Snuffwuff
Here we are again with another one of those weird little flings. This is another one in the setting where you can die from cumming too hard and everyone just accepts that. Best not to think too much about it. You have been warned. And, uh, at least this time it's a bit more clear what happens than in my previous story.
This particular tale is an RP between an anonymous friend of mine and myself. In it, a young canine stud gets a bit more than he bargained for during a stay at a friends house from said friends mother. Or maybe it's exactly what he was bargaining for? After all, who wouldn't want to nut themselves to death deep inside a mature, buxom lady? The canine is played by me, the lady by my friend. Enjoy. Or don't, I can't really force you to.
"Aaaand you're dead. Again" Kyle mocked. The puma didn't grace him with an answer, just sighing in frustration.
"It's just-" Steve began "Every time this bloody bullet hell starts I panic, and start eating hits like fuck!"
The wolf just smirked. "As I see it, it's an issue of skill. You sure you don't want me to give it a shot?" He held out his hand for the controller expectantly, but Steve didn't hand it over.
"One more try. I know I can beat this boss, if I just keep my cool."
"Suit yourself then" the other boy grinned. The two of them were sitting in Steve's living room, taking turns playing video games. "I'll just have another gander at this then..." he continued as he picked up the magazine he'd put down to watch his friend fight the boss. The path to the boss wasn't nearly as interesting as the fight itself and the resulting frustration after all.
Kyle never missed an opportunity to hang out with Steve. They had quite a lot in common - their tastes in video games and their taste in smut first and foremost. Steve even had the good stuff - a subscription to the high-profile snuff-mag "Limp Beauties", of which the wolf had the most recent issue in hand now. He flipped to the feature set, a perky bunny girl with cute glasses getting offed and just absolutely destroyed by a group of stallions. There was quite the number of shots of her cum-drooling face with that special expression one got when they got pleasure-snuffed, that mix of stupefaction and pleasure.
The wolf contemplated just slipping a paw down his jeans to give his sheath a few good rubs, but the dry feeling in his throat was a bit distracting. "Aright, I'm gonna grab myself a new drink" he said and got up from the couch. "Try not to die again before I'm back!" Steve just grunted in response as Kyle ducked through the doorway to the kitchen.
Nyx washed off her hands happily humming to herself. The cookies were in the oven for the boys and she could finally relax while they baked.Or more specifically, get some relief from her own heated up oven. Each step was making the puma mother bite her lip in frustration. Her swollen folds grinding against each other with a nearly audible *shlick*.
It was all that wolf's fault anyway. Her son's childhood friend had matured into quite the eye-catching hunk. With how worked up she felt after laying eyes on him, she knew she was in trouble. His dark thick fur, the young but passionate golden eyes, his tall muscular build and toned biceps. "Unf..." the worked up single mother sighed while leaning back on the table. She hadn't even realized that her hand was idly running itself over her bulging, slightly moist, panty clad mound. She froze before convincing herself it was fine. The boys were distracted gaming anyway, what was the harm in letting off some steam?
Nyx lifted her ample pair of tawny buttocks onto the table top and slid back, leaning on one arm while hiking up her skirt. It didn't help that she'd found a particularly compelling copy of a snuff mag by surprise. It was tucked under her son's bed but she'd seen the edge peeking out. She couldn't help herself from snooping on her son. She was even proud of her son's taste, she actually had a subscription to the same magazine. But it only served to make the already hot and bothered puma in her prime even more moist in the muff.
"Awww..." moaning out as she continued to run her fingers over the covered nethers, applying slightly more pressure and feeling her arousal through the fabric. Her son's friend, the wolfy hunk, popped back into her head. "Kyle..." she whispered softly. "Kyle!"
The puma's fantasy filled head snapped back to reality. The same studly wolf she had been mewling over in her thoughts was standing in front of her in the kitchen. However, while she was unphased, the cute thing standing before her was absolutely stupefied. He'd walked right in on her playing over her cameltoe framed pussy, leaned back on display with no plausible way of hiding what she'd been doing.
She was first to break the ice. "Hey Kyle, you thirsty?" The sly puma nodded at his hand gripping the empty glass. She lifted her hand from her cleft and casually licked at her slightly wet fingertips.
