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Sully was his own person, but he wasn't immune to the same doldrums that befell plenty of other people in their final year of high school.

The raccoon had just weeks left before he was free of the grip of monotony. Since the summer before ended, he'd been thinking of just how wonderful that next summer would be, but getting through his finals and coming out on the other side with good grades and a bright future was an important milestone.

"Three weeks," he murmured, pushing open the front door of his house with a dead expression and thinned lips. "Three more weeks of this, and I can finally get on with the rest of my life..."

He wasn't so far ahead of himself that he was thinking about how much he'd miss high school someday.

Instead, he was living in the moment, and in that moment, he could only think about how bored he was; how terrible it was that the only thing he had to look forward to in the morning was the long walk back to school, and how absolutely dreadful his assignments had become.

They had such a meager impact on his final grades that he was only going through them to keep up appearances for his parents, but on that note, the homework did have a second use...

...He needed the distraction.

"Sully? Can you come up here, please?"

Dropping his book bag from his shoulder, Sully's ears flattened at the sound of his mother's voice: she spoke with all the elegance and touch of an angel when she was happy, but wearing her emotions on her sleeve in the very same way, there was no denying when she was upset with someone.

Sully was familiar enough with that tone that he had to tickle the base of his own ears to keep them from flattening; whatever was waiting for him in his mother's room, it couldn't be good.

"Okay, Mom."

He was hesitating for as long as he could without drawing suspicion. He kicked off his shoes, adjusted his shirt, made sure the door was locked behind him...anything he could do that would seem like a typical part of his arriving home.

When he was out of ideas, he finally began the long ascent, going up the stairs in the middle of the living room and around the second-floor landing. He was so used to seeing his sister, Amanda, sprawled across the cushions of the couch up there that her lack of presence was more disturbing, but after all those years, he still hadn't figured out her personal schedule.

As it so happened, he'd be delighted to find that she wasn't home, when his mother finally announced the reason for their discussion.

"Took you long enough," she greeted him, as he stepped through the doorway to the master bedroom; his chin was lowered, as though he'd already been put through the gallows. "Another rough day at school, young man?"

"Just boring," he deflected, trying to remember to consciously perk his ears and the fluff of his tail; his mother was too observant to be so easily distracted. "Is, uh...is everything okay? You look worried."

Shannon was, in the simplest of terms, a good mother: she cared deeply for both of her children, took an active interest in their personal lives, and did her best to keep the concerns of her marriage away from their minds as they finished up their final years of school.

All she really cared about was their future and setting them up for success, but to that point, she'd been fortunate that her children made that an easy task for her. Amanda was so busy with clubs and sports that she was being recruited by colleges constantly, and though he didn't show the same level of initiative, Sully was going to have no problem acing his classes and finding a good school to take him.

"I've been keeping a closer eye on your browser history, Sully. I was hoping that I might get an idea of what schools you were interested in so that I could provide you with some more brochures and recommendations, but...what you do you think I found, instead?"

She was seated on the edge of her bed, her arms crossed just below her bosom in a classic posture of disapproval. The look on her face absolutely cemented how she felt, but the subtle cock of her brow told that she was willing to give Sully a chance to explain himself, even if she wasn't looking forward to what he had to say.

Just tell the truth, Sully. Tell the truth and hopefully, we can put all of this ugliness behind us.

"...I, uhm...well, I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you found something you don't approve of."

Sully was typically a more confident, well-spoken man than that, but there was no way to deny that the contents of his browser history would be as awkward to discuss with his mother as just about any other man his age.

"You...y-you're a grown man now, Sully. You're allowed to look at whatever you want on your computer; that's your business, but I can't help being a little concerned about some of the...tastes that you've developed."

"You know a lot of those actors aren't really related, right, Mom?"

"You've watched so many videos about incest on your computer that I wasn't able to sort through all of them," Shannon replied, her throat tightening. She refused to be put off course. "But the most common theme was videos about...a-about mothers having sex with their sons."

"Again, not always related," Sully told her. "In fact, I'd wager that almost none of them are."

