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The Morning After, by DragonMasterX.

When Crest's eyes opened, his blurred vision immediately was at odds with the morning sun. The blinds were open in his bedroom so light was pouring in and there was nothing the hungover young hybrid between wolf and fox could do to stop it.

"Why is it so early already...?" hissed Crest, seizing the pillow from under his head and using it to smother his face, shielding his tired eyes from sunlight. "Why won't you take Sundays off, Sun? It's right there in the name, jeez!"

His breathing slowed down after a few grumbles. Realizing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now that he had woken up, Crest decided to live with the fact the star outside had won and he would have to get up. Pillow flying into the air, the folf hopped off the bed and instantly regretted his haste. Failing to get proper purchase, his feet stumbled and he found himself smashing his right shoulder against the window-side wall. "Oof. Too much..." he groaned, rubbing at his banged shoulder while straightening up.

The phrase "too much" lingered in his head for a moment. "How much did I have last night...?" the folf asked himself, trying to recount the previous night's events. All he remembered was going to a bar with his friends and staying there until late; details hazy. Crest wasn't a booze hound by any measure, so all he could reason out was that he'd been dared into getting black-out drunk.

Sluggishly making his way outside he headed to the bathroom, fluffy tail lazily trailing behind him. The faucet's hissing made his ears twitch, and elicited a groggy yawn in reaction. After a quick splash of water to his face, Crest realized his throat was dry and leaned down against the sink, canine tongue shoveling much needed moisture into his parched mouth.

Crest turned the water off and wiped his snout, quickly giving himself a once over in front of the mirror. He was a young adult of a hybrid, with sturdy muscle owed to his wolven side yet compacted into a lean build thanks to fox genes. A short brown coat of fur covered most of his body, darkening at the last half of his snout. White fur adorned his neck, running a narrow vertical line from his cranium down to his black nose, covering the inside of his ears and circling both of his blue eyes. One of those seemed much less white than usual.

"Aw, crud. Where'd that...?" he interrupted himself, leaning in closer to the sink mirror and bringing a paw under his blackened right eye, "Fuck..." Crest hissed in pain the moment he touched the lightly swollen area. "Definitely had too much. Hhh..." he hissed, again, as he stubbornly applied pressure with his fingers. "It's not too bad. Still handsome," Crest smiled through the pulsing pain, "Still gonna need ice for this."

The more he thought about it - now spurred by curiosity fueled by the tell-tale sign of an uncommonly exciting night - the more Crest was blanking on the previous night's activities. He came to realize he couldn't even recall how he had gotten back home; but the more pressing matter was discovering the source of that black eye. Outside of videogames, the folf didn't consider himself particularly violent, but he was secretly hoping a fight had been involved because if he found out he'd tripped, fallen and hit himself he'd probably never live it down with his friends.

Despite how eager he was to get back to his bedroom to get his phone and browse his DMs, he wanted to get a pack of ice off the kitchen. Plus, something smelled really good and that was all his stomach needed to open up hangover-notwithstanding. "Smells like bacon and..." Crest's hurried step carried him half-way to the small apartment's kitchen before he suddenly came to a stop.

He had just woken up in his bedroom, and he lived alone in his apartment. "Who is cooking right now...?" he softly asked himself, inwards, with a skipped heart-beat. Foot paws practically slid over the floor as Crest quietly padded over the rest of the short connecting hallway. Sizzling became audible to his standing ears finally, and with slight trepidation he approached his snout into the kitchen. The folf's blue eyes widened at the tall, curvaceous figure greeting them.

Standing in front of the stove was a female coated in smooth light-blue fur with darker patches on her ankles and foot paws. A long, diamond-tipped tail lazily swished back and forth, drawing Crest's attention to the woman's back which was entirely nude save for the white straps of cloth tied above the waist.

Crest's tongue did a sideways loll, metaphorically and literally tripping over the question he'd been meaning to ask. Two perfectly spherical gluts stuck out under her tail like a pair of basketball halves firmly pressed against each other. As the cook swayed to the tune of a hum, Crest could swear he heard those succulent rump cheeks jostling and knocking into each other, producing faint meaty plaps. And he noted that she wasn't entirely nude, with a wedged-in pink thong practically playing sexy mind-tricks with his senses. Atop slender legs that seemed to go on forever, that plump and juicy ass seemed to be calling out to the young folf.

