Mother Knows Best
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: The following story contains EXPLICIT SEX between a CUB and his MOTHER. OMFG INCEST. MOTHER/SON WINCEST. Y U DO DIS. If this offends you, do not read on. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because you were MOTHERFUCKING WARNED. For those of you who I haven't scared off yet (probably most of you silly pervs who watch me)... enjoy!
What a week. Robbie had been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for almost an hour now, reflecting on the last weekend, his mind grappling with everything that happened. He had hardly talked to Martin or Becky that week at school. Sure, Becky was busy with her female friends, and Martin had been completely sucked into his soccer buddies' world, but it still hurt, and it made him wonder. Had he made the right decision with them?
'Of course not. It was stupid to try to get them to agree to a threesome. Remember how Martin reacted when he found out that I'd yiffed Ellie? Of course he was gonna be pissed if I tried to get him to yiff me while I was doing Becky!'
'But Becky's my friend, too. We're almost as close as me and Martin. Sure, I never said 'I love you' to her, like I did with Martin, but that doesn't mean she's not special, right?'
'Martin's more special, though. I told him I love him. And I do! He's my best friend, and... my boyfriend. I can't have a girlfriend, too! That's not fair to Martin.'
The fox's thoughts were interrupted as a weight descended on his bed, causing it to shake.
"Hiiiiii, Robbie!" came the voice of his sister.
Robbie sighed and shut his eyes. "What do you want, Ellie?"
"Nice to see you, too, big bro," Ellie said, giggling as she snuggled up to him, resting her head on one arm as she draped the other one across his brother's chest.
The fox could tell by the feel of sister's fur that she was as naked as he was. It wasn't helping him at all. 'Please don't get hard, please don't get hard, please don't get hard...'
He shuddered as he felt his sister's paw rubbing down his belly, approaching his groin, his sheath swelling despite himself. He tried to think of something, anything, to keep himself from getting hard, but his brain failed him, especially when he felt his sister's fingers wrapping around his sheath and stroking it, teasing the sensitive flesh hidden within his fur.
"Can I play with it?" Ellie whispered.
Robbie bit his lip, trying to fight back a moan as he shook his head. No, he didn't want his sister to be playing with his penis when he was worried about potentially losing his two best friends! He fought for the words, but the syllables caught in his throat. He rolled onto his side, away from his sister, her paw thankfully slipping from his sheath as he moved.
Ellie rolled up behind her brother, her arm slipping over him, this time avoiding his genitals, hugging him from behind. "You ok, big bro?" she asked.
"Just... leave me alone," Robbie muttered, his eyes shut tight.
For a few moments, Ellie didn't move. She sighed, and finally moved away. "Ok, Robbie," she said, sounding clearly dejected. Robbie kept his ears perked, listening to her soft footfalls as she walked out. In his mind, he could see her leaving, ears and tail drooping, and his stomach caught in a knot. Great. Now he'd hurt his sister's feelings, too.
The minutes dragged on like hours as Robbie laid in bed, a hurricane of emotions running through his head. He was just fucking up left, right, and center today. Tears rolled silently down his muzzle. This wasn't working. He needed... someone.
It took a nearly herculean effort, but the fox pushed himself to set up. He wiped away the tears from his eyes, and slowly rolled out of bed. He groaned as he stood, his whole body aching as he stumbled toward the door. He paused there, looking down the hall, his ears perked. Ellie's voice drifted down the hall. She was clearly occupied playing with her plushies. As quietly as he could, Robbie slipped out of his room and walked the other way, towards the stairs. He paused at the top of the stairs and glanced into his parents' room, spying his target. He took a deep breath, and walked up to the door.
Robbie's mother was sitting up in bed, her back propped up against the headboard, a small pile of pillows behind her. She was completely nude, save for the glasses perched on her muzzle. It was still odd for the kit to see his mother wearing glasses -- she rarely wore them, in favor of contacts. Her eyes were focused on the book in her paws. Robbie was about to back away when his mother looked up, smiling at him.
"Hello, sweet heart," she said, her tone cheerful as she took in her son's demeanor. She quickly recognized the dampness in the fur around his eyes, and grabbed her bookmark from within the front cover, putting it into the page she was at before closing the book. "Come here, baby," she said, putting the book down on her bedside table and patting the mattress next to her.
