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--College

It was a dull night, one without any studying, partying, or even gaming when Brittany asked Macharius coolly, "What're your plans for summer break?"

The dragon murmured in thought. He always had to gather his thoughts when he was having sex; he wasn't used to small talk the way Brittany tossed it out there. It amazed him how casual she could be when she was underneath him, letting him pound away at her bottom, which was modest for a bear. It would have been vaginal sex if they'd had any condoms left, but Brittany guessed he would have gone for her ass anyway. He had a penchant for rimming her even when she came back sweaty and ripe from her jogs around the campus, and she was beginning to suspect that he liked when she was a little gamey.

"I dunno... stay here, probably." He kissed the back of her neck. She kept her hair short, and it rendered her neck too tempting not to smooch. He bucked against her, steady and firm. "My folks are a long ways off," the dragon said wistfully, "so we only keep up in email."

Brittany turned her head and closed her eyes. She liked when Macharius kissed her neck, but it tickled and always made her smile. She hated smiling. "You oughta come with me. Meet my mom."

Macharius paused ever so slightly, then resumed his pace. He was getting closer, sweat gleaming on his silvery-white hide like morning dew. His internal testes were aching for the climax and his cock throbbed in Brittany's spit-lubed ass. Playfully, "Why? Are we dating now?"

"I'd never date you," Brittany said, smiling evilly. She didn't mind smiling when she was being a bitch about it. "But I hate to think of you stuck here, nose in a book. You could be with me in Cali, with your nose in my butt, like usual."

"You make it sound really tempting," Macharius chuckled, a hint of admonishment in his voice. "You think your mom would mind me...?"

She'd probably try to smother you under her big, fat ass, Brittany thought acerbically. "Nah, she'd like you. You're polite and quiet. Scrawny, too, so she'll try to feed you all kinds of fattening crap."

Macharius smiled, resting on Brittany. He was in the home stretch, bouncing against her rear. His breathing quickened, but he wasn't quite panting. "Now that sounds kinda nice... eat something besides instant ramen and McGarbage. I suppose I'd like to come along if it-, ooh, damn, this is nice... if it's all right with your mother."

Brittany sounded almost disappointed when she asked Macharius, "Are you cumming?"

Like when they studied together, Macharius was on the bear's page. He didn't need to ask for clarification, instead only answering in his quaking voice, "Y-yes. I am. Do you mind?"

The bear licked her thick, black jowl and hummed aloud. She felt the quiver in the dragon's body and the quickness of his breath on her neck. He was nearly still, his bucks truncated and infrequent. "Kind of... but I guess you can do it inside me."

"Thank you." Tight, collected words; Macharius was making every attempt to steady his voice. He pushed against the bear once, twice, and then he shuddered throughout his body. A wonderful orgasm struck him and he shot into her tight, fair bottom, each rope blending into the next, leaving Brittany pleasantly sticky and warm within.

"Uuugh," Brittany grumbled, bunching the sheets in her fingers. "That's always such a weird feeling. I bet you lost the condoms on purpose."

Macharius was all smiles. Bliss and release left his cheeks rosy. "I didn't lose the condoms," he said softly and truthfully, his lips brushing her ear and making it flit. He knew exactly where the condoms were: in his pocket.

--Home

The heavy, angry beat of rock and roll pounded in the living room of the Kushner residence. The fifteen-year-old son was out visiting his aunt and uncle for the weekend; this music was mom's. A t-shirt stretched across her massive bust and the stylized letters which read KOCAINE KAHNSO as well as the block lettering reading OFFICIAL ROAD CREW below that distorted around the curves of her boobs. An elliptical sweat stain curved down from her damp neck, her hair glistened with it, and her ass and feet and groin were all equally swampy too. Farrah Kushner was a woman who liked to exercise and loved to sweat, whether it was from a workout or a lay.

She twisted and bent and splayed and punched the air. Her accordance to the rhythm was loose at best, but her energy was high. Her shorts clung to her like film and she found herself thinking absently that she should have taken her panties off before she started to exercise. They were wedged into the deep crack of her ass like floss.

Even with her panties sawing into her ass crack, Farrah jerked and jived and kept sweating, and as much as she loved to dance and exercise, part of it was feminine vanity. From her childhood to her present middle age, she had always been chubby. It never went away, it never grew much with her two cubs, and it never seemed to bother the men in her life. Her husband had loved it, had chosen her fullness over any one of the fit bitches he could have courted, and Farrah had felt his devotion to her full-figure was affirmation that there was something to it. But still, she exercised. She worked herself until the sweat rolled off her brow and then some, but she never got any thinner. As much as she loved being the MILF hunter's dream score, she felt a bit of jealousy towards her own daughter, of all people in her life. Brittany was slim and flat in ways Farrah could never hope to achieve, and she seemed to be as much with no effort spent.

