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Fantasy Mother

Part1

The hare sat in his room alone. The glow of his computer the only light available. He was watching it again. He just couldn't help himself. The young male came across the video online on a random search. It was only accidental happenstance that he clicked on it several months earlier. Once realizing the significance of the find he quickly downloaded it and hid it in an innocuous file. In the time since he found several more related videos, however this one remained one of his favorites.

His paws were on his lap. The thumb of one paw hooked on the waistband of his underwear to hold it open, and his other feverishly working the shaft of his pecker. What was it the old females would warn? It would cause blindness? Make the fur fall off your paw? What would they think if they knew he was doing it while watching this?

It was a porno, of course, but it was an extraordinary one as far as he was concerned. The female rabbit in it was being handled roughly by a muscular male wolf. Such interspecies material was considered taboo, but that wasn't what made the film so unique.

The wolf shoved the rabbit back onto a bed and loomed over her, his large penis erect and bulbous.

"My, what a big dick you have!" The white and brown spotted female exclaimed with her legs spread apart, showing off her ready genitalia.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear." The wolf growled.

The sound was low. The young hare did not want to draw the attention of anyone else in the house, but he still wanted to hear the video. Not so much for the poor dialogue, but for the moans and sloppy coitus symphony that was ahead.

And her voice.

The wolf crawled on top of the rabbit, intending to impale the young female on his monstrous member. The young hare watched with fascination, his paw picking up the pace on his far less impressive organ. The wolf pressed his hips forward and the rabbit let out a moan.

The hare was startled by a knock on his bedroom door.

"Honey?" A female voice called out, "Can I come in?"

The hare frantically put his erection back into his pants, and his paw snagged at the mouse to close the video. "Just a minute, Mom!" He said, knowing that was futile. The knock was only cursory, she was coming in no matter what he said. That is how she's always been. He made several panic clicks to open something benign just as he heard the doorknob turn. As the door swung open he made his best effort to turn as nonchalantly as possible.

His mother stood in the doorway with a laundry basket pressed against her hip. "Hey, Palmer," she said cheerily, "doing your homework?"

"Um, yeah." The hare said, trying his best not to sound like he was lying.

"Well, I won't bother you." She declared as she let herself in. "I just have some of your clean laundry here." She put the basket on his bed. "Make sure you put it away."

"Sure, Mom." He said.

She put a paw on her hip and frowned at him. "You're not just humoring me, are you? I better not find these folded clothes in the corner on the floor later." His mother was white and brown like the young female in the video. In fact, outside of being older with more pronounced curves, she looked exactly the same.

And her voice... while a bit more mature, was also unmistakably the same.

"No, I'll put it away." The hare assured her. Anxious for her to leave.

His mother nodded without looking totally convinced. Her paw fell away from her hip. "Anyway, I'm going out to dinner with your aunt. Will you be okay by yourself for a while?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." She said turning back to the door. "Your father won't be home until late. I made you some supper. It's on the top shelf in the refrigerator. You can heat it up in the microwave when you get hungry."

"Thanks, Mom." He said.

When the door closed behind her he let out a sigh. That had been a close one! As relieved as he was not to be caught he was delighted to find that he'd have the house to himself for the evening. A little alone time with pornographic videos of his mother and no chance of discovery? What a lucky break!

Palmer sat in silence softly touching himself through his clothes, not wanting to lose the erection. He listened to the noises of his mother getting dressed up and walking around the house gathering her things. Up and down the house finding all the little things that are supposed to be in her purse. Eventually the front door opened and shut. He didn't relax yet. Mom was notorious for her memory. She always forgot something. Sure enough the door opened back up momentarily before shutting again. There was the drone of the car starting in the driveway. It sat idle for a while and Palmer expected she had forgotten something else. After several minutes it finally pulled out of the driveway and hummed down the street.

The hare sat for a few more minutes just in case, but it appeared his mother was gone for good. If she was going out with his aunt then she would be out for three hours at least. His father would not be home for another five. Always putting in the overtime. That was his old man.

Palmer reached back for the mouse of his computer and found the video files in the hidden folder. There were seven of them in total that he had found. He expected he had enough time to watch all of them, and this time he wouldn't have to worry about the sound. He could turn it up.

The video started up with some gaudy music and credits for many different actors and actresses. His mother, whose real name was Lynsey, was introduced as "Fantasy Sugar". The video was a two hour compilation piece with several different scenes, but he knew to go to the seventeen minute mark to find the one with Miss Sugar.

Palmer got as comfortable as possible, undressing completely to heighten the fantasy. The clip started out setting a predictable "rich bitch" scene with his mother reading a book while stretched out on a patio lounger next to a pool. She was wearing an incredibly skimpy bikini and a pair of large, I-don't-give-a-fuck sunglasses. After a few glamour angles of the young and curvy bunny sunning herself a black furred male feline appeared and unconvincingly introduced himself as Bill the pool guy. His mother responded aloofly and dismissively and "Bill" went about his work cleaning an already clean pool by skimming nothing off the surface of the water. In short order he peeled his tee-shirt off to expose his well toned body and Palmer's mother peeked at him over the top of her book. Her eyebrows were raised in interest and she bit her bottom lip.

There was several minutes of cringey flirtations between his mother and the male. The feline showing off his body and excessive bulge in the front of his swimming trunks while his mother reacted in increasingly erotic ways. First lightly touching her fingertips to her mouth, slipping one in occasionally. Then toying with her breasts and pinching at her nipples before sliding her top aside to expose her tits. One paw wandered south to rub herself through her bikini.

Before long the male walked over to stand next to her. She sat up and took him by the waistband, pulling it down to expose his large member. She played with it while making appreciative comments about its size before taking it into her mouth.

Palmer's mother was an expert at fellatio. Even the feline's spiny dick didn't confound her as she attacked it like she was starving. The young hare stood up in front of the computer and started to play with himself furiously, trying to match the movements of his mother's tongue. Frustrated that his paw was so familiar and mundane feeling. What would her mouth feel like? He guessed it would be marvelous, but he would only ever be able to fantasize about it. That also frustrated him. Still, this was more than any other boy who loved his mother more than he probably should could hope for.

After a while the feline went down on her, snagging aside her bikini bottom to get access. She was already glistening and ready, but he went to town anyway, as per the standard porno structure. He didn't appear to be as comfortable doing it as she had been, but she reacted as if he were an oral god. Throwing her hair and squealing in pleasure. For good measure grabbing his ears and pulling on them.

