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Shadows in the Storm

Rain smacked against the window as Monica struggled at her computer to focus. She'd been pondering over the same math problem for twenty minutes now and still couldn't progress. Even the tones of the soft jazz emanating from the computer's speakers couldn't keep her mind on track. With a sigh, the teenage cow leaned back in her chair in frustration.

_Uuugh, why is this so hard _, she thought.

Of course, she already knew the answer. High school level math was not one of her strengths, especially calculus. While it might not be where her educational interests were inclined, she was required to take a mathematics elective, and, having already taken algebra, calculus seemed like the easiest one. Even so, it took regular tutoring for her just to make it through the course.

Something poked at the back of her mind, breaking it away from the figures on her screen. Tutoring, she thought, why does that remind me of?

However, just as she was pondering this, her phone vibrated on her desk. A quick look at the screen told her it was her friend Shelley. Forgetting all else, she picked it up and answered.

"Hey, Shelley," Monica said. "What's up?"

"Not much," her friend replied. "Trying to work on these problems Mr. Swann gave us."

"Same here. Having much luck?"

"A little, but not much."

Somehow, Shelley's tone conveyed to Monica she was almost as frustrated as she was. Taking solace that someone was equally perplexed by the equations, she decided to float an idea.

"Listen, Shelley," she said. "How about I drive over to your place and we work on it together?"

"That sounds good," Shelley answered, her voice with a touch more cheer in it. "Maybe when we're done I can show you that movie I told you about."

"Sure," said Monica, only vaguely remembering what movie her friend was talking about; she was just eager to get away. "Just let me grab my things and I'll head right over."

"Alright. See you then."

Ending the call, Monica proceeded to chuck her phone into her purse and grab her coat and school bag. Picking up her car keys from her desk, she headed out of her room and walked down the stairs.

Still, even as she descended, she couldn't help but feel she was forgetting something.

Standing at the kitchen sink, Huldra washed her hands as she prepared to get dinner started. She looked outside the window as it continued to rain. There was a flash of light, followed shortly by the sound of thunder.

I just love rainy days, she thought to herself, her lips forming into a smile. Regardless of the thunder, there's just something soothing about them.

Brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her eyes, the stout cow woman turned away from the sink and went to the fridge. From within she pulled out a nice piece of pork roast, placing it in a long roasting pan.

Oh, this is gonna be good, she thought, grinding salt and pepper over its surface. How lucky is it my shift at the office was canceled tonight.

She was just about to shove it in the oven when she heard footsteps descending the stairs. Looking down the hall towards the front door, she saw her daughter emerge from the stairwell, keys in her hand.

"Hey, mom," she said, turning to Huldra. "I'm heading over to Shelley's house so we can work on the calculus, ok?"

Huldra was a bit taken aback. "Well, that's fine, dear," she stated, a tinge of disappointment in her voice, "but I was getting ready to make us dinner."

Monica, however, had already turned away and was heading to the door. "I'll just grab something with Shelley later, mom," she said. "Don't know when I'll be back, so have a nice night. Bye!" Before Huldra could make any response, her daughter had already closed the door behind her. A few seconds later she heard the car in the driveway start up and pull out into the street.

She stood in the silent kitchen alone, filled with annoyance at her daughter's actions. Honestly, she thought, sometimes I wish I hadn't given her the old car. This wasn't the first time Monica had just gone out like this. It wasn't that she was a bad girl, by no means. Monica just had a habit of not considering others and their plans when she decided to do things. Frankly, she considered herself lucky with how well her daughter turned out, what with her having to raise her by herself.

Resigning herself to dinner alone, she turned back to the counter to prepare the rest of her meal. As she chopped potatoes for the pot, her mood began to improve. Perhaps some alone time on a night like this would be enjoyable, cuddling on the couch with some good food and a nice movie.

And besides, at least she's out studying instead of getting into trouble.

