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Paying for College

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Home for the holidays, Iggy was struggling to put the life of a college student behind him and embrace the fun times that his mom had prepared for them. Despite his best efforts, it wasn't coming easy.

The stingray sat out on the porch, shaking his head as he looked towards the driveway and the freeway off in the distance. Every time that he saw a car drive by, he was reminded that he was wasting the precious off-time that he had away from college. He told himself that he needed to get back inside, to have some fun with his family, to do something so that he didn't feel like he'd wasted his whole vacation, but...

Well, it was hard to make it feel like that mattered in the long run.

Not like I'm going to do anything but wash out of college, anyway, he thought, pulling his legs up against his chest on the porch swing. Barely holding onto a passing grade as it is. Would mom even want me to keep going if she knew how bad I was doing?

The answer was probably yes, but it was easier to imagine the opposite right at that moment. Thinking that she would want him to drop out, to give up on trying...

Well, it was a better thought than thinking of going back and running up against that brick wall again. He just wasn't good enough for school.

As the purple stingray pulled his legs closer to his chest, the front door opened. A generously-curved older stingray looked out around the door, her white hair falling over her face.

"You okay? I just finished making some dumplings."

"I'm okay."

"...You know mom can hear it when you lie."

"I'm fine."

"Try again," she said, shutting the door behind her and joining him on the swing. "And if you want to lie, make it a good one."

"..." Iggy sighed, shaking his head.

The last thing that he could ever do was lie to his mom. Ailsa was just...not one of those people that you could lie to. Some people said that she had some sort of old magic, and she probably did. Mom magic.

Still, he tried to keep quiet. He didn't dare look at her, just staring straight ahead for another few minutes.

That was, until she poked him in the neck. Right over the gill. Right in the most sensitive, ticklish spot.

"Ga-haha!"

He jumped and slid right off the swing, landing with a thump on the ground. His mom stifled a laugh as he glared up at her, shifting to lie across the swing, looking down at him with a bemused grin.

"That wasn't fair."

"Neither is you staying quiet. Now, spill."

"I just...I don't want to go back to college."

"...That's a first, considering how hard we've worked to put you into it."

"I don't belong there." He shook his head. "I don't know what's going on, but it's hard. Harder than everyone else described it. I go to class, and then do as much homework as I can before going to bed, and then try not to want to kill everyone. That's harder than it should be, by the way."

"Always is. Go on."

And so it spilled, no matter how much he tried to hold it back. Everything that he hated about college, all the stress, all the pain that came from dealing with stupid teachers and stupid girls and stupid friends, and nobody understanding any of it. The counselors being useless, the teachers being worse. He started repeating himself, half-expecting his mom to stop him there, but she didn't.

All she did was listen.

He ran through his spiel three, four times before he finally started running out of wind. Iggy leaned back against the railing of the porch, shaking his head.

"I don't want to go back."

"Yeah, I hear that..." His mother shook her head, sitting up and adjusting her black blouse, pushing her skirt back down to her knees. "Tell you what. You go and have some of those dumplings. I'll go and draw us a bath."

"A...bath?"

He blinked. They hadn't done that since he had gone from being a kid to being a teenager. Hell, he wasn't sure that he could remember the last time that they had bathed together, even though that should have been just under a decade ago. He blinked a few times, opened his mouth -

Only for his mom to tap it shut with her tail.

"Bup bup. No. Dumplings now, answers later."

And with the way that she stared at him, despite her smile, he knew that arguing would be useless. So, he just nodded.

#

Stomach full of food and head full of questions, Iggy made his way to the converted tubs in the backyard. His mom had brought a lot of ideas with her to the city when she moved from across the ocean, including the idea that they needed a hot spring bath. She kept the springs - hot tubs, really, but she had made them look like springs - covered whenever they weren't in use, and she hired an elderly panda woman to come by and clean them regularly.

He was used to the social times back here, finding his mom and some guy - or some girl - back here several times during his last year of high school. He'd let them be, using the tubs himself during his alone time.

It'd been years since he'd seen his mom waiting for him in them, and longer since he saw her like this.

Iggy's cheeks just about burned off when he saw his mother sitting on the edge of the spring, her legs half-spread and her body completely on display. His eyes didn't know whether to go up or down, so he kept staring, even when she looked up from the bubbles to greet him with a smile.

"Heh, what's the matter? Shark got your tongue?"

"No, more your..."

He didn't even know what he wanted to look at most, even though it was beyond wrong to want to do that in the first place. His eyes were going from her chest - and a bountiful chest it was, for that matter - down to her crotch and then down between her thighs. The fact that he had his choice between a pair of dicks and a pussy that was obviously a bit swollen from the heat - at least, he hoped it was from the heat - didn't make it better.

He kept his towel around his middle as he walked up to the edge, his cheeks still burning as he stepped down onto the raised ledge in the water.

"Um...could you..."

"Here, let me take that for you," she said, grabbing the edge of his towel.

