Mother Knows Kinkiest
Mother Knows Kinkiest
by Havoc
"When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he makes her young again."
-Leon Blum
Sharon watched her son from across the table, one hand under her chin, propping her head up with her elbow, as he ate his dinner. From his face, it was obvious that he wasn't in a very good mood. That was part of the reason that she had taken him out to eat. He might not have known that she knew why he was down, but mothers always know. And in any case, Joey had never been very good at keeping his emotions hidden.
Even so, the female wolf had never had an easy time raising him. Part of it was that not many people expected a kangaroo to have a wolf for a mother. Even though Joey was only half kangaroo, he had inherited most of his looks from his father, who had left Sharon when Joey was still in elementary school. Now that he was almost out of high school, things were a bit easier, but only because Sharon was much more experienced as a parent. Still, taking care of a seventeen-year-old who was soon to be eighteen had its perks. Sharon was still young, only thirty-eight, so having a maturing son around was good for conversation. And being that it was always just Joey and Sharon at home, they had become quite good at making conversation.
Tonight, though, Sharon had brought Joey out to a nice restaurant to try to cheer him up. Joey's boyfriend had broken up with him earlier in the week, and the sandy-furred teenager had been moping about ever since. Sharon had known for some years that her son was bisexual, but he had only made the knowledge public four months ago when he'd brought Sam, a kangaroo a few years younger than himself, home to meet her. The wolf had made her peace with her son's lifestyle long before that, so she had been happy that he's found someone. Now, though, she was disappointed to see that the relationship hadn't lasted long, and was worried about her son's slow slip into depression. So when Joey had gotten home from school that day, she'd gone and knocked on the door of his bedroom and told him to dress up nice to go out to eat. Reluctantly, her son had gotten into a suit and joined his mother, who was currently wearing a rather elegant black evening gown that showed off a bit of her body.
Sharon had noticed that her son had been a little uncomfortable at first with seeing his mother, still attractive even at almost forty, wearing such a revealing dress. The black almost blended in with her dark gray fur, and the dress was tight enough to hug her curves very closely. Joey had been consciously avoiding looking at her, but she did notice him giving her the classic up-down a few times. Sharon was gratified to see that. Her dress and the fancy dinner were all part of her plan, a plan to jolt her son out of his depressed state, and she felt that she had more than the proper assets and technique with which to do it. She smiled, watching her son make his way through his dinner, wondering if he had any idea what was in store for him.
"What are you smiling about?" Joey asked, looking up at his mother and noticing her expression.
"Oh, nothing, dear," Sharon replied, picking up her wine glass and taking a sip. "Just wondering if you're enjoying yourself."
Joey sighed. "Dinner is great, Mom, but I can't really enjoy myself too much right now, you know..."
"Oh, Joey," Sharon said, setting her glass down. "There's no reason for you to be so depressed. Think of all this as a new start, a place to reset. You don't want to spend your life with someone who doesn't want to be with you." Underneath the table, hidden by the white floor-length tablecloth, the she-wolf was slipping off her right shoe. She flexed her toes, pushing the shoe to the side slightly, and then began to raise her leg. All the while, she made no change in her expression.
"I know that but Sam was-...!" Joey nearly dropped his fork, his eyes widening in shock as he felt something touch his knee and begin to slide up his leg.
Sharon's face was all confusion. "Hm? Is something wrong, dear?"
"No, I...I, uh...," Joey fumbled, trying to get his words together. Whatever was touching his leg was getting closer and closer to his crotch, traveling at a slow pace. He wanted to quickly back his chair out and stand up to get a look at what was going on, but the tables in the restaurant were close enough together that he would bump the person at the table behind him, and he didn't want to make a scene. "I just...uh...got a lot on my mind, y'know."
Sharon gave him an understanding smile, her heart starting to beat faster. What she was doing was so deliciously wrong, but she couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd wanted to. She almost hoped that someone in the restaurant might notice; getting caught would be such a turn-on, and with her own son, besides. The she-wolf continued skimming her foot along her kangaroo son's thigh until she reached his groin, and she pressed her foot lightly into it.
Joey's tail stiffened, along with a slight stiffening of a certain other appendage. He had no idea what his mother was planning, but he did know one thing for certain. She had picked the most awkward place imaginable to do it. His fingers tightened on his fork as what he was now positive was his mother's foot started to rub in a tight circle over his clothed member. Joey gave her a look that was pleading, imploring her without words to stop what she was doing. He would have been lying if he'd said that it wasn't feeling good, but she was his mother and she was the very last person that he'd want doing it!