Palmer continued to abuse himself while licking his free paw. Once again he was trying to match the film. His paw was a poor substitute for a pussy, but he worked with what he had, licking between the fingers and imagining them as her labia. Sticking a finger in his mouth every time the feline inserted one of his into her.

Finally they made it to the main event. The young rabbit lady got on her paws and knees and bent over. She reached between her legs to help guide the male's impressive, if not somewhat horrifying, member into her vagina. His mother pursed her lips and moaned through her nose, letting out a shuddering gasp when he bottomed out in her. He started slow and quickly gained in rhythm. The rabbit moaned loudly at first but built up to cry out with a voice that was confused between absolute ecstasy and incredible pain. The male added to the cacophony with his deep, throaty moaning. All the while the young hare's paw worked his penis into a froth of pre-cum, unable to contain his own babble of sexual fervor. With all of the distractions and noise it was little wonder he didn't hear the knock on his door.

Palmer came much earlier than he had hoped. Grunting and squeezing down on his dick didn't stifle the stream, it only served to strengthen the spurt and he shot a rope of teen ejaculate across his keyboard. It was disappointing. Not only because he would now have to laboriously clean between the keys, but because he was hoping to time his ejaculation with the male when he cream-pied his mother in a few moments. Maybe he would have better luck with the next video.

Behind him his mother stood in the doorway to his room looking absolutely mortified.

Part 2

Lynsey backed out of her son's bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. He had been thoroughly distracted and didn't noticed her enter, and, she hoped, didn't hear her leave. Her paws began to shake as the shock of what she had witnessed was starting to sink in. The scene of a young male standing naked in his room and ejaculating a near torrent onto the desk was burned into her mind. She was immediately aware of how hard her heart was beating, so much that she feared Palmer might be able to hear it. She slunk away to the living room and sat down on a chair.

She had spent a long time putting her past behind her. In those days she was young with no concern for the future. The money was easy and fast... and so was she. All she had to do was let someone film her having a bit of fun and the money rolled in. She never considered that those recordings would be around forever. That people she knew... her son that wasn't even born yet... could ever see them.

Even worse, he was enjoying it. Some part of her wanted to believe that he didn't know it was her, but there was no way he didn't recognize his mother. Why would he want to watch that when there were so many other porn actresses out there? Did he see her in that way or was it just the extremely taboo nature of it that interested him? Perhaps it was just a freak occurrence and she happened to walk in on him the only time he was watching one of her films. Even as she thought that she knew it was a lie.

How often did he do such things anyway? Palmer exploring his sexuality was not something she was ready to accept. He's nearly in high-school and on the fringes of adulthood but she still saw him as her only little kitten. The joy of her life. Was it not just yesterday that he was a tiny little miracle that suckled at her breast? A bundle of fur that looked up at her lovingly with no knowledge of her torrid past.

Lynsey felt a twinge of pain in her heart. It felt like he was corrupted now... and she had been a part of that. She had ruined the innocence of her one and only.

There was just one thing she could do. She had to confront him about it. Set aside the humiliation and be his mother. Put her foot down and make him realize that there was a problem. She stood up, brushed away imagined wrinkles in her clothes, and marched right back to her son's bedroom.

Only she lost her nerve at the door. She stood there feeling feeble and useless. The din of yet another video droned beyond. She could hear herself in her son's room, charming a male by marveling at the size of his penis. Which one was that? She couldn't remember. She might not even recall if she was watching the video. She had done so many of them, sometimes several in a day, and that time of her life was a blur in her memory. Defeated, she walked back to the living room, leaving her son to wank himself in peace.

"Oh, Palmer." She whimpered as she sunk back into the chair. What could she do? She could not tell her husband. He had never approved of what she had done in the first place. If he were to discover that Palmer was watching them? He'd freak!

"Oh, Palmer." She repeated. Why couldn't he have hidden it better? Why couldn't he watch someone else? Why did she have to walk in on him? Why did she even make those? Why? Why? Why?

She stood up and put her jacket on. She wasn't going anywhere but she needed to get outside and away from the sound of herself getting pumped full of some stranger's seed.

When Lynsey stepped onto the front porch she found that the rain that had been threatening all day had finally started. The strong scent of fresh spring rainfall smelled clean and brisk. She loved the rain, always had. It washed away all the filth. Still, it never seemed to rain enough.

A sudden thought horrified her. What did Palmer think of her now? Now that he knows what she did, had he lost all respect for his mother? Is she just some slut in a video, selling away her worth and her future for a few pennies? As she thought about it she realized that he has seemed a little colder toward her recently. A bit distant and standoffish. She assumed it had been just because he was a teenager now, but that wasn't it at all. Does he hate her? Is she even deserving of his love anymore?

The rabbit looked into the sky and let the rain fall onto her for a while. To savor the smell and the dampness. To feel the cold on her face. To let it wash her clean. To let it hide the tears.

She closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She told the sky.

Lynsey shivered. Her jacket was fine for light weather, but it was not waterproof. She was soaked through to her fur. The bunny turned back to the house.

When she entered she made sure to pull the door shut much harder than was necessary. The heavy thud shook the house. In response the dull sound of her young self enjoying yet another tryst vanished. She hung her wet jacket on the hook and went into the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the food she had prepared for her son. She put it in the microwave but thought better of it, electing instead to put a saucepan on the stove. A hussy heats her son's food in the microwave, but a proper mother does it on the stove.

"Back already?" Palmer asked as he came into the kitchen. He was dressed now, but he had a look on his face. A touch of guilt and nervousness that he was trying to hide. She realized that she had seen that look before but didn't know what to attribute it to. Now she did. Lynsey tried her best to smile and pretend nothing was wrong.

"There was an emergency at Aunt Mariam's work and she had to go in and put out a fire." She explained. "We put off dinner until tomorrow."

"Oh." Her son said as he sat at the table.

"You don't mind sharing your dinner with me tonight, do you?" She asked as she dumped the food into the saucepan and picked up a wooden spoon.

"No, that's fine." Palmer paused, noticing that his mother's blouse was soaked through. It had become semi-transparent and he could see the outline of her bra underneath. "Mom, you're all wet."

"Well, it's raining outside, sweetie." She replied as she concentrated on stirring the food. "That's what happens."

"Don't you want to change and dry off?" Her son asked.

"I'm making dinner now." She said as she continued to stir. "I can change later."

"Mom..."

"I. Can. Change. Later." Lynsey insisted while stirring the pot vigorously.

"Mom... the stove isn't even on."

