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Meeting with your parents at college wasn't meant to be awkward, but somehow, it always seemed to turn out that way.

To have a family that loved you enough to come visit you at the university from time to time was a blessing to say the least, and even after they left, the memories and experiences shared were enough to last until the next time everyone was in the same place. Some families brought out a home-cooked meal in a casserole dish and had a picnic, others took a tour of the campus and there were even the more extreme examples of going to a college party with people literally half their age.

"Still don't quite have this stain worked out..."

Jason's mother was a truly caring woman, but she wouldn't leave, and that was becoming more of a problem than the blue jay originally anticipated.

What started as an overnight stay for part of the annual "Parent's Weekend" at his campus was getting ready to bleed into Sunday night, and though Jason was grateful for the company when Friday came around, he was ready to get back to his independence, eager to do some of the things that he could only do when his mother wasn't around. Moving out of the house spoiled him in that aspect, and it wasn't until he spent the whole weekend with his mom; _just_his mom that he realized how much he valued his own privacy.

"Uhm...Mom? You can stop working on that, seriously. Me and the guys spent over an hour trying to get that stain off the table. I think it's just kinda there."

In reality, Jason wanted to tell his mother that he just needed the privacy and wanted her to go. She could have left anytime she wanted with her car parked just outside the dormitory towers, but motherly instinct was keeping her in place, working on every little stain that she could find around the cozy room.

Jason thought he was the only one waiting for something to happen, but figuring that he wasn't going to get any privacy until the middle of the week, he watched his mother diligently working a cloth over the stain until he became bored with the act.

"I'm gonna grab a shower, okay? There's no stains in there for you to worry about," he said, feeling awkward immediately after he thought of how she might take the words. "We can go grab lunch or something afterwards."

"Okay, sweetie," she finally did reply. "I know you probably think I'm babying you, but you should take pride in how clean your room is! Girls are really into that kind of thing!"

It was the most 'mom answer' that she could have given, leaving Jason that much more bashful as he closed the bathroom door. "Y...Yeah. Thanks, Mom."

Each one of them let out a sigh of relief once the door to the bathroom was shut, the heavy thunk of oak locking into place punctuated by a breath from mother and son as she immediately opened the top drawer on his dresser, and he stripped out of his t-shirt and ripped off his shorts.

As much as he was desperate for privacy, she was desperately nosy, and wanted to know what her son had really been up to in his semester away at the campus.

He was just opening the door to the shower as she was sneaking her feathers into his things. The sound of hot, running water drowned out the snooping of his own mother as she invaded his privacy, but he wasn't worried about anything on the other side of the door, right then.

College was a stressful time for plenty of students, and those rare, blissful moments when Jason could simply bask in the water and let it wash over the delicate flesh of his cloaca were never quite as infrequent as they were when his mother decided to come back for a visit.

He really did love his mother, and he was grateful for intelligent company; most of his friends were gamers that were great for light conversation, but didn't have much capacity for a deeper topic unless it involved some kind of video game mini-boss.

At the very least, he and his mother could sit and chat about topics that required a bit more classical thinking than that, and he was never one to complain about the fact that she could somehow make a home cooked meal using only a single stove-top burner and a microwave.

Her lack of respect for his personal space, however, could be a little grating.

Just as Jason started groaning with delight at the pleasant pressure of the adjustable streams of water against his crotch, he shut his beak rapidly when a familiar tump tump tump rang through the door and reminded him why he had to wait so long to do this in the first place.

"Sweetie? Can you come out here for a minute?"

Mom, for the love of..._he allowed his thoughts to trail away as he turned off the water for a moment. "Is it _really that important, Mom?"

"Very," she replied, her voice stern, bordering on disappointed. "I need to have a little chat with you about something!"

Even when he was an adult, Jason's mom still talked down to him when she caught him doing something bad. She remained vague about what his transgressions were, as if she was giving him the chance to confess his crimes for a lighter sentence, but he really couldn't imagine what he'd done wrong, this time.

