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The living room was dressed up for zombie combat, chairs stood erect to hold up blankets of browns and different colored likeness, while nerf gun bullets were raining down as they wiz by periodically. A fidgety fennec fox named Chris Chocolate scuttled behind for cover with his mom, Taylor, joining her in the defense against the zombies.

"Mom! We gotta s'ay hidden! The sombies are a'fer us!" Chris popped up over the cover and shot a foam dart out randomly into the living room. It bounced off the couch and landed on the carpeted flooring. There were two other locations set up with chairs and blankets to make cover to hide behind.

Taylor was a mom who enjoyed watching her kit have fun, and takes pleasure in joining with his games as well. She believed participation was important in a cubs growth. "I'll hide here, how many zombies do you see?"

"I see..." The boy peeked out then retreated just as quickly. "A whole lotta'em!"

"If we hide too long, think they'll find us?" His mother looked about in action, guarding this spot.

"Um..." He thought hard for a moment, ears folding back until his face made a frown. "F'ink if I ask'em to go 'way, they will leave us 'lone?" His big ears swiveled around, wondering if his idea would work.

"Let's find out, maybe they're nice zombies." Taylor chuckled at her sons idea.

"Yeah!" He jumped, "Then maybe they'll hold still while I shoot'em." Chris leaped out from his hiding place and spoke out to the pretend zombies. "'Ah! You! 'an you 'an you 'an you!" He begins pointing out with his index finger. "Leave us 'lone!" He stumbled back to the hiding place behind the blanket and chairs.

"What are they doing? Are they listening?" Taylor gave a quick peek over the top then ducked back under. She grasped her nerf pistol in her paw.

"Lemme see." Being of age five, the youngster had an imagination to play with. So encouraged by his mothers playful behavior, did he peek out then draw back in. "There're leaving us 'lone! Quick! We gotta run!" Taking his mothers paw, he pulled her along to the other area set up as a barricade, shooting his nerf gun at will. Taylor and Chris Squatted behind a turquoise blanket defense. "I'ma save you from the sombie men mama." Chris sprang into action! He popped up and shot off three shots in quick succession. "S'good thing we got lasers!" This made His mother laugh, who carried on and shot out foam darts as well. Darting back and forth, shooting darts around the house was energy spending, but worth the fun. Laughter filled the living room with joyous memories, luckily nothing broke in the mayhem.

Ring! Ring! Riiiiing!

The party paused, Taylor getting up to answer the phone.

Chris looked on with a cocked head, curious who it was.

Taylor picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" There was a moment of pause. Immediately the cub saw his mothers face brighten with joy.

"Oh Hi bear bear!"

"Daddy?!" Chris abandoned his Nerf gun and collided with his mothers leg, tugging onto it repeatedly.

"Oh wonderful, me and Chris are playing. How's Japan?"

The cub began tugging harder now on his mother's sweat pant leg. He was becoming impatient fast! "Mooom~ I wanna talk ta daddy!"

"Hang on honey, Chrisy wants to speak to you." Taylor giggled at the cubs antics and gave him the phone, who snatched it away from her paw.

"konnichiwa daddy!" Chris jumped into the air and kept bouncing. He wanted to greet his father in Japanese since he heard of the word.

The voice on the other side of the line spoke in a friendly manner. It was warm, and smooth to the ear. "Hahaha! Hey there son. It's Moshi moshi when you want to say hi to someone over the phone."

Chris stopped bouncing. Then he started bouncing again! "'Kay! Moshi moshi Daddy!"

This got an even bigger laugh out of Light. "Oh-hahaha! There we go! So, what are you playing with your mother?"

"Me 'an mom shoot'n sombie men! Pow! Pow! Pow! 'an we run 'an run till we gotta shoot more sombies!" The Fennec cub's bouncing became increasingly rapid as he described the arena.

"Oh wow! Must be fun getting those zombies. Rawrg! Hahaha. So, Are you excited to go to preschool?" Light asked in a friendly manner.

"Um..." Chris hesitated, unsure of what to say, bouncing slowing down.

"You'll be with kids your own age, there will be lots to learn, and lots of fun!" Light decided not to put a curse on the poor boy by not giving him a chocolate related name like his parents did to him. He was made fun of at school for being "Light Chocolate," he was not going to doom his son the same fate.