"So, Joey, let's talk about something else," Sharon said, picking up her wine glass again. She took a sip, tasting the wonderful flavor of the expensive Cabernet, while underneath the table she deftly flicked open the button on her son's pants with one claw. "How is school going?"
"School...ah...is going fine, I guess," Joey said. He swallowed and blushed as his penis, unbidden, started to swell and become erect. "Math is..uh...you know, still pretty hard..."
"Harder than usual?" Sharon asked, grinning slightly. A waiter walked up to the table, pushing a cart laden with scrumptious-looking desserts. Sharon made a show of perusing the selection, feeling like something with a lot of chocolate in it. She grasped Joey's zipper in between two toes and slid it down. The tablecloth muffled the rasping sound of the zipper, but not the startled gasp that Joey gave.
"No, ah, no," Joey replied, stabbing his fork down and missing his food completely, almost embedding the utensil into the table. The waiter gave him a quizzical look, but the teenager didn't notice. "It's not giving me any TROUble!" His voice gave a jump as his mother's toes darted inside the opening in his pants and touched his cock directly. He felt a sharp jolt of pleasure as her furred toes teased him out of his pants, freeing him into the relatively open air under the table. Joey was grateful for the cloaking of the tablecloth, but his thoughts were even more confused than before, and he lowered his voice. "Mom, what...uh...what are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" his mother repeated with well-acted perplexity. She pointed to the piece of chocolate cheesecake that the waiter had left in front of her. "Just having a bit of dessert. Is something wrong with that?" Sharon released her son's cock, repositioning her foot so that the pad was up against his shaft, and she pressed forward. She saw Joey draw himself up in his chair slightly, his jaw clenching, as she ground him against his lower belly and began moving her foot up and down his length.
"No, of course not," Joey barely managed to say. His head was spinning a little, and he found it a little unfair that he was getting the best footjob of his life, yet it was from his mother. His ears were burning with embarrassment, but despite his feelings his hips twitched as he felt the urge to thrust. The kangaroo pushed this urge down, not wanting to make anything obvious to the diners around him and his mother.
"Sweetheart, you've been too stressed lately," Sharon said. Her silky footpad glided over her son's penis, picking up the precum that was gathering at the tip and smearing it all along his shaft. "You really ought to...relax." She emphasized her statement by curling her toes over the head of his member, rotating her ankle to rub it roughly.
"I'll tr-...tr-...Ohhh...!"
Joey couldn't take it anymore, and his entire upper body shuddered as he came, his member erupting in a shower of semen. He covered his mother's foot in it, several spurts shooting up to hit the underside of the table. The kangaroo whined in pleasure, the muscles in his rear bunching up with the force of his ejaculation.
Sharon chuckled throatily, lustfully. "See? Isn't it so much better when you just let all that stress flow out of you?" The she-wolf took a bite of her cheesecake, drawing the fork out of her mouth slowly as she stared into her son's eyes, watching him as she felt his warm cum dripping all over her foot. She gave him a few more rubs, and then used her toes to push him back into his pants.
"I...uh...I...," Joey said, quickly getting a hold of himself and grabbing his napkin. He thrust his hand under the tablecloth and mopped himself up as best he could, but there was so much there that he couldn't get it all. "Just...uh...Excuse me a minute, Mom..." He hastily stood up and made a beeline for the restroom, keeping his hands over his crotch to hide the goopy mess from the rest of the diners.
Sharon smiled to herself, digging into her cheesecake. What fun that had been, but it hadn't lasted nearly long enough. Her poor son had lost it entirely too soon, and he hadn't even really gotten to enjoy himself. She swallowed the sticky chocolate sweetness of her dessert, and knew that if she was going to fulfill her duty as a mother, she would have to resort to more extreme measures.
When Sharon parked the family car in the driveway of their home, Joey was quick to get out and rush inside. All of the scrubbing that he had evidently done in the restaurant bathroom hadn't quite managed to fully erase the starchy spatter from the front of his trousers, and he probably wanted to get changed as soon as possible. Sharon grinned as she shut the car off and stepped out, wiggling her toes inside of her shoe. Her son's semen, although cool now, was still nice and squishy between her toes. Unfortunately, if she left it there much longer it would get very hard to wash off, so she supposed she would have to take a bath.