"I'm still dreaming." Crest concluded with a sigh and a chuckle, believing not a second of this clichéd erotic moment could be real. He was seeing no one after all.

The cyan bottom heavy cook's humming came to a stop, a husky voice coming from her to address Crest's concern: "Oh, it's no dream, sweetie," she said, scraping something off the frying pan; probably eggs which smelled just as delicious as the bacon did. She kicked the stove down to low before turning her head sideways to glance at Crest. "But you were taking your time waking up, so I got myself comfortable and got breakfast going," she sensually narrowed her eyes with a coquettish smile that could've melted a glacier.

Now that Crest was getting a good sideways view of her face and torso, Crest could see the rest of that gorgeous Glaceon's features. Dark blue fur at her wrists and hands, inside her long, pointy ears and at the diamond tips of those strips hanging off the crest of her forehead like waist-length hair bangs. Even though he noted she had a head of shoulder-length blue hair, Crest couldn't stop staring at her smoking hot figure. After the flare of her wide hips her waist collapsed her figure into a concave angle, finishing the hourglass shape with a bust-line that would've put any Miltank to shame.

Crest's mouth hung open a little, but only air came out. His eyes followed those curves top to bottom and then back up, feeling himself throb at the generously ample amount of breast meat he could see pressed out sideways by the cooking apron that Glaceon had borrowed from him. It was clear to Crest now that the apron and her thong was all that husky-voiced babe was wearing.

"Ara ara~" the sound of her voice suddenly softened down to a dulcet tone several pitches higher, yet dripping with raw sexual appeal that nearly made Crest lose it. "Raring to go, already, mm? Don't tell me this old lady is getting you this hot and bothered."

Crest couldn't believe how hot that "old lady" was for a Pokémon known for its frigidity. He neither could believe that it had taken him this long to realize he was standing butt naked at the doorway to his kitchen in front of a stranger. His snout became redder than a tomato as his paws flew down to cover his distended sheath which was exposing his member.

"Heehee. My, how shy. Nothing like yesterday," the Glaceon purred, finally pulling the pan off the fire before plating the food.

"Wuh-wait, yesterday?" Crest couldn't help but perk his ears up, "You mean we...?"

Turning towards Crest with a platter on her hand, the icy blue lady couldn't help giggling, bringing the back of her free paw in front of her mouth in a dignified manner. "You didn't think I'd broken into your home, did you, darling...?" she paused, furrowed her brow and answered for him: "You don't remember last night."

Still a bit bewildered, Crest could only shake his head negative. The pulsing in his paws grew worse as he watched that long-legged beauty saunter over to the kitchen counter, where she left the first plate of food down before continuing her showy stride in his direction. "Duh-don't get the wrong idea I uh..." Crest stammered with an uneasy grin. He was still feeling the effects of his hangover and his wits weren't at the top of his game just yet.

When the Glaceon stopped mere inches from her chest colliding with his nude pectorals, Crest finally took dimension of just how massive her rack was. The apron was hardly able to contain those slightly-fur-ruffled light-blue mounds, jiggling over their makeshift support. Crest himself was a pretty tall folf, at least taller than the average wolf or fox, so the fact he had only one or two inches on her height was pretty humbling. "Don't you remember me, sweetie?" she puckered her lips into a pout, arms folding under her pillowy shelf and inadvertently pushing her mounds together into a cleavage one could lose themselves into.

Crest was shaking with arousal. It was all he could do to keep his growing member to brush his paws aside, exposing his indecency. But that temptress didn't seem to be bothered at all. In all likelihood what she had implied was the truth, but his head was still a mess. "Sorry, lady. I can't even remember your name..."

"Alexus," the woman said, "I don't blame you. I told it to you just once..." Glancing up at him, the arctic feline put a dainty paw on his right cheek, careful to miss the swollen part under the eye. "Poor baby. But the swelling seems to be going down. How about some breakfast? I'll get you some ice to put on that."