The fox kit sighed and walked in, closing the door behind him before moving to his parents' bed and sitting down. He allowed his mother to guide him down to his back, his head coming to rest near her bosom. He shivered as she held him close and kissed him between his ears.
"How are you doing?" Terry whispered, her arm around her son giving him a little squeeze.
Robbie sighed and shut his eyes, absentmindedly nuzzling his mother's chest. "I dunno," he muttered.
Terry brought her free paw to her son's head and began to gently stroke his headfur. "What's on your mind, sweetie?" she whispered.
The kit remained silent for a few moments as he tried to figure out what to say. It was all so confusing, he didn't really know where to begin. "It's... about Martin... and Becky," he said. That seemed to be a good place to start.
The vixen nodded, nuzzling her son's head. Her paw around him began to rub his back, the vixen trying to help her son relax and let him speak his mind.
"I just... I dunno... I really like Becky... but Martin," Robbie said, choking back tears.
Terry kissed her son's muzzle, and pulled him into a tight hug, guiding his muzzle up to rest between her breasts. "It's ok, sweetie... tell Mommy about it. Maybe I can help."
Robbie sighed, opening his eyes a bit and looking up at his mother. "Martin's my best friend... he's my b-b.... boyfriend... but I really like Becky, too." The fox let out another sigh. "I... guess she likes me, too, but..."
Terry nodded. "You don't know how she feels about you, or how you feel about her. Typical preteens," she said, giggling softly. "Have you tried asking her?"
The kit's ears perked, his eyes shooting open. His jaw dropped as he stared at his mother. "W-what?! Just, like, go up to her and say, 'hey, are you in love with me or what?'"
Terry laughed, and gave her son a quick kiss on the nose. "Maybe not that bluntly, but yes," she said. "Part of navigating romantic relationships is to communicate with your partners. Try asking her. You might also want to talk to Martin, see how he feels. Open relationships are an option, as long as everyone's ok with it and you have a clear set of rules."
"An open relationship?" Robbie said, tilting his head.
Terry nodded. "Yes, an open relationship. Your father and I have one. Basically, we let each other have boyfriends and girlfriends outside of our relationship, and we get intimate... but only if the other knows about it, and they're clean, and they likewise tell us if they have any other partners and that they're clean."
The kit tilted his head. "Clean? Like, that they take showers and stuff?"
The vixen sighed and shook her head. "Well, there's that, too. But our concern is about sexually transmitted diseases. There are a lot of different diseases you can get from having sex with furs who have them."
"Like the flu?" Robbie asked.
Terry shook her head. "No, that's not one you can get from sex. Though if you have sex with someone who has the flu, you might catch it just from the close contact," she added with a giggle. "But no. There are different diseases you can get from sex. Gonorrhea, chlamydia, syphilis, HPV, HIV... most of them are treatable, but some of them aren't. HIV in particular. You have to be really careful about that one. That's the one that gives you AIDS..."
Robbie nodded, laying back down on his mother's chest. He'd heard of AIDS, but he didn't know much about it. "Umm... what is AIDS, anyway?" he asked.
Terry sighed. "Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. Basically, it kills off your body's immune system so it can't fight infection. In late stage, even something like a cold can kill you, because your body loses its ability to defend itself from germs. It's... not a pleasant illness. I... know a couple furs who died because of it." She forced a smile and looked down at her kit. "But if you're careful, you can avoid catching it. Use condoms with furs you don't know, only have unprotected sex with furs you know and trust and know are clean, get tested when you're sexually active... just be careful."
The kit nodded. This certainly wasn't something he'd expected to hear. "Ok..."
"Don't worry too much about it, sweetie," Terry said, ruffling his headfur. "It's mostly older furs who have to worry about it. Well, older teens and adults, really... but you're young enough that you probably don't have to worry about things like that. Just... keep that in mind."
Robbie nodded again, and rested his muzzle between his mother's breasts again. "So... about, uh... open relationships?"
Terry perked her ears and smiled down at her kit. "There isn't really much more I can tell you. Just talk to your friends, find out what they're comfortable with, and set some rules that work for you. And be prepared to be monogamous if that's what Martin wants. Talk. Communication is key, sweetie."
