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Moonstruck Mother Memoir - Mesmerizing Maid Mission

There's something rather fetching about a maid's uniform, wouldn't you agree? The garment itself, with its billowing skirt and bodice. The way the midsection tightens around one's torso, helping to flaunt their figure. The apron, with its pure white color and frilly edges. And the bonnet, resting upon one's head and covering their hair.

But...

Look, we're no fools; we know why maids are really so in vogue! It comes down to the finer details, ya'know? The more _audible_ones! For when a maid says--

"Hello, Master!"

Don't you just feel that jolt of power?

"That's what I have to say all the time, Connor. 'Hello, Master. Good morning, Master. What will you like to drink with that, Master?' Etcetera, etcetera!"

"Well... shouldn't be too big a problem for you, should it?"

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?"

Maid Cafes. They're popular in Japan, aren't they? Women dressed up as maids, walking around to serve some tired, overworked and lonely Japanese businessman. For some reason - despite the money such an idea could easily print - it hasn't really caught on outside of its home country, has it?

Well... that's what a man named Satoshi Tadashi thought when he had the brilliant idea to bring his maid cafe brand to the states. And, no, it hasn't caught on like wildfire... yet. It seems to be more of a growing taste, with his cafe only becoming popular in overworked city areas like Document City and Willington. And boy, was it popular in Willington.

'Victorian Cafe'. When you hear that name, what some may think is creepy and strange, instead becomes the boon to many overworked men and even women who live within the city of Fallen Angels. There's just something about the ringing of the opening bell, the smell of coffee beans churning in the air, and that lovely cry of 'Good morning, Master!', that makes for one damn fine way to start the day!

Uh... not that Connor would know anything about that...

Ah, yes, Connor Hail: the hardworking 24-year-old who toils in a cubicle, day in and day out at Gold Star Inc.'s northern branch. Black hair, black fur, pointed snout, sharp ears and deep brown eyes; he was the kind of man - the kind of wolf - who appeared a bit at odds with his position in life. When you look at the stout young man in the distance, you'd probably think he was some basketball player due to his physique, and not a programmer of various software - and even some hardware - through the world. In return, he'd just shrug his shoulders with that indifferent gaze of his.

He was cool like that.

About four or five weeks ago, his mother - Misty Hail - appeared on the doorstep of his apartment with nowhere to go. And being the loving son he was, he took her in without a second though. For multiple weeks there in, all she did was laze about on his couch whilst occasionally getting drunk. That changed when she told him she had a mysterious date, one she changed herself and went out on... only to come back hours later in a state of dishevelment.

To this day, Connor wasn't sure what actually went on during the date, though he had his suspicions. In the end, it didn't matter, for when Misty returned, let's just say that he and his mother bonded in a particular way many would call 'taboo'. And... quite frankly? Life was better for it.

But who is Misty Hail? Well... Misty Hail was right in front him. But instead of lounging on his couch in one of his_jackets whilst drinking one of _his beers (of which she loved saying how crap they were despite still drinking them... but that's besides the point), she stood in front of a full body mirror... wearing a maid uniform like she'd stepped just out of the Victorian age. Only instead of it being black and white, it was green and white.

She just had to get her favorite color, didn't she?

Misty Hail was a vivacious and vibrant vixen... and was also 39-years-old, and the mother to a certain wolf. Of course, if you saw her on the street, you wouldn't notice the last two details. She was curvy in all the right places: rounded and wide hips, rotund and shapely buttocks, and a busty, presumptuous chest. Her personality was as bright to match, always smiling or grinning, always winking and posing, always with those red glasses shimmering upon her face, and always with her hair done up into a ponytail, or pigtails, or twintails, or whatever hairstyle with 'tail' in the title that she decided to go with. Not only that, but her black hair typically had green highlights running through it like streamers.

Or... well... normally.

Normally she was smiling. Normally she was vibrant and vivacious. Normally her hair was done up into those 'tails' she loved so much. But today, she was frowning. Today her expression was pensive and serious. Today her long, black hair was falling straight upon her back. About the only thing that remained would be the green highlights in her hair and the glasses on her face. But after that, nothing.