"Ahh!" something in Crest's head clicked, "Alexus, you... you were there last night. You were outside the bar, weren't you?"

"Mmhm. Do you remember now, Crest, dear?" Alexus moved her hand from his cheek with a smile and put it on his head, gently pushing down on it until his snout dipped into that soft pair at her chest. "My big brave boy."

"Mmphh...!" Crest wanted to protest, but his manhood was convincing him to shut up. The way she was smothering him introduced fluffy softness the likes of which memory foam could not replicate, yet she seemed to have enough care to allow him breathing. "Did we drink together...?"

"Not at the bar, but ahh..." Alexus paused, hooking an arm around his waist while gently stroking his head, "I couldn't resist bringing a bottle of Pinot Noir over with us," she turned her head away from Crest for a moment, nodding towards two empty glasses, one with lipstick stain, and a wine bottle on the other side of the counter. "Excitement like that awakens a certain thirst only quality wine can sate, hee hee..." she let out another one of those dignified giggles before remarking: "I admit it was perhaps too much for a youngster. The way you exited the bar you seemed to already be inebriated so if you're feeling heavy-headed, that's on me, sweetie."

Crest was half-way into falling asleep against Alexus' prodigious bust, when her account awakened yet another memory; this one making his black eye sting. The wolf pulled back and looked at the Glaceon, "You were there with those goons. In the- the alleyway, right? Dang. My buddies had already left. Got my ass whooped, didn't I?"

"Oh. You did pretty well against the first two, but not even I could've expected the other two miscreants that got you from behind," Alexus explained, reaching down and grabbing Crest's paw in her own. As if it was her own home she led him over to the kitchen counter and sat him down in front of the plate she had set down earlier. "Now eat. You need protein for that headache. Eating well will help you heal faster, too."

As she left for her own plate, Crest looked down at what Alexus had prepared. The eggs were still a bit runny and the bacon a tad overdone, but it still all smelled pretty good. And she was right: He was starving; probably his body demanding nourishment. He stabbed one of the bacon strips, scooped a forkful of eggs and hungrily chewed it up in moments.

"How is it? I admit I haven't touched the kitchen in years," Alexus casually mentioned as she joined Crest at the counter with her own plate. Just as her dainty paws and graceful movements indicated, she began to eat with pause and lady-like mannerism.

"Pretty good, thanks," Crest nodded, swallowing his second bite. "So uhm... Sorry, head's still fuzzy. We met outside the bar, right? And then I got into a fight..."

"You were pretty drunk," Alexus admitted after cleaning grease and egg from her lips using a napkin. "But you also moved pretty quick. I was getting mugged by a wolf and his Drowzee companion."

"Mugged?" Crest incredulously repeated, wanting to kick himself in the head for having no clear memory of that event. All he wanted to know after remembering his black was how the other guy had been left.

"Accosted, first, to be precise," Alexus corrected herself, giving a little shrug with her eyes closed. "My fault for wanting to mingle in the bad part of town, I suppose. I don't get out much these days, you see."

"And you were out alone, Alexus?"

"Oh, you can call me Alex, honey," Alexus gave Crest a one-eye-open smile. She leaned in, her plate sliding across the counter bumped by her squishy rack, "Or you could continue calling me what you called me last night," she bit her lips, narrowing those dark-blue-sclera, white-pupil eyes of hers before pouting. "I only wanted a little excitement. A small break from my monotonous life. But you're right in implying I was reckless in not going out with a friend or two. It certainly didn't help I forgot to leave my good bag back home..."

Crest did a hard swallow of his third bite, pupils dilating with every inch those massive milkers occupied on the counter as Alexus slid her arm across, resting her cheek on her knuckles with a bored expression.

"I'm not a petite woman, Crest, and I don't suffer pigs or thugs," the Glaceon smirked at his clearly occupied gaze, "But I'm no martial artist. When push came to shove, I didn't know how to get rid of those drunken idiots. Lucky for me, another drunken moron came to my rescue."