Iggy could not have gotten any redder than he did as the white cloth was stripped away, leaving him as exposed as could be. The fact that his dicks were starting to rise didn't help, either, so he dropped into the water as fast as he could.

The hot water felt like it was cooking his skin for a moment before he adjusted to it, but even that was nothing compared to the burning in his cheeks as he realized that his mother hadn't followed him into the water just yet. He was right on level with her crotch, staring at the dicks that were rising above his head and at her pussy, right on level with his -

He turned, clearing his throat.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you need to relax, Iggy."

The soft sound of flesh parting water followed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, it was cut off by a grunt as his mother slipped up behind him, gently pulling him into her lap. Her breasts smooshed against his back, and her cocks slipped up under his tail, one of them almost nudging against his rim.

Oh god.

"You're so stressed, and I suppose we never did go over your options, really," she said, stroking her hands along his hips, pulling him back against her until there was no getting away from those dicks. "You don't have to go to college."

"I...I don't?"

"No. No, you don't have to go, but you do have to do something with all the money we've put into getting you there."

"Well, um...um..."

It wasn't getting any easier to think with his mother's hands rubbing his hips, the tips of her fingers coming so close to his dicks, his ass feeling like it was on the verge of getting penetrated. He swore that if he gave the wrong answer, his mother would take him right then and there.

Oh god, is this how she treated all of her guests? Was she doing this to all of them? he wondered. Is she...

The idea wasn't...terrible. He had experimented a little with others, but with his own mom? With two cocks at once?

It was hard to say no, though, particularly as she licked the same spot that she tickled earlier. This time, he shivered, his body melting back against her, his tail rising slightly as she worked her hands down to his crotch.

There was no way to describe how it felt to have both his dicks shoved together, to feel a hand pushing them together and stroking them from base to tip and back again. His breath caught in his throat as he arched his back, only to feel her cocks against him again.

"You can stay here with your mother, if you really want. But if you do, then you're going to get a different job to pay the bills, my little one."

"Mmmph...would this job...involve...satisfying you?"

"In many ways." She chuckled. "Satisfying me...and others. After all, if you're not going to work hard for your mother, then you might as well work hard for everyone willing to pay for it."

A shiver ran down his spine. Prostitution. His mother, his occasionally alcoholic, kind mother, was talking about being his pimp if he didn't go back to college.

And if it was supposed to be a deterrent from dropping out, it wasn't entirely working.

"Mom - mmmph!"

He bit his lip as he felt her shift position, one of her cocks actually sliding right against his pucker, rubbing against him and on the verge of sliding in. The older stingray pushed him forward, and he floated across the water, finding his grip on the far side of the tub. She followed, her cock pressing against him the whole time, and as he got into a kneeling position, she grabbed him by the hips.

"Don't choose just yet. Let your mother show you just how it'll feel to serve your new clients."

She pushed forward before he could say anything. The momentary stress and tension on his asshole felt...well, shockingly good. The pressure, the excitement, the possibility of it actually sliding in all forced him harder than he'd been in a long time.

POP!

Then she was inside, forcing him open, her one cock feeling thicker than any toy that he had experimented with. His eyes went wide, his breath coming in soft pants, eager sucks for oxygen that made his cocks swell and his eyes widen.

His hole clenched and squeezed around his mother's cock, pulling it deeper despite himself. His hands clenched on the edge of the tub until the knuckles went white, and his breath came in short, quick puffs.

"Ah...ah..."

"Mmm, you're squeezing me so nicely, Iggy...let's give you a little more."

He felt her other cock sliding up under his tail, feeling it riding the little valley of his ass cheeks before coming free again. That was nothing, however, compared to the cock that was going deeper into his ass.

She glided ever so slightly deeper, then deeper, then deeper still, the smoothness of her cock leaving him grateful for her care. She was gentle, despite taking charge, and his attention could not be shifted from that stretching feeling in his ass.

"You want more?" she asked, and he nodded.

As she started bucking back and forth, he could feel his pucker swelling, stretching, loosening under the assault of her experienced cock. He bit his lip, leaning his head forward and almost diving underwater. As his mom - his mom - fucked him, he found himself slowly starting to push back, meeting her thrusts with his ass, forcing himself to take her a bit deeper, a bit faster.

"Mmmm, you like it?"

"Oh god...yes..."

"You want to be mommy's little whore?"

"I...I..."

He grunted as she shifted her angle, her cock finding his prostate. His cock jerked under the water, and he could just make out a string of something clear coloring it.

"Do you want to be mommy's whore?"

"Fuck...mmmph...yes..."

"We'll send them the drop-out paperwork tomorrow. And for the next week, you're gonna be mommy's little bitch."

"Yes, mom..."

"That's mistress, to you. Now, let's see if you can take it a bit harder..."

He didn't know if he could really do this, if he could actually be her whore, but in that moment, it felt too good to think...

The End