Robbie bit his lip as he looked up at his mother. "Umm... how often do, uh... you and dad... ya know... do things with... other furs?"
The vixen smiled down at her son. "Well, we don't do it that often anymore. We're getting older, so it's gotten a little harder to find partners... especially since we've got you and Ellie, and we wouldn't want to traumatize you two by bringing home strangers and banging them," she said, giggling as Robbie's face screwed up in a disgusted look. "We had a series of partners before we had you two, and a few while you were still really young, but not many lately... really, in the last couple of years, the only fur I've played with besides your dad has been Jimmy's dad!"
The fox gasped. "What?! Whe... oooooh," he said, blushing as he remembered a few weeks ago when his mother had sent him to Jimmy's with Ellie, and they'd met Jimmy's dad along the way. "So, that day... you and he... did it?"
Terry giggled and grinned at her son. "We did it in every room of the house!" she said. "Well, except yours and your sister's," she added quickly, seeing the look of shock on her son's face.
"And dad... was ok with it?" he asked.
The vixen grinned. "When he got home from work, he wanted a turn with Keith, too," she said, giving him a wink.
Robbie bit his lip. He knew he shouldn't ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't help it. His curiosity was too intense. "So... did dad... umm... take it?"
"Like a champ," Terry said, giggling. "Well, he couldn't take Keith's knot, but that was more because your dad's a bit out of practice when it comes to taking things of that size. Keith is... fairly well endowed," she said, giving a little wink. "But your father and I have been working him with bigger toys. He'll be ready for next time."
The kit squirmed. He wanted to yell about too much information, but the idea of his dad taking a cock up his butt... for some reason, that turned him on. Without realizing it, he'd gotten an erection, an erection that was now pressing into his mother's hip.
"If you want to watch us next time, just come knock," Terry whispered. "We can show you what we've been up to..."
Robbie nodded. It still felt weird that his family was so open about sex, and his boner was reminding him of the... other reason he had sought out his mother.
"Umm... mom?" Robbie said, looking up at the vixen.
"Yes, sweet heart?" Terry asked, grinning down at the boy, a sparkle in her eye. She shifted slightly, her paw on her son's back moving down to rub his tail base. Clearly she'd felt his stiff penis against her.
The kit took a deep breath, and looked his mother in the eyes, summoning up all of his courage for the words that were begging to burst from his muzzle. "C.... c-could you... umm... s-s-show me how to... umm... you know... make a girl... feel good?"
The vixen grinned, taking hold of her son's paws briefly. "I'd love to, sweet heart," she whispered, and gave him a quick lick on the nose. "I can teach you a little by... example. Stand up, dear."
Robbie nodded and slipped out of bed, standing up and facing his mother. He blushed deeply as he watched the adult vixen turn towards him and spread her legs, displaying her sex to him.
"You remember your anatomy, right?" Terry asked.
The kit squeaked and nodded. "Y-yeah... course I do," he said, getting down on his knees and looking closer between his mother's legs. It looked rather different from Ellie's and Becky's, the lips more wrinkled and puffy. "The labia, vagina, urethra, clitoris," he recited, his paws resting on his mother's hips.
"Good," Terry said, patting his head. "Now find my clitoris."
Robbie blushed deeply, and looked up at his mother. "Umm... you mean, like... t-touch it?" he asked.
Terry grinned down at her son, and leaned down to whisper to him, "Sweetie, if you want to be a great lover, you need two things: you need to know your way around the anatomy, and you need to communicate with your partner. I'm offering you a chance to practice both. Now, be a dear and find my clit. Use your fingers, your tongue, whatever you want... but find it... and remember, every girl is different, so you'll have to experiment with each of them to get to know what they like."
The fox kit gulped, his body trembling as he looked up at his mother. This was a lot harder than he thought it'd be. "O-ok," he said, bringing a paw closer to his mother's sex. As his fingers neared her lips, she brought a paw to rest on his, halting his progress.
"Relax, sweetie," Terry whispered. "You don't need to be scared. But if you're not comfortable playing with me, just tell me. I've got other methods I can use."
Robbie nodded and gulped, staring intently between his mother's legs. "I... I want to... but it's just... isn't this wrong?"