"What a bother...," she said, sighing. The she-wolf walked up to the front door and entered the same way that her son had. Her ears pricked up when she got inside, hearing water running somewhere. The sound seemed to be coming from the upstairs bathroom.
Well, now..., Sharon thought to herself, her mind shifting into gear again. She closed the front door behind her, careful as always not to catch her luxurious tail in it. Oh, thanks be to the god of opportunity.
Smiling now, Sharon made her way to the foot of the stairs. So took the first step, reaching behind her back. Her fingers found the zipper to her gown and she started to tug it down, lowering it a little bit more with each movement upwards. By the time she got to the top step, her dress was open all the way down to her tail. Sharon let go of the zipper and shrugged her shoulders. The dress fell away from her body, dropping in a silky pool around her feet.
She shivered a little as she felt the cool air inside the house come against her fur, and brushed her paws down her body. Looking down, Sharon reveled in the sight of herself. She would have made any male instantly aroused; she held her age well. As she started down the hall towards the bathroom, her paws came up to cup her ample breasts, moving around them and to the back to unclasp her bra. She let that drop to the floor as well, freeing her gray-furred bosoms. They barely needed a bra to be held up, still very perky even with all her years. Licking her lips seductively, even though she was alone for now, she lowered her paws and slipped them inside the waistband of her black lace panties. Her thumbs hooked on the outside and she gave a sharp tug, pushing them over her hips and sending them to the floor.
Finally, nude except for her shoes, she stood in front of the bathroom door. Wisps of steam were coming from the gap between the door and the floor. Sharon chuckled quietly. Joey had always liked hot showers, and she could only imagine that he felt in need of a very hot one right now. Slowly, trembling with sudden and intense arousal, she reached for the doorknob. Her paw found it and her fingers gripped it, turning it quietly and opening the door.
A hazy mist of shower steam greeted her. Peering through it, she could just see the clear glass of the shower door, and beyond that the shimmery silhouette of her young, teenage kangaroo son standing under the cascade of water. He was half-turned away from her and didn't notice his mother looking at him. Sharon stepped out of her shoes and over the threshold of the bathroom door, closing the door stealthily behind her and shutting herself into the humid, hot climate.
Sharon crossed the floor to the shower, breathing in the steamy air and exhaling slowly. Her claws clacked a little on the tile, but not enough to be heard over the sound of the shower. The she-wolf didn't even care that what she was doing was wrong anymore; the thought did not cross her mind. All that was in her head was the words "turn around...turn around...I want to see my sexy son..."
As she got closer to the shower, some of the steam cleared and Sharon had a better view inside the shower. She could see that Joey seemed to be scrubbing himself rather furiously, focusing on the area between his legs. Grinning, Sharon reached for the handle to the sliding door and pulled it to one side. Instantly, Joey spun around, his eyes wide with shock as he saw his mother looking him up and down.
"M-Mom, what are you...what are you doing?" he stammered. The teenage kangaroo threw a paw down to cover himself, but not before Sharon noticed the other paw wrapped around his shaft. She found her own eyes widening a little. It would seem that her son might have enjoyed what had happened at the restaurant a little more than he had let on.
"Well, I was just coming to check up on you," Sharon said. She stepped into the shower, sliding the door shut and leaning back against it. She made no move to cover herself up, and Joey seemed to be having some difficulty taking his eyes away from her. "But I think I should be asking that question, dear. What were you doing just now?"
Joey swallowed, and he turned his back to her, his face reddening. "I was...uh...I was just..."
Sharon clucked her tongue, moving closer behind him, wrapping one arm around his body and placing a paw on his chest, rubbing softly. "Sweetheart, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a healthy young man, after all. If you need to masturbate, it's only natural." She reached her other paw down, tracing her fingers along his length. Her son shivered in her arms, even though the water going over them was hot. Sharon rested her cheek on his shoulder, tilting her chin up to whisper in his ear. "Tell me the truth. You were doing that because you were thinking of how sexy I am, right?"
"I...I wasn't...That's...," Joey mumbled. "Mom..."
"It's not nice to lie to your mother, Joey," Sharon scolded him, squeezing his cock dangerously. She lifted her head up slightly, putting her tongue out and running it around the outside of his ear. "Tell the truth, now. You were jerking off thinking of your sexy, naked mother. Thinking about how she gave you a footjob in the middle of a crowded restaurant. And I bet it wasn't the first time you've done it while thinking of something like that..."
