefly, body pivoting to the left and right shyly before inching his way over. Once at the edge of the couch, he lifted his tail and sat down next to his mother. Instantly, an arm reached around him smoothly, pulling him into a hug.

"I guess you didn't have any clean clothes?" She laughed a little, and Jonny blushed.

"Er, I was about to go to my room and get some..." tiny voice trailed off a bit. A paw went on his shoulder, and rubbed him tenderly.

"Can I talk to you about something?" She watched as her son turned his head and looked at her, giving all his attention. Her eye's met his, both staring into each other. One was ready for a question, the other asking questions of its own. "It's just..."

"Mom?" the soggy boy piped up. "If it's about last night, I forgive you." Beaming brightly up at her, he knew she's been feeling antsy, and somehow off about the whole thing. "You made me happy, but in a special way. I was thinking while in the tub, and well..." His eyes briefly traveled around the room, looking for the right words to put it in. When he found the words, he looked back up at her. "I guess I wanna say thanks, for everything."

Kerry felt something suddenly happen inside her. His little speech reached up to her ears, honesty, and truthful. She couldn't help but smile. She placed her paw on his cheek, and genuinely looked delighted. "That means a lot to me."

Towel still wrapped around his little hide, he crawled up in her lap. Securing his spot, his little legs dangled off a bit, leaning against her and nestling. She clinged onto his sides, cherishing his damp body. Paw moved up and down, sliding on and off the towel. Idly as she held him, her thumbs stroked the front of his chest. When thumbs passed over a couple fleshy nubs, they became clear to see when the damp cluttered fur was fluffed away.

Jonny felt her circle both his nipples with her thumbs. The sensation sent a squeal up from his voice, back straightening up as he presented himself proudly. The boy grabbed onto her sides, and looked at her happily.

Kerry saw he was having a good time, didn't mind it a bit. She almost giggled out loud when he saw her son lean his head back slightly with his eyes closed as she rubbed those little boy nipples.

"Mmm..." The feelings of felicity tickled at his body, not being able to help letting out a cooing noise or too. His breathing was orderly, simple inhales and exhales. It felt nice to be able to rub his paws along mothers sides as well. Her pink shirt made the most adorable stretchy marks, shaped by soft paws. He tugged with a moan, feeling her arms embracing him so, thumbs tickling a surprising area of his body. Slowly his arms lifted, and the towel began to drop slowly from his waist. Mother helped, too. Jonny noticed she slid her warmth from his sides downwards, the towel just hiding his thighs.

While Kerry leaned forward to help push the towel off gently, she felt her son's hands travel up her shoulders, and over the curve to the neck. Little boy held onto her as he rubbed his nose very affectionately to hers. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. Jonny blushed and stammered a little, before inching forward and dabbing his lips onto her.

He felt so naughty. So happy.

As Kerry continued to kiss him, she rubbed his groin through the towel in nice palm sized circles. As she felt a lump harden -no doubt from his hornyness- squeezed onto it, to massageing it up and down. It was an almost sudden shock that the little boy fox upped and kissed her, arms constricting around her tightly with need. She passionately returned that kiss, paw diving in under his towel, and squeezing his tiny round butt with paws so hot.

Jonny's delight wrecked his mind, in a daze as all boundaries were broken. He cried out, feeling her paw slither all over this bottom half. From groping him, to paw slithering just so close and near to his needful flesh. And it was indeed very needful, red and hot, ready to burst at the seams. It pulsed as if one thousand pounds of pressure were trying to escape such a mast, firm and boiling hot cocklet.

When she abruptly grasped his penis firmly, Jonny suddenly thrusted into her paw, and let out a very loud moan. His seed splattered all over the towel, and her paw. His body shook, his body quaked! In the arms of his Mother, he came hard as she touched his sensitive penis. So much seed, it saturated and seeped down his shaft as his body and toes twitched with every rope spurting out. He couldn't control what he was doing, and had to rely on the arms behind him to support his sudden ecstasy.

"There we go...that's right. It's perfectly okay." Even as he clenched harder, she kept stroking his semen slickened cock. Moving the towel away to see just how slick, she came to a surprise that his little member was still red and swollen. "A'ww, poor baby." Kerry mused, paw tracing below the navel, fingers rubbing in the hard to get placed between the tender legs.

"M-mom!~" He felt her paw roam freely, touching wherever she wanted. It even grabbed the base of his tail, and slowly, SLOWY stroked it. Mothers other paw was still pumping his little member, slickened and slimy with his own milt. Jonny's paws wandered around, too; Head leaned forward and bumped into her chest as he gasped, little fingers crawling up beneath her loose shirt. His wrist and arms felt the threads and fabric brushing across his fur, palm and digits feeling the soft, warmth as they reached up and down, heading towards her bosoms.

His paws froze when her free hand grabed his through her shirt.

"Hang on just one second..." throwing her head back a little, her hair whooshed as both her paws went behind her back. There was a sudden clicking noise, and with agile moves, brought out a bra from under her shirt.