And why? Because of the green and white maid uniform she was currently wearing. The one that hugged tightly around her waist, making her pronounced chest appear even more pronounced, the billowing skirt that fluttered with her every step, the frilly apron which also wavered about, and the bonnet on her head which contained some of her hair. While she was a woman who loved dressing up in all sorts of costumes and outfits - some formal and professional, others skanky and lewd - this felt a bit... constricting_ironically enough. Its one thing to _want to dress like a maid for some naughty fun, it's something else to dress up like one for a job.

Just takes out all the fun, don't you think?

"I... I just don't know, Connor darling," Misty said as she turned away from her mirror to look at her son, "Aren't you... like... you know... uncomfortable with this?" she began prodding her fingers together like an embarrassed toddler, "I'm going to be working for other men who come in and out of the store. I'll have to call them 'Master' and the like! And serve them!"

"Once again... that shouldn't be too much of a problem for you," Connor replied laxly with a dismissive flick of his hand, "Serving men is something you've always been good at."

"Tch! How could you say such heinous things about your mother!" Misty shouted as she wagged her finger in his face sharply, "After all the things I've done for you, you'd turn around and be cruel to me? Besides..." she stopped and looked away, "You're the only person I serve these days like that..."

"Hmmm..." he opened his mouth to speak, only to blush and look away, "You didn't need to bring that up again..."

"Kufu~! You weren't saying that last night, darling!" the vixen replied, further causing him to groan and look away, "Kufufufufufufu! You're so cute, Connor!"

"Still!" he said, trying to dismiss the statement, "All that matters here is that you have a job. A friend of mine's girlfriend worked at Victorian Cafe, and she said working there was great."

"Tell me, is that friend of yours and his girlfriend still dating?" Misty asked, to which Connor replied with,

"That's besides the point."

Much to her amusement.

"Look, Mom, it'll be okay. Just... work nine to five, and then instead of asking me to buy you all those clothes, you can buy them for yourself! Especially since I have my hands full with this apartment..."

"Kufufufu... of course you do, Connor," Misty said as she walked over towards her son, her hands resting on his chest, "You're always working hard, toiling for hours in your cubicle to help support your dearest Mommy! Kufu..." she leaned in closer, "I don't think I could ever thank you enough for it."

"Mom, I--"

"Shhhhhh... well... I can thank you, in my own special way. If you don't mind."

"What? Mom, uh... w-we shouldn't ruin your new uniform," Connor said, though the rousing in his pants seemed to say otherwise. Even Misty noticed this, her body moving in closer so she could lay her pelvis flush against his crotch, feeling the forming lump.

"Kufufufu! You say that when you're getting as aroused as you are now?" she commented, "Besides, with me in this uniform, doesn't it bring to mind certain naughty things? Kufu, and isn't that the point of these maid cafes? To incite the lonely male visitors with dreams they have, but can never obtain?"

"Uhh... well... m-maybe... I suppose..."

"Kufu... and my lovely, professional, darling son, would _never_partake in something so scandalous and pathetic... right?" Misty asked, to which he nodded.

"N-no... not me... haah... I never found the idea... a-appealing..."

"Kufu... exactly, you never found the idea appealing... until now, that is."

Leaning up, Misty tipped Connor's head to the left, just so her lips could hover near his ear. Then she breathed into it, sending a shiver down her son's spine as blood began pumping through his veins.

"Should I practice on you, darling?" Misty whispered into his er, "In fact... yes, I should practice on you. I will_practice on you. Kufu... so... _Master... what do you order of me?"

When Misty looked up at him with those stunning green eyes of his, Connor felt put on the spot. She called him 'Master', but it was clear his mother was goading him into do something... _scandalous._And as his brown eyes peered down her body, watching her hips shake left to right, he found his eyes locking upon her breasts in particular.

Misty's chest filled out the bodice of the uniform wonderfully, drawing his hands up to grip the straps of her apron. Gently pulling them down, Connor coaxed a cute giggle from his mother's lips, as the garment came all the down her shoulders and arms, revealing the fact that... the bodice of her uniform was generous in another way.

Not only did her uniform flaunt how pronounced Misty's bosom was, the bodice was cut open, with a white ring to expose the cleavage of her breasts. So full and round, taunting him, teasing him, coaxing him forward more and more.