The mama bear was trying to squeeze in just a bit more exercise until her daughter came home. She was bringing a friend, someone polite and innocuous she studied with, and that was a good enough impetus for Farrah. Her goal, a low-hanging one she felt she could achieve, was to burn off the cheesecake she had made and then enjoyed the previous day, and maybe be an inch slimmer for when Brittany and company came through the door.

We should get there around one or two, Brit had said. Kinda hard to find a flight that's not super expensive.

Farrah was counting on that delay. The house still needed to be vacuumed, and she still needed a shower. Greeting her daughter while sweaty and objectively gross was one thing, but her friend--.

The knock at the front door made Mrs. Kushner's heart jump. She blinked, looked at the door, and listened to be sure it wasn't part of the music. It came again, a staccato bang of knuckles on oak, and the bear reluctantly turned off her music. She grabbed her hairbrush and briskly smoothed back her shiny brown locks. Brittany banged the door again and Farrah called as she put down her brush with strands wildly knotted through it, "All right, all ri-i-ight!"

She opened the front door and there was her baby girl - twenty-two years of age, but still her cub - with a plain black duffel bag in her grip. Standing behind her, holding a white duffel of his own, was the surprisingly handsome friend her daughter had spoken of. Farrah had had no idea he was a dragon, and although it didn't bother her, it certainly provoked some intrigue. She looked past her expectant daughter at the dragon and cracked a smile. "Well, hi there, sweetie."

"Ah! Hello, Mrs. Kushner," Macharius politely crowed. "Brittany has said a lot about you."

Farrah smiled wanly. "I be-e-et. Come on in, you two. I'm not paying to cool off the whole neighborhood."

Macharius politely closed the door behind himself and watched with similarly inoffensive politeness as mother and daughter embraced. Oh, it's so great to see you, you look great, how is college, how is Brett, how is your boyfriend mom, do you have a boyfriend yet Brit? The dragon stood idly by for all of it, a thin smile on his face, tail swishing in loping, pendulous arcs.

Farrah finally greeted the dragon with an outstretched paw, which he shook gently in spite of her firm grip. "Well! You must be, uh," she smiled apologetically, "Mack--, Mach-something?"

"Macharius," he said gently. "And it's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kushner."

Brittany rolled her eyes. Here it comes.

"Aw, honey," Farrah laughed, "Mrs. Kushner is my mother-in-law. I'm just Farrah. Now c'mon, you kids, get your butts in the kitchen. I made some iced tea."

"That would be wonderful, ma'am," said the dragon, following Farrah, watching her hips and ass sway with perfect feminine rhythm. Brittany could already see that she wouldn't be spending much time with either of them.

Farrah poured tall glasses of sweetened tea. Ice cubes clinked in the dark brew and sweat rolled down the glasses, reminding Farrah of how swampy she was. Sipping his drink, Macharius also thought of the mama bear's well-exercised sheen. Brittany's flat bottom and nearly nonexistent tits were vanishing from his thoughts like a puddle evaporating in the sunlight.

Small talk pervaded the kitchen. Farrah asked the motherly questions about her daughter's college life and Brit answered dutifully, leaving out the parts about sex and drunkenness and sweet leaf good times, all of which Farrah fully expected anyway. Though not similar in form factor, Brittany took after her mama when it came to promiscuity.

The mama bear turned her eyes on Macharius, presently sipping his second glass of tea. He could not stop complimenting Farrah on it, and she certainly didn't tell him that it was just black tea from Walmart. "So Macharius," she said, not mangling his name at all this time, "Brittany says you're studying history?"

"Ah, yes, I am." He smiled. "Specifically about, well, dragons in ancient culture. Mostly in the east, though also in the west. I wouldn't want to bore you, though."

"Yeah, he never shuts up," Brittany sneered.

Farrah patted his knee under the table. It was a friendly touch but it made things further north begin to stir. A hint of blush warmed his cheeks. "Well, that must be awful for you, Brit," said Farrah, blue eyes on Macharius. "You don't have your mom's badonkadonk, you can't sit on the boys to shut 'em up."

Brittany groaned. "Mo-o-om, come on."

Now Macharius' cheeks were like neon signs, a fine rosy glow marking his utter embarrassment. He looked away from both bears, studying instead the breadbox which actually contained onions, and the toaster which had a cute little cozy on it depicting a farmhouse. His penis was starting to rub against the inside of his boxers.