Jonny blushed, but that didn't stop his tail from tick-tocking back and forth, nor his incredible sexual need.

Kerry grabbed both of her son's young paws, and slid them up inside her shirt. She giggled as he gasped when little fingers began to squeeze at her melons. Her eyes watched as the little child breathed with much anticipation, ears flaring red with cute little boyish noises singing from his maw. "Having fun?" Kerry giggled again, the one paw that was playing with him dripping wetly with his Jizz. Her paw's held both of his, making him feel and caress her titties. The result was her slickened paw rubbed all over one of his, messing up his just cleaned fur.

"Uh-huh. I-it's really good." Jonny smiled, and felt her paws grasping his, forcing him to grip and squeeze. Not that he didn't want to, but there was something that made him embarrassed to say that she wanted him to do that. Still, he didn't complain. Both index and thumbs began to tweak and twist her nipples. Pull and play, finger and explore. One paw pushed in, and felt the folds engulf his hand. The other paw rounded underneath and lifted up her cleavage, discovering they had some presentable weight to them as well as downy and soft. So entranced he was, Jonny almost didn't catch that she was lifting her shirt up; brushing her fun hooters upwards, Kerry's nipples made a single fling as soft fabrics made their pass.

And she found out quickly that she didn't need to encourage her boy. He was eager already to bury his cute face into her bosom. She giggled and grasped his little cocklet, resting her chin on his head. "That's very good. Mommy is so proud of you." Words traveled seductively, licking his ears as little boy moaned out loud.

"R-really?" Foxling like thing in her embrace spoke with quiet voice. His hazel eyes were so nice to look at, and she couldn't help but praise him again.

"Very proud of you." Her words extended again, Luring his bare body to press up against hers. Kerry shifted around, and unbuttoned her pants that had been cut off to the knees with a pair of scissors.

When Jonny saw her unzip in right in front of him, he couldn't help but to glair. It was a pair of pink undies with neat little frills, and a tiny little bow that sat just in the upper center of the fabric. The shape of her thighs came into view too, shaping the whole interior all together. The undies hugged against her most private areas, a strangely shape that he took peculiar interest too.

"Go on, Jonny. Touch it." She enunciated. Mother watched as he paused, looking up at her, then back down.

She was really going to let him...?

It was with shaky a paw, and steady breathing that he placed his touching on her navel. It traveled downward, reaching for the line of stretchy contour. The scent that impacted him caused his nostrils to flair, drawing the boy closer with little digits exploring as it got hotter and hotter, paw going to her special area. With a gasp, he was awarded with his penis getting squeezed as his paws found something new. The boy's sensitive flesh felt the fuzzy hand all over his hard stiffy, simply rubbing and fondling around. It seemed she enjoyed touching him, just like he enjoys touching her. Jonny's fingers pressed at the material, hearing his mother moan a little.

It was then, more or less, that he had a sudden epiphany; His mother felt the same sensations that he does, when he's being touched! With this in mind, he pressed his paw up against her entrance, fingers splaying around to grab a little. And it was with a livid spark that he heard his mother yip. It did surprise him though, that she grabbed his head, and pressed it against her chest.

The paw that was holding him earlier, drew his rear end closer to her, privates just barely touching; if not for the slightly wet undies. When her legs escorted her privates around him, Jonny began to hump into her fabric. Kerry's paws grabbed the material that was wedged between her hot legs, and pushed it aside to allow her son to penetrate her pussy.

"Mm! m- G-gosh! M-m-mommy!~ Little Joe thrusted in with his hips. his tip and shaft plunged deep into something moist and soft.

Kerry moaned out, grabbing him and laying them both down on the couch. As she toppled the small boy, she used her paws to grab onto his bottom, and push him in. She let gravity pull him out, and then she used her arms to pull him right back in again.

"Oh yes! Oh yes Jonny! Oooh!~" Her movements went quicker! The boy held on, face pressed on her bust. He began to thrust in time with hers.

"I-i love y-yo-you!" Yelped the young pup. His breathing became ragged, body bouncing along with each thrust.

"Love you too- Mmm-aahhh!"

Through her gasps and moans, Jonny yelled out as he came once again inside his mother. He thrusted forward hard with each injection, lines of unfertile semen spewing it's self from his dick. His legs spread and toes curled as he arched.

Kerry's hips kept dancing on top of the boy's body, paws forcing his soft butt cheeks to move forward with every spurt. It felt so good to feel it ooze around; Sticky, wet, and hot fluids shot upwards. She looked into her baby's eyes before he closed them gently.

"Poor little cub, you passed out again."

Her paws moved to hold his head as she inspected his face. Loving...sweet...She couldn't help but to give him a little kiss. Followed by a lick on the lips. And slicking her tongue inside the boys maw, tip of tongue probing around.

Mother began humping on his little shaft again, kissing with great prurience.