"Not if we don't want it to be, sweetie," she replied, removing her paw and leaning forward to give her son a quick hug. "Whenever you're ready, hun."
The fox kit took another deep breath, then moved his paw inward, his fingers making contact with his mother's sex. A shiver ran down his spine as he explored her honeypot, bringing in his other paw to help spread her lips and reveal more of her vagina to him. He probed around at the crown of her vagina with his fingers, his ears flicking as his mother gasped. "Right here?" he asked.
Terry beamed down at her son, and gave his ear a quick rub. "That's it, sweetie... now, some girls like a lot of direct stimulation to it, for some it's too much and they need more indirect stimulation, but ALL girls need that to get off. Me... I like a lot of direct stimulation. Try it out."
Robbie nodded, and started to rub his finger in circles over that little nub of flesh, causing his mother to squirm slightly on the bed. He noted that she was starting to get slick between her folds. "L-like this?" he asked.
"Mmm... that's a good start," Terry said, stroking her son's ear. "Don't be shy to get a little more vigorous, though," she cooed.
The fox kit nodded and let out a little sigh, staring intently at the little nub as he manipulated it with his finger. If she wanted more, then maybe... he brought in his thumb and forefinger, gently rolling the flesh between them. Yes, that would probably work. He leaned in and locked his lips over the top half of his mother's sex, his fingers withdrawing to give his muzzle ample room. His tongue sought out that little nub and flicked hard against it, swirling around it in circles.
"Oh gods!" Terry squealed, her paws grabbing onto her son's ears. Her body quivered from the sudden stimulation. She hadn't expected her son to be so quick to try using his mouth, but she wasn't complaining. "Th-that's it... k-keep that up with your tongue... oh, fuck, that's good..."
Well, that was unexpected. Never before had Robbie heard his mother swear in his presence. The fact that she had was a clear indicator that he was doing a damn fine job. He rested his paw on his mother's hips, holding them apart as his tongue rolled back and forth over that little nub. He could feel his chin getting moist with his mother's juices. He let his tongue slip down to gather up a bit of those fluids. They were tangy, yet clean, an odd flavor to them, and one that the fox kit was... surprisingly not averse to. He returned his tongue to his mother's clit, flicking back over it -- at least until his mother pulled his head back.
Robbie blushed, looking up at his mother. "W-was I doing anything wrong?" he asked.
The vixen beamed down at him, a dreamy look on her muzzle. "No, dear... you were doing just fine... I just wanted to show you something else you could do... something to occupy your fingers, and enhance the experience for me... I can guarantee this one will get any girl screaming for more," she said, taking a hold of his paw and bringing it between her legs. "Put a couple fingers in, palm up, and roll your fingers forward... like you're trying to get at my clit from inside..."
The kit nodded, pushing two fingers into his mother's sex. He gasped as he did. His mother's flesh was amazingly soft, and wet, and so hot... it took him a moment to regain his senses and start to rub his fingers forward.
Almost immediately, Terry's hips jerked forward, a strangled gasp escaping her muzzle. "G-good... that's the g-spot... if you can find that, any girls you play with will REALLY love you," she panted, her paws gripping her son's ears again. "That, combined with some st-stimulation to the clit externallyyyyy, whether with your fingers or, oh gods... your tongue... mmmm... will work wooooonders," she said, her last word fading into a moan as her kit's tongue returned to her clit.
It certainly felt... strange... to be eating out his mother's pussy. But the more Robbie licked at her clit, the more he got into it. So what if it was his mother? His dick throbbed. Maybe the fact that it was his mother was making it hotter for him... he could already feel a little pre drooling down his shaft, and he hadn't even touched himself! And the way his mother was squirming, she must not be far from orgasm, herself.
Sure enough, barely a minute later, the vixen was rolling her hips forward, grinding desperately against her son's muzzle. "Ngh... gods, yes... Robbie, I'm... cumming!" she cried, arching her back and throwing her head back as her orgasm hit her, her body trembling as she floated away on a cloud, warmth radiating out through her body from her son's tongue. For a good thirty seconds, she rolled her hips gently to greet the fox kit's tongue, her climax pushing her beyond words. As quickly as it began, though, it faded away, and the vixen collapsed backwards on the bed, her paws releasing her son's ears.
