Arthur's Mother

Movie Night

Rex and his friend Arthur gave up on the movie. The fox male was kicked back in the recliner in the corner of the room, snoring. Rex battled boredom and stayed half-awake because Arthur's mother Marshe was pressed to his side. The vixen's perfume suited her and filled his nose. The warmth of the femme's body was pleasant.

Marshe was full-figured and clad in stretchy short pants that showed off her ass and hips. Her big breasts were contained by a tee-shirt that revealed the outline of a low-cut bra underneath. She had pulled Rex's arm about her shoulders earlier and leaned against his torso. A soft breast pressed against the side of his chest.

Rex's eyes were half-lidded as he watched the screen. The movie plot at last failed to hold his attention and the coyote closed his eyes, content to listen.

As he was drifting to sleep, motion from the vixen jarred him awake. He lifted one eyelid a fractional amount. When her fingers fondled his sheath, both eyes opened. He gazed at his lap.

The hand was Marshe's, of course. The dark furred fingers massaged the bulge under his shorts.

Rex directed his gaze to her face. She winked and put a finger of her free hand to pursed lips, forestalling conversation. He was smart enough to figure out that she didn't want to get interrupted.

He twisted his head toward Arthur. The male fox still snored; sound asleep. Rex relaxed because it took a lot to wake the fox when he was sacked out.

The coyote reviewed his options and opted to let the femme continue. Rex smiled at Marshe and nodded. His body relaxed into the sofa cushions. The growing bulge in his lap pleased the vixen from the smile on her muzzle and attention from her hand.

The stimulation caused Rex's penis to emerge from his sheath but it was trapped by underwear and clothing.

As his member stiffened and grew uncomfortable, Marshe's fingers probed with more force. The young male sighed. He'd have to masturbate later to get some relief if she did nothing else but fondle him.

Taking his sigh as her cue, the femme unzipped his shorts. She struggled to free the young male's burgeoning erection from the fly of his underwear. She needed both hands to allow his erection freedom.

The coyote was watching her face as she extracted his cock. Marshe's expression turned to pleasant surprise as she examined his stiff member. They exchanged glances and knowing smiles.

Her fingers grasped his shaft and began stroking him. Slow at first, and then with growing force. Her movements rocked the coyote where he sat.

Rex was content with a hand job. He closed his eyes and lay his head back on the sofa cushion to enjoy the sensation.

Movement on the sofa indicated the vixen changed position once again but his eyes remained closed. Perhaps she wanted a get more comfortable while masturbating him.

The hand stroking Rex's cock slowed. The warm wet caress of a tongue against his glans opened the male's eyes again.

Marshe leaned across his lap, her soft tongue lapping at his prick while she jacked his member. The tip glistened with saliva.

Rex was oozing pre-seminal fluid. So much that it beaded on his flesh and ran toward the femme's fingers.

Marshe saw it and lapped the clear liquid. "Mmm," she murmured.

She explored his penis with her tongue. Her hand moved into his underwear to fondle his testicles. He jumped when she gave one of his balls a squeeze.

Rex let the vixen satisfy her curiosity for several minutes. He was curious as to how far she was willing to take this experience. The coyote placed his hand against the back of her neck. "Suck it," he whispered.

Marshe needed no more encouragement than that. Rex watched as her jaws parted. She inserted his cock into her mouth and encircled his flesh with soft lips.

"Yeah," he breathed as her tongue bathed his prick with saliva. The warmth of her mouth and tongue brought a satisfied smile to his muzzle.

A moment later, the vixen's rump lifted from the sofa as rose onto her knees beside the male. Marshe lowered her torso until the femme's big breasts rested on his thigh. Her head began bobbing on his cock.

"You're amazing," he said, soft so only she could hear.

His hand moved from her neck along the femme's spine to her rump. He fondled the bushy tail for a moment and then caressed the round ass cheeks. Marshe gave a light moan of approval for his actions.

She worked his cock with her mouth. Rex pushed his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties to caress her fur. His fingers traced the cleft of the femme's ass. On a whim, he fingered her puckered rectum and she wiggled her butt in response.

Rex resisted the urge to uncover her ass; Arthur could wake up. If he did, Marshe could lift off Rex and cover his arousal with a pillow. If she was bare-assed, her son would learn more than the coyote wanted to share. He contented himself to fondle her soft backside underneath the vixen's clothes.

His eyes followed the movements of Marshe's head. Rex's penis registered the sensations her lips, tongue, and mouth. "You're good at this," he said.