"Mmm no. Sombie men is funnest!"

"Well all right then. When I get back, they'll be lots of fun to be had, son."

"Daddy, when you come'n back from 'Pan?" Chris' bouncing crawled down. He sounded sad.

"Should be home in a few weeks. I love you, you know that right?" Light sympathized with his boy, hoping he could be there for him.

"Wuv yew tew!" Chris bounced and reached up to give mom the phone. She grabbed it, clearing her voice.

"So honey, you should have been here by now, that "you know what" starts soon..." Taylor went into the kitchen and left Chris to his own devices.

Couch time! The cub ran over to the couch's end and ran four legged back to the other end. He ran and ran, zooming from one end of the couch to the other. Making circles, he panted and zoomed to both ends in repeat. He finally settled down and sat with his tail wrapped around himself in a little ball at the corner end of the couch.

"What?!"

Mom's yelling startled the fennec cub.

"What do you mean you won't be home for another couple weeks!"

"Uh-oh." Chris sunk back down into his little ball of fluff.

Meanwhile in the kitchen...

"Pumpkin pumpkin, calm down. Just send Chris to a baby sitter, or your sisters and lock the house when it happens." Her husband spoke on the phone, but this served to irritate Taylor even more.

"You know he does not like the babysitter. And you know I don't like sending him to one either. And-aand don't forget my sisters will be beginning as well." Taylor would love to reach over the phone and punch Light's boss in the face for keeping him away from the house. Especially in this very important time of year. "Are you sure there's absolutely no way you can get home on some emergency flight? Stop kissing Jarred's ass and tell him he can shove it!"

But Light knew his other half's temper would simmer down quickly. "You know we need this. It's for our son's future. This deal will net the company over twelve million, If I back out now, we get nothing."

Taylor fumed, pacing around the kitchen. Back and forth, she grunted under her breath. As she turned in her pacing, she almost ran into a fridge with a picture magnet of her son on it in a little heart frame. She looked at the picture, realizing that this was for her Chris' future. "...Okay. Do what you have to do to secure this deal then. But If It happens early, then that's your own fault."

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. "Okay deal. I'll just have to miss out then won't I?" Some speaker in the background was heard faintly on the other end of the line, Light quickly racking things up. "Look babe, I have to go."

"Awe, so soon?" The vixen brushed hair out from her eyes. " Okay, Love you baby."

"Love you too, Bye bye."

Click.

The Fennec mom hung the phone up. There was a calendar on the side of the fridge. It was January 16th, 1991. The big problem with Light being away was that her heat begins sometime soon. It could be in a few weeks. A few days. Taylor turned around and gasped. It could be today! Putting the phone down she reentered the living room set up as a play area.

Chris was sitting in the form of a ball in the corner end of the couch. "Mommy? Who's Dewed? What's an ass? Why does daddy wanna kiss Dewed's ass? What does shove it-"

"Chris! Little ones should not be saying those things!" Taylor's arms flew in the air!

The cub rolled tighter into his little ball. "Sowwy momma."

Taylor sighed and sat next to him she lifted the ball of fur with big ears and sat him in her lap. "It's okay Chrisy. Sometime's mommy say things when I don't really mean too. Now, how about some TV?"

The cub took delight and nestled in his mother's lap, and then came the scritches. A paw came and petted his right ear, then stroked the left; Thumb, index, and middle finger worked around the pressure points behind the cubs neck, earning mews from him. The calm of the living room lifted the warmth in the air and stirred it slowly, lap sitting on his mother and brushing his cheek against softness of heart. The paw of supple fur caressed the child behind the neck, searching for area's to press gently, to smooth over, to care. Fingers rubbed the boys ears and he smiled gingerly. The ball shaped child gently changed to a laid out one, getting rubs on the ears as the TV went on in the background. He turned his head, and started receiving scritches on the chin, smiling and brushing his face on his mom's shirt. In doing so, got a few belly rubs that earned a delightful butterfly giggle from the boy, letting the paw caress him up and down. Mother went for his foot paws and kneaded them softly between her thumbs and fingers before giving his legs a squeeze of their own. Chris just lay there, fuzzy and warm to the touch. Hand paws now stretching over his head, mother took them and gently rubbed modest pressure to the paws, Chris closing them around her finger.