"And I was really willing to let most of that go," Shannon continued on, listening to what her son had to say...but only so that she could preface her points before she answered. "But there were several videos..._recent_videos...that were new, VR based concepts that allowed you to place your own images and name the character that you were interacting with."

Oh, shit, Sully thought. She managed to find that stuff?

"Do you want to tell me what name you gave those characters, or do I have to make this even more awkward for you, Sully?"

It was rare that Shannon used her son's first name--she wasn't the type to use the middle and last when he was in trouble--it was rare enough that the younger raccoon felt a chill running down his spine, even before he found the words to try and explain himself.

"Look, Mom...it...it's not that big of a deal, okay?" he argued. "Remember how you told me when I was younger that fantasizing was perfectly healthy and normal?"

"That's kind of a default thing to say when you walk in on your teenaged son...m-masturbating into a pair of your panties."

The signs had been piling up for longer than Shannon could have ever ignored, but her most recent trip to Sully's room was the one that proved too much for her.

She was struggling to keep eye contact with her son, but she needed to hold his gaze and know that he was telling the truth, no matter how twisted it might have been.

"That was a few years ago," Sully reminded her. "And I haven't done it since."

"I'm not sure that this is that much better, Sully."

"It's...it's the only way that this is ever gonna work for me, okay?"

Shannon's cocked brow lowered, this time furrowing with concern. "The only way that what is going to work?"

Confidence and certainty weren't enough to keep Sully's calm, casual demeanor in place any longer.

"Having your image on those games, having your name in the text, watching those videos...that's the only chance I'll ever have to experience this, so...I'm sorry if it weirds you out."

"Experience what? If you're really...if you're honestly lusting after your own mother, I know I don't have to tell you how wrong that is, but we can work through this-

"If I was just lusting after you, it'd probably be easier for me to pretend that I don't care."

Shannon's heart was already fluttering too fast for her own comfort. The pitter-patter was ringing in her ears as she listened, and through the cotton of her blouse, Sully could see the rise and fall of her panicked breaths.

"Sully, you...you're just confu-

"I'm not confused, Mom. I love you."

"Of course you do. It's only natural that a son would love their mother," Shannon rolled with the punch, knowing that she'd come unglued if she allowed Sully to confess in the manner she could tell was coming. "But you're not in love with me."

She uttered the words with confidence. Her voice was sharp, her tone certain, and yet...as she looked up at her son and shared a knowing gaze with him, she realized that she was trying to will a new reality into existence, instead of accepting the one that was standing there before her.

"Mom...I...I don't mean to unload on you like this, but...I know what I feel," Sully said, trying to match her confidence with his own certainty of self. "I'm not asking you to reciprocate it, or even saying that it's normal, but...I really do love you, and yes, I am in love with you; whether you feel the same way or not doesn't change that."

It was such an exciting thing to hear from a forbidden source that Shannon blamed that taboo of it all for the way that her chest continued to heave.

Locks of brilliant, curled scarlet fell around either side of her face, creating a visage that Sully always admired as more than the woman who gave birth to him.

He'd known it was wrong long before he said the words out loud, but now that he had, he was hanging on his mother's every word, hoping that she'd still let him live in her house any longer; that would have been good enough.

"You're right, Sully...how I feel can't possibly change how you feel, but...you know that this is wrong, don't you?"

"That's what everyone in the world has ever said on the subject, but...you know that I can't help it, right?"

From the mouth of the very woman sitting before him, Sully had learned that truth: that true love wasn't the kind of thing that was easy to understand. Far less than that was it able to be controlled, and though it wasn't at all his fault for developing those feelings, Shannon thought it a cruel fate that her son would develop such attachments for a woman he could never spend his life with.

At least I don't feel so guilty for being turned on by his browser history, now, she thought.

"You certainly can't," Shannon agreed. "But you can't keep this secret from me any longer, Sully...so...what do we do with it?"

It wasn't an outright acceptance, but it was a better response than Sully was accepting from his mom, if he was being honest with himself.