Lynsey lifted the pot to find that there was no fire under it. She squeezed her eyes shut and slammed the pan down angrily.

"Can't you just let me make dinner for my son?" She said in a low and furious voice. "Can I have that at least?"

"Mom? What are you--"

"You want me to take it off?" She suddenly shouted. "FINE!" Her paws ripped savagely at the buttons of her blouse. Shaking fingers struggled with them until she simply tore it off over her head. She wasn't finished there. Reaching behind her back she snagged the clasp of her bra and ripped it off, pulling away the undergarment and tossing it to the floor.

"Is THIS what you want?" Lynsey yelled at him with her paws on her hips, displaying her topless frame to Palmer. Her breast weren't as perky as they had once been, the nipples now pointing more toward the floor, but they were still full and round. She was not as fit it had been as a young female, now with thicker features and softer curves. Her son looked at her with wide-eyed confusion and fright, but even so he couldn't keep his vision from straying downward on her, drawn in by the doe's nudity. Without even realizing she was going to do it Lynsey lashed out, slapping her son across the face. Palmer fell back with a paw on his cheek, looking hurt and afraid.

Lynsey's paws flew to her mouth to cover it up, her eyes wide with the horror of what she had done. She had never struck him in her life! How could she do such a thing? What the hell was wrong with her? The world around her blurred as the tears came.

"Palmer! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed. She quickly stooped down to pick up her blouse and hastily covered her chest with it. She reached for him only to have him step back.

"I'm... so sorry!" She cried as she fled from the kitchen and to her bedroom.

Part 3

Palmer stood at the door to his parent's room, unknowingly mirroring his mother outside of his room earlier. Uncertain if he should knock and unwilling to leave. The hare's cheek still had the stinging aftereffects of his mother's slap but it was a distant pain. He could hear her crying and his heart broke to think it was because of him. Should he walk away and let her deal with it, whatever it was, on her own? What if she was sick? If he found out later that she was ill and he walked away when he could have done something he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

He put a paw on the door to knock and there was a click as the door swung easily on its hinges. His mother had locked it, but also had slammed it so hard that it skipped the latch.

"Mom?" He said softly as he carefully pushed the door open. Lynsey was sitting on the bed with her back to the door, still without her top on. She cringed at the sound of his voice, trying to shrink away.

"Mom... should I call the doctor?"

His mother shook her head. "No." She said weakly and sniffled. "No, I'm not sick. I'm just... I'm not sick."

"Are you mad at me?"

Lynsey turned to her son, with her blouse still clutched to her breast. Her face was wet with tears. "Oh... Palmer, no!" She sobbed. The rabbit ran up to him, stopping short for an instant, fearful that he would back away from her again. When he didn't she threw her arms around him.

"I'm not mad at you Palmer." She said as she stroked the back of his head. "I'm not mad at you at all, and I'm so sorry I hit you."

"It's okay, Mom." He said as he put his paws on the bare fur of her back to embrace her.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "No, it's not." She insisted. "It's never okay for a mother to hit her kitten."

"I'm not a kitten anymore." He insisted.

"Yes, you are." Lynsey whispered. "You'll always be my kitten." The doe held him tightly for a moment. Her chest against his the only thing keeping her blouse in place.

"I've always tried my best to be a good mother." She said.

"You are a good mother." Palmer told her.

"I wish that was true." Lynsey said. "I never wanted you to grow up, at least I didn't want you to do it so fast. I was willing to tell you so many lies to keep you naive and young. Despite that you grew up anyway."

"I know that you know about my past now." She told him. "I know you've seen the obscene videos that I was in." She could feel her son tense up in her arms and held him tightly.

"It's okay, Palmer. I'm not angry with you." She closed her eyes and the tears fell onto her son's shoulder. "I don't want there to be any more lies between us. I can't bear them anymore." She could feel Palmer was getting flush. The embarrassment of knowing he had been discovered was still settling in for him. Lynsey was afraid to let him go. Afraid he might flee if she did.

"I'm sorry, Mom." He said. Lynsey realized that he was starting to cry too.

"No, don't be." She said. "You did nothing wrong. It's my fault, not yours." She pulled out of the embrace and the blouse fell to the floor. Taking his face into her paws she looked into his tearful eyes.

"I love you so much." She told him. "You're my special little miracle. I want you to be able to trust me, so I'm going to come clean about everything. Will you please sit with me for a few minutes?"

"Okay."

The topless bunny led her son to the bed and they sat down next to each other. The young hare put his paws between his knees nervously. His mother realized she should have put something on, but also knew the trauma that had been done wasn't going to be undone by a shirt. She crossed her arms to cover herself anyway.

"When I was very young," Lynsey began, "I was reckless. I didn't have a very high opinion of myself and I fell in with some people who were on the seedy side of the film industry. They offered money to film me and I saw no harm in it. I did it for years. Even if you are careful that can lead to bad things, and I wasn't always careful. One day I was not feeling very well. I went to the doctor and it was discovered that I had chlamydia. It was cured, but the damage had already been done. I was told I would never be able to breed. I was devastated, and went right back to my reckless ways."

She put a paw on Palmer's face. "And then you happened. The doctor said it was a one in a million chance, and I felt like I had won the lottery."

"Is Dad, my real dad?" Palmer asked. His mind was piecing it together, and deep down he had always suspected. His mother was a white and brown furred rabbit, and his father a black furred one. He was a brown hare.

"No." She said sadly. "I met your father shortly after I gave birth to you. He was such a wonderful, kind and patient buck. We married soon after and he raised you as his own. Your real father was a hare that was in the industry with me. We had done several scenes together and I was doing... unsafe scenes because I thought I couldn't get pregnant."

"I was an accident?" The young hare asked with growing mortification. Lynsey saw it in his eyes.

"No!" She cried as she grabbed him and yanked him close. "No! No, you were not an accident!" She held her son's head tightly to her bosom. "You were a blessing. The most special thing that ever happened to me. Don't you dare to think otherwise."

The emotions had already surfaced and Palmer had begun to weep. The mother looked down and realized it was very familiar to have a tearful kitten at her breast and how much she had missed it. She stroked his ears and rocked with him.

"Accidents are unwanted." His mother whispered. "The doctors told me it was dangerous for me to carry you to term, but I didn't care what the doctors said. I wanted you more than anything in the world."

After a few minutes the doe realized she was dropping an awful lot into her son's lap. "Maybe this is all too much to tell you in one day." Lynsey said.