"Maaaasssterrrrrrrr~~~" Misty whispered, her voice droning on like a specter in the wind, "Come to me, Master. Let your maid help you unwind!"

"Mom..."

The vivacious smile, the alluring green eyes, the beguiling personality; not many people could say 'no' to Misty. And one of those people happened to be her own son. So...

"Mmmfff..."

"Mmmm!"

Connor's lips crashed into her own, their eyes closing shut as passion, lust, and arousal took control over the both of them. Moaning against one another, their tongues danced and swirled around one another, causing pesky inhibitions to subside as the duo grew more intense with their fervent liplock.

Misty hugged her son close, arms wrapping around his shoulder to pull him in, deepening the kiss they shared as the voracious wolf sought to claim his mother. As he had done the night before, the night before that, the night before that... and surely tonight, and the the next night, and well on into the future.

Rubbing against him, Misty could feel her son's crotch, straining against the jeans he wore. Every touch of his cock against her pelvis coaxed a groan from her lips, with the vixen even humping back against her son. Goodness, it had her body heating up!

"Oh, Master~~!" Misty cried out, "Oooh... you're penis is so hard, Master! Nmmnnmm... I should... a good maid should help her Master when he's feeling stuffy, right? What maid would I be if I didn't?"

"Mom, I--"

"No! No 'Mom'! Call me 'Misty', remember?" she replied as her hand stroked along his cheek and neck, "I am your humble and obedient maid, Master! Kufu!"

With a wink, she guided Connor back to sit down upon his chair, gazing down where his eyes peered down her body, particularly towards her cleavage which stared back at him. Placing her hands upon her son's thighs, Misty smiled at him with that vibrant smirk of hers, indulging in the aroused expression that took his face. It always made her feel beautiful whenever he got lost in pleasure due to her skillful hands.

Gripping the zipper of his pants, the grinning vixen stared him deep into his brown eyes, wanting to see his face as she pulled the zipper down and down and down until--

Fwip!

"Kufu~! Ooooh! Maaassterrrrr~~~!"

Looking down, Connor saw that Misty's face was separated by his own, thick, long, red, lupine cock. It stood tall between them, twitching and throbbing and pulsating with need and life. Misty grinned, her eyes looking lustfully towards his length, while her head drifted closer and closer and closer until--

"Mmff... chu..."

What does it say of a woman who recognizes the taste and feeling of her son's penis? Probably not good things... but Misty had long since overcome such thoughts about herself. She loved Connor and he loved her, and they both loved doing this with one another so... what's the harm?

Exactly. None.

Up and down, Misty's lips peppered Connor's cock with soft, sweet kisses, triggering grunts and groans from his lips. Gripping the arm rests of his chair, the wolf leaned back as his mouth split open, letting loose louder moans from his lips. Every sound made Misty smile wider and wider, her tongue slithering out to start stroking upon his cock soon after. Softly dragging upon his length, she teased her tongue along his veins, his creases, his everything. Every sensitive touch of her tongue could be felt on a finite level, making him grunt, then groan, then moan... and then bring his hand over.

Pat...

"Oh... kufu... Masstterrrr~"

Opening her mouth, Misty looked up towards Connor's face as he guided her down towards the head of his dick. He always took lead point in these things; did her son have some need for control in his life? Whatever the case may be, the vixen's mouth was spread out around her son's penis, feeling it travel through her lips, graze along her teeth, and glide along her tongue. But Connor kept pulling her down, not stopping until her lips pressed up against his bulbous knot.

"Mmmm... mmmm... nmmm..."

Misty's muffled moans filled the room around them as she sucked upon her son's length. Swiveling and swirling, her tongue danced along the tip and sides of his cock, while her spit oozed and covered his dick whole. He was so salty and sweaty, a flavor his length was soaked in, and one that had Misty swooning. And with her son's hand resting on her head, she was forced to sit there, with only her hands on his thighs to brace herself.

Then he pulled down...

"Nmmmphh!"

Then he pulled up...

"Mmmph~~!"

Then he pulled down...

"Nrrrmphhmh!"