If Kyle's throat had been dry before, it was even more so now. In truth, there was one more reason why he liked hanging out with Kyle, and that reason had just thrown one hell of an innuendo at him. Nyx was top-of-the line milf material, and he never wasted an opportunity staring at her fat ass or voluptuous hips, if he could get away with it. Now though, he felt rather called out. "Y-yes ma'am, I'll just get a refill and be on my way..."
Ears flat against his head, he awkwardly walked by the buxom puma to grab the orange juice from the fridge. Even though he was a third again her size he couldn't help but be intimidated by the woman. He could feel himself already poking against the inside of his jeans, not helping his bulge at all. Finding clothing that fit his stature was tricky enough already, and finding some that didn't unintentionally...emphasize his equipment doubly so. As he poured himself some juice, he could hear the older puma step up behind him.
"Ma'am, please, you-" was how far he got before he felt her hands reach around and undo his fly. Kyle always went commando because he just felt it to be so much more comfortable, but now it meant that the lady puma had direct access to his junk. His cock was already peeking from his heavy sheath, and more of it slid out as it was viciously groped by the older woman. "A-ah!" he gasped as what had been a dream of his for a while now finally came true.
The mature female loved that her hunter instincts kicked in as soon as the innocent wolf's ears flattened against his head. She wanted him bad. He was premium meat that made her lick her lips hungrily, while her lower lips drooled with desire, as he tried to scurry on by her advances. She wasn't letting her catch escape that easily as she slid off the table, leaving a telling wet spot where she had sat.
She approached cornering her prey, sliding her hands around his hips and expertly undoing his jeans. She had to stand up on her tiptoes in order to nuzzle against the back of his neck, huffing a breath of need in his ear, grinning as it flinched and perked up in reaction.
She used her low seductive voice "Kyle, are you sure that's the only thing you want from this kitchen?", she gave his now throbbing sheath a squeeze. It rewarded her with a fresh spill of thick precum between her fingers. Alternating hands she let her other paw wander lower while she brought her sticky paw to her muzzle. She took a sniff, making sure he could hear her breath in his musky pre. "Mmmmmhh, spicy~" she drawled, eyes rolling back in her head as she savored his stud scent.
Then she stopped, her wandering hand reaching its destination. The puma gasped at what she found, slowly exploring over the dense heft of the wolf's sack. "Oh fuck" she thought to herself, she'd always known her son's friend was endowed, his attire always failing to hide the bulging outline of his junk. But the realization of having her paw trying to cup even a single nut and failing, she nearly came on the spot. Her cunny gave a hungry clench, reinforcing her desires, followed by Nyx falling to her knees along with yanking his pants down with her.
She was greeted face to face with the vast expanse of backsack the wolf was packing. It even had that small tuft of fur on the underside of his two massive pup pumpers she loved. "You'd put some snuff stars to shame with these..." When was the last time he'd even cum? The orbs were heavy and full, his scrotum hanging low but filled out and taught with their contents. Before Kyle could react she shoved her muzzle up against the set of milf makers. "Hhhhrrrrrffff", she groaned as she absolutely inhaled his musk up close and personal, each of her hands now groping a nut. They lurched in her grasp, the contents sloshing and making the horny mom salivate, needing a taste of this stud's special reserve.
He hadn't made a move yet, frozen on the spot while she explored freely. But, Nyx needed to make sure he knew about her own special gift.
"I've seen what you and my son jerk off to... " that got another throb of pre spitting from his sheath. "I'll let you in on a secret. My hubby and I got a bit too excited a few years back and well... that left Steve with only a single parent. You know if we continue you're not getting outta this kitchen anymore... but that's what you want, right? Momma knows best, and she also knows what boys like you are like~"
She stopped to lap from the scruffy base of his sack to just below the boys frantically clenching buttocks.
"How do I compare to the models in that snuffmag you and Steve were flipping through between rounds?"
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was all that went through the wolf's head. "You- you're- y-you are - fuck!" He couldn't even get a proper sentence out. All the blood was going from his brain to his rapidly engorging penis, making it hard to think. Fuuuuck, she knew how to touch a cock though. He hadn't jacked off in a few days, getting ready for a proper wank-a-thon with Steve later in the evening, and as a result, his sack was sensitive as hell!
The wolf growled and grit his teeth as his claws dug into the countertop. And then there was that other thing she said...
Steve had never really talked about his father, and Kyle'd never brought it up. He had an inkling what had happened, but he never bothered asking, he just thought his part. But now, with his mom spelling it out for him while she had him quite literally by the balls... "A-agh!"