Palmer pushed himself away from her and shook his head. "No, I want to know everything now." He wiped his paws across his face. "How come I never met my real father?"

His mother bit her lip uncertainly. "He... wasn't like your dad. He didn't want to be a part of our life."

The hare took that as stoically as he could. "Can I meet him?"

Lynsey looked down. "About five years ago he overdosed on sleeping medication and... he never woke up."

Palmer pressed his lips together tightly as he absorbed the news. It felt like his world was crumbling down around him. All because of some videos he found on the internet.

"What was his name?"

"Phillip Stone." She said. "At least, that was his industry name. I can't recall what his real name was." The rabbit thought for a moment. "Would you like to see what he looked like?"

"Yes."

Lynsey got up and went to the closet. She pushed aside the hanging garments and started to search through the storage boxes behind.

"This box here." She said. "Could you help me pull it out? It's too heavy for me."

Palmer went into the closet to help. They rearranged the storage boxes to get out the one she wanted toward the bottom. The young hare tried to keep his mind on what he was doing but his eyes kept wandering over to his mother's bare breasts. The way they hung and jiggled and the large areola around each nipple. In the confines of the closet he could feel her body heat and the delicate aroma of her perfume assaulted him. Even after playing with himself several times earlier he couldn't keep himself from becoming aroused. Finally, the two of them managed to get a large plastic storage box out and onto the floor.

Lynsey put her paws on top of the box. "This is... this is my old life." She confessed to him. "Your father told me many times that I should just throw it all away, but... this all led to who I am now." She put a paw on her son. "It led to you. I guess I never had the heart to get rid of it because in many ways this is the foundation of my life."

She opened the top. Inside was a plethora of sexual devices. Dildoes, vibrators, bead strings, anal plugs, a pair of furry, pink handcuffs, and straps were strewn about inside.

"I'm sorry. Just... ignore all of this." She said as she dug into the box. The bottom was covered with DVDs all standing in rows. Some of them in a professionally created box, but most just plain disks in a clear case.

"Are you in all of those?" Palmer asked.

"Yes." She affirmed.

Palmer was shocked. There were dozens of DVDs in the box. Maybe several hundred. He realized that even after an extensive online search he had only managed to scratch the surface of his mother's work.

After some sifting, his mother found what she was looking for. A clear case containing a DVD with the title "Hare Raising XXX" written on it in sharpie.

"This was a, uh, vanity project that Phillip did." She told him. "It was his attempt at more 'traditional' material. I'm sorry, I don't have a picture of him. This is the best I can do."

Palmer tentatively took the DVD from her. "Mom... I don't think I can--"

"You can watch it on your own time." Lynsey explained, looking suddenly flustered. She had just provided pornographic material for her son. Material that she was in. Why was she showing him all this anyway? She was starting to feel like someone else was in control of her. Like airing herself out had put her on auto pilot and she couldn't take it off. She closed up the box and slid it back into the closet before going back to the bed to sit down.

"Palmer, can you handle a bit more truth today?" She asked him.

"I don't know." Her son said wearily. "I guess so."

Lynsey nodded and looked down. "You know how your dad has been working a lot recently? How he's been staying at work until late? Sometimes not coming home until morning?"

"Yeah."

"Your dad is a wonderful, wonderful buck," she said, "but sometimes wonderful people drift away from you." Then she sighed deeply. "He's seeing someone else."

"What?" The young hare said in disbelief.

"Don't be angry with him." She pleaded. "He's doing it with my blessing. Last year he asked me for a divorce, but I talked him into staying until you went away to college. I didn't want to tear apart your life. I wanted you to at least have a father until then. He agreed, but we came to an arrangement that he could see other females and we would keep it a secret from you."

"Mom? Are you... just... what the FUCK, Mom!" All the secrets she had been keeping from him, this was too much. "I'm an accident, my dad isn't my dad, my real dad is dead, and now you're getting a FUCKING divorce?"

Lynsey had never heard her son talk like that and it startled her. "I'm sorry, Palmer."

"Yeah, you keep saying that!" He shouted as he flung the DVD against the wall. The case shattered apart. "He's out there screwing some cow from his work and you're okay with it? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Palmer, please!" His mom hurried to him, intending to hold on to him so he wouldn't run off like she had done earlier.

"NO!" He yelled and put his paws up to stop her.

The young buck realized it doesn't matter what you're arguing about, when you grab your mother's naked tits, everything comes to an abrupt halt. The silence was sudden and shocking. They were much softer than he had expected and he could feel her heart beating in his palms. She looked surprised, but not angry.

He jerked his paws away from her. "S- sorry." He said quickly as he tried to escape the room. His mother was too quick for him, grabbing him from behind and holding on to him tightly. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back.

"I've been handled by people I didn't even like, let alone love." She told him. "That's not the worst thing that's ever happened to me. You don't have to apologize for it. You know what is the worst thing? That look on your face you had when you realized I had been lying to you for so long. I knew I had seen that look before, but I couldn't remember when. That look of absolute betrayal. That look that I had taken away something precious to you. It's ripping me apart."

"I remember now." Lynsey told her son. "It was your touch that brought it back to me. When you were very young, our most important time every day was when I was nursing you. It didn't matter how fussy or angry you were, it calmed you down and made you happy. It didn't matter how worried or sad I was, it gave me joy every time. I loved the way you looked at me when you fed. I had been given so much advice about when I should wean you. I had been told earlier was better. I didn't want to do it, but I did it because I thought it was best for you. The look on your face was heartbreaking."

"I can't change what I've done." She said as her paws rubbed his chest. "I wish I could. Everything I do with you is for the first time, and the last. You're my one and only. I can't learn from my mistakes, I just keep making them."

"I promise you I won't ever lie to you again." Palmer's mother vowed. "I'm always going to be perfectly honest with you, and I want to make up for all my mistakes. Because of that I'm about to ask you something that might be horribly inappropriate, but I must ask."

"What is it, Mom?" Palmer asked apprehensively.

"Will you allow me to nurse you just one more time?" She asked.

Palmer turned around expecting to find it was a joke on her part, but when he looked into her eyes he knew it wasn't.

Part 4

Lynsey crawled on the bed and Palmer found himself looking at his mother's round ass that had been compacted into a tight pair of jeans. Her tail flicked happily and her breasts swayed as she gathered the pillows together. She bunched them up so she could be propped up while she lay on her side.