Farrah giggled wildly. Her fat body jiggled and shook, flesh moving like gelatin in an earthquake. "I'm just saying, hon, you ought to eat more! Boys like women with some meat on their bones. It's pretty much expected of bears."

"Mom, Christ, I can't put on weight and you know it. I'm just not built like--."

"I think you're both, ah, very lovely," Macharius said, his bashful studies of the breadbox and toaster concluded. He put eyes on Farrah, smiling meekly, his face lit by his blush. "Whether thick or thin, I feel a beautiful bear is a wonderful thing."

The smile on Farrah's face turned lopsided, as it torqued into a twist. Her teeth showed on one side and she leaned closer, her bust hanging low and brushing on the table. The letters on her shirt were unreadable at such an angle. "Oh my god, you silver-tongued little devil. You're really cute, you know that?" Her voice was low, a tone for dark secrets. Her snout was tilted down, and she stared at him from the tops of her eyes as if peeking over invisible glasses.

"I-I, well-." Macharius laughed, and briefly giggled. He was flustered. "I'm minoring in English studies..."

Brittany could see the lust in their eyes. Mama bear was hungry, and Macharius was as good as devoured. The daughter bear stood up, chugged down her tea, shoved her chair in and put her cup in the sink standing up. "I'm going out," she said. "Gonna see if Erin still lives around here." Hardly any acknowledgment came from the dragon and the mama bear other than murmurs. Brittany slugged Macharius in the shoulder, making him wince and break eye contact. He looked at Brittany guiltily. "Remember to come up for air," she said, and smooched his cheek.

The moment the front door clicked behind Brittany, Farrah all but threw her chair back. Its legs barked on the linoleum. "Right here, or in my bedroom?" she plainly asked, but fiery sexual desire burned behind her blue eyes. The scent of her lust was as powerful to Macharius as the sight of her sweaty, flawless form.

"Oh my god," Macharius squeaked, smiling wide in nearly idiotic delight. "I-I, uh, I guess... I guess, well..."

Farrah lunged at him, her presence so great and commanding that the floor shook under her footsteps. She yanked on the back of his chair, twisting him away from the table. His lap exposed, she sat her fat ass down and mashed his snout into her cleavage through the shirt. Although the chair creaked in protest, it held up. "I can smell my daughter on you, y'know," she growled, holding the horns flowing from the back of his head. He couldn't speak a word with his snout wedged into her breasts. "I can smell her on you so much. I don't think you're dating but I know you're fucking her silly." She grinned, teeth just visible below her thick jowls. "Squeeze my big butt once for yes, twice for no."

Macharius groped her bottom tightly, just once, but he was painfully tempted to lie just to squeeze a second time. He had never touched such flawless ass cheeks. He would have given his wings - currently tucked neatly to his back and pinned between himself and the backrest - just to taste the sweat which dripped from her taint.

"Good boy... really good boy. You have good taste, we Kushner ladies fuck like you wouldn't believe." She cracked a grin and said with a laugh, "My boyfriend calls it more Kushner for the pushnering."

The dragon's fingers slipped sneakily below the waistband of her gym shorts. Just the sensation of her black fur sluicing through his fingers, so heavy with sweat he could have collected and drank it, was nirvana. He thought his penis might rip its way out of his jeans, like a monster from the horror films Brittany loved to subject him to, if he couldn't get his satisfaction soon. The pun was cute but he more or less ignored it, fixated as he was on her body.

"Ooh, hell, you're going right for what you want, huh?" She pecked him between the eyes, on his plating. "Is that it?"

Macharius squeezed once.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I can't blame you, I know my girl's a little lacking. Don't tell her I said it, though..." She pecked him between the eyes again, and Macharius felt like he might melt. "So you want my fat, black butt, is that it? Think you can handle it all?" Though it put dangerous stress on the chair, she gyrated and wobbled against him as if they were on a raft at sea. Macharius found his erection painful in his jeans. He squeezed the mama bear's fat ass once more.

"All right, sugar, but only since you're so-o-o confident," she conceded, with a hint of sarcasm. Ponderously she rose, and Macharius held fast to her thick behind. Her shorts caught on his wrists and slid down over the twin hemispheres of her ass, leaving her exposed. The plush and wiry bush of a MILF loomed before the dragon's muzzle and Macharius smashed his face into her crotch, his handsome snout vanishing in the crook of her thighs. Above was the warm smooch of her cuntlips. Below and to the sides, the embrace of furry, fat flesh dripping sweat. He closed his eyes against her pubic hair, but he savored its gentle scrub against his features.