"W-Well....I...I...," Joey stammered. Sharon felt his body slump slightly in resignation. "No...It...It's not..."
Sharon felt a thrill of victory, and she clucked her tongue again. "What a naughty boy, thinking of your mother like that. But I'll forgive you..." She relaxed her grip on his member a little, and started slowly moving her paw up and down his shaft. He had gone slightly limp since she'd entered the shower, but now the she-wolf felt him stiffen to full strength once more. "Now, sweetheart, why don't you let mommy take care of that?"
Without waiting for her son's reply, Sharon turned her son around, making him face her. She went down to her knees in front of him, looking up at his face before turning her attention to his penis. The appendage stood straight out from the young kangaroo's body, pointed directly at Sharon's face. She watched her son's cock jump rhythmically with his heartbeat, savoring this moment. Even while massaging him with her foot earlier, the she-wolf hadn't really been able to determine just how big he was, but now she could see that her son was well-endowed indeed. It looked so tasty, and if she didn't indulge her desire to sample this morsel...Well, she didn't want to think about passing something like this up.
With a hungry growl, Sharon wasted no more time. No preamble, no teasing; she just opened her mouth and engulfed her son's cock in a single, swift movement. Joey uttered a cry and his hands slammed out to brace himself on the shower walls, as his knees threatened to buckle underneath him. All at once his mother's tongue was bathing his erection in warm, sloppy kisses, lavishing every inch with rough, intense pleasure that threatened to drive his mind into an insane frenzy.
"Mom, you...," Joey struggled to say, "...you...really shouldn't be doing this, I mean..." His claws almost cracked the tile on the shower wall as Sharon suckled hard on him, cutting off whatever he might have been about to say. She slid her mouth back up, looking up at him with simultaneously the most motherly and most devious expression he had ever seen, and Joey felt a chill go up his spine when he saw it. It was a look that told him that his mother knew she had complete control over him.
"But I am doing it, sweetie." Sharon let her face arrange itself into concern that bordered on sadness. "You wouldn't stop your dear mother from helping you in a time of need, would you?"
Joey couldn't think of anything to say to that, and Sharon smiled triumphantly, going back to work without giving him time to formulate a response. Resigned, Joey threw caution to the winds and finally allowed himself to give a low, quiet moan of enjoyment. It really did feel good, and he really did love his mother, so was it really so bad?
"Mom, can you...I mean...," Joey murmured, looking down at her. His mother turned her eyes up to look at him, her tongue snaking out from her mouth to play further down his length, her lips closed firmly around him halfway down his shaft. "Can you just...go a little softer?"
Sharon smiled around the kangaroo meat in her mouth. "What do you say, dear?" She punctuated her question by tugging gently on his balls with one paw.
Joey whined in pleasure, his lips drawing back in a not-quite-pained grimace. "Please go a little softer, Mom."
"Well, since you asked so politely..."
Sharon opened her mouth, letting her warm breath play over her son's wet member with each exhalation. Her paw came slightly up to grip him and the base of his erection, maintaining soft pressure without squeezing. The she-wolf gave a low growl from the back of her throat, slipping her tongue out to lovingly caress the head of his cock. Joey groaned, his head tipping back and his eyes closing lazily, the soft touch of his mother's tongue bringing pleasure tenfold what he had been experiencing before. Thin streams of precum began to pulse from his penis, squirting out to tease his mother's taste buds with a hint of what was to come.
Moaning, Sharon took her free paw and reached between her legs, her fingers lightly touching her pussy. She was as swollen down there as she would have been were she in heat. It was almost beyond belief that her son could have turned her on that much, but here she was. The she-wolf let her index finger dance around her entrance, sliding along the slick, searingly hot flesh easily. Shower water continued to flow over both of them, and it ran down her back and under her tail, mixing with her own fluids in an erotic soup. The steam carried her scent into the air, bathing both beings' nostrils in the smell of sensuous, musky wolf sex.
Joey's breathing turned into a squeaky whimper of barely restrained ecstasy, and his cock jumped in Sharon's mouth. "Mom, I'm not gonna hold on much longer. I can't..."