When his mother released his ears, Robbie pulled his muzzle back, withdrawing his fingers from his mother's sex. He examined them, then put them in his muzzle, licking them clean of his mother's fluids, before standing up and looking at her. "Umm... guess I did ok, huh?"
Terry pushed herself up on her elbows and beamed at her son. "That was fantastic, dear," she said, giggling a bit as her eyes fell on the boy's erection. "Looks like you could use some attention, too," she said, reaching over and gently flicking his penis with a finger.
Robbie gasped and whimpered, watching as a little of his pre flew about from the flick. "I... umm... yeah," he said, blushing deeply. "Umm... w-what do you wanna... d-do?" he asked.
The vixen grinned and lifted her legs, wrapping them around her son's waist and pulling the boy in close. "Well, you've got a slick vagina right there, and you're rock hard... what do you think I want you to do?"
Robbie gulped, a shiver running down his spine as his mother pulled him in. His balls were resting against her lips, and he could feel the heat of her sex against his bits. "B-but... sh-shouldn't we... you know... use a condom?" he asked.
Terry laughed and ruffled her son's headfur. "That's my boy being responsible. Ordinarily, yes. But, let's put it this way. I have an IUD, and your father and I have been having unprotected sex daily since about four months after your sister was born. If he can't get me pregnant, you've got nothing to worry about."
Well, that settled it, then. With trembling paws, Robbie grabbed onto his mother's hips, and guided himself downward, his eyes locked on his mother's groin as his penis slipped lower, until his tip was at her entrance. The moment it was there, his mother tightened her legs around his waist, pulling his three and a half inches right into her waiting love tunnel. He gasped as his member sank between his mother's lips, his eyes shutting tight. It felt even warmer against his bare flesh than it had against his fingers, and oh so velvety soft. He ground his hips against his mother's groin, shivers running down his spine as his brain registered that the warmth around his dick... was his mom.
Instinct took over, the boy's hips starting to thrust into the warmth enveloping his dick. He leaned down over his mother, panting as he felt her folds hugging his penis, those folds he had passed through eleven years ago. This should feel wrong, and yet it felt so... intense, so... GOOD. "Ngh... oh, gods... mom," he panted. He could barely believe this was real!
As he worked himself into a steady rhythm pumping his mother's pussy, the vixen grabbed his paws, bringing them up her chest. "That's a good boy... here... play with mommy's breasts... some girls really like it when you play with them... t-tease my nipples... s-suck them."
The fox kit blushed as he looked up at his mother, but did as she requested, his right paw grabbing her left breast as he latched onto her left with his muzzle, sucking at her nipple like he'd done to her clit. He had to admit, this was pretty nice. The way his mother squirmed as he suckled her tit, the feel of her body pressed tight against his own, combined with the hot slickness of her sex against his dick... he didn't know why fucking his mother was so hot, but he knew he didn't want this to be his only time.
Just as Robbie was finally giving in to his desires, the bedroom door opened.
Ellie gasped, running into the room. "Ohmygods, Robbie, you're yiffin' Mommy! Oh oh oh can I join in? Huh? Can I can I can I?"
Robbie froze. His face burned hotter than it ever had before, and in that moment, he wished that he could just die. Caught fucking his mom, by his sister! And her immediate response is to want to join in!
Terry giggled at her daughter's enthusiasm, her laughter quickly fading as she saw how embarrassed her son was. "Well, sweetie... that's up to Robbie. Do you want to let your sister join in?"
The fox kit buried his face between his mother's breasts as he contemplated that question. Of course he didn't want her to join in! Or... did he? The whole point of coming into his mother's room was to get her advice on how to pleasure a female, and his mom had insisted that practice was the best way to improve... so why not practice with his sister, too? But she was his SISTER! She was so much YOUNGER than him! Three years means a lot when you're eleven! Though it's not like he hadn't played with her before... she'd asked for it, enjoyed it... but, no. This was supposed to be his time with their mother.
Slowly, Robbie turned his head to look at his sister. He could feel his erection withering as he shook his head. "N-no," he said, barely above a whisper.
Ellie's face sank as she heard the word. "But Roooobbiiiiiie, I wanna play tooooo!" she whined. "Pleeeeeease?"