The femme lifted her head off his member a moment later and whispered, "Thanks. Cum in my mouth when you're ready."

"I will," he replied. "But let me reposition to make this a little easier." His hand slipped free of her shorts.

Marshe nodded. Rex moved sideways and kept his left leg on the floor. He lifted his right leg over the crouching femme. She moved from a kneeling to a lying position between his legs. Arthur hadn't moved and still snored from the chair. The coyote had a pillow at the ready to place over his erection. The pair could appear as if they'd fallen asleep on the sofa if necessary.

Marshe went down on Rex's stiff member again. She worked in silence. His sighs of pleasure were the only sounds aside from the crummy movie still playing. The coyote and vixen gazed into the other's eyes, smiles on their muzzles.

Watching the mature vixen fellate him aroused the young male a great deal. Her technique was better than good--Marshe was great at giving head. She varied her pace and actions. Her tongue and hands worked in concert to stimulate him to high arousal. She allowed him to recover before the process repeated. If he didn't ejaculate from this, he'd have a severe case of blue balls to take care of.

At long last, Rex approached climax and varying her technique wasn't going to stop it. "I'm going to cum soon," he whispered to his partner.

She nodded and continued fellating the coyote with unhurried movements.

"Ah fuck," Rex whispered as a jet of semen surged through his shaft to flood the vixen's mouth. She coughed as some of the thick liquid entered her throat by surprise.

She squeezed his knot with her fingers, coaxing another burst of semen from his aching balls before he realized what she was doing.

"Fuck!" he said in a stage whisper.

Marshe smiled around the cock between her lips.

Another squeeze of his knot caused him to dump a fresh load of cum into her warm mouth. Semen trickled from the corners of her muzzle as she swirled her tongue against his sensitive tip.

She squeezed additional emissions from him, each weaker than the last. At long last, she released releasing the bulge at the base of the coyote's shaft.

Marshe lifted her head and opened her jaws. Cum filled her mouth, bathing her tongue with a milky sheen. Her chin lifted, the femme's jaws closed, and her throat worked as the vixen swallowed his seed. The pink tongue slipped between her lips and cleaned the fur of her muzzle.

She turned her attention to Rex's softening prick. Her tongue licked off the cum that had oozed from his glans. For her final act, Marshe encircled his shaft with her lips. The femme's cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to pull the last drops of semen from the male's shaft.

"Thanks," Rex said when she finished. He began tucking himself back into his clothing.

She pushed her torso from the sofa and onto her hands and knees. "Thanks for the cum." She stood and left the room.

His eyes followed the swaying tail and rump until she was gone.

The coyote sat up, turned off the television, and tossed a pillow at Arthur. The fox started awake with a snort, looking around with bleary eyes.

"Movie's over," Rex said. "It sucked balls."

Arthur yawned. "How'd it end?"

Rex shrugged. "Dunno. I fell asleep too."

Arthur yawned again. "Fuck it. I'm going to bed. The guest bedroom is yours."

"See you in the morning."

"'Night," Arthur mumbled before leaving the room.

Rex collected the soda cans and microwave popcorn bags and put them in the recycling bin and trash. He turned off the lights and made his way to the guest bedroom.

The coyote yawned before stripping off his clothes. He climbed into bed naked. Instead of sleeping, Rex let his mind recall the blowjob from Arthur's mother. It didn't take long for the recollection to arouse his ardor once more.

Rex stifled a huge yawn. "Time to get some sleep." He pushed thoughts of Marshe away and was a sleep in moments.

Postscript

Marshe dropped her son off at his girlfriend's house. Rex moved to the front seat and she turned the car in the direction of his home.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Marshe asked after several moments of silence.

Rex looked at the vixen. He had a puzzled expression. "Why?"

The femme shrugged. "I thought maybe you might have questions or confusion?"

He chuckled. "Over a blowjob? Please. I enjoyed it." He smiled and added, "I'd like to do that and more with you."

"Really?"

"Of course. If you fuck like you suck cock, count me in."

A smile crept onto her muzzle. "Well now," she said in a thoughtful tone. "We'll have to see what we can do the next time you spend the night."

He nodded. "Arthur and I gave a gaming weekend coming up."

She pulled into the driveway of his home. "I can't promise anything."

"Fair enough," he said and patted her thigh. He got out of the car and waved. "Thanks for the ride, miss Stewart!"

"Thank you, Rex," the vixen said to herself.

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