It was just a casual passing thought. Yet something about it seemed to trigger a memory. Wasn't something supposed to happen tonight? Turning away from the potatoes for a moment, she went to the opposite wall and checked the calendar. Sure enough, in significantly sized text read the following message:

Tuesday-May 19: Donny 6:00pm

Of course! Donny! How could I have forgotten?

A young cat boy from Monica's school, Donny was a regular visitor to their home as her math tutor. He was a charming young man, pleasant to talk to and seemed to enjoy their company. In particular, she couldn't help but notice he seemed to enjoy her daughter's company, though Monica's attitude towards him did nothing to imply it was reciprocal. She wasn't mean to him or anything, she just gave off an air of disinterest.

For a moment Huldra mentally kicked herself for forgetting. Surely at her age she ought to remember these things. It wasn't until after a good minute or two that realization fully hit her.

Oh dear! Monica must've forgot too!

Putting everything else aside, Huldra went to the house phone on the wall and dialed her daughter's cell. She listened to the line ring until finally being directed to voicemail.

Must've left in on vibrate again _, she thought, her earlier annoyance slowly returning. _I swear, we're gonna have a long talk when she gets home.

It was one thing for Monica to brush her mother off; after all, even the best kids rebel against their parents a little. But to disregard Donny, who was taking the trouble to drive over in weather like this, was utterly disrespectful. To think she could be so rude...

And to such a nice young man, she thought, his image forming in her mind. Such a gentleman, with his handsome smile, and friendly eyes... and such soft, caressing hands...

At that thought, Huldra shook her head to dismiss his figure from her mind. Her cheeks flushed with warmth at the direction her thoughts had taken her. Just what had possessed her to think of Donny, a boy her daughter's age, in that way?

Perhaps it was that he was more charming than she had first thought. Even if he didn't succeed it getting her daughter's attention, she had no doubt he'd hook some lucky girl. Perhaps it was because she hadn't been with a man in so long. Or perhaps it was simply that a stormy night such as this just begged to have one cuddle against another.

At any rate, she couldn't call him to tell him to not bother coming, since she didn't have his number. And she couldn't ask her daughter for it since she couldn't get through to her. She'd simply have to wait for him and apologize when he got there. It would seem that her evening was destined to become more and more complicated.

Well, what else could happen?, she thought.

As if to mock her, a lightning flash brightened the windows, followed instantly by a thunderous boom. Within seconds all lights in the house ceased to function. Huldra lowered her head and groaned in frustration.

Well, that's just fuckin' great...

She turned her head towards the oven, already knowing any prospects of dinner in the near future were likely a bust. She then turned to face the clock on the wall. It read 5:15pm.

There's still some time before he gets here, she thought. Since I can't cook dinner, perhaps I'll go get cleaned up with the hot water that's left...

Laying her apron on a chair, she went down the hall to her room. Grabbing just a dark blue pair of bra and panties from her dresser drawer, she then went to the bathroom across from her room, choosing to pick the rest of her outfit once she got out. After a quick disrobement, she stepped into the shower and closed the glass door.

Turning the knob, hot water began to spray against her curvy naked form. She wasn't a skinny little thing like Monica, but rather than appearing fat, her body was filled out in all the right places.

As the heat of the water cascaded over her, her mind began to wander. Soon her thoughts returned to a young cat boy, his charming smile flashing as his bare chest was on display. Before she knew it, her right hand ran down to between her legs, two fingers easing into her nethers.

"Oh, Donny..." she moaned, massaging her ample breast with her left hand and her right continued to pleasure.

Donny kept a careful eye on the drenched road as he drove through the storm. Rain patted hard against the window, the car's wipers swiping them aside.

Diverting his eyes for a moment, he looked at the clock on the dash, which read 5:35pm. Normally he would've stuck to his schedule regarding Monica's tutoring schedule, but when the rain started he thought it might be wiser to get ahead of the worst of it. He hadn't called to let her know he was coming early, but he didn't think she'd mind. And from what she'd told him, her mother would be working late tonight, so they'd have the place to themselves.