Having gone away to college, he never thought he'd hear his mother talk to him in such a manner ever again, but her interruption was complete; he'd lost the mood entirely, deciding that it was better to step out and deal with the situation, rather than trying to finish what he started.

"Fiiiine," he groaned, sliding open the shower door and grabbing a towel from the rack. "This had better be something pretty serious, though."

The poor blue jay forgot to bring any clean clothes with him into the shower, as if he wasn't already flustered enough. He made sure that his towel was wrapped tight around his waist before stamping his talons against the drying mat, and with a sigh much heavier than the one he gave before, he opened the door and stood face to face with his mother...and a long, thick cylinder of silicone.

"What's this?"

Jason was sure that his feathers would burst into flames if he didn't hop back into the shower, but there he stood, paralyzed with embarrassment and utterly floored by the sight of his mother glaring at him, her eyes spelling a host of accusations about the strap-on dildo in her grasp.

"I, I...I don't...know?"

"Don't lie to your mother," she was sharp and concise where he could hardly find words to reply. "Something like this doesn't make it into your room without you noticing!"

There was no use trying to lie his way out of trouble, even though he hadn't done anything truly wrong. He was a grown adult with his own urges and desires to take care of, but this time, it was his mother who was in the wrong, as far as he was concerned.

"Well, of course it's mine," he tried to stay confident in his words, "But what were you doing digging around through my stuff, anyway?"

"A mother has a right to know what her son is up to. I wanted to make sure you weren't hiding anything serious from me!"

"How is that any of your business? I'm not doing drugs or drinking or anything like that!"

"And I'm very relieved to hear that, but that's not what we're discussing right now," she refused to allow him to defer the subject. "We're talking about this...rather impressive toy that you've been hiding from me."

To hear his own mother talk in such a way was enough to leave Jason wishing he had a second towel, desperate to cover his own face. As it was, his grip couldn't have been tighter at his waist, fearful of what might happen if he allowed the cloth to drop.

"I wasn't _trying_to hide it...I didn't think I had to! Why were you going through my stuff?!"

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

Her tone wasn't frustrated enough, and that was more worrisome than anything else at the moment.

"I mean, why...why would I have ever told you about that?"

"Well, do you even know how to use it?"

It was not the motherly response that Jason was expecting. "Of course I know how to use it!"

"Are you sure? It's awfully big...I want to make sure you've been using it correctly."

"I don't think I need my mom to show how to use one...one of those!" he refused to even say the word, finding that the return of her motherly instincts wasn't helping to comfort him at all. "Please just put it back?"

"Not until you prove to me that you know how to use it properly. Get on your knees."

Alchemy was taking place as Jason's mother demonstrated a blend of genuine compassion for his wellbeing, and a sudden hint of lust for him, aided by her discovery.

"Mom, I am n-not getting on my knees!" he barked, defiant to the very end, even though his mother was the one giving the orders.

Just from his upbringing, he should have known better. Her nurturing expression was tainted with disappointment at his rebuttal, and when her eyes opened again after a brief shake of the head, the frustration that glazed her irises burned a hole right through his resolve.

"I'm sorry, sweetie...but I wasn't asking. Get. On. Your. Knees."

Her tone was never quite angry. There was always a sweet, motherly accent to her words, even when she was upset, but Jason knew better than to cross her any further.

Reluctantly, he began dropping to his knees, making sure that his towel stayed firmly in place. "Mom, I don't know what you're planning to do, but the guys will be back any minute, and-

"They can just wait outside," she gladly interrupted his concerns, taking her time as she strolled over to the door and locked it. "My son's sexual health is much more important than a little 'guy time.'"

"Not saying I don't agree with you, but are you really the right person for the job?" he asked, his voice spelling out his disbelief.

"Who better than mommy to take care of her boy when no one else will?" she put the onus right back on him as she began adhering the straps of the fake cock to her hips. "It's not like I don't know what you were up to in there..."

"You could have _pretended_you didn't know."

"Could have, but I didn't. It's just like I said when you were younger...it's perfectly natural and there's nothing wrong with exploring your body."

Awkward as it was to hear that as a growing teenager, there was comfort in hearing those words when Jason was younger.