Then he pulled up...

"Mmmfffphh!"

As Misty grew looser, her throat opened up, and as her throat opened up, he began traveling in and out of her mouth with greater speed and power than before.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Updownupdownupdown!

"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmmm!"

Eyes closed, some tears swelled from the creases of Misty's eyes as she brought upon her son's dick. The flavor kept exploding within her mouth, assaulting her taste buds with his relentless taste. Every time she was pulled on his cock, the vixen felt her world gradually being pushed away. Ebbing and flowing, the city, the apartment, the room around them, all began to fade into nothing. All Misty could focus on was Connor's dick; its taste, its girth, its length, its smell, its feel, its everything!

Connor shared this feeling of focusing on nothing but the oral he was receiving.

Misty's mouth clung close to his dick everything time he pulled her down, where she sucked just as hard, drawing on his cock like a straw to a milkshake. Every pump of her soft lips, every squeeze of her wet mouth, and every clinch of her tight throat, had the wolf rising to higher levels of pleasure. His other hand even gripped in upon his chairs arm rest, causing his nails to scratch soft lines into its surface. Before he knew it amid his mother's blowjob, he pressed in harder, shot up with his hips, and--

"Guh!"

"HMMMMMMMPHHHHH!?!?"

Misty's eyes screwed shut as her mouth was suddenly blasted with the intense heat, musk and taste of a wolf's thick cum. It came roaring straight out of Connor's balls, flooding his mother's mouth with so much semen, it broke between the creases of her lips. But the vixen hung close, letting him coat and cover every inch of her maw with thick cum. Her teeth, her tongue, her gums; all of it was swimming in this white sea of seed.

It was so... so weighty. And it was so... so hot! And it was so... damn... spicy! This salty, bitter taste mixed together as well, making Misty moan around his length as her throat gurgled his spunk. Fuck, she hated bitter things, right? So why did his cum taste so damn good!?

Guess her son was a healthy young man... good to know... ah...

Drawing back slowly, Misty pulled her lips off of Connor's cock, allowing it to flop to the side while she raised up. Her finger slid to stop the semen which came oozing down her chin, where she brought it back up to her mouth. He expected to hear her swallow it, but instead his mother looked him in the eye, her mouth opening wide to--

"Aaaaaaawwwww!"

Flaunt his spunk as it swam around her mouth like a sauna. Fuck, the lewd sight was so damn erotic! Misty even hung on it, allowing him to see every moment of it, before she finally closed her mouth in over his semen, where she finally swallowed it all down.

"Gulp... gllp! Gulp! Mmmffff! Hoooh... M-Master... oh... you're so... you were so thick! Haaah..." looking up at him, she smiled as her eyes glowed, "I'm so happy to know that I could make you feel better. Ooohhoooh...!"

"Mom... I... haaah..." Press! "Huh?"

"No! No no no! No!" Misty shouted, her finger pressed up to his lips in order to silence him, "I am not 'Mom' or 'Mommy'! I'm 'Misty' your... your... hmm... oh! Ah-ha!" she tossed her hand through her hair, "I'm Misty, your Mesmerizing Maid! Now then, Masssteerr!!!"

Standing up, Misty turned around, facing the coffee table in the center of their living room. Walking up towards it, she placed her hands upon the gown of her uniform, pulling it up and up and up to finally reveal her buttocks. So shapely - like a peach - and so plump, like the world's most perfect pillow. Her frilly panties helped cover it like a naughty curtain, while the garter straps of her uniform's lingerie helped to further frame her butt like an elegant photo. And, yes, her maid uniform came with garter straps; what good maid wouldn't have such a thing?

Her skirt raised and her tail likewise, Misty kept her buttocks exposed for her son's viewing pleasure, her hips sensually and slowly swaying left and right. Gazing at her peachy posterior with his mouth agape, a sliver of drool started hanging from Connor's lips with barely restrained hunger. His mother's ass... of all the butts he's seen in his life, hers was easily the most perfect. But even her beautiful buttocks couldn't rouse his softening penis.

"Masterrrrr... please, come and deposit your lust inside of me. Breed my bitch-hole..."

Schling!

Yup! That would do it!