Not for the first time did that thought give him pause. When the tutoring center at their school first assigned her to him, he treated her as he would any student in need, and thought she seemed nice enough. As he spent more time with her though, he began to slowly find her quite attractive. Perhaps it was the way she would bat her eyelashes at him while they studied, or the way she sashayed as she left a room. Regardless, he began to feel he was being drawn to her, and that she was doing everything to encourage it.

Which brings us to tonight, he thought, with just a little apprehension.

Since Monica made a point of telling him they'd be by themselves tonight, he couldn't help but wonder if she may be holding ulterior motives. Perhaps she planned to bring their supposed relationship to the next level. While that possibility filled him with eager anticipation, he also couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, he'd never been with a girl before, and the thought that he might screw things up worried him.

And of course there was the fact that her mother Huldra might not appreciate such things going on in her house. He'd hate for her to be disappointed with him, since she was such a nice lady and all; always doing whatever she could to make him feel welcome.

The feel of his car's wheel splashing through a large puddle shook him from his thoughts. Refocusing his attention, he chose to bury his anxiety for now.

I'll just have to see what happens.

He didn't have long to put them aside though, as a few minutes later he found himself at his destination, pulling into the cow ladies' driveway. To his surprise, he saw that the car that Monica usually drove was nowhere to be seen.

That's funny, he puzzled. Did her mother take that car to work today?

Choosing not to give it much thought, he exited his car and ran to the front porch, raindrops pelting him from above. As he pounded his shoes on the door mat, he found himself surprised a second time, noticing there were no lights on in the house. Odd though it seemed, he decided to knock on the door.

A few minutes with no response and he tried again; still no answer. Without thinking, he tried the door knob. As a third surprise for the evening, the knob turned and the door eased open.

Well, she must be home if the door's unlocked.

Still, that didn't quite explain the lack of lights. Was she in her room taking a nap? Then, in an instant, a new possibility entered his mind. Was this all a romantic set up? Was she waiting for him to come to her?

Well, Donny, no point wussing out now. Let's see what lies ahead.

And so, filled with equal amounts of anxiety and teenage lust, he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him.

Patting her wet fur with a towel, Huldra suddenly ceased her drying and perked her ears. Was that thunder she'd heard, or was someone knocking at the door? After a few seconds she returned to her patting, only to have her attention drawn a second time. No, that was definitely someone knocking at the door, as faint as it was.

Is it Donny?, she thought, blushing at the idea. He's early.

Silently cursing herself for not bringing a full set of clothes in with her, she rushed to put on what she had brought, struggling quickly to clip the cups of her bra together. Undergarments on, she hastily threw a white bathrobe on, not even bothering to tie it up as she exited the bathroom.

Kicking off his wet shoes near the door, Donny peeled off his black jacket, leaving just his white T-shirt and black slacks. Hanging his jacket on a hook, he turned to the direction of the kitchen and headed down the hallway.

Stepping into the kitchen, the cat youth was given a shock as lightning flashed from outside, striking simultaneously it seemed with a roar of thunder. Startled by the sound, he paused momentarily in the middle of the room. However, he quickly found his attention drawn by the utterance of a gasp to his left.

Turning towards the sound, his eyes caught sight of a figure's silhouette, veiled by shadow. It was too dark to see clearly who it was, but who else could it be but Monica? What he could barely make out was the outline of a robe. Sweat ran down his neck at the thought of it.

This is it, he told himself. _She's waiting for you. Waiting to be claimed. _

Before he could lose his nerve, Donny steeled himself up and practically lunged towards her. Without giving her a chance to speak, the cat had pressed her against the wall, planting his hungry lips on hers.

At first, she remained still, not reacting to his touch except to moan in surprise. For a moment Donny hesitated, wondering if he had made a mistake. Was this not what she wanted? These worries were quickly brushed away, however, as the lady leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him.

They remained like that for a short while, her tongue pressing for entry that he gladly gave. Soon, without much conscious thought, his hands began to roam. Leaving her shoulders, they took hold of her robe a guided it down. Sensing what he was doing, she released him from her hold so that her garment could fall to the floor, not once breaking their tongues' wild dance.