Sharon lifted her head up, freeing the stiff kangaroo penis from the confines of her lips. "Oh, sweetheart. Does my little boy need to cum?" She watched Joey nod his head rapidly and desperately. Sharon smiled and started pumping her fist along his shaft. "Then you go right ahead. Go on, honey. Shoot your cum all over your mother." She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, sliding her tongue along the underside of Joey's cock-head. Her fingers were flying over her pussy, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through her body from her loins.
Joey's knees buckled, his strong kangaroo tail the only thing keeping him on his feet. He looked down, his mouth cracked open as he watched and felt his cock practically explode. Thick ropes of semen shot out from the tip, the first stream shooting directly down his mother's throat. His cock jerked with his ejaculation, the next few shots hitting her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck. With a low sound of approval, Sharon directed her son's member down, letting the final bursts of his seed splash onto her breasts, the water quickly washing it away and down over her belly.
"Wh-Whoa...," Joey breathed, leaning back into the corner of the shower, his legs shaking with the aftereffects of his orgasm. He looked at his mother, watching her as she sat back on her haunches, wiping his semen from her face and lapping it from her fingers. She held her face under the shower, allowing the rest to wash from her fur and down the drain.
Sharon gave a sigh of mixed satisfaction and frustration. The she-wolf was beginning to grow feverish with desire; even though she'd had such a good time this evening, her son had gotten to cum twice and she hadn't even been able to once. It was time to remedy that little problem.
Sharon allowed a dangerous expression, bordering on anger, to creep onto her face. "Joey...," she said, a low growl in her voice. "You are going to get out of this shower right now." Grinning on the inside, she watched a confused, fearful look appear on the young kangaroo. "You will dry off, go up to your room, and stay there for the next fifteen minutes. You will not put on any clothes, and if I even think you've been masturbating, I will punish you very severely. I will be waiting for you in my room exactly fifteen minutes from now. Is that understood?"
Joey swallowed. "Y-Yes, Mom."
Sharon continued to stare at him until he finally opened the shower door and got out. She watched through the frosted glass as he hurriedly dried himself off and left the bathroom, and then Sharon stood up. Sighing again, she got under the water spray. This time, she gave herself a proper, thorough cleaning.
Back in his room, Joey sat on his bed, keeping a close eye on the clock. His heart was pounding hard enough that it almost hurt, and his head was spinning. The evening had been almost too much excitement for him. His eyes locked on the second hand, watching it count up to each minute. While Joey could only imagine what his mother was planning for him when he went to her room, he didn't want to think about what she might do if he did not. The look and seriousness of her face and voice when she'd given him his instructions had said enough.
And so, when fifteen minutes had just about passed, Joey dutifully slid off of his bed and walked out of his bedroom. He walked a short way down the hall, his feet making almost no noise on the carpeted floor. While he walked, he looked at the walls. Pictures hung there, pictures of his family from various stages of their lives. The pictures showed him, his mother, and his father, at least up until Joey turned eight years old. When his father had divorced his mother, he'd moved across the country, and so the pictures from there on were only of him and his mother. They were all happy pictures, and Joey couldn't see one in which he wasn't smiling. Vaguely, Joey wondered what the pictures might have been like if his father hadn't left. When he thought of his father, he didn't have very good feelings. He supposed that must be resentment for what Joey thought of as abandonment. In any case, he had always liked his mother better, since that time at least.
So maybe, somehow, this makes sense..., Joey thought. He paused at the door to his mother's bedroom, shaking a little from a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Yeah, a weird, twisted kind of sense. The kangaroo reached out a paw and touched the doorknob, turning it and cracking the door open.
When the door opened, the first thing that struck Joey was the scent from inside the room. The smell was a pure, unadulterated scent of arousal. It was like what he had smelled in the shower, only this time it was undiluted, not watered down at all. The smell set his head spinning once again, and he put a hand on the door frame to steady himself. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever smelled, better than the most expensive meal he'd ever enjoyed or the warmest spring day.
The second thing that hit him was the sight of his mother's bed. She was not in it, but he could see a shaft of light that was thrown across it from the adjoining bathroom. Unsure, Joey advanced a few steps into the room, his unsteady feet making shuffling noises on the carpet.
"Joey."
The kangaroo jumped at the word, which had sounded so loud after the silence in the hall. His mother's voice was coming from the open bathroom door. He stood stock-still, not sure whether he should respond or stay quiet.
"Get on the bed, young man," his mother said, still not showing herself. "I'll be out shortly."