Farrah grabbed his horns again, finding that they fit well in her paws. The comparison to handlebars was obvious, if not too low-hanging for her to seize upon. "Y'know, you're not the first guy I've shared with my daughter. Let's just sa-a-ay her second boyfriend, who might have been seventeen and not quite an adult, came over to help nice Mrs. Kushner with more than just the lawn and the trash." She laughed. "Heck, I've stolen guys from my son. Showed more'n a couple gay boys the light, I'll tell you."

Macharius was far from shocked. He expected total deviancy from the mother bear after she set the bar so high already. He pulled apart the overlarge curves of her cheeks and tried to wiggle his snout in deeper, hoping desperately for a whiff of anal musk, a droplet of sweat falling from her asshole to his nose, something, anything to satiate his needs.

But Farrah pulled back, defying his hands. Her cheeks were parted for a mere moment, but his desperate fingers left ruts in her fur as she left him. Still not about to give up, Macharius leaned forward with her and tried to keep his face buried in her crotch, but she exercised her grip on his horns. His snout came free, the ridges of his plates dragging against her cuntlips, tweaking the hood of her clit in successive bumps. She shuddered, then laughed. "Ooh, gawd, that--, whatsit, your plating? That feels nice. My boyfriend's got a beak but it's not quite the same."

Macharius sat back with a smear of vaginal wetness on his snout. His jeans bulged heinously and he pawed at the underside of the chair in an attempt to keep his wicked hands busy. "D-does he, miss--, ah. Does he?"

The shaky reluctance in Macharius' voice gave untold pleasure to the mama bear. She like any good woman enjoyed the knowledge that even in her middle age, college-aged boys buckled at the knees for her and blew out the seams on their pants when she gave them just a shake of the proverbial tailfeathers. She sat on the table's edge, gym shorts stuck around her knees, and Macharius felt a hot burst of envy for the surface of the table. It should have been his face under that flawless, fat bottom.

"He does," she said coolly. "Gryphon. You know." A smile, now a bob of her eyebrows. "Horse dick."

A cautious smile from Macharius. "Oh. I see."

"Do-o-on't worry, sugar," Farrah purred. "Mama's still tight enough for you."

The dragon was about to say something polite and utterly false about how he wasn't concerned at all, but the bear took point. As his elder and the most impossibly fine MILF he had ever met, Macharius quite gladly gave her the floor. "I want you to be real honest with me, hon. What do you want the most? Give me some ideas."

Macharius felt around his crotch, huffing. His penis demanded attention. Farrah shocked him and earned his love for the rest of time when she kicked off her flip-flop and stuck her broad, padded foot in his groin. He squeaked, eyes closing, head lolling back. He gripped the edges of the seat again, but this time in a white-knuckle squeeze as if he were holding the safety bar of a rollercoaster car.

She kneaded his penis through the denim and whatever else he had on, mashing it down with her arch and toes. Sweat deep in her fur and nestled between her pads began to ooze as she pressed into something more firm than the rubber of her flip-flop, and Macharius unmistakably felt the heat and dampness seeping into his jeans.

"Poor baby, it's like you got a telephone pole in here," clucked Farrah, tugging up her shirt absently. It inverted at her neck and she yanked it clean off, tossing it into the floor. A sports bra remained, white material ringed and heavy with sweat. "Get these pants down, and tell mama what you want."

It was the tone, that unmistakable momness in her sweet and caring manner, which enhanced the rubbing like nothing else. Macharius did not yet open his fly; he didn't want to unseat her foot from his loins. He gyrated into her and said shakily, "This. Th-this. It's what I want. You feet, they're just so big and... and they're perfect, yes?"

"Are you asking me?" Farrah laughed. Her tits jiggled noticeably in the bra. "You like my big ol' feet, that's cu-u-ute." She ground her heel into his cock's base, and the dragon found himself wondering if she expected external testes or if she knew his were internal. Nevertheless, her heel mashing into the root of his cock and his genital slit was almost too arousing, and precum which he'd been leaking since the bear made her intentions clear began to work its way through his jeans.

"What else do you like, honey? Do you like these?" asked Farrah, peeling off her sports bra. Plump teardrop tits fell into view, accentuated but not overly ravaged by gravity.

"I do, god, I do," Macharius crooned. He licked his lips, closing his eyes. His fingers traced the anatomy of Farrah's foot and ankle lovingly. "I love your behind. I enjoy that more than anything else, Mrs. Kush--, Farrah."