"No!" Robbie said, much more firmly this time. Gods, this was embarrassing. He turned away from her, hiding his face in their mother's chest.
"Why noooot?" Ellie persisted.
Terry sighed and looked at her daughter. "Ellie, we've had this discussion about consent."
The younger vixen let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah, 'no means no,' but--"
"No 'buts,' young lady," Terry said, cutting her off. "Your brother said 'no.' I'll play with you when we're done, but for now... could we get a little privacy, please?"
"Aww! I can't even watch?" Ellie asked, her shoulders and ears drooping.
Terry sighed and looked down at her son, bringing a paw to stroke the back of his head. "Would it be alright if she watched, sweetie?"
Robbie shook his head again. His face was burning. There was no way he could continue after this. With a little grunt, he pushed himself up, pointedly looking away from both his mother and his sister. "If you wanna play, fine," he muttered, brushing past his sister and heading for the door.
As he reached the door, he felt a large paw grab his shoulder. "Honey... wait." Terry guided her son away from the door, then pointed out it. "Ellie... I need to talk to your brother. Alone."
The younger vixen opened her mouth and took a breath, as though she were about to protest. A stern glare from her mother silenced the girl, and with one last exaggerated sigh, she left the room. Terry shut the door behind her, and put an arm around her son's shoulders, walking him back to the bed.
Once back at the bed, Terry sat down, and pat the mattress next to her. Wordlessly, Robbie sat down next to her, avoiding her gaze. His face was still flushed from his sister's interruption. The elder vixen put an arm around her son's shoulders and pulled him in. It was a few moments before she broke the silence.
"You ok, sweetie?" Terry whispered.
Robbie shrugged, pointedly looking away from his mother even as he leaned into her side. He briefly wondered if his mother could feel the heat from his face against her breast. The boy jumped as he felt his mother's paw stroke his muzzle.
"It's ok, sweetie," Terry whispered, before leaning down and planting a kiss between his ears. "I know how... awkward it can be... to be walked in on by your siblings. My brothers never really wanted to join in, though." She giggled softly, and gave her son another squeeze. "Suppose I wouldn't have minded, really. But you're not me," she said, glancing down at his groin. "If you don't want to continue, that's fine."
Silence fell between the two again. The fox boy was lost in thought again. Part of him wanted to continue. His mom's pussy DID feel amazing, after all. But having Ellie just barge in like that... he wasn't sure he'd be able to get a boner again for a week! After a couple minutes he shrugged, then nuzzled at his mother's breast. "Umm... n-not tonight," he whispered.
Terry nodded, and brought a paw to her son's belly, rubbing in little circles over his tummy. "That's fine, sweetie," she said, and leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of his muzzle. "Love you."
"Love you, too," Robbie replied, the words coming automatically. He remained quiet for a minute more, then raised his muzzle, not looking up at his mother, but directing his aim less at his own feet and more toward his mother. "Umm... c-could we maybe... try again some other time?" he whispered.
The vixen smiled and gently grabbed her son's chin, turning his face up to look up at her. She smiled at him, and pressed her nose to his, then whispered, "Whenever you want, sweetie. I'll lock the door next time, too," she added with a giggle.
The boy couldn't suppress the chuckle at that. He gave his mother a weak smile, then gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks," he muttered, then looked away again, heaving a sigh. He started to stand, but fell back to the bed when his mother's paw intercepted him.
"We could cuddle for a bit, if you want," Terry whispered, unwrapping her arms from her son and pushing herself back into bed.
The cub nodded, and left his arm where it was, then tossed a leg across his mother's chest, his other arm sneaking under her head as he pulled himself in close, trying to ignore the fact that his sheath was pressed up against his mother's thigh. It felt weird, cuddling in the nude with his mother like this, especially considering what they'd been doing not ten minutes before, but the vixen didn't seem to mind it at all, which put his mind at ease. Robbie shut his eyes and tucked his muzzle into his mother's chest as she wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in close. He squeaked as his mother's paw came to rest on his butt and gave it a squeeze. Despite himself, he wiggled his butt, pressing into the pleasant sensation of his rump being stroked. Even if it was his mother, a little butt rub felt nice.
What a night.