Obediently, Joey continued across the room, pausing for a moment to close the bedroom door behind him. He approached the immaculately-made bed and climbed up, doing his best not to disturb the smooth sheets. He stretched out on the bed, resting his head on a pillow and waiting. He cock was painfully hard, standing straight up in the air from a combination of the scent, memories of the evening, and a growing desire for his mother that he had been so determined not to have just an hour ago.
The light in the bathroom went out, plunging the bedroom into a darkness that was mollified only by the waning illumination provided by the late evening sky outside the window. Joey's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and he perceived a shadowy figure standing the doorway to the bathroom. The figure approached the bed slowly, resolving into the image of his mother. His heart fluttered as he saw that she was as naked as she had been in the shower. Her fur was mostly dried now, and it lay sleek along her body. Joey's eyes traveled down her body, taking in her ample breasts, flat stomach, and wide hips. When his eyes reached the point where her shapely thighs met her body, he gulped hard.
Sharon grinned, seeing the half-startled, half-eager expression that presented itself on her son's face. She reached down, wrapping one paw around the shiny, black strap-on that she was now wearing. She slid her fingers up and down the thick, long shaft, as though it were a real cock instead of a firm silicone one. The she-wolf had purchased it only the day before, in anticipation of this evening.
"Joey, I hope your ready for something you'll never forget," Sharon said throatily. She walked up to the bed, rising up onto it on her knees. She came up over Joey, kneeling near his waist. Licking one of her fingers, she brought the moistened digit down and underneath her son's balls, pressing around until she felt his anus. A pleasured gasp came from the kangaroo as she pushed her fingertip inside, gently swirling around just within the ring of muscle.
"Mom, that...," Joey moaned. "That really feels great..."
Sharon smiled again. "The bedside table, Joey. Open the drawer." She watched her son look beside her bed, and he reached over and slid open the small drawer. "There's something in there I want you to get. I'm sure you'll know what to do with it."
Curious, Joey reached a paw inside the drawer, feeling around. After a few seconds, he pulled out a small tube of what he immediately knew to be lubricant. He could feel warmth rising to his cheeks. He looked up at his mother, his expression questioning.
"Go on, Joey," she said. "You're going to need that. I don't want to hurt my little boy...unless he wants me to, of course." She said the last words with convincing harshness, making Joey certain that she would be very rough if that would be pleasing to him.
No stranger to this sort of thing, Joey flipped open the cap of the tube of lube, squeezing a small amount onto his fingers. His cheeks burning, he reached down, pausing for a moment while Sharon removed her finger from his tailhole. The kangaroo touched the lubed fingers to his anus, suppressing a shiver at the icy sensation. He rubbed his fingers well around the opening, inserting them slightly to spread the lubrication inside as well.
"Now do me," Sharon ordered him. She watched Joey squirt a larger amount of lube into his paw, bringing the goopy mess up to the strap-on, slathering it all over and making the toy slick. "Good boy. You deserve a reward for your obedience. And now that we're ready, I have just the thing."
The she-wolf brought her legs in between Joey's, putting her hands underneath his knees and lifting them up, spreading his legs at the same time. His chest was rising and falling rapidly now. She licked her lips, sliding in close and lifting his hips so that the tip of the rubbery penis rested against his ass. Joey whimpered pitifully, so far gone by now that he was eager to be fucked by his mother.
"I'm sure this isn't the first cock you've had up your ass," Sharon said, an almost evil tone to her voice. "So this should be no problem!" She thrust her hips forward, spearing her son with the thick, stiff dildo. Joey howled in pleasure and pain as he was stretched wider than he'd been stretched before, loving every second of it. Sharon slid one, two, three inches inside of his, stopping when four inches of the rubber shaft resided inside of Joey. She gave him a few seconds to get used to the feeling, and just when she could see his breathing come back under control she began to thrust.
Sharon drew her hips back and forth, reveling in the first time that she was the fuck_er_, rather than the fuck_ee_. She kept her strokes shallow, never allowing more than three or four inches inside of her son. Even with the lubrication, his tailhole was tight and unyielding, making it difficult for her to gain re-entry each time she pulled out. Nevertheless, an expression of the purest pleasure was on the young kangaroo's face, showing that he was experiencing nothing but enjoyment from this treatment. Sharon could see that tip of his cock glistening with precum. She was tempted to bend over so that she could again slide her lips over his member, but she restrained herself, contenting herself with just fucking him. No need to end it as quickly this time, of course.