As a grown adult, he was more than happy to hear it from her in his memories, instead of her saying it to his face as she loomed over him.

A memory that he'd never forget was taking place as she gave him a comforting, matronly look and stood with the toy just at the edge of his beak. "Why do I get the feeling that you're the one who's about to be exploring my body?"

"You always were such a smart young man," she concurred. "I'm sure you can tell what's coming next."

"I...actually kinda can't."

"So you don't know how to use this," she shook her head. "Good thing that mommy is here to give you a little assistance, then."

Jason was still resilient, even when he felt his mother's calm, delicate touch against the side of his beak. There was comfort to be found in the brush of her feathers along the side of his face, but the act was deceptively skillful.

It only took the slightest of glances for his beak to hang open slightly, and she ran with the inch and took it a mile. "Make sure you don't let it out until it's nice and wet, okay sweetie? It's very important that we don't skip this part."

He was already starting to ask what she meant, but the tip of the plentiful strap-on slipped right past the edges of his beak in the next breath. Even when his brilliant, black eyes went wide with shock, she pushed on ahead, wearing the same motherly smile that she always wore when he was making her proud.

Feeling as though he hadn't accomplished anything, Jason couldn't help noticing something else behind the kindness on her face; it was the very same emotion that forced her hips to gently buck forward as the thick, heavy cock coursed over her son's tongue.

"That's the way, sweetie. If it isn't glistening, it probably isn't wet enough yet...we don't want to hurt you, now!" she cheered him on the same way that she always had, but hearing her support in this situation was so awkward for Jason that he couldn't really enjoy the sight of her spare feathers sliding up the front of her top and delicately caressing the tender, sensitive flesh of her breasts.

Is she really doing that because of me? Was the last defiant thought of enjoyment that he could muster, as she continued probing the depths of his throat with the head of the thick, fantasy-based toy.

"Now, I can't imagine that you've really been using this on yourself...so I'm going to ask you once more, and I want you to be honest with me; why do you have this?" she slowly pulled free of his beak, leaving a trail of drooping, messy saliva behind and making a spectacle of her own offspring.

She was enjoying the sight of him, even if the answer disappointed her. "It...it's for...everyone else," he admitted, still catching his breath after the deep and sudden penetration. "I feel k-kinda weird having a cloaca when most of the other students don't, so...I wear that when I take people to bed sometimes...so it's not as awkward."

The word was being redefined in the moment, and a shake of her head wasn't helping things at all. "Jason, my dear...you shouldn't be ashamed of what you have to offer. I'm sure any girl or guy would be happy to accommodate your anatomy if you just gave them the chance!"

"That is such a mom answer."

Pausing in her lustful gesture, Jason's mom slipped her feathers from the front of her shirt and put them on her hips, taking a sassier pose. "Well, how about I show you how great it can feel to embrace your little cloaca instead of trying to hide it?"

Jason gulped, wishing he could pretend that he wasn't aroused by the idea.

"Now how's _that_for a mom answer?" she asked, never able to step all the way out of her role as his parent, but never able to slip fully back into it, now that she'd crossed a line with her own son. "Go on, baby...lift those tailfeathers and show mommy what you've been playing with in the shower."

She was still nurturing and sweet, but in the most twisted way, leaving Jason utterly conflicted about his actions, all while he yielded to his mother's commands. Too bashful to resist her orders and too obedient a son to disobey his mother, he spun slowly on his knees and leaned forward, keeping his backside kicked out and perked for her like he'd seen in so many films before, believing it was the right pose to take on request.

"L...Like this, mom?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder and trembling with nerves. The door was locked, but if his friends showed back up, there'd be no way for them to clean up the mess without some evidence of their incestuous affair before questions came up...and the closer she drew to the plume of his tailfeathers, the smaller his resistance became, until it simply crumbled under the weight of the fake cock slapping against his ass.

He shuddered against the floor as she shook her head once more. "No, no...you've been watching those kinds of movies again, haven't you?" she asked, her voice scolding without being so much to rob her son of his arousal. "I'm not some giant beast of a man, Jason. You need to move a little lower and meet with mommy if you want her to do this for you."