"I used to lay just like this." She told him, then she patted the bed next to her. "You would be right here. This was my favorite way to do it because it was so relaxing. You would drink and drink like you were trying to empty me out. Bunny mothers produce enough for large litters, since you were my only one you became such a roly-poly little fuzzball." His mother smiled and looked at him expectantly. Her ears were perked up and concentrated on him and her eyes were beaming.

Palmer had agreed because "yes" was the only thing that had come to his mind. He was surprised at how happy it had made her. She had stated that she only wanted a chance to give him something back that she had taken away, but the hare sensed that she wanted it for herself just as much. Probably more.

He pulled at the hem of his tee shirt. A half naked, white and brown speckled rabbit was inviting him into her bed. She was displaying herself to him similarly to how he had seen her do in one of the porns. He had an almost painful erection and was worried that it would offend her if she saw it. Luckily the shirt was long enough to hide it.

Lynsey noticed her son's hesitation and her ears started to swivel uncertainly. She blinked and her eyes darted away from him.

"Maybe... this was a mistake." She said. The doe rolled off the bed to sit on the edge. Her long hair fell down to her chest. She put her paws on her tits to cover them, as if only then realizing they were exposed. "Palmer... I'm just... I'm being silly. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm sorry."

Palmer stepped in front of his mother. "Stop saying that." He told her. His paws fidgeted at his sides. This was the only chance he would ever have. If he turned her down he knew his mother would never bring it up again. The humiliation of being rejected by her son would close this door forever. If she was a girl from school he would jump at the opportunity without hesitation. Sure, she was his mother, but she was also a female. The chance to explore the opposite sex outside of pictures on his computer did not come up for a buck his age very often. He was desperately interested, not only because she was female, but he had fantasized of her so many times.

Lynsey smiled and brushed her hair back behind her shoulders before lowering her paws to once again display what she was offering. She took him by the hips and encouraged him to kneel down between her knees. Palmer's mother put her paws on his face and stroked his fur.

"Your nose is twitching so much!" She noted with a delighted, pleasing, motherly voice. "You don't have to be tense, we've done this before."

"That was a long time ago." Palmer said. His eyes darted between her face and her glorious breasts. If he hadn't been so enraptured with her curvy flesh and lovely fragrance he might have noticed that her nose was also flicking more than was normal.

Lynsey ran her fingers through his hair before tracing along the shape of his ears. "Too long ago." She told him. "If it makes you nervous to have me watch I can close my eyes."

"Okay."

Palmer's mother closed her eyes before cupping her tits in her paws to perk them up. She pinched each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and they poked out enticingly. Her son hesitantly leaned closer, putting his paws on her thighs. His hot breath was coming fast. As soon as Lynsey felt the heat her back arched toward him involuntarily and her nipple came in contact with his nose. That was all the encouragement her son needed and he took it into his mouth.

Lynsey let out a slow sigh through parted lips, ending with a quiet utterance of: "Palmer." Her paw slid around the back of his neck and her fingers gripped into his hair. As if she was afraid he might stop. Her son had no such intentions. A small sample wasn't enough and he sucked more of her in. His mother tasted warm, soft, and inviting. The barest hint of salt with a mixture of perfume and her delicate body essence. New and somehow familiar. He suckled gently at first, but was spurred on by her soft voice in his ear to increase his effort, inhaling the nipples in entirely to where the fur of her boob began. The teat had firmed up significantly from when he started and he could feel the bumpy texture of it with his tongue.

"That's right." The doe whispered. "They're all yours." She reached down and took him by the paw, guiding it up to her vacant breast, squeezing her paw on top of his so his fingers sunk into the tit. He picked up on the less than subtle hint and began to massage his mother's soft flesh. It was far more pliable than he had expected, tolerating a great deal of constriction and stretching. He could feel the quick rise and fall of her respiration which was only outdone by his. The teen hare's nose proved inadequate for the task and he found himself sucking breaths through the corners of his mouth.

Finally, Palmer let her dark nipple slip from his mouth and gasped to catch his breath. He switched sides, grabbing a fresh teat in his mouth and fondling the saliva soaked nipple he had given up. Lynsey bit her lip and moaned and her son caught her sneaking a peek at him under narrowed eyelids. She gave him a relaxed smile, her chest heaving and her hips slowly grinding to the tune of his tongue and fingers.

"I missed this so much." Lynsey told him. She put a paw behind his head, pressed his face into her tit, and leaned back on her elbow. Her son was pulled against her, his hip rubbing the groin of her jeans.

Palmer's eyes widened as he realized he had just pushed his throbbing bone against his mother's crotch. He pulled away and her tit slipped out of his mouth with an audible "pop".

"What's wrong, Palmer?" Lynsey asked, her paw still behind her son's neck.

"I-I'm sorry." He stammered, pulling at his shirt hem. He slipped from her paw and stood up.

"Shh, shh, Palmer," the hare's mother quickly soothed, "it's okay. That's a natural reaction. I don't mind at all." She took him by his paws. "In fact, I'd be a little offended if it didn't happen."

"You would?" Her son asked.

"Well, of course!" Lynsey said. She put her paws on her hips and gyrated playfully. "A female like me that's not as thin and pretty as she once was is always flattered when a handsome young buck shows interest."

Palmer fidgeted anxiously. "I think you're beautiful, Mom."

Lynsey grinned. She stood up and put her arms on her son's shoulders, clasping her paws behind his head. "That's such a sweet thing to say to your mother."

The buck realized that she thought he was merely humoring her. "No, mom, you are beautiful! Those movies I watch with you in them, I don't watch them wishing you still looked like that."

The doe looked confused. "Palmer... what are you saying?"

"You're more attractive now than you ever were." Her son told her. "I don't fantasize about you as you were, I fantasize about you as you actually are. You're awesome! I think you're the most amazing doe in the world! I want you, not the female in the movies who's pretending. It's you I'm thinking about when I..." He cut himself off, not wanting to sound crude.

Lynsey's face slowly dawned with realization. "Palmer..." She repeated, her voice with a hint of a quake in it.

"I love you." The buck told her with a conviction that he hoped would convey that it was not the type of love a teen would normally express to a parent. "I want you. I know I shouldn't, but I do."

The bunny's eyes flickered with an emotion that Palmer could not read properly. He thought it might have been some level of rage, and steeled himself to get slapped again.

However, it was not rage, it was determined resignation.