"I know what I'd like to do with it, but...I can't really blame you if you aren't on board," he replied, knowing that emotions weren't that simple. "I'm not gonna ask you to pretend you don't know, and I guess there's no point to hiding my browser history anymore, but honestly, I...I don't plan on changing anything, Mom."

"So, even after all that...you're still going to use my image in those games? You're still going to put my name in all of those incestuous dating sims?"

"I can't really think of a healthier way to get myself through this fantasy, so...as long as you're okay just knowing it, yes. I'm still doing that."

You're not really gonna do this, are you? Shannon asked herself. Fantasies like this will pass...he'll...

She wanted to tell herself that he'd grow out of it, but there was no denying the reality that her son was a grown man, able to make his own decisions, life his own life and pursue his own desires.

She was relieved to know that he wouldn't pursue a relationship with her, but she couldn't deny what she'd felt when she first found the evidence of his fetish on his computer.

In the brief moment before concern flooded her heart...there was one instant, one quivering breath of unbridled arousal at the thought of what could be if she was brave enough to confront him.

He'll never come to you like this again if you just let him walk away, she finished the thought. This could be his only chance... your only chance...to explore how you really feel about him.

"What if...w-what if there was another way...a healthier way...for you to explore those fantasies, Sully?"

Normally, his first name was a damning thing, but the tone of his mother's voice was notable softened by her pretense.

Sully's eyes looked up from her lap, capturing her gaze again; she refused to look away, that time. "I'm not sure there's a better option, Mom. I'm just glad you don't seem too freaked out by it."

"There's always another way, son."

She didn't dare to turn her head again, even when she could feel the flustered warmth in her cheeks and the subtle part of her lips. She wasn't panting, by any stretch, but she needed to let out a longer, fuller breath...

...Her fingers never would have undone the top button of her blouse, otherwise.

"Mom, y-you...you're not really-

"Why not?"

In her presence, the rules seemed to change for Sully: he wasn't inexperienced with the girls his own age, but there was a sense of expectation that came with flirting with his classmates.

He'd know for sure after just one line if he'd be shot down or taken up, but there was so much less at stake when one of the girls from his graduating class decided he was worth the time and a night on the town.

"You've said that you're going to waste your time with those silly games and simulators, whether you get to try the real thing or not," Shannon explained, another button coming open on her blouse with every few of those heavy, demanding words. "But you're a bright, young man; you shouldn't waste your entire evening playing games and wondering what might have been, Sully."

"I didn't really think this was in the realm of might have been," Sully confessed. "I sorta figured this would end with me being kicked out of the house."

"Maybe if you really disappoint me," Shannon argued, trying to embrace the playful, flirtatious tone that she once wielded with deadly effectiveness, in her youth. "But a handsome, young man like you...tall, strapping and toned...you've never disappointed your mother before, and I can't imagine you'll be starting now."

With the last button of her blouse undone, Shannon stood up from the edge of the bed, the white parting with her movement. The softer gray of her underbelly was a striking thing to see, but there was something far more prominent about the smooth, rounded cups of her brassier, matching the eggshell shade of her blouse so well that that Sully wasn't sure she was wearing it, until he physically saw it.

Once more, Shannon left him on the verge of being breathless, but he refused to be speechless when her thumbs came together at the button of her jeans.

"You'd really let me do this, all just to see if it's something I'm really into?" he asked, still wresting with his disbelief as much as Shannon was struggling with her moral code. "Feels kinda awkward to say that I've always thought you were the best mom in the world, but..."

His voice trailed off slightly; despite his usual, easy-going nature, he was going to need a little help to come to terms with the dramatic shift in his reality.

Even from where they stood just then, there was no going back: their lives would be forever changed, even if Shannon closed up her blouse and tossed him out with her very next breath.

"But you're worried about making things weird between us," she claimed, knowing her own son well enough to stay on step ahead of him. "Because you're a good, young man and a loving son...you care about how I feel, more than how you feel about me."