The bear's warm smile twisted into a grin rife with perverse interest. "My butt! Now what do you want my butt, for, sweetie? You some weirdo who likes licking buttholes?"

Macharius dipped his head in shame, but ogled Farrah's rubbing foot - he saw no point in wasting a chance for a good look at it. "Well... I am, yes. Especially if--. Ah, Farrah..."

Feeling rather limber and dangerous, Farrah pushed her foot as hard into his crotch as it would go, then lifted its twin. She was really counting on those no-slip feet on her kitchen table and the eagerness of the dragon to hold up two-hundred-and-forty pounds of mama bear, but they did. The bear licked her lips in an absent concentration tic and mashed her feet around his cock, framing it and pulling the denim down into it.

"Oh, my god," whimpered Macharius, his face a mask of utter, helpless bliss. He cupped the tops of Farrah's feet like another male might fondle breasts. "I no longer care if Brit hates me for this. This is perfect. This is--."

"Macharius, sweetie." Farrah's interruption made him blush. "Tell me about how much you like asses. Do you lick them? Lick up sweat?" She lowered her voice to a conspirator's volume. Her eyebrows rose and a smile better suited to a car salesman than even a middle-aged MILF graced her snout. "Sniffing?"

The dragon was shuddering. "All of the above, Mrs. Kushner," he said, letting the formality slip in his weakness. "Please. Just please."

Farrah chuckled. Wary of gravity and its swift reprisals, she eased one foot out of the dragon's lap, then its twin. She pushed off the table and only then managed to scoot it back a half inch, its rubber feet barking against the tile. Macharius flinched at the sound, but mama did no such thing.

"Bedroom," said Farrah, and snapped her fingers urgently. "Now, young man." She wiggled out of her bottoms and kicked them to join her shirt and bra. It wasn't the first time she had left hastily-discarded clothes in the kitchen.

Macharius wanted to offer himself for adoption to the bear. He longed to tell her how perfect she was. Words, however, failed him. He settled for smooching her cheek before he let himself be ushered to the bedroom, down the hall and just across from the laundry room. He didn't care about the bookshelf with the tacky biographies and vinyl records in it, and hardly noticed the poster on the wall which showed a leering, leather-clad and sabertoothed beast screaming into a microphone. The only hint that this was not a teenage girl's bedroom was the king-sized bed in an oak frame with shelves in the headboard. The dragon stood near the bed; Farrah shoved him into it. He was so giddy with anticipation that he hardly noticed when his knee bonked the frame.

Farrah rolled Macharius onto his back and attacked his crotch. There was no other word for it. She dragged her broad and mighty tongue across the tent pole of his penis, slathering thick drool into the denim. Macharius grimaced with delight, holding back his urge to buck against her face. A blowjob would be nice, but the bear's bottom was undeniably the main event.

Finally the bear opened his fly, her fingers brisk and nimble. His cock was nearly naked, so close to the perfection of Farrah's feet and ass and muff, and he was hard-pressed not to yank down his boxers and beg like a dog. He turned his head to seek a distraction and gazed briefly at the framed photos standing up in the shelves above the bed. He saw Brittany; a sly-looking boy bear of maybe thirteen in a school portrait; a handsome and stout brown bear with striking green eyes and a warm smile; the previous bear embracing Farrah, who was a little younger and sporting a prominent baby bump; and apparently the newest addition, a gryphon with bedroom eyes and a charming smile. Macharius had heard about Mr. Kushner. He knew better than to bring up the subject on the cusp of sex.

The dragon's glance at the photos took just a moment. Farrah brought him back to earth when she let loose a salacious, throaty grumble. She began to climb over him, her breasts and belly dragging along his taut young body until her snout met his and she pushed a hard kiss on him, locking sticky jowls with firm dragon lips.

Macharius moaned, throwing his arms around the stout bear. She crushed his penis between her loins and his own and it was unbearable. As her tongue wrestled his into quick submission, his meat pulsed beneath the slick warmth of her hairy muff, separated from it only by the thin cloth of his boxers. It was simultaneously Heaven and Hell.

He stroked down her back, sluicing plush black fur through his digits. His hands halted on the cheeks of her ass which he squeezed upon, believing rightly that Farrah was plump enough to take a good grope.

The squeeze galvanized her motherly lust. She yanked her maw back from the dragon's, leaving a bridge of gleaming drool between their chins. It fell away fast. "You really like my big old ass, don't you?" asked the mama bear before slurping her lips. "Don't you make a peep, sweetie. A mother knows these things."