Joey, for his part, was in perfect heaven. He couldn't have imagined himself ever doing something like this with his mother, but now that he was on his back, completely naked, being fucked almost to the point of discomfort by a strap-on, he couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be. It felt better than anything his ex-boyfriend had ever given him, and he allowed himself to moan loud, surrendering to the pleasure. His mother started to go a little deeper, plunging several more inches inside of him. He gasped and arched his back, feeling the tip of the dildo slide against his prostate, sending a shock of pleasure through his body. All at once, even though the sensations had been mind-bending before, he found himself at the edge of orgasm, ready to plunge over at any moment.
Sharon could sense the change in her son. His face was tensing up, and even through the inanimate toy strapped to her waist she could tell that his sphincter was tensing, twitching with an impending climax. Oh, no, son, we can't have that. Not this time. This time, momma is gonna get what she wants. The she-wolf kept up her hip thrusting for a few more minutes, long enough to see a few spurts of precum shoot from the tip of Joey's cock, the precursor to a much more voluminous flow yet to come.
And then, with a low grunt, she jerked her hips back sharply, pulling the strap-on from her son's ass with a wet pop. Joey whined plaintively, his penis pulsing once with the failed-to-ignite tremor of an orgasm that had almost been. His eyes could have been those of a puppy, such pitiful betrayal he turned her way. Sharon clucked her tongue, withdrawing from the bed and standing up, her tail swishing serenely.
"Joey, Joey, Joey...," she whispered. She shook her head slowly from side to side. "How selfish. You were about to cum, weren't you? Heartless of you...Cumming three times in one night, and nothing for your poor mother? What a cruel boy." Sharon reached behind her waist, to the small of her back, her fingers finding the clasp that held the strap-on in place. She undid it, allowing the toy to come apart and thump to the floor. She brushed her paws back around and up her belly, ruffling through her thick fur before sliding one paw back down to her pussy.
Joey's eyes became fixed on those fingers as she traced them over her slit, teasing the downy fur there away. His mouth opened involuntarily, a throaty sigh of desire escaping from between his lips. Even in the dim light he could see that she was swollen, glistening wet from arousal. A single word issued from deep within. "Mom..."
Sharon came around the bed, climbing up beside Joey. She sank to her belly beside him, looking down at him with an expression that consisted not of the aggressive dominance that she had displayed up to this point, but of pure, motherly love and affection. She moved her face close to his, and kissed him. It was a kiss unlike those friendly kisses on the cheek that a mother would usually give to her children. This kiss was the deep, warm, involved kiss of one lover to another. She held him there for several minutes, giving him the sweet taste of her lips and conveying everything that she wanted from him. This was her true purpose. Showing him what love really was, and how far someone should be willing to go for love.
"Now, Joey," Sharon murmured as she broke the kiss. "Show your mother that you love her." She wrapped her arms around the pillow in front of her, coming up on her knees, raising her rear in the air and lifting her tail. "Make love to me, dearest son. I'm all yours right now. I have no one except for you, and no one but you will do."
Barely able to draw breath, Joey sat up, his heart hammering a rapid drumbeat in his chest. His mother, looking back over her shoulder at him, shifted over to the middle of the bed. Joey had a completely unimpeded view of her glorious rear. Her luxurious tail tapered down to her ass, where her small, puckered tailhole peeked out from within feathery fur. Underneath, glistening in the moonlight streaming through the window, was the most perfect pussy he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her dull black labia were aroused and open, giving way to slick pink flesh inside. Joey's cock throbbed at the sight, knowing that it would soon find a home within.
The teenage kangaroo slowly brought a paw to his mother's backside, touching his fingers to her wet snatch. She moaned into the pillow as he felt her, his finger dragging up along the moist furrow. He marveled at how his finger sank into her welcoming entrance, slipping inside her depths. Her inner muscles clenched at pulled at his intruding digit, drawing it in.
"Mom, I...I can't believe it...," he murmured. He rose onto his knees behind her, placing his paws on her hips. He pulled at her slightly, dragging her closer to him. Sharon offered no resistance, going just shy of limp as Joey pressed the tip of his erection to her. His length slid against the slickness of her pussy, missing its entrance and slipping along her slit. Joey gasped, barely keeping himself from cumming right then and there. She felt so hot and good against his cock.