He was flustered by the reality of her statement, but as he nodded, her smile softened, embracing a hint of the motherly appearance that he was used to seeing; the sight of that familiar curve was comforting in the middle of what seemed like an impossible moment, but in a way that he'd rarely seen before...perhaps never, the edges of her lips curled with a wicked grin.

Don't back down now, Shannon. He presented the box, you decided to open it...if you have to live with it, you may as well make the most of what you've done.

"Knowing that I raised you to be a proper gentleman and a caring soul makes me a proud mother," Shannon admitted. "Knowing that I could ever be the object of your affection...leaves me conflicted, I won't deny, but...there are certain truths that we can't ignore, Sully."

He was glad to have an easier jumping point; he knew she was baiting him into an answer. "And what truths are those?" he asked, letting his words be as predictable as Shannon would have wanted.

There was no script, but only certain words would push the shorter racoon in the right direction. Right then, Sully felt that she was the taller of the two, the way she dominated the conversation, but then, he still wasn't convinced that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

"First, the fact that you've been pitching a tent since my fingers touched my blouse," Shannon called him out, seeing the impressive bulge at the lap of his jeans. "Not that I've had any reason to doubt your feelings to this point, but that's a better confirmation than I could have hoped for."

Her thumbs waited until Sully looked up to her eyes again: once she held his stare, she popped the button, pushed ever so slightly, and revealed the mound of her womanhood to her own son...with a small, dampened patch of arousal, brought on by his bold confession.

"And the second truth...is that some part of me, no matter how small, couldn't help hoping that you'd be honest when I confronted you about this," Shannon told him. "And that same part of me is still hoping that my son might be brave enough to push me back onto the bed...to spread my legs, hold my hands, kiss my lips...and know me in a way that he's only ever dreamed of."

Letting the weight of her jeans slump to the floor with one more push, Shannon's cream lingerie felt less like a burden, or even an obstacle.

They were part of an image that Sully would never forget: his paws were trembling, but moving toward his belt all the same...and all the while, tiny steps brought him closer to his mother, standing before him like the statue of a goddess that he was forbidden to worship.

Stopping just a half step away, Shannon completed his journey, moving into that gap and pressing her breasts to the middle of his abdomen. On tiptoes, she lifted herself to his neck, planting a kiss first against the side of his throat, then one more to his cheek...but an impatient paw captured the side of his muzzle and turned it to her own, just as the other forced his jeans to the floor with her own.

Summer was running late, that year: it wasn't the autumn air, but the chilling gravity of the situation that forced Sully to so _violently_tremble against his mother's body. She was warm to the touch, soothingly...but her lips pressing so firmly against his own took the strength from his legs and stole any bravado he could have forced.

When he finally pushed back against her lips and captured her hips in his palms, Shannon knew that he wasn't just responding and acting in kind, but letting the truth of his passions push him further into her embrace: when her arms closed around the small of his back and captured the waistline of his boxers, she was already confident of what would follow her suggestive grip.

Tugging apart the button that held the boxers over the base of his tail, she only had to give the slightest pull, knowing they'd fall the moment she stepped toward the bed. She didn't want to take anything away from the moment, but as her lips controlled the pace of his own and moved upon them in affectionate, pursing waves, she found a third, inevitable truth in his response.

"Mn...mm..."

His muffled groans told one half of the tale, but the follow through was the tip of his covered cock, poking into the middle of her stomach. The entire shaft was turgid , so thick and full that Shannon couldn't attach herself to the expect onset of her shame: she already knew she was going to enjoy her son's flesh too much to care, in the moment.

The aftermath might have been a different story, but a tug on her panties was all the distraction she needed to keep going...to spread her thighs just enough that the warm, silky crotch of the garment would peel away from the gathered moisture at her womanhood.

All those years of kissing other women, and you've still got a little bit to learn, just yet, she thought. Good thing you've found yourself the best teacher in the world...

Doing his best just to keep up with her advanced technique, Sully was happy to let himself be lead by his mother. Though she was right about his gentlemanly nature, part of that was knowing when it was the right time to hold a door open, and when to simply follow along and be educated.