Farrah dragged herself forward, knees sliding on the bed. She purposefully pulled her loins across the young man's body and her wetness left a vulgar smear on his shirt. "Ooh, I'm gonna fucking smother you, sweet stuff. I'm not afraid to use all this ass, y'know."

"God, I love you," bleated Macharius, smiling dreamily and utterly red-cheeked as though drunk. "Brit is such a good friend, but you're just-."

"Shh, shh, shh. No talking." Farrah was gentle in her shushing, managing not to embarrass the dragon with her reprimand. In the silence, she climbed off of him only to turn around and swing her thick, black ass over his snout. The tawny fur in the crack seemed to invite him, reminding the dragon of the cream filling of a certain popular sandwich cookie. He pawed at her bottom, seeming as though he was trying to halt its inexorable descent onto his face. He groaned in lustful satisfaction just as she touched down on his nose.

Farrah's ass had depth as well as width. Macharius' snout packed perfectly into her crack, his nose notching against the somewhat swollen button of her anus. Sweat soaked the fur and anal musk proved heavy and welcoming. Her pussy rested on his throat. "That's a good boy there, Macharius. You just lay there and let mama take good care of you."

The bear leaned over Macharius and tugged down his boxers. His cock caught on the waistband and strummed, bouncing a couple of times before standing straight as a chimney, waiting for the mother bear's wonderful ministrations. Farrah paused to consider his anatomy just a moment. The head of his penis was pointed, almost canine in that regard, but the shaft was smooth, knotless, fading into a genital slit with no balls to be seen.

"Most of the dragons I've been with have, um, outdoor gonads, you understand?" Farrah said, tittering like a girl. Her behind didn't cover the dragon's ears, but he wasn't listening to her, really. He wasn't even rimming her, only drawing deep, indulgent hits off of her asshole. The bear's scent, especially straight from the tap, thrilled Macharius like nothing else in the world. Brittany didn't let him huff on her ass, she thought it was weird and gross like most of the other girls on campus, but clearly Farrah understood that all of her assets were perfect and deserved to be savored in every manner possible.

Farrah masturbated her young friend with slow, kind strokes. Although Farrah was exceedingly feminine, she was still tall, and a bear besides. Her paw eclipsed his cock. "You like sniffing, huh?" she asked evenly, not a hint of judgment in her voice. "You sound a little like the singer I travel with sometimes. Except he's snorting up cocaine, not my butthole..."

Who needs cocaine when this beautiful woman is with you? thought Macharius in a moment of fiery chivalry. He caressed her plump ass and felt around to her belly where he palmed mild rolls of warm fat with the utmost reverence. Farrah cooed, "You like the belly too, do you? You and a few other boys... s'why I don't really work on losing it. I get told bears need a little chub."

Suddenly - at least to Macharius, whose vision was very handicapped - Farrah gulped down the dragon's cock, replacing fuzzy fur and smooth pads with a velvet tongue and the ribs of a palate. Her saliva was thick, reminding Macharius of lube, but of course naturally warm. It coated him, oozing down to his slit, diffusing across his loins. She bobbed her head fast, each suck a tight gulp and every break in the suction punctuated by a quick tongue-lashing, often grinding his cockhead into the roof of her maw. Macharius curled his toes, rolled back his eyes, and gave into Farrah Kushner's pleasures. He hugged her bottom, splaying his arms around it so he looked like a wrestler trying desperately and dramatically to pry off his opponent.

Macharius curled his toes, the natural response to such a wonderful feeling in his privates. His wings, mashed under him, wriggled and squirmed until the arms were free of his and Farrah's weight, and they unfurled across the bed in striking fashion. The dragon's impetus was comfort, not posturing, and Farrah indeed had no idea he had splayed them. She was eager, firm, bobbing her beautiful snout on his cock, gulping and slobbering him. Though her sweating had ended in the kitchen, she was still thick enough with it to fool Macharius into thinking more was being secreted all the time. The hide on his face gleamed with it.

Farrah began gyrating against the dragon's face. It wasn't quite as selfless as he believed, since her intent, which she succeeded in, was to grind her cunt against his throat. The sticky lips of her muff rubbed on his hide, making him wet and her happy. Macharius groaned appreciatively into her ass, not caring he was being used selfishly. Mrs. Kushner could use him all she wished.

The bear, still gyrating and still smothering Macharius, pulled her mouth off his meat. She used her forearm to gluttonously wipe the slobber off of her chin. For a moment she watched as the dragon's penis throbbed, the color of its head flushed. Precum rolled steadily down the shaft in slippery runners. Farrah gave the cock a smooch broadside and dragged her ass forward, her pussy down his chest and across his t-shirt. She heard the young man gasp in fresh air and smiled wanly. "Lil' too much for you, sweetie?"