Getting bolder, Donny moved his hands to her generous bust. As he fumbled with the front of her bra, he luckily found the clip holding it together and released it. Bra falling to the ground, his hands grasped her freed breasts lovingly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from his lover. As he broke the kiss to press his lips to an enticing nipple, a part of his mind couldn't help but notice that Monica's figure seemed much fuller than he would've thought, but he was too filled with lust to care.

Remaining silent save for her heavy breathing, the cow woman took a hand to press his head against her cleavage. Meanwhile, the other hand reached down to his waistline. Grabbing hold of the hemlines of his pants and underwear together and pulled down. At first there was some resistance, but with some effort she pulled them low enough for them to fall into a pool at Donny's feet. Tentatively, her hand reached where she knew the teen's shaft must be. Sure enough, her fingers brushed against his manhood, finding it significantly stimulated by their activities. She began by pressing the flat of her hand along its underside, before finally wrapping her fingers around it and beginning to pump it.

As she worked her massaging digits, Donny parted his lips from her truly wondrous globes and returned them to hers. Deciding it was time to fully unwrap his prize, his hands went to the hemline of her own panties; her last remaining garment. Sticking his thumbs in, he tugged the panties down, his hands tickling her thighs as they descended. With her fully disrobed before him, he pressed in closer. Her body felt so warm and inviting, as if his was meant to become one with it. Aligning himself, he rubbed his groin against hers, her wet folds lubricating his member.

Suddenly, before he could put up any defense, his lover gripped his shirt tightly and pulled him away from the wall. Without breaking their kiss, Donny stepped out of his discarded clothes on the floor and followed her down the hall. Her guidance eventually led to Huldra's bedroom, which the cow woman hastily pulled him into.

Releasing her hold on the cat boy, she stepped backwards towards the bed. Sitting on the edge, she spread her legs open, reaching out a hand to beckon him to her. Donny didn't have to be a genius to know what she wanted. She wanted to be fucked , and by God he was going to oblige.

Pulling off his shirt and casting it aside, he lunged towards the bed, falling upon her against the soft mattress. Grabbing hold of her bosom with both hands, he thrust himself into her. Each gave out cries of passion as the euphoric feeling washed over them. With the initial shock wavering, Donny proceeded to pound into her as she grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep him close.

As he continued to fuck the cow woman beneath him, he began to feel a familiar sensation build up inside of him; one that he knew all too well. Knowing the end would soon be in sight, he increased to speed of his thrusts. Sensing that the climax was fast approaching, his lover wrapped her legs around his waist, demanding that he cum inside her.

Just as he was about to release, however, he heard the lady beneath him utter words for the first time since he'd walked in.

"Ooooooooh, Donny..." she moaned, her speech emanating nothing but pure bliss.

At the sound of these words, Donny immediately knew something was off. That wasn't Monica's voice! And yet, he knew it from somewhere...

No,_he thought, trying to reassure himself. _It couldn't be...

His mind was given no chance to consider it further, however, as the woman tightened her legs around him, forcing in his final thrust. Before he could say anything, she had pulled him down into an embrace, silencing his mouth with hers. This sent them both over the edge as they came together, his cum blasting into her womanhood. In spite of his confusion, he was unable to contain himself as a feeling of ecstasy flowed over him.

In a surprising twist of fate, it was at this moment that the lights chose to switch back on.

Gently breaking from her embrace, Donny raised himself up to look down on his lover. Sure enough, it was not Monica beneath him, but her mother, Huldra, as he had guessed. She laid back panting, looking up at him with loving, emerald eyes. She smiled at him affectionately.

When he had come into the kitchen, she had seen him as the lightning had flashed. When darkness lay over the house again, the next thing she knew he was kissing her passionately against the wall. Had she been wrong? Was she the one he was attracted to? All she knew was that the loving touch of a man was something she'd been without for too long, and she was not going to turn it away.