His sack gave a hard lurch, slapping against groin, and his cock spat a heavy, vicious rope of precum over the counter with a wet splck! Fuck, she was probably going to kill him! And that only made him hornier. Shit, what guy his age didn't fantasize about a smoking hot fucking lady like Nyx to off them. Just hump into them until you started spurting and spurting until your brain gave out and then become nothing but a limp, pliable toy for them hnnnng...
His red rocket was steadily sliding out of his sheath, drizzling cloying pre like a broken faucet. The wolf gave a shaky moan and widened his stance a bit, lowering his sack further into the puma's palms. He probably would have just stood there, letting her cup his sack until he kicked the bucket, but she had other plans. Kyle whined as her paws left his balls and they heavily dropped back down between his legs. With what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes he looked back at the puma to see her motioning him to turn around. He did as demanded, keeping his legs spread, leaning back against the counter and pushing out his hips. He didn't care one of the hands he used to steady himself was smack dab in the middle of a splat of his pre.
Nyx was kneeling between his legs, and the wolf could only look at her with hopeful anticipation. She looked right back at him, with big, green eyes, and leaned forward. Kyle gasped before clenching his teeth and groaning as she planted a tender kiss right on his left nut, without breaking eye contact. Then another. And another. All while looking him deep into his eyes. The wolf began to shiver as he drizzled copious amounts of male honey right onto the older woman's face, which she didn't seem to mind one bit. She moved up now with her attentions, first giving the top of his sack a few kisses, then moving on to his sheath. His budding knot was beginning to stretch the fuzzy holster, and Nyx made sure to give the stretchy skin a few hearty suckles.
Then she moved on to his cock. First the base, then she moved up, and it was quite a way. Kyle knew he was hung, his cock almost hanging down between his knees even though he was built like he was, but he never would dream of bragging about something like that in front of an experienced woman. She probably knew how to handle a cock like his way better than he'd ever be able to - especially because he probably wouldn't have much longer to live. If he died now, he thought as the puma was about to engulf his tip in her warm maw, his only regret would be that he didn't get to taste what her horned-up milf-folds tasted like.
The older femme was quite content with how quickly Kyle had melted into her paws like putty. Not that she wasn't slobbering all over his dick like a hungry whore. Godddd, he was the definition of stud. Cock as thick as her forearm and balls with enough cum churning inside they'd put a fresh set of curves on her already motherly figure.
Her face was a mess from his potent production of pre. She didn't mind one bit though. The scent, the taste, the intoxicating musk filling every breath, and the entire time she never broke eye contact with the nearly whimpering wolf. She gave him credit though. Back at his age every boy she'd even set her sights on dropped dead on the spot once they'd felt her heavenly lips lapping at their sack.
"You're one hell of a stud Kyle. I'm gonna remember your taste and musk for a long time even after you've spilled your last load. Now let's see how much of that fuck stick I can fit down my muzzle."
With practiced ease, Nyx ran her tongue from the base of his straining sheath to the underside of his cockhead. Lightly moaning and using the bulging underside of his cumvein as a guide, opening wide right at the end for him to look down her throat. She took a breath, before engulfing his tapered pre-gushing tip into the heated, tender embrace of her maw. She took it smoothly and in one go, relaxing her throat and feeling his girth push out against her windpipe and make a visible bulge through her neck. No gagging, no struggled gasping, just a motivated milf wanting every inch of this stud's shaft cramming and creaming right down her throat.
Nyx took as much of his shaft as she could pumaly swallow, even she couldn't overcome basic physics. But she was rewarded with glob after glob of spicy wolfy pre coating her throat and sliding right down into her tummy. The pup didn't let up! Which just made the ambitious snuff mother all the more motivated to see how much batter this wolf could churn.
Time to show off what years of experience had blessed the motherly puma with. Undulating her tongue, cradling the throbbing shaft on her taste buds, while she squeezed her throat muscles surrounding his length. His entire cock lurched inside her stuffed maw and made Nyx's eyes go wide. That nearly, nearly, earned him a gag from the cock guzzling milf, but also just made him all the more ready to spill his first pent up load.