For a while they sat there, mother petting her son. The afternoon rolled by as dinner was coming close. "What do you want to eat my little man?"

Chris was in happy land, and didn't want to do anything that included getting up. He just wanted to sit there and get his ears rubbed, so It was reasonable that he wasn't hungry. "What if I don't wanna eat?"

"You have to eat Chrisy, now, what are you hungry for?" Taylor took the tip of the cubs ears and applied little pressure to them, earning a soft moan.

Chris felt a shiver up his spine as his mother touched his sensitive ears. "We got any s'ghetti'os?"

"Spaghetti'os? I think we do."

Chris groaned as his warm mother put him aside. Why did she have to fix him dinner? She was so warm. He sat there curled up until dinner was ready.

They both ate their supper with spoons, the dark coming to befall the light. Dinner finished, and mother put up the chairs and blankets from their game earlier. There were a lot of foam darts to be picked up, each one was helped by a gleeful little child who helped his mother pick up the mess. More TV time after that meant more scritches and pets. Soon, it was time for the little one to go to bed as he was already asleep in his mother's lap. She picked him up, and carried him upstairs where he was whisked away into his room, and laid gently under covers. With the night light turned on, she gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered good night.

It was time after dark, and more TV merely delayed the inevitable. Taylor Almost drifted off at the couch, rubbing her pussy passively. Not thinking of it, she pulled the sweats down below the waist level and hooked the panties with it. Rubbing away she went, pressing finger into the labia and feeling the insides of her wetning pussy. A few hours pass like this, Taylor playing with herself and watching TV passively. It was getting close to bed time however, She wanted enough sleep so she can wake up when her son does.

Turning it off, she headed upstairs into the master bedroom. Her first glace was at under the bed. Her toy was there.

"Dammit..."

She grabbed the toy and hopped onto the bed after turning off the light. The room was dark, Provided cover. Here she relaxed and undressed herself from the waist. Giving her sweats a pull from the bottom, she began kicking. With one leg off, now she kicked the other off. Grunting, she gave all and dismantled her panties, discarding them off the side of the bed. Here, Taylor relaxed and spread out her legs, switching the power on for the toy.

"Pink Dragon 2000, rock my world." Taylor brought the toy up to her clitoris, teasing it a bit. She allowed herself to writhe in joy before dunking down into her pussy a few inches, going back to play with her clitoris. She moaned and gasped, rubbing it with her fingers, poking it with her toy. She became immersed in the feeling, switching to dig mode and pointed it at her vaginal passage. She quivered in excitement, and pushed it forward inside. Darkness shrouded as she felt her center light up, digging deeper. The pink dragon 2000 had a bulb at its end, pointing towards the user. The end easily rubbed against the clitoris. It hummed away inside as she took it in deep breaths, gasps, and moans, pulling it, and pushing.

Then there were a couple taps against the door. Her ears also caught some sobbing.

"Not now..." She sighed and took the vibrator out and slid under her blankets turning it off.

The tapping came again as the little boy entered the room. He was holding his stuffed bear, and sniffling. "Mo-ooo-om, I had a-a-a bad dweeeaaam~"

Taylor was just getting comfortable. The vibrator had to stay out of sight. "What is it baby, what's wrong?"

"I-I had a dweam 'bout the sombie men momma." The fuzzy little boy with big ears swabbed at a leaking tear. "Can I-Can I sleep with you momma, I'm scared!"

"Did those mean zombies scare you? Here, come sleep with me." Without thinking much about it, she allowed her son safety in her bed. Though naked from the waist down, she covered herself in hopes that Chris would not know.

"Tank yew." Chris padded along the carpet and put his bear between him and mom, sliping into the bed.

"You're safe here from them. Now, get some sleep my little angel."

Chris snuggled up against her, feeling her naked legs against his. He said nothing, nor noted it. He was just happy to be away from the zombies.

The rest of the night went on quietly, until Taylor could take no more. Has it been an hour already since he climbed into bed? Two? She reached for her vibrator and flicked it on. There was a faint hum in the air as she stuck it into her pussy and held in her moans.

After awhile...

Chris began to wake up. It was still night time. What disturbed him? There was a quiet hum, and some short lived gasping coming from his mother. "Momma? Are you okay?" he rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly the humming stopped. "No-no...not the battery, augh nooo~" out of frustration she threw the toy across the room.