As she looked up at him in the light of the relit room though, his face wasn't filled with joy as she had hoped. Instead there was... what? Shock? Confusion?

Did... did he not know it was me?, she wondered, her bliss slowly fading with realization. Oh my God, he thought I was Monica! This explained everything now. Huldra, you idiot. Of course this young stud didn't come here for you.

Donny watched as a look of disappointment came over her face as she turned it away. Now he was even more confused. Why hadn't she pushed him from her when he embraced her in the hall? Why had she seemed so happy once they'd made love, but now seemed so sad?

As he puzzled over this, he thought back over all the times he'd spent in her company. His memory flooded with moments where she would give him a loving smile, would tenderly pat his shoulder, even a few times when he'd caught her looking at him from afar.

Had she been attracted to me?, he pondered, shocked by the idea.Had she thought I'd come here for her?

Everything started to align in his head. For some reason or other, Monica wasn't here, and hadn't even bothered to call him. And since Huldra probably didn't have his number she couldn't either. So what followed had been a sequence of lustful, convoluted circumstance.

And now its hitting her, he thought. The sad truth that I hadn't come here for her.

The notion made him feel like a heel. He couldn't stand the idea that he had made such a lovely woman sad; he like her far too much for that. Then he really took a moment to consider where he stood (or rather laid).

Monica was a no show. His time and feelings apparently didn't mean much to her. Perhaps he had read too deeply into her actions. Or perhaps she'd strung him along just to make him give her the help she needed.

And then there was her mother; a beautiful, mature, loving woman who clearly had wanted him. She was his first time, and damn if it hadn't been wonderful, regardless of the surprise. Was it possible to dismiss his attraction for her daughter, and instead shower it on a lady who deserved it far more and wanted him in return?

Damn right I can!

Taking hold of her face, he turned it towards him. Before she could say a word, he gently kissed her lips. Unlike before, when it had been filled with unbridled lust, this one held nothing but sweet and affectionate love. She was still for a moment before finally returning the kiss, placing a hand against his cheek. They allowed the sensation to linger for a moment before breaking apart.

She now looked up at him with a face that was filled with doubt, and yet also with unspoken hope. "I'm not her," she said bluntly.

He stared down into her eyes, not even blinking. "It's not her I want," he replied.

"How can you be sure?" she said. She wanted to believe, but it seemed so foolish to.

"Let me convince you."

Without another word, he buried his face into her neck and began laying soft kisses across her fur. Slowly he worked his way down, kissing down the ravine of her large breasts and moving towards her belly. As he went lower he dropped down from the bed, his face in direct contact with her womanhood. Licking his lips, he pressed his muzzle into her, extending his tongue to lap at her moist folds.

Huldra gave out a cry of surprise. At first she just gripped the blanket beneath her as jolts of pleasure pulsed through her. Very soon though she placed a hand at the back of his head and pressed him further in.

"Oooooooh, yes, Donny," she moaned. "Just like that... right there..."

Apparently Donny was more skilled in this art than he would've thought, as soon he felt her juices flooding at him. He felt her grip on him loosen as he heard her on the bed panting. Breathing heavy, he rose to his feet, looking over his mature lover.

"Well, pretty lady," he said, "care to go another round?"

She looked up at him with a seductive grin, all doubts disappeared. "Take me, big boy."

Taking hold of her left leg, he lifted it into the air, effectively turning her onto her side. Wrapping both arms around her raised thigh, he looked upon her fully exposed vagina. Lining up his newly aroused manhood to her, he thrust into her with all his force, gripping her leg tight. Hearing her cry out, he thought perhaps he had been too rough, but looking at her blushing face he saw pleading in her eyes. Without delay, he laid into a pumping rhythm.

These actions filled them with unending pleasure, but all things must come to an end. Soon a tingling sensation began to fill them both once again.

"Aaaaaaah, Huldra... oooooooh, I'm gonna... I can't hold it..."

"Yes, Donny!" she cried, bending her legs to partially hold him in place. "Fill me! Give me everything! I'm yooooouuuuurrrrs!"