Launching up like a statue, Connor marched over to his mother, raised his hand, and--

Push!

"Aaahhaaah!"

Falling over upon the coffee table, Misty laid upon her chest with her ass raised up high. Her skirt falling upon her back, Connor could view his mother's plump posterior with unflinching eyes. The roundness, the shape, the jiggle; everything about her ass was flawless! Biting into his bottom lip, he just wanted to fuck her body for hours.

Breed her bitch-hole indeed...

Placing his hands upon his mother's ass, Connor began groping her with his strong fingers. They sank into her flesh and fur, coaxing moans from her lips, and even yips when his nails plucked at her buttocks. Shaking her ass more, the vixen worked more of her buttocks into his groping palms, wanting to feel every inch of her son's grasp upon her lewd body. His grip, his touch; everything Connor did oozed with lust and need for her form, and Misty indulged in it.

"Daar... mmph... m-maaasterrrr...!" she groaned.

Drawing over his finger, he poked upon her panties, right where her pink, plump pussy was. It was already so moist, he could see the outline of her womanhood through her silky garment. The touch of his digit against her made Misty croon and her back arch, while a howling moan left her lips. But Connor didn't stop, and instead began pushing more of his finger in against her pussy, causing her juices to continue smearing and marring her panties. After a few moments of this, he finally gripped her panties' band, pulling it down her shapeless ass and thick thighs to finally reveal her pussy.

So nice.

So pink.

So tight.

So wet.

Sniifff...

So aromatic.

And...

So tasty!

"Slick! Slurrrk... mmmph... slurrrp..."

"Haaaahhaaaah~~! Coonn... mmmph! Masterrrr~!"

Up and down, Connor began drawing his tongue upon Misty's folds, licking down her nectar. Every stroke of his broad muscle produced more of his mother's honey, allowing it to come sliding and oozing down into his mouth. As more moans were forced from her lips, the vixen gripped tighter upon the table below, her nails even scratching softly into it. All the while, she continued shaking and wiggling her hips, experiencing more of her son's own oral. His hands did not sit idle either, for they began stroking and groping upon Misty's buttocks and thighs to a sensual pace.

Mmm...

Mmmmm...

Mmmmmmmmmmmm...!

Pushing deeper into Misty's tight cunt, Connor widened out her walls so that his tongue could press her buttons. By now, he had gotten used to his mother's weakspots; toying with them and making her buck, but not outright abusing them. Still, the amount of honey she gave him could drown a normal man, and yet the wolf didn't stop; he kept sucking, harder, more, trying to clean her pussy completely! He only stopped to pull back and breath.

And he did so...

For several seconds...

Before going back in...

"Mmmffphh! Haaaah! Maasterrrr!!!" Misty cried as her son continued eating her out.

Covering her mouth, she tried to either stifle moans, or cover the smile of unbridled joy and ecstasy that stole her face. Goodness, her son was such an expert in the art of eating her out, making Misty's head tip back as she closed her eyes, seeing and feeling nothing but pleasure.

But...

"Mmmfuaaah! Haaah!"

Connor pulled back.

He wasn't going to eat her to completion, and neither did she want to be. Her son's eyes as he sizing her up, Misty continued shaking and wagging her hips sensually in his face. Connor bit into his bottom lip, one hand reaching to grip his cock, while the other continued holding his mother in place. And the lustful vixen kept wagging her hips left and right, waiting, taunting, teasing, all the way up until--

SWHAP!

"AAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN!!!"

SQUIRRRRT!!!

She was expecting Connor to take her slowly. You know, ease his dick into her body with that slow, penetrating slide. Instead!

Instead...

Instead, Connor slammed his cock into her, forcing his thick meat all the way up to her core! Only his knot didn't slip inside, but that didn't matter. The moment she felt his dick ram into her cunt, barging and forcing her walls open, Misty began cumming with the force of a rushing river! It squirted and splattered upon her son's cock, matting down his thighs, dick and balls, before trickling down to the floor below. All the while, the vixen screamed and moaned into her hand, her body shuddering like it was equally shocked by lightening, yet drenched in chilling rain.