"No," Macharius answered smartly, between deep breaths. He palmed her behind as it rested before him, taking utter delight in the plushness and warmth of so much fatty flesh. "Mrs.--, um, Farrah?"

"You can just call me Mrs. Kushner if it helps any," Farrah said with a giggle. "Besides, that actually sounds pretty cute coming from your mouth. Doesn't sound like you're one of Brett's friends being a condescending little turd."

"Who would ever condescend to you?" Macharius asked, offended and surprised. Farrah gently urged him to tell her what it was he wanted, and he apologized. "Well... I'm so close, Mrs. Kushner."

Farrah rocked back on her knees. She reached down and tickled the hood of her clit. "Mhm."

"And... I have a special request, if I may make one..."

The bear narrowed her eyes, staring at the poster of the singer as if for some spiritual guidance. "Is this about to get really gross, Macharius? Because I'm all for experimenting some, but-."

"No, no! Nothing like that," Macharius urgently said, fearing he might be losing her. He reached down and clutched his penis, giving it a few tugs to keep it ready. Farrah brushed his hand aside and held it for him, taking care not to push him too far. "Mm, thank you. But no - it's so simple. It really is." He slid his hands down her butt, her thighs, her legs, and stopped only at the bottom. He was clutching her feet. "These, Mrs. Kushner. I want these perfect things."

"My feet...?" Farrah asked, a smile creeping across her face. "Oh, sweetie - are you sure? You don't want, well, this?" She patted her bottom with the emphasis, going so far as to spread the cheeks. Her sweat-slicked anus winked in the cool rush of air. "You sure loved stuffing your nose in it, sure you don't wanna stuff it with somethin' else?"

The dragon managed a chuckle. He came to realize how cute it must be to Farrah for him to be so tongue-tied. "I do want that, too... it's difficult to explain, at least-."

"Trying to save face?" Farrah asked teasingly, even if that was the answer. "Tell you wha-a-at... let me just..." She climbed off of him, putting her knee in the membrane of a wing before realizing it was there. She cautiously moved to both knees and faced the handsome young dragon. "All right, honey. Just show me what you want. Move me wherever."

Macharius nodded, and he sat, folding his wings in again. With gentle hands, he nudged her onto her back and said as he did, "Like this, please. Mm, on your back, like that."

Lying back, with her breasts sagging somewhat towards her armpits and her belly oddly flattening a bit, Farrah felt briefly self-conscious of her figure before dismissing the very notion that she could be unattractive in her middle age. She pawed at her pillows and yanked one out from beneath the comforter, stuffing it under her head. Finally comfortable and smiling curiously, she asked, "This is a big deal?"

"Maybe not to you," the dragon said, and shrugged. His own smile was uncomfortable. "But I want your bottom, Mrs. Kushner."

"Sure, sweetie," Farrah cooed. "You just go on, get after it," she said almost tiredly, folding her arms behind her head. "Mama's good for it."

Again Macharius wished to ask, perhaps seriously, if Farrah would care to have a dragon in the family. He withheld the idea and scooted in between the bear's stout legs, grabbing another pillow and sticking it under her hips when he realized things didn't align quite so well.

"Everybody gets caught up on that," Farrah teased. "Easy to tell who has and hasn't screwed someone in the butt."

The dragon chuckled sheepishly. "Indeed, Mrs. Kushner," he murmured, as he fluffed his cock to its full stature. When its length was stiff and ready in his quivering grasp, he eased apart her beautiful legs and nudged his waiting penis carefully into the slick pucker of her anus. "Here we go. Are you-?"

"Go for it, sugar," Farrah salaciously growled.

Thinking to himself there's no way just this drool is enough, the dragon pushed forward and to his surprise, he entered the mama bear with no trouble at all. Her thick anus welcomed him, squeezing every inch of the way but never dragging on him, ushering him into the silk-smooth warmth of her body. He shivered and lashed his tail, a grin of stupid pleasure smearing across his face. "Oh, god," he breathed. "Oh, yes..."

With only the smallest strain in her voice, Farrah Kushner asked, "Good for you, sugarpie?"