His urethra bulging, balls erratically thrumming. Here he came~
His sack smacked up against the underside of her chin and the first geyser of cum came colliding with the back of her throat. Nyx quickly thrust her face down his shaft as far as she dared go. But the puma didn't let a drop escape her audible slurps, massaging his cock with each gulp of her throat while seed was directly poured into her belly.
It tasted even better than she'd anticipated. Each new flood of his puppy producing cum washing over her tongue making the horny puma have to resist plunging three fingers into her puss right there. But she remained focused on his pleasure, while also making sure to not go too far. She could sense him starting to tremble, and she didn't dare waste what this succulent specimen had to offer. She wasn't letting him off that easy, he wasn't snuffing it unless he was balls deep in her hungry pussy.
Nyx pulled off his still spewing cock, spilling ropes of cum over her face and breasts. This blouse was ruined, no way she got this scent of his alpha wolf seed out of it, but that just meant she'd keep it as a keepsake. She leaned back and took in his wide stance. His eyes glazed over and hazy, barely holding on.
"Gnnnnnnnnn....hnnnnnng..." Kyle was trying so hard to not moan out loud. He kinda succeeded, just letting out a small moaning growl through clenched teeth. He was cumming so. Fucking. Hard. His cock was actually hurting with the sheer force of his ejaculation. Dense fog clouded his view, but he still couldn't avert his gaze from the mature cat between his legs. She just...kept guzzling down all his spunk...and-
SHLURP!
With wet, noisy squelch Nyx pulled off in a single motion. She got a hearty blast of canine spunk all over her front before she could move out of the line of fire, though that didn't seem to faze her much. Kyle on the other hand was left with his dick suddenly throbbing at the bare air. "Guh? Uuuugh." It took the boy a moment to actually register what was happening, during which he shot a long rope of seed all over the kitchen floor. Then, as he was panting like he'd just run a marathon, his masturbation instincts kicked in, and he grabbed his cock behind the knot stimulating a tie as best as he could. Immediately though, he froze up again. Instincts could only get him so far when his brain was barely functioning anymore, and so he just kinda stood there, wide-legged, a bit hunched over, dick angled at the floor now, each lurch of his sack sending a splattering spear of cum over the against the kitchen tiles underneath him.
The puddle there quickly grew and grew, a slimy, steamy lake of canine nut. The wolf would have apologized for the mess he made of the puma's kitchen, if he would have been able to form anything more than moans and groans. He wasn't even sure why he was worried about the mess. When you were snuffed you didn't have to worry anymore about the mess you made. Then he saw something that got his already shaky legs even weaker.
The feline was scooping up the ivory snakes he'd covered her face with and sluuurping them with gusto. Handful after handful she cleaned his cum off her face, her whiskers, her neck...hnnng. The cumpuddle between his legs had grown large enough that the warm goo was starting to lap against his feet. Then Nyx took off her blouse.
The sight of her full, braless breasts dropping heavily after she pulled the garment over her head did it for the boy. His legs gave out, and he fell to all fours, hands now also covered in cum. He had no clue how big his puddle was at this point. He didn't even care anymore of course. There wasn't that much cum spurting from his cock at this point anyway. The lances had turned into a steady dribble. Shakily, he crawled over the puma on all fours, hazy look focused on one thing only.
"Puuussshy..." he slurred, fixated on that puffy cleft between her legs. "Nnnn-not dead yet!" He continued with a hint of pride in his stupefied voice. "Nnnot gonna k-kick it yet...Wanna eat your...pusshhy..." A boy with a mission, he continued his crawl towards the expectantly waiting puma.
The boy was an absolute trooper. Not only had he survived her snuffjob, the wolf just wouldn't stop SPLURTING all over her formerly immaculate tile floor. Now she was standing in a puddle of his creamy spunk, eyeing just how full his sack still remained. It dangled between his thighs and swung with each rope of cum he spewed from his angrily bobbing cock. He wasn't a one-pump-pup, he was a freaking cream-tanker breeding machine with those balls. If a snuffer like her hadn't come into his life, he'd probably have a dozen little hellions on his hands. Fortunately for Nyx, the boy was all hers to do with as she pleased this evening, her personal plaything, her snuffy wuffy woofy stud.
She couldn't help but crack a smile as the pleasure overloaded boy crept toward her, doing his absolute best to hang in there, motivated by her motherly muff. "Is this what you want?"