The young cat needed little convincing. With one final thrust, he exploded into her, filling her with his seed. He closed his eyes as the passion fell over him. Releasing her leg, he fell towards Huldra, who laid waiting to receive him. Her gentle arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace.

"That was great, stud," she breathed, kissing him on the forehead.

"So were you, Ma'am," he replied, delighting in her touch. "So, what happens now?"

She looked at him silently for a moment, considering her response carefully. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked with an inviting smile.

It was 10:42pm when Monica pulled onto her street. She and Shelley had had a pretty decent night. They worked over their calculus problems for a good two hours, and while they hadn't completed it all they had made significant progress. The rest of the evening had been spent chilling with pizza and a movie. Finally, Monica had decided it was getting time to head home and she bid her friend goodbye.

As for the rest of her calculus, she still had until the end of the week to finish it. At any rate, she was certain she could get her tutor Donny to help her understand the rest. She'd found it wasn't hard to convince the cat boy when she turned on the charm. However, she'd also found she might need to turn down her flirtation just a little bit. She'd noticed that he was becoming particularly interested in her, more than she cared for. He was a nice enough guy and not unattractive; she just couldn't see herself with him.

And it doesn't help that mom's so nice to him, she thought.

As she pulled her car into the driveway, she was surprised to find that another car was sitting there; none other than Donny's car. It took her a moment, but suddenly she remembered what day it was, the very day he came over to tutor. And of course, forgetting he was coming, she'd forgotten to tell him not to.

But then why is he still here?, she pondered, exiting her car. Did mom take pity on him and have him stay for dinner? Even so, surely he would've left by now.

Walking into the house, she found his jacket hanging on the wall. From the kitchen she caught the scent of the pork roast her mother had been cooking. Stepping in, she saw the night's dishes left to soak in the sink.

She was about to head upstairs to see if perhaps Donny was desperately waiting for her, when suddenly she heard a noise. It had come from down the hall to her mother's room. From where she stood, she could see flickers of light coming from her mother's cracked open door. At first, she thought perhaps the sound was just her mother's TV. This delusion was broken, however, when she heard further sounds; sounds that were definitely from someone in the room.

Putting her bag down, she crept down the hall towards the room. As she approached the sounds became more plain. They were moans mingled with the sound of a creaking bedframe. Reaching the door, she gave a peak through the crack.

The sight she beheld within left her reeling.

Scattered on surfaces across the room were a number of lit candles, accounting for the flickering. Laying about the floor were various articles of clothing. But the thing that held her attention the most were two figures on the bed.

One of the figures was obviously her mother, even if she could only see her back. Huldra's arms rested on the wooden backboard of the bed as she straddled the second figure beneath her. Monica couldn't get a good visual on them, but she didn't need to. She could guess easily enough who it was.

As if to validate her conclusion, she heard him cry out in pleasure.

"Ooooooh, Huldra... Oh, you feel so good..."

"Mmmmmhm, that's it, Donny..." she mother moaned in response. "Ooooh, yes... you want mama's love, don't you big boy?"

"Aaaaah, yes mama... give me your love..."

Unable to bare the sight any more, she pulled away from the door, her cheeks flaring from embarrassment. Not only had she just seen her mother in the act of something she'd never wanted to witness her doing, but she was doing it with a boy from her school! Yeah, he was of legal age, but that was beside the point

How could this have happened? When could this have happened? Had this been going on for a while now? And if not, how the hell did the two get that far in a single evening?

Deciding this was too much for her brain to handle at this hour, she crept away from her mother's room and headed towards the stairs, praying she would wake up and find this all a dream.

Because if it isn't, she thought, this is going to make tutoring sessions very awkward.

The End

Fun fact: When I first conceived of this idea, I'd intended for Monica to purposefully throw Donny and Huldra in a situation where they'd fuck by accident. I spent a long time trying to think how this scenario could work. It wasn't until three days ago that I realized this story would only work if I removed that angle entirely. Funny how things work out, isn't it?