He drew his hips back slightly, going for his mark again. This time, his penis hit home, penetrating his mother's sex and sinking slowly into her vagina. His fingers gripped her hips tightly, his lips drawing back in an ecstatic grimace. He'd never felt anything like this before, even though it was not his first time with a female. None of the females, or males, that he'd ever fucked had been as receptive, as perfect, as right-feeling as his mother.
Sharon bit her tongue, restraining the banshee scream of passion that had been brewing in her throat. She wasn't afraid of what the neighbors might think if they heard her; she just didn't want to spur her son into climaxing too soon. Neither did she want to surrender too soon to the blinding orgasm that she knew was awaiting her at the culmination of this coupling.
"Mom...," Joey groaned, leaning over his mother's back. He placed his muzzle right near her ear, whispering to her. "You're really tight." A thrill of excitement at the audacity of his words shook both of them. Sharon clenched her paws around the pillow underneath her, her toes splaying out behind her as shocks of pleasure jolted up and down her spine. If he said anything else like that, she wouldn't last much longer. As it was, she wasn't going to be hold out for very long.
Figuring that turnabout was fair play, Sharon looked over her shoulder, doing her best to put a sultry expression on her face. "It's just because...mmmhhhn...because your cock is so big, sweetie." She punctuated her statement with a throaty, growling moan.
Joey finally grinned, squeezing her hips tightly and beginning to screw her in earnest. He sped up the thrusting of his cock, making a loud, wet smacking noise every time he rammed home into Sharon. The she-wolf gave a low howl of pleasure, arching her back and pushing her rump out even more. Joey sounded his approval, opening his mouth and dragging his tongue through her fur, from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck.
"Ahhh, my god, Joey!" Sharon cried, her voice coming out as a high-pitched whine. "You're so fucking good! Unnh...Pull my tail. Be a man and pull my goddamn tail!"
All to happy to oblige, Joey leaned back and grabbed a pawful of his mother's tail. He yanked back as hard as he could, tugging on the flowing, fluffy appendage. Sharon came up on her front paws, her head cocked back and her face towards the ceiling. Joey used her tail like reins, keeping a firm grip on her while the additional leverage allowed him to piston into the she-wolf like a roaring engine.
This is it, this is the feeling! Sharon thought, panting with exertion, her tongue hanging out like a puppy that was mad with happiness. She could feel it, could feel the release that she's been looking for. She could feel the relief that her son needed, that she had wanted to give him. Closer, closer...Almost there...
Sharon felt Joey shudder, could feel his cock twitch inside of her. His paws grabbed at her waist, jerking her back. Her ass was slammed up against his pelvis, letting him hold himself deep inside of her. The she-wolf moaned deeply as Joey groaned in pleasure, his seed suddenly shooting out of him with great force. A hot rush flooded her body, filling her womb with his illicit essence.
Finally, gloriously, Sharon could allow her body to let go. Her paws clenched on her pillow, and she tossed her head back, throwing all caution to the winds and letting loose an impassioned howl. Her body clamped hard on her son's member, her muscles rippling around him and coaxing every last drop of semen from him. Belatedly, she sensed Joey trying to pull out, trying to prevent what might result. Sharon would not have that. She hooked her feet around the backs of Joey's knees, holding him there. Every bit of him was staying inside of her, just as she wanted.
After long minutes - long, wonderful minutes - of pure pleasure, Sharon relaxed, her chest burning as she fought to catch her breath. Joey's fingers released her waist, but still held her loosely. His paws moved up and down slightly, stroking her fur lightly. The night was suddenly very quiet, the only sounds being the low rushing whisper of their panting.
Sharon slowly turned over, keeping her son's penis firmly inside of her. She reached up, hooking her paws around Joey's neck and pulling him down. His head brushed her chest, his left cheek coming to rest against her breasts. Sharon brushed a paw over the back of his neck, rubbing her fingers down his spine and back up.
A shudder went through her kangaroo son's body, and Sharon realized that he was crying. She was alarmed for a moment, but then she felt his arms tighten around her in a hug, and realized they were not tears of shame, but happiness. Sharon smiled and pressed her lips to the top of his head, kissing him softly.
"Time to sleep, little one," the she-wolf whispered. It was the same voice she had used when he'd been a baby, long ago. "Sleep. Your mother is here. Your mother will always be here, for you."
"When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child."
-Sophia Loren