The puma femme fatale turned around and bent over, ass on display, seductively sliding down her panties. The garment was absolutely drenched, her kitty cream plastered over the inner fabric, clear sticky strands clininging from her mound to the material as she slid them over the bubbly excess of her butt. She tossed the ruined pair to the equally soaked floor. It landed with a soggy splat in the puddle of seed.
"Are you a hungry wolf? Gonna feast on my folds like a starving pup?" She slid a hand behind her and used two fingers to spread her soaked puffy mound, doing her best impression of one of the snuffstar femmes she'd seen in Kyle's dirty mag, flaunting her swollen lips. Nyx wanted to show off her equally hungry entrance to the drooling pup. She used her other hand to trace around her clenching vestibule, letting a strand of her arousal stick to her fingertip before it snapped and fell to join the puddle of fluids on the floor.
Being the experienced snuffer she was, Nyx knew Kyle didn't have much left in him. And it wasn't the boys fault, she was packing preemo puss, top-shelf milf material. "You only get one lick of these lips stud. A single taste, before my pussy's wrapped tight around your cock, milking out your last load you'll ever enjoy."
She got on all fours, letting her unbridled breasts hang from her chest as two matronly trophies for Kyle to eye up between her legs. Then the puma lowered her chest, raised her ass, and lifted her tail, showing Kyle all the milf had to offer.
Nyx felt her breath catch in anticipation, waiting for the hungry pup to take what she'd served up steaming hot for him to sample. And she wasn't let down. He was hanging on by a thread, but the stud slammed his broad tongue right past her quivering entrance, right up against that special spongy spot on her anterior wall.
"FrrrRRFUCK!" Nyx moaned out, her own vision blurring out for a moment before she took back control. Using all her willpower, and desire for that cock stuffed up her snuff snatch, she pulled off that invading tongue, and spun around. Nyx pushed Kyle off balance so he was on his back, his erect cock flagging itself perpendicular to the floor, sack even more swollen with seed than the last time she'd looked at it.
She straddled the blurry eyed boy, lining up her dripping snatch with his breeding spire. Breathing heavily, huffing with need, "Bedtime Kyle. Momma's tucking you in for good." She tenderly caressed his cheek with one cum soaked paw, then slammed herself down onto his bitch breaker.
Kyle whined when his tongue was pushed out of the warm, wet tunnel of the puma's cunt. He wanted more! The cat seemed to have other plans for him though as he fell backwards right into his own puddle of seed with a wet splorch! Despite their sheer difference in bulk, the wolf was powerless to stop her as he heavily splattered into the musky cream which quickly soaked into his fur. All the strength seemed to be draining from his limbs, as well as his brain.
And it was all going to his groin.
His cock was leaking like it had never before, not even during that one time where he tried to do a No-Nut-November. White, seed-rich strands were dribbling from his tip without break, promising an even greater bounty locked behind his next and final orgasm. With a body like his, a stud made to breed wouldn't go out without an appropriate bang. Already his balls were surging and churning with all the fresh cum they were producing - his body priming itself for its ultimate purpose. Shutting down non-essential things like his life to ensure the maximum amount of sperm possible. His churning sack was already a good bit larger than normal. If she just got up and left him out to dry he'd have a hell of a hard time trying to walk. Consciously, he didn't think about those things anymore of course. All he wanted was more of that sweet, lethal pleasure around his dick. And Nyx was all too happy to provide.
His eyes bugged out in shock, gasping as the feline vixen gracefully slammed her hips down on him. His back arched as her muff collided with his fully-engorged knot, and for a moment he thought that he'd die right there on the spot. Like through a miracle, he didn't though, if barely, and the female raised her hips again to repeat the process. With what little strength he had left, Kyle reached up with one paw, his vision blurry but clear enough he could make out the swell of her breast. As if reading his mind, she aided him in his powerless effort, grabbing his outstretched paw and placing it firmly on her chest. Gently, he squeezed the soft flesh of her curvy figure - not that he was able to do much else.
Every time she mashed her nether's against his knot without it gaining entrance, his hips bucked as a reflex. A seasoned snuffer-cat like her would have no issue getting it in though. His life was hanging by a thread at this point, his body twitching erratically and eyes half-lidded, head rolled to the side. He was in his death throes already, just waiting, begging for the finishing blow. And Nyx would oblige.
Relaxing her nether regions, she slammed down one last time. Knot barreling past her lips. Tip ramming into her womb.