Eyes closed shut, Misty held her son deep into her pussy, feeling its width spread open her pink pussy. The sex they've had has molded her cunt out to the shape of his cock, she was sure of it now! That's why she came so fast and so hard! Every one of her spots were teased all at once, by just one, solid, powerful, meaty, thrust!

And now she slowly recoiled from her penetration, her green eyes opening as she panted, staring across the table towards the full body mirror in front of her. She saw her own face staring back; her panting mouth, her hazy green eyes, her bountiful cleavage, all as her ass was raised up, attached to her son's hips.

But he wasn't finished yet.

Reaching forward, Connor gripped Misty's bonnet and tore it from her head, allowing her hair to fall free. It covered her face, but then her son grabbed her hair as well, forcing it away so that her forehead was exposed. Her eyes wide with shock, the vixen couldn't believe he was being so forceful with her, but when she opened her mouth speak, all that came out was--

"Master!?" THWAP! "AAAHHAAAAHHH!"

One hand gripping her waist and the other hand gripping her hair, Connor began rocking his hips back and forth to rut her deeper and deeper. His cock was like a meaty piston, slamming into her cunt again and again and again with enough force that her ass bounced and quivered against his waist. Such a strong young man, and now every bit of those fibrous muscles were being used to fuck her into a state of shear bliss.

And fuck her he did.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

"HAAAHHAAHH! HAAAAHH ~~~! HAAAHHHANANN~~~! AAAAHHHHNN~~!!! HA~! HA~! AAAAAHHHNNN!!!"

Every wicked thrust of his mighty cock had Misty's ass clapping, and her body jerking up. She tried to breath, tried to think, but each time her son slammed into her, she found her breathing hitching, and her thoughts turn to mush.

He was fucking her so hard!

"Master! Aaah! Massterr!" and the more he fucked her, "Masshaaah! Maasshaaaaah! Haaaahhhnn!!! AAAHHHNNN!!! MAASSHAAAH!!!" the looser Misty's grip on speaking became, "MASHTAH! MASHTAH! MASHTAH! MAASSHTAAAH!!!"

But like a good maid, she never stopped calling him--

"MAAASSHTTAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Rippling waves were sent through her juicy ass, as her entire body bounced upon Connor's cock. She could feel it growing tighter within her, expanding and growing as that knot bounding against her folds. Just a little more, just a little more! She wanted it, craved it,needed it, and her son would give it to her! The sounds, the lewd noises, the vicious and relentless--

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

Only grew louder and louder and louder and louder and louder and louder and louder and LOUDER!!!

UNTIL!!!

"GUH!"

PLAP!

"AAAHHAAAAHHH~~~!"

Connor's knot slipped into her folds, forcing apart her vaginal walls as he sank deep inside of her. And as if his body was working like a machine, the moment he felt her cunt clinch in around him, the wolf's knot expanded, not only forcing more of her walls apart, but also to keep the two tied together. Bound and knotted, there was nothing Misty could do except sit there and wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Wait... wait... wait...

Wa--

"AAAHHAAAAHHHNNNN~~~!"

Her eyes swelled as a bursting rush of lupine seed came flooding into her tight twat. Tongue hanging out and eyes growing wide, Misty accepted every bit of her son's spunk as he climaxed full-force inside of her pussy. Pink walls were plastered white, and it was so much, so thick, so voluminous, that it seemed as if his knot even struggled to contain it all. Some cum came simmering through the edges of his dick, streaking down his cock, and oozing along Misty's thighs. All the while she took it, she took all of it, took it down to the point that not even her second orgasm could wash it away.

Her climax wasn't as strong as it was before, but no less was it blissful, bringing Misty to the heights of pleasure in a way that only Connor could. And once it began dying back down, the vixen started grinning... with drool oozing from her lips in barely restrained desire.

"Haaaahh... haaahh... Misttyy..." her son moaned, making her ears twitch.

"Kuffuaahha... I'm ahlwaysh... ready to be aht... your shervish... mashtaah... aaahhh~~"

...

Ring-A-Ding!

"Good afternoon, Master! Huh? Oh! Its you, Master Connor!"