This was the latter, but there was still room for him to go slightly off script: cupping the cheeks of his mother's rump and squeezing them at the peak of the kiss was a surprise, but one all too welcome.

She's small, but she's not delicate...it's so weird, but I can feel her strength, no matter where I touch her, he silently wondered about her, even as he learned the curves of her body firsthand. I've never felt so out of my league...did I fall and hit my head on the way home? Is this really happening?

One full, firm suckle on his lower lip offered greater pleasures, but in turn, Sully felt just enough pain that he wouldn't question reality again, no matter how he struggled to accept it.

He was so sure that Shannon would reject his advances that the moment of feeling her tug at his back, leaning him into the bed with her was ethereal...the latest step in an experience that was building to something greater than his reality had ever been.

"Keep sliding them," Shannon whispered, her lips staying just close enough to his own that he felt the warmth of her every breath, greater than the cool comforter on the bed. "All the way off, Sully...just for tonight, don't let anything come between us."

She was fine with things being a little chaotic. It was endearing, even, to watch Sully trip his way into the bed, forgetting to push the slack of his boxers the rest of the way from his knees.

He'd known the giggle of his mother before, particularly at his intentional goofs, but there was already something different about the tone of her voice, the shift evident in every moment of her laughter.

It was comforting, soothing...and all at once, alluring."Not even my own clumsiness?" he asked, trying his best to ignore the continued tremble of his visible nerves; making a joke or two, he hoped, would keep Shannon distracted.

It was a vain attempt, of course. She knew her son too well to be put off by a cheap line, but she couldn't remember the last time a man was so nervous to bed her; the last time there was so much pressure, so much gravitas around the act of sex, itself.

"You're just a little nervous," she told him. "Don't be, baby. Just come to me."

Flat on her back, her panties hanging around one ankle, Shannon lifted her hips back and rolled up slightly, spreading her thighs before him and creating an invitation he would have been a fool to resist.

He was still quivering as he moved into that gap, but she'd already spelled out his desires for him: he couldn't deny her any longer.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked a final time, a gentleman through and through.

His length was bouncing at her entrance, the very tip dripping precum against her already glistening petals.

It wasn't until his paws clutched her own and pushed them into the mattress that she turned the tables back on him.

"Are you?"

It was as much a challenge as an invitation, and when push came to shove, Sully took the first step toward being the lover Shannon hoped he would be.

The head of his cock kissed against her petals, missing the mark on the first go and gliding over her clit, instead. "Y-yeah...I'd s-say so," he countered, proving his point with a quick angle of the hips.

Soaking wet and painfully eager, Shannon let out a blissful cry when Sully's cock finally parted her folds and pushed into the warm, waiting confines of her womanhood.

"Sully...o-oh...oh, fuck!" the word carried a new impact from her; she rarely swore around her children, but in that moment, her tone was brazen and bold, caring only about conveying the pleasure her son provided. "Go deeper, baby...g-go all the way in!"

Every step of the way, he needed to hesitate.

Without that, he never would have been able to come to grips with reality, and all the ecstasy that came with it: the clutching of inner walls, the soaking warmth of natural desire, the impassioned heat of a body against his own...

...And finally, the closing of ankles against his lower back, forcing him to go balls deep in his own mother.

"Well, if you're n-not gonna give me a choice," he answered, unable to help the lighter tone in his voice: disbelief was still coming through, but pleasure was overtaking it with every passing second. "Holy...f-fuck...you're so wet, Mom!"

With just one tap of his sack against the bottom of her folds, Sully could feel a dripping trail of her arousal, moving down and tickling the tender flesh with a truly unique sensation.

It was pleasant, but against the star of the moment: the easy recoil and gentle pass of Sully's length, pouring all the way back into Shannon's womanhood anew...it didn't have a leg to stand on.

"Worried that you're gonna hurt me, love?" she asked. "Is that why you're going so slow?"

Biting his lower lip and moving a little faster, Sully felt as if he'd been thrown to the lions, but all the same, he was delighted to be their feast.