Lynsey forced herself into her son, pressing her lips against his. Palmer grunted as he was pushed into the wall, knocking several framed pictures askew. The doe locked her arms behind his head and all but smothered him with the kiss. As incredible as it was to suckle her breasts, his mother's mouth was on an entirely different level. Hot, wet, belligerent - an overwhelming force of lips, tongue and even teeth. The teen found it impossible to exert any dominance over the locked lips, he could only hold on for the ride and hope he didn't get too many bruises. Lynsey tugged at his shirt and finally broke the kiss long enough to pull it over his head, only to latch back onto him before the garment had even touched the floor. Her paws wandered on his slim frame and he explored her soft curves as best he could in the midst of the assault.

His mother pulled back again, trailing a string of saliva between them thick enough to drape laundry over. Her eyes glared hungrily at him from under her brow and disheveled hair. Her paws grasped at the front of his slacks, prying off the button and ripping down the zipper.

"Will this be your first time?" She asked breathlessly as she pulled his slacks to his ankles, leaving her son standing in nothing but his white briefs. He had a serious tent pitched with a massive spot of pre.

"Yeah." Palmer said, still stunned at the swiftness that events were taking place.

"Good." Lynsey said as she wiggled her way out of her tight jeans to reveal black thong panties.

She was on him again with the fierce kiss. Her paw fondling the shape of the bulge he could no longer hide. She traced the length of it before grasping it and feeling the girth. Her paws reached down between his legs and groped his testicles, manipulating the two egg-shaped organs.

"You've grown up so big!" She marveled without pulling their noses apart.

Lynsey took her son's paw and moved it between her thighs. They stood against the wall, breathing in each other's ragged breath and exploring the reproductive organs of their kin. Lynsey's hips rocked to the searching of her son's paw, helping him to find his way past the g-string. His unfamiliarity with the female form was making it difficult. Palmer's paw eventually worked out how to slip into the leg of Lynsey's tight panties. His fingers searched in the wetness and fur, groping around and trying to locate what must be there, he just wasn't sure how to find it. His mother put a paw over his. She parted her legs slightly and guided him deeper between her legs to the correct position. For the first time in his life one of his fingers sunk into the amazingly hot and luscious depths of a female.

"See how wet I am down there?" She gasped around her son's lips. "It's because of you that I'm dripping like a faucet."

Palmer was feeling lightheaded. Five minutes ago she was treating him like a kitten suckling at her breast and now she was letting him finger her while she made out with him. He expected his alarm to go off any second and discover that this was all a dream.

Lynsey dropped her head onto Palmer's shoulder. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. Her arms wrapped around his neck, hanging onto him tightly. Her hips bucked to the lively tempo of her son's finger.

"Already? I'm gonna..." The bunny panted and clenched her legs together, trapping her son's paw in place. She wore a momentarily helpless look on her face as the orgasm rocked her body. Palmer was stricken by her beauty as she gushed her fem juice all over his paw and down her legs.

Lynsey's legs trembled and she hung onto Palmer for support. She managed to pull him into a shuddering kiss before putting her lips to his ear.

"Take me to the bed." She instructed him with a tiny voice.

Palmer wasn't even sure he could pick his mother up before he tried. He was surprised to find that she wasn't that heavy. Perhaps the impending coitus had lent him strength. He set her down gently on the bed. Lynsey put her paws on his face.

"My big, strong buck." She praised him with a smile.

Palmer positioned himself between her knees and Lynsey wrapped her legs around him. She reached under herself and pulled the thong aside and her son popped his healthy, throbbing cock out. His mother pulled him in for one final kiss to seal the deal.

Suddenly there was a loud bang as the front door was slammed shut. The two froze in place, their lips together and their eyes wide with mirrored fright. Palmer's dick so close to his mother's cunt that he could feel her fur on the tip.

"Honey, I'm home." A voice called out.

Part 5

"Honey, I'm home." Donald called out as he closed his umbrella and leaned it next to the door. He slid his jacket off and hung it on a hook before kicking off his wet shoes. The dark furred bunny flipped through the mail he had brought in. There was nothing interesting, just bills and junk mail. He walked into the kitchen and dropped the mail on the table.

"Honey?" He called again. He felt something under his foot and stooped over to pick it up.

It was a bra.

Donald turned it over in his paw. It was obviously one of his wife's. It still felt damp and he guessed she must have been doing the laundry and dropped it. The black bunny walked down the hallway. He poked his head in Palmer's room as he went by, but his stepson was not there.

"Hello, Don." Lynsey said to him as he entered the bedroom. "You're home early." She was in the bed with the covers pulled up to her shoulders.

Donald closed the door behind him and tossed the bra on the bed. "Kate and I had a fight." He told her.

"Nothing serious, is it?" His bunny wife asked as she grabbed the bra and made it disappear under the covers with her.

"No, I don't think so." He said tugging at his tie. "I'll call her in the morning and smooth things out."

Donald eyed the box on the floor of the open closet.

"Why is that out?" He asked with irritation.

"I wanted something from it." Lynsey told him.

"What could you possibly need out of that?"

"Something with batteries," his wife said, averting her eyes, "but the batteries were dead."

Donald sat down on the edge of the bed. "I told you it was fine with me if you found yourself someone else."

"There was no way I could have hidden that from Palmer." Lynsey drew up her knees. "You'll be happy to know that doesn't matter anymore because I told him everything today."

"You did?"

Lynsey nodded.

"How did he take it?"

"Not very well."

"He's a tough kid." Donald said. "He'll get over it. Where's he gotten to anyway?"

"He went to a friend's house." She told him. "He should be home in a little while."

Donald took off his shirt. "I suppose this means we don't have to pretend anymore."

"I guess not." Lynsey agreed.

The black bunny stood up and tossed his shirt into the hamper. He paused and straightened the crooked pictures on the wall. "I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers months ago, so he's got them on file. I can call him tomorrow and we can get things moving. Kate will be thrilled. She's not happy being the "other female" anymore."

"Neither am I." Lynsey mumbled glumly.

Donald sat back down on the bed and was silent for a moment. He put a paw on his wife's knee. "I'm going to make sure you and Palmer are looked after." He promised her. "You get to keep the house and the alimony will be more generous than what is standard. Did you find yourself a lawyer?"

"No." The female bunny admitted. "I didn't think I would need one yet."

"I think it would be a good idea if you started looking for one." He told her.

"Can't I just use yours?" She asked. "I know you're not going to try to cheat me anyway."

"My attorney is looking out for my best interest, I think it would be wise if you had one looking out for yours." Donald grinned. "I like Fred, but he's still a scum-sucking lawyer."

"Alright," Lynsey agreed with a grin, "I'll start looking for my own scum-sucker tomorrow."