Kyle gasped, his body gave one last surge, cum exploded from his cock - then he fell back, broad chest still and eyes glazed over, unseeing.
That didn't mean the dead wolf was done for though. Deep rooted breeding instincts, triggered by his deadly orgasm caused his hips to jump, and pump as his corpse did its darndest to reward his killer with seed. Three spurts and she already looked like she had a baby-bump. Seven, and she looked at the end of her term. A dozen, and the seal of his knot began to fail, creamy deluge spilling from their entwined groins. And there was no end in sight.
Despite being lifeless, that didn't mean the stud didn't have life to still give! The snuffer femme continued to ride and grind against Kyle's throbbing cock, wanting every drop his swollen sack had to offer. She looked into his blank expression as she did, remembering how just moments ago his face had been twisting and contorting with so much pleasure he simply couldn't survive it. And here he was now, just a happily humping snuff-puppy, trying his bestest to fill up his final bitch with a parting litter. And with that thought, the puma's eyes rolled back into her head as her pussy exploded around his cock. Nyx's entire tunnel rapidly fluttering and gripping the spewing shaft within her depths, while she soaked his crotch and sheath with her own feminine fluids.
Nyx did her damndest to try to keep every last drop of seed from escaping her completely cum plastered pussy. She clenched down, milking the dead wolf's knot, lips locked around that engorged bulb. God, ever since becoming a mom she'd lost her abs from her first pregnancy, but now especially there was no hope for a trim figure after how much ball batter the wolf was knocking her up with. Gasping, she felt the increasing pressure at her entrance, seed building up with nowhere else to go. Even a seasoned snuffer like her had limits. With a huffy moan, the seal around his cock broke and cum came flooding forth.
The puma arched forward, exhausted, hands landing on the broad wolf's chest to keep her supported while thick creamy splooge continued to spill from her well worked pussy. Finally able to take a breather, she savored exactly what she'd just fucked dead.
God. Gently squeezing the boy's rock solid body nearly set Nyx off again as she idly rubbed her tender folds along the stud's still rock hard shaft. Kyle had taken good care of himself. He was muscular, but not like one of those bodybuilders that took things too far. No, he was the perfect ratio of gym time and prime studly genetics. He was lean but built, his limp body still a testament to his handsomeness. Nyx let her hands slide down his pecks along the rolling ridges of his abs. She smiled to herself as her fingers sunk into the combined cummy production between the two of them, completely matting the fur between their groins and even spilled across his cum-gutter abs.
In hindsight, she did gripe she'd offed him a bit too quick in her wild need to get off. He was just starting to molest her ample milky mounds with those big wolfy mits when he'd kicked it. Those strong muscled arms perfect for grabbing handfuls of her titflesh and setting her off while he thrust up into her. Nyx grabbed a handful of her own breast and squeezed, remembering just moments ago Kyle holding on for dear life as his final orgasm ripped through him and shattered his hold on this world.
That did the trick, accompanied by another eager hump from the body beneath her. Another spasm rolled up Nyx's spine as she arched her back in pleasure, riding out one more wonderful orgasm the dead stud had pumped and stimulated her snuffer-slit into having.
This time Nyx didn't try to keep herself up. Completely drained, she fell forward in a heap onto Kyle's splayed out body. Her plush pillows cushioning the fall against his chiseled form. Taking deep breaths, Nyx surfaced from the sea of euphoric pleasure she'd just swam in. The puma mother curled up against Kyle, cuddling with her big strong wolf stud. It didn't matter they were both covered in their own orgasmic juices, or that he was now just a still heap on the floor. She'd clean up the mess later, and probably bring him up to her bedroom for even more night time cuddles as her personal snuff-pillow. But for now, It just felt good to have someone special to hold onto and savor this moment with.
*Ding ding!* Oh! She had completely forgotten about the cookies she'd baked for the boys. Oh my... she thought to herself coyly, running her paw through Kyle's chest fur. What was Steve going to think when he found out about all this? Well, some of Mom's fresh baked oven warmed cookies would help! And she wouldn't be surprised if her own son wanted some time with Kyle as well.
"Steve honey! Mom needs some help in the kitchen." The motherly vixen smiled to herself, eagerly anticipating the chance to witness the surprised look on her son's face. Mom sprawled out over his friend's body, drenched in a pile of juices. Family fun night came early this week~