Victorian Cafe had this certain flair to it. What would he call it? Elegance? Yeah, he'd say it was rather elegant. Professional. Regal. Heh... Victorian. Yeah, is that much of a surprise?

The walls were brown with arches, skinny support beams stood here and there, the tables too were brown, and white table sheets covering them. Even though it was a cafe nestled on the corner of Hampton Street and George Avenue, it carried with it this majestic air that could not be beaten. No doubt helped by all the lovely young women walking around in maid uniforms, saying 'Master' all the time.

He could understand now why people come here.

It had been several weeks since Misty began working at Victorian Cafe. Every day of the week, but she had the weekends off, thankfully. It meant that her schedule lined up with her son's own schedule. How she pulled that off, Connor would never know, though he figured his mother's vibrant personality came to play in those regards.

"Hey, Heather," said Connor with that coolness as the blonde dog before him gave a gigging--

"Tee-hee! Let me guess, came to check up on Misty?" she asked, to which he nodded.

"That and... well..." he looked at the watch around his wrist, "I have the time off for break sooo... let me get one of those ham and turkey sandwiches."

"Tee-hee! Of course, Master Connor! Right this way!"

He nodded, walking past the smiling blonde as he walked towards a booth in the distance. By now, not only was his face recognized by the various serving maids, they also recognized what could be described as his special little spot. A booth at the back, with a potted plant hovering near the window.

Sitting down as the sunlight peered through the soft, white curtains, Connor gazed towards the street outdoors, watching as cars drove by and people walked casually. A soft hum left his lips as he momentarily thought about the changes in his life, and how good things were going. And then--

Plap...

"Kufufufu! Good afternoon, Master!"

Chuckling, Connor looked across the table, dropping his eyes upon the vibrant vixen with the green uniform and red glasses... and the cup of hot coffee she had with her. Three creams, three sugars as well; just how he likes it.

"You know I don't need you to keep checking up on me, Connor," Misty remarked, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well... can you really blame me? This is the first job you've had in... like... ever, now that I think about it!"

"Oh, Connor!" she said dismissively, garnering more chuckles from her son.

To the others around, the relationship between Connor and Misty was a mystery. Some of her co-workers thought that they were dating, considering the vixen's youthful age and how much she calls him 'darling'. Others even thought they were siblings, due to their similar looks and black fur. But of course, a rare few knew that she was his mother. Besides, it's not like the vixen was trying to hide this fact!

"Well then, Connor darling... oof... sorry... Connor, Master, I'll have your lunch ready in a couple of moments. Let me just..." she stood up, "Go and collect it!"

"What? No kiss?"

"Kufu! No, Connor, no kiss! I have to keep up the act!" Misty replied, "If I kiss one Master, then I'll have to kiss all of my Masters! Now then..."

Ring-A-Ding!

"Hello, Master!"

Yes, it is required for the greeting 'maid' to always say 'Hello, Master!' when someone enters into the store. It is a... surprisingly effective tactic, all things considered! But who is that entered inside right now? Well...

He was a young man; younger than Connor in fact! He must have been a college student going by his age. He was also a human with soft black hair, this kind disposition, and this nice smile. Connor... _didn't_really like him. Why? Well...

"Ah! Misty!" said the young man as he approached the vixen, who stood up in order to greet him.

"Good afternoon to you too, Master Devon!" Misty replied as she shot the young man a wink, "Tell me, do you want your ordinary order?"

"Of course! Yes!" he said, causing Connor to leer at him sharply.

He was always coming here around the same time, acting all familiar and cute, and only with Misty. Look, the wolf was no fool; this guy was trying to flirt with his mother! Such a young man too; weren't there some stupid college girls he should be going after instead of thirty-year-old foxes!? Misty was old enough to be his mother!

But uh... Connor wasn't sure if these defensive thoughts were rising because of his need to protect Misty as a mother... or as a lover. And Misty herself?

She took a step towards the kitchen in the back as Devon took his seat, ready to be served. He was completely unaware of the death glares he was getting from Connor, but Misty herself could _feel_them. And when she did, she looked over towards her son, first with a curious expression...

But then with a knowing grin.

Connor - seeing his mother's teasing face - blushed and looked aside in a moment of embarrassment.

She knew he was getting jealous.