Her smile melted. "This is really happening, isn't it?"

Donald nodded. "Yeah."

"Don, help me understand." His wife pleaded. "What did I do wrong?"

"Lyn, it's not you." He said as he stood up. "It's not anything you did or didn't do. I love you. I just... I can't be with you anymore."

* * *

Palmer listened to his parent's conversation, trying desperately to control his nervous breathing. He was fighting the urge to sneeze from the dust. He kept his bunched up shirt pressed against his face until it passed. His father's feet paced back and forth as the two discussed the details of their crumbling marriage. On top of him he could feel the weight of the bed shift every time his mother adjusted her position. If the kit had been five pounds heavier he would not be able to fit under there at all. As it was his stubborn erection made it an uncomfortably tight space.

Did that really happen? He almost had sex with his mom! His paw was still wet and slick with her juices. Even through the shirt he could smell her on his fingers. Did she really feel the same way about him that he does about her? That doesn't seem right. A mother is not supposed to be like that. No, it must have been all the emotions and embarrassment that led up to it. She was confused or just humoring him and letting things happen. A lot more would have happened if he had not been cock-blocked by his father's impeccable timing. Now that his mother was going to have time to consider what she almost allowed to happen there is no way that opportunity was going to present itself again. She'll realize what a mistake it was and wouldn't let it happen twice. That was his one chance. Maybe that was good somehow. His mother was very vulnerable now and he shouldn't push for something that she would regret, no matter how much he wanted it. That's what true love is, giving up what you want for someone else, right? Palmer didn't want to think about it anymore and did his best to occupy his mind elsewhere.

He spotted the DVD of "Hare Raising XXX" on the floor, nestled among the fragments of the broken case. Palmer waited until his father sat down on the bed again before cautiously reaching for the disk.

He turned it over several times and examined it. Just a plain disk with Sharpie scribbled on it, yet it was the only connection in the world he had to his father. His real father. What a foreign thought that was! He could not help but feel stupid that he never even asked about it before. Of course the male he had been calling "Dad" all those years was not related to him. They did not look even remotely alike. He had his mother's eyes, nose, and even tail, but nothing from him.

He could see his dim reflection on the glossy surface of the disk. Someone he never even heard of before was his real father. How much of himself would he see?

* * *

"So, anyway..." Donald said, "...Kate was saying she wanted to go on a cruise, and I always told her as soon as we filed the paperwork it would happen. I guess I could tell her to sign up for one now. I should be able to take a week off next month. That should make her happy."

Lynsey frowned. He had never taken her on a cruise. "Not really the best time of the year for that. It's the off-season, isn't it?"

"Well, we would want to go before -" The bunny cut himself off rather abruptly and his wife couldn't help but notice.

"Before what?" Lynsey wondered.

"Nothing." Donald told her. "Just forget it." He grabbed his pajamas from the dresser and headed for the bathroom. When he reached the doorway his wife sat up.

"Is she pregnant?"

Donald stopped in the doorway but would not look at her. If he had he would have seen that the covers had slipped off and exposed her breasts. He sighed deeply.

"We found out two weeks ago." He affirmed. "I know what you're thinking, but that has nothing to do with it. It was an accident."

The white and brown spotted doe leaned back against the pillow. "I guess it's none of my business anyway." She admitted.

Donald lingered in the doorway for a moment with his paw on the frame. He said nothing and eventually elected to flee into the bathroom to escape the uncomfortable conversation. After a moment there was a squeak of the shower knobs turning and a hiss of water hitting tiles.

"Is it clear?" Palmer whispered from underneath. "Can I come out now?"

Lynsey rolled off the bed, got on her knees and peeked under. "Yeah." She said as she reached for his paw. "Don't worry. You know your father and his showers."

Palmer squirmed out from the tight space under the bed. With bunched up clothes under one arm and his mother's paw tugging the other, the two tiptoed out of the room. Him wearing nothing but his briefs and his mother only in her thong.

"That was close!" The young hare said with a heavy sigh of relief as the door to his bedroom closed. "I thought we w -- Mom?"

When Palmer turned he saw his mother had sunk to the floor, her paws on her face to hide the anguish. He knelt at her side as his mother started to weep.

"I'm sorry, Palmer!" She sobbed. "This is all my fault!"

"That's not true!" Her son insisted.

"It is true! Your father wouldn't have wanted to find another female if I hadn't been so stupid. If I could have provided a litter he wouldn't need to wander and you wouldn't have had to grow up alone!" Lynsey countered.

"That's not your fault." He told her, but Lynsey put her paw on her son's face.

"Of course it is, Palmer." She stroked his fur and traced her thumb across his eyebrow. "Can you give me a hug? I really need to feel like someone loves me right now."

"I do love you, Mom!" The hare embraced his mother and let her cry on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry things are the way they are." Lynsey told him.

"I told you to stop apologizing."

"Sorry."

Palmer sighed. It was him that should be apologizing to her. He never should have made that confession. It confused things and would hurt her more than she's already hurt. Some things you should live with in silence, and a sexual attraction to your own mother was one of them. He had almost corrupted something pure, a mother's love for her son.

"I guess this is for the best." He said.

Lynsey nuzzled her son's neck. "What is?"

"That Dad came home when he did." Palmer said. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."

"Taken adv..." Lynsey lifted her head.

"It was wrong, wasn't it?" He asked.

Lynsey looked into her son's eyes. She looked confused for a moment before she blinked and shook away the face. "Right, yeah." She said, giving a brave smile. "It's okay, Palmer. I don't blame you." She pulled away from him and rifled through the bundle of clothes he had dropped on the floor. The doe found her blouse and slipped it on, fumbling with the broken buttons.

"Yeah, uh... ha ha!" Lynsey said as she wiped tears from her face and stood up. "I guess things got a little out of paw, didn't they?" She picked up her jeans and draped them over her forearm.

"Yeah." Palmer agreed.

"I guess I'll... uh, I better get back into my bedroom before your dad gets out of the shower." She turned and opened the door.

"I'm sorry." Palmer said.

Lynsey stopped, her head down with her back to her son. The door cracked open and the light of the bedroom spilled into the darkened hallway. She didn't leave, only shut the door again to be alone with him.

"Are you really sorry?" She asked quietly.

"Mom?"

She turned around. She looked stern and furious. "Did you lie to me? Those things you said that made me feel needed and happy, were they lies?"

"Mom, please, you know we can't do this!" Palmer begged.