"You've no idea how good, you big, beautiful black bear," crooned Macharius, pleased with his situation as well as his alliteration. His smooth loins bumped her body, her pussy more-or-less against the top edge of his genital slit. "And now... for my indulgence," he said with great relish, grabbing hold of the mama bear's thick legs. Just one of her thighs was nearly as thick as his torso; he moved her legs easily because she allowed him to, and he brought her feet to his face. Hungrily, he slurped across the pads and through her sweat-caked fur, getting a thrill from the different textures on her feet, for her pads were soft, but the fur was velvet. Her sweat, as it had been in the crack of her ass, was an acquired flavor which the dragon loved to no end.

"Ooh, you're a foot slut," Farrah said knowingly and with a titter. "Jeez, maybe I ought to adopt you," she remarked, thinking nothing of the little catch in the dragon's breathing. "Fuck me, though, shug - that licking's fun and all, but I happen to like having my butt stuffed."

Macharius pressed her feet into his cheeks and began to grind, his slow movements picking up gradual speed. He leaked within her, adding to the slippery coating of her drool, keeping the sex as comfortably slick as it already was. He said as she began to wriggle her toes on his snout, "Won't you forgive me if I-, if I happen to be done quickly?"

"I think I can find it in my heart," Farrah chuckled. She made a point to get one of her toes in his maw, a big one of course. Macharius did not suck it as she expected, but he lavished it, slurping pad and claw alike. "Ooh-hoo, next time I need a pedicure, I'm just gonna have you do it."

Around her toe, and still smoothly bucking into her rear, he said, "I'd be honored."

"I was joking, but if you're actually into that, cool." She laughed. "Guess I could pay you in footjobs..."

Macharius managed to get her toe out of his mouth. He put her feet side by side and slurped across their combined surfaces, doting especially on the arch where the sweat was at its heaviest like a morning dew. The bear wiggled her toes and giggled ticklishly. "Just touching your feet would be enough, Mrs. Kushner," he said slavishly. "I'm close... I'm so close now. May I-? Can I do it inside?"

Farrah twiddled her nipples. Boredly she said, "Mmm, honey, I'd get mad if you didn't. You break a nut inside of me like a good boy, and then mama's gonna make you a big ol' fattening dinner tonight. God damn," she snickered, "am I feeding you until you can't run away."

The dragon smooched into her toes, not targeting any specific one. She curled them around his nose and he felt a moment of absolute bliss. "Such lovely feet, wonderful sex, and-," his breath caught, his body near orgasm, "and a meal which isn't fast food or Top Ramen? Mrs. Kushner, please adopt me."

She hitched only once with laughter, almost shrieking, and pushed her feet firmly into his face shoving him back a few inches. "Hurry up and do your thi-i-ing," she said impatiently, but playfully. "God, that feels pretty good, hon. I like 'em big and all, but sometimes a regular-sized thing is just so good, you know?"

Macharius wasn't hurrying because the bear commanded him, though her simply flashing that lovely personality left him hot and heavy. He slurped her feet again, now indiscriminately, lapping and slobbering them until they dribbled his saliva. His cock throbbed within her, fit to pop. Farrah was a perfect woman in his eyes, a beautiful creature with all the right proportions and perhaps most importantly to his sensibilities, large feet. He could have filled a novel with cheesy declarations of love for her, her body and her feet, but he didn't voice any of them. He just uttered a groan and arched his back, splaying out his wings in a dramatic manner. Farrah was impressed, and then she was filled.

The dragon's orgasm was by no means massive, but it was serviceable for the job. He spurted hard into the beautiful bear, shooting a rope deep into her with each harsh throb of his penis. Soon these ropes began to taper off, becoming a dribble, but the throbs kept up well into his afterglow. He nuzzled Farrah's feet lovingly, then draped himself against her tall, thick body, tucking in his wings modestly.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Kushner," he bleated into the warm fur between her tits. It seemed he wanted to cuddle, but Farrah had other things in mind. She nudged him off, scooted to the bed's edge with a smile, and stood. His semen drizzled from her ass crack and down the back of her leg. "C'mon. Come with me. Oh, and don't bother with your clothes, babe."

"Where are we going, Mrs. Kushner?" the dragon asked, sounding warm and mildly stoned from his orgasm.

"Well, first, the shower," she told him, leading him by the hand to the master bathroom. Its shower stall appeared only adequate for Farrah; Macharius could see what a snug fit it would be for both of them. "And while we're in there, you're going to use that tongue - which is very, very good, by the way - to take care of a little issue I've got. A pink, rather wet issue." Unable to help herself, she grinned and smooched his cheek before she divulged, "It'll be a little hairy, I admit."

Macharius was in love with the mother bear. He kissed her lips delicately. "Anything for you," he cooed. "Though... I hope you were serious about feeding me."