"Or is it that you don't want to cum too fast?" she continued, whispering words to the younger racoon that he'd only ever heard in the deepest reaches of his dreams.

"Little b-bit of both," he confessed, his voice unable to hide his stammering nerves. With every thrust, he trembled a little less, but he had a long way to go before he reached Shannon's level of comfort and skill.

She was excited to watch that flower blossom, but far more so to have the chance to water it, herself.

"Two more t-truths, then," she offered, as her son pumped firmly enough to heave the weight of her breasts toward her. "First...you can't break me, even if I want you to try to."

Sully's eyes widened; after everything that had already happened, such words were still enough to give him pause.

"And second," Shannon paused as she pulled the glasses from the bridge of her muzzle, setting them on her nightstand. "I want you to cum, Sully...because of me...inside of me...I want all of it."

The ball was only halfway in his court: she'd let him find his pace and work up to it, but the claws upon her toes were already raking toward his backside as she adjusted herself.

Bouncing slightly against his kneeling form, she grabbed onto his neck for greater purchase, pulling his head close enough that she could steal another kiss from those forbidden, delicious lips.

Fuck me, she thought. _We've come this far, we've done this much...make it worth your while and fuck me, Sully! _

Unable to read her thoughts, but all too able to feel her intentions, Sully pumped forth, his sack bouncing against her body with a fresh, messy pap.

That sound was delightful, and being the cause of it that much more so, but it was the repetition that Shannon was after. It wasn't on the first, the second, or even the twentieth pass that she finally reacted, but as her son learned by example and tried his best to match his mother's pace, he became comfortable taking the lead, little by little, until his posture atop her kept her from matching his speed.

Swollen orbs, long overdue to be drained, pounded against her with greater intensity, telling of their pleasure when lips were too busy with each other to voice their impassioned moans.

She's really gonna let me do this, Sully thought. She really wants me to do this...

There was no barrier to stop the younger racoon from flooding his mother with the seed she desired, and no sense left about her to try and keep him from doing exactly that.

Eager as she'd ever been to feel a load of cum inside of her, Shannon finally broke the kiss and pulled her son's head all the way down to the pillow with her own, her cheek brushing upon his, her lips kissing a trail all the way up to the base of his ear.

"You're close," she whispered, feeling the familiar, orgasmic throb of a man, but for the first time, she knew it from her own son's flesh; every man was unique, in that way, but Sully's cock was absolutely _delightful_to be wrapped around. "I feel it...I feel that , Sully."

"I can't...h-help it..."

"Don't," she ordered, her voice more hurried every time she spoke to him. "Don't you dare hold back, baby...k-keep thrusting! Keep f-fucking me!"

Wincing, gritting his fangs, tensing his stomach--every trick he'd ever learned to keep his orgasm at bay--all proved meaningless in the face of his mother's tight, fluttering passage.

Those soaking walls and their talented, eager muscles milked the juices right out of his cock, forcing the first gush of his cum to flood deep into the heated flesh of her womanhood.

"Mom, I...I t-think I'm...c-cumming," he whimpered at first, but feeling her legs kick against his back in a forceful demand, he came further into his own confidence, thrusting all the way through his overwhelming pleasures. "I'm cumming!"

His second cry was the defiant, powerful declaration that she wanted to hear. "That's good...t-that's so good, baby...fill me up...c-cum with your mommy!" she called back to him, her voice reaching such a peak that she heard it echoing off the vaulted ceiling of the master bedroom.

Such a forbidden, twisted phrase bouncing back to her ears was a fringe bonus: a final, toe-curling bonus that left plentiful, slick juices spilling back out of her sex and utterly soaking her son's cock.

Even when his plentiful yield spilled back out of her body and trickled down her backside, she didn't let him out.

She wouldn't let him budge an inch, as the reality of what she'd done mingled with the earthly pleasure of the very same.

Not until I'm done with you, she thought. Maybe that's tonight, maybe I never will be...but until then, you're not going anywhere, Sully...