Chris witnessed something that resembled a pink tube, or long fruit-maybe even a vegetable- go flying across. "Momma...?" Whatever it was, crashed into the wall in a loud thump.

She was fidgeting. She grabbed the edge of her bed and squeezed. Dammit why now?! The temptations were getting stronger. Without toy, without play. There was only really one other way. It was out of desperation. It was out of insanity! Without warning Taylor shoved her paw down her son's pajamas. He made an Eep! And grabbed the molesting paw with both of his. "Momma!"

"Just this once-just this once-just this once-oh please forgive me Chrisy!" Mother began to physically please the boy, touching him in his privates.

"Ungh! That feels...?" Little boy could not hold a candle to what it felt like. "Momma...!" Chris closed his eyes tightly and held the paw there that was touching him. Another arm from his mother wrapped around and began rubbing the boy's ear. He started letting off moans and gasps, becoming less resistant. He was being semi-held between scritches and touches!

Her arm that petted his ear retreated back so she could play with herself. Fingers moving in and out, her moans got louder, and she got rougher with her little boy. Squeezing his little penis out, her soft paws began to unsheathe him. The child squeaked, and felt his pajamas getting tugged off. There they went, off from the legs. The underwear came next, Chris just obeyed silently and lifted his rump to make the process easier. Without undies, and no pajama bottoms, the boy was butt naked and vulnerable.

Taylor kept grunting in frustration, hoping to get Chris hard soon. But she heard a voice. "Momma, what are you do'n?" The little fennec had uttered tightly.

"I know it's strange but just let me do this once. Just once little Chrisy okay?" Taylor turned to her side, fingering her privates, and playing with the little cubs hardening cock.

Chris had his legs closed shut, but mom's paw was there touching him. Her fingers worked the tip of his penis that was outside the sheath. She slowly creped her paw to cup his balls lightly, ever so lightly while thumbing the skin on the sheath up and down. The cub's scrotum was covered in a soft fluff, and felt good to the touch, his cock though was a harder equal. Somehow the smooth gliding of the fingers calmed the cub down enough to where he spread his legs a little, still tensed up, but more welcoming of this strange practice. Now when mother rubbed the little pecker in her palm, she got moans in return. He was ready.

"Now climb on me." Taylor knew better, so she helped him. Grabbing the child by the arms, she dragged him on top her belly, getting him in position. Now he lay on top for a very special occasion.

"Mooommaa~ Why's my fireman all like this? 'An why's it feel nice when you touch there?" There were so many questions! Unfortunately, nay were answered to question.

"Just-! ... Just give me your cock!" Taylor demanded her son. So much so, she pushed his bottom inward, getting the boy hood into her waiting pussy. When skin touched skin, both Taylor and Chris moaned out, The little cub pushing in on his own now. He bucked and shivered, something emanating from his tail bone up his spine. It hit his skull and made him pull out a little, then back in. Gasp!

Taylor gasped as well, he fucked! How cute. "Do that again! I liked it!" She tried getting her cub on the good side of this, teaching the more naughty things to him.

Chris was slowly being groomed for this now, taking that what he did was a good thing, he let the feelings wash over his body before finding the strength to pull, and push again. Another gasp! "It'sa warma! I just gotta...ngyah!" This time the little boy pulled out more and stuffed himself inside where it felt best. It was a great feeling. The child's pecker indulged in warm sensation of the flesh, bucking in and out. On top of his mom, he lay down and squeaked, making little noises that resembled a chair creaking when being sat on, doing little high pitched moans. Under him, Taylor encouraged these actions, talking him through her heat.

"That's good, oh! Just like that baby! Keep doing what you're doing, you're doing great!" Taylor held onto his lithe body and felt him rock her world.

"Nnnngyah!" With a final buck into his mother, Chris gave in a came. It was just as sudden, Taylor felt a warm cream start filling her up.

"Good boy...yes...mmm." Taylor held the small fuzzy child on her belly, who now became limp like a wet noodle. He said nothing, nor moved. He lay shapelessly and fell asleep.

Now that she felt her son's semen within, a form of guilt formed around her. She had scratched that itch, but it was still itchy. She went through the rest of the night hugging dearly her little precious boy, and slept.