"Palmer, I love you more than anything else in the world." She told him as she choked back tears. "More than myself! If you want to reject me, that's fine. I'll accept it because I love you so much. I'll just keep on loving you no matter what and I'll never bring it up again. I just can't stand the idea of you sitting in here with all that passion that you could be sharing and feeling ashamed of yourself. You shouldn't have to masturbate to old pictures of me when I'm right here! I'm not a little girl from your school that you would be "taking advantage" of, in case you haven't noticed, I am an adult. I can make my own mistakes. I've proven that much."

She stepped closer to her son. Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body. "I need to know: Did you lie to me?"

The hare looked down. Afraid to look her in the eyes.

"No." He admitted.

"In that case," she told him softly, "this won't be one of my mistakes."

She put her paws on his face to lift it and kissed him again. Not a hard and lustful one like before, a gentle lover's kiss. Meeting him on his own level instead of overpowering him with her superior proficiency. She broke the kiss simply to see if he would reengage. He did so with enthusiasm. Lynsey let out a gleeful moan and ran her paws down her son's body. She slid them both into his underwear, grabbed him by the rump and tousled his tail, in turn he put his paws up the front of her blouse.

"What about dad?" Palmer objected quietly.

"Fuck your father." Lynsey told him as she walked him backwards to the bed. "We'll be quick. I haven't been touched in a year. Do you know how long that is for a doe?" She pulled down Palmer's underwear. His erect penis snagged momentarily before popping free and the tight whites fell to his ankles. His cock was a pink, pointy member. Smooth and perfect with the slightest upturn. Not too big, but not small either. She pushed him and he flopped back onto the bed. Lynsey stripped off her blouse and stepped out of her thong. Palmer propped himself on his elbows as he took in her nude body and Lynsey displayed herself seductively, clearly enjoying his eyes on her. She squeezed her breasts before running her paws up through her hair, doing a turn for him and flicking her tail.

She crawled on top with a knee on both sides of his hips. Her pussy hovering just over his cock. Palmer's paws went back to her breasts. They were his, of course, his mother had told him so. Lynsey put a paw between her legs, running her fingers through the moistened fur.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked.

"More than anything!"

She grinned. "My charming young buck." She grasped his penis with her dampened paw and was rewarded by a trembling gasp from her son. She stroked him, letting her juices coat his shaft. She squeezed and some of his fluid leaked from the tip, adding to the lubrication. Lynsey positioned his penis at her entrance. She leaned her free paw on his chest and looked him in the eyes. She wanted to witness it, that moment when he crossed the threshold from a little kitten to a big buck.

Palmer's mother slowly lowered herself, letting him sink into her soft, burning cunt. His head dropped back on the bed and he sucked in his breath to let out a moan. He pressed his hips upward, firmly seating himself inside. Lynsey let out an unintended squeal that she could barely muffle as the tip of his cock pressed directly against her g-spot. Her insides quivered and she realized the year-long dry spell had made her incredibly sensitive. His hip bucked up on her again and she bit down hard on her lip. It had been so long she had forgotten that she was a screamer. She was going to have a tough time keeping her voice down. It felt like she was just as much a virgin as him.

Well, not anymore.

Her son's hips started moving with ravenous abandon, slapping into her repeatedly as part of him returned to the place he had emerged from almost fourteen years earlier. The tip of his manhood punched at her sensitive spot, each thrust sending a jolt of tingled pleasure through her belly that foretold of a building crescendo. She uttered another high-pitched shrill that she caught behind her paw. Her eyes were wide and she willed with all her might that Don would have an extra long shower. That the hot water would hold out until they were done and the spray was loud enough to hide the squeaking of the bed's springs.

That they should stop didn't even occur to her.

Lynsey pushed at Palmer's chest, straightening herself to try and adjust the angle of assault and bring the pleasure down to a bearable level. Her weight only served to allow him to press deeper inside and she whimpered pitiably. She turned her pelvis in an attempt to put more space between them, but her son grabbed her by the hips and rammed himself home with vigor only the young were capable of. Dear God! She wanted to scream so badly!

Palmer looked up at his mother. He had imagined it a thousand times, but his fantasies paled in comparison to the real thing. He could feel the silken walls of her vagina squeezing down on him. He wore an unbecoming "o" face as he was consumed by Lynsey's beauty as well as her cunt. Her tits bounced in response to his thrusts and she tossed her hair and bit down on her paw. He was as helpless as she was, his hips moving of their own accord. Like a machine had taken over his body that had only one purpose. To breed!

Lynsey collapsed on top of Palmer, crushing her breasts into his chest and embracing him around the neck. She breathed heavily in his ear with stifled squeaks, and he moaned in response.

"P-Palmer!" She stammered. With a swift move she rolled with him, giving him the top position. Palmer didn't even pause as he easily adjusted to missionary over her. She locked her legs behind him and arched her back, letting him smash her g-spot to his heart's content and doing her best to dampen the sounds of her orgasm into his neck.

"Please cum for me! Cum for mommy!" She begged him.

As if his body had been waiting for her permission, Palmer gasped and spilled himself inside of her. His mother let out an elated sigh at the sensation of his seed filling her up. The hare's body gave a few more quick thrusts before falling onto her tits. The two laid together, gasping and aglow with the aftereffects of coitus. Lynsey ran her fingers lightly through her son's fur.

"I love you so much, Palmer." She told him tearfully.

"Are you crying?"

She kissed him. "It's okay. It's happy crying."

The two could hear the sound of the shower getting turned off and Lynsey moaned.

"I have to get back before he gets out." She said.

Palmer rolled off of her and she sat up. She grimaced and put a paw on her pelvis.

"Oh, you came a lot!" She said as she felt his semen shift inside. "I'm going to have to go to the other bathroom and get cleaned up." She gathered up her clothes and headed for the door. Before reaching it she turned back around and gave Palmer a quick kiss.

"You were great!" She praised him.

* * *

Palmer had trouble falling asleep. There was a wet spot on his bed. A cold reminder of his first time, but that wasn't what kept him up. His mind wouldn't shut down. He just kept seeing his mother's face in the throes of lovemaking. His erection kept popping up and having to be dealt with. Eventually he did finally drift off.

He was awakened by a paw on him.

"Palmer?" A voice in the dark spoke.

"Mom? Is something wrong?"

"No, no." She said. "Everything is fine. It's just... um, your father called up his girlfriend and they made up. He went to stay over there for the night."

"Okay."

"Palmer, would you like to sleep in my bedroom with me?" She asked.

"Yeah!"