Her words were carefully chosen, and the guiding touch of her features on his hips was so soft that he had to move on his own, even if it was just a little bit.

She needed to know that he wanted this, even if his desires were just a subtle flame; she wouldn't stoke the fire if it wasn't there in the first place.

"Can you...h-help me?"

His beak was trembling over the words, but like the motherly spirit she was, she angled her hips as she stayed knelt behind him, pressing the tip of the impressive toy to the birth of his cloaca. "Mommy is always here to help you," she whispered, doing her best to be careful with his passage. "Just take it nice and slow, okay? There's no need to rush."

"But my frie-

"_Shh..._Mommy already told you that they can just wait outside," she cut him off, shushing him in the way that she had so many times before. "If you're going to use something like this on someone else, it's important that you know how it's supposed to feel...and Mommy is very familiar with this kind of thing."

Guess that tells me mom likes to masturbate...not that I ever needed to know that, or think it. Why am I still thinking it?

Jason was wrapped up in his own thoughts, keeping him from getting quite as far into it as his mother was, but the slow, delicate ease of the inches of fake flesh were catching him up quickly. Within the depths of his cloaca, he could feel the ribbed, veiny toy reaching deeper than he'd ever been able to go on his own, now that someone was on the other end of it...and somehow, the motherly touch wasn't quite as awkward as he feared in the heat of the moment.

There was even a look of pride on her face as she watched her son, meeting with his gaze and smiling down at him as he became comfortable with the stretch of penetration. "See? You may be a little small for this particular toy, but you can welcome a host of lovers this way...and don't forget what you're packing down there. Mommy knows all about what fun two birds can have together without a toy like this in the way," she suggested, even as she continued to stroke the plentiful, fake cock in and out of her boy.

It didn't seem that she was quite ready to push their relationship to that point, either, but she was more than happy to keep gently pumping into his body as the toy created a bond between them, stronger than any that they'd known before.

"But...h-how do I cum like this?" Jason asked, his voice still trembling with nerves as he broke the gaze with his mother, too shy to maintain it at such a question, but too overwhelmed with pleasure not to ask. "There's so mu..._fuck..._s-so much pressure!"

"Just relax and let it flow...Mommy knows that you're familiar with the feeling," she claimed, keeping him bashful all the way through his gentle, panting climax. So stuffed full, it was tough for him to cry out and declare what his own mother was doing to him, and the fear of being caught kept his voice a little lower, but there was no drowning out the delicate whimper as it joined her proud, quiet panting in a chorus of incestuous delights. "And she can't wait to see it dripping out of you..."

The unique anatomy of the avian kind was a surprisingly flexible and adaptable thing, and typically, a mating between birds would have been over rapidly...but this different approach was the kind of bonding that Jason's mother so desperately needed to share with him, knowing that she'd ease the cum out of him if she just kept her delicate pace.

From within the fascinating organ, she could see the glistening coat of saliva being tainted with trails of white, and a new glow of pride took her smile as she held still, not wanting to overstimulate her son's sensitive body.

"Mom, y-you...you're makin' me c-

"I know, dear," she cut him off only for his own sake, knowing that their cover might be blown if he cried out. "And it's quite a lot...no wonder you were getting ready to play in the shower. Such a messy boy my Jason is!"

It was odd for the younger blue jay to be dominated by his mother in such a strange and loving way, but he already knew she'd be dominating his thoughts long after she left, already haunting him with the forbidden experience.

It wasn't quite enough to sate his curiosity, however.

"Your f-fault," he groaned, rubbing his cheek against the floor of the dorm room as he tried to fight the urge to ask for more attention. " All your fault."

She smirked behind him and gave his rump a quick swat. "Damn right it is," she murmured, leaning over his lower back and pressing a sweet, tender kiss upon his cheek. "Shall I let you get cleaned up so you can greet your friends?"

"Probably," he stammered out his reply, still shy from a mother's kiss, even after what they'd done. "But...Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"When do you think you can visit again?"