One of Crest's eyebrows lifted and he gave her a wry smile, "Thanks, I guess?"

"It was moronic to get in a fight with those odds, honey," Alexus nodded, "But it was thanks to that moron that I didn't get mugged in a back alley, or worse."

"It's coming back to me, slowly. They kept trying to cop a feel, and you were shouting," Crest's nostrils flared. His breakfast was starting to taste sour all of a sudden. "I think I pulled on the Drowzee's trunk and then hit him with it. Thought it was a hose... Hard to tell how much I thought it was all a street brawl and how much it was real," he chuckled for a moment, "Then I think I took your bag out of the wolf's hands and then punched him out before he could say anything and then..."

Alexus interrupted with a slow, patient nod, "...and then their friends got you. I was still in shock, but in all that commotion, all four of them suddenly left."

"Police show up?" Crest shook his head. Alexus nodded.

"They heard the sirens and thought somebody had called it in," the Glaceon couldn't help but chuckle; her first non-dignified laugh of the day. She stretched, making that apron suffer more with her huge boobs pressing against the fabric, and sat upright again. "I thought it was a lucky break. But I couldn't just leave you, my savior, down there in the floor. So I asked your name, I gave you mine, and then... well..." she gave him a quiet smile.

Crest blushed a little, slowly setting his fork down. "The wine..." he looked back at the bottle and glasses.

"I did say I'd been looking for excitement, sweetie. And you were so exciting from the get go..." Alexus got off from her chair, sauntering around the counter to grab Crest's empty plate and stacked it with her own before gently patting him on the head, right between the ears. As she gave him light scratches, Alexus leaned down, breasts almost smothering the side of his face this time, and whispered: "You. Even. Called. Me. Mommy~"

Crest almost choked with the last of his food in his mouth. His raging hard-on hit the countertop from below. Indeed, erotic imagery began to flash through his mind as he recollected the actions from last night. Alexus was a total MILF. She had told him about her two daughters being young adults around his age. As he watched her sauntering over to the sink to clean up after them, Crest now understood why the mounds at her chest sloshed so much when she moved; despite that mature countenance her body seemed more than happy to continue lactating. His paws were starting to grip the countertop, tongue licking his lips.

He still couldn't believe his luck, getting to hit that total babe of a Glaceon, and hated himself for having drunk so much he had nearly forgotten about it. "Can't say I should never drink again or if I should get blackout drunk every Saturday night from now on." He thought to himself, brain completely lucid except for the lack of blood flowing somewhere else.

"I heard you coughing a bit, dear. Forgive me, I forgot to get you something to drink," Alexus stopped the faucet after giving the plates and frying pan a good soak, stepping towards Crest's refrigerator. "Get you a glass of...?" she paused to bend over, searching the fridge with a frown. "Mm... you seem to be out of milk."

"Oh, I don't know about that."

"Ara ara~!" Alexus squeaked when she not only felt something exceptionally warm pressing against her ass, but two hands slipping into the apron from the sides and groping her huge Glaceon boobs. "Crest!" she laughed and moaned, wiggling her hips back against him as he got handsy with her large assets.

"God, everything about you is so hot, Mommy," Crest grinned, nuzzling Alexus' neck while dry humping her rump. "Worth the black eye. Would've gotten both if you told me it hadn't been enough, y'know. These are amazing," he complimented while eagerly fondling the Glaceon's fat mommy milkers. "So freaking soft..."

"Mmnnn... You couldn't get your hands off them last night either, darling," Alexus cooed, motioning her hips in a circle to capture Crest's knotted folf dick smack-dab between her ass cheeks to tease him. "Glad you're back to normal. Here I thought making you breakfast would get you all over me..." she bit her lips and glanced back at him with a hungry stare, "Then again, maybe it did." She reached back, slowly undoing the strap knot on her apron, finally loosening it around her bosom.

"Still kinda hungry, though," growled the horny folf. His lean muscles began to bulge as he tensed up with arousal. In a move that surprised the equally horny Glaceon, Crest dropped her tits and instead groped her ass. "Been teasing me all morning with this caked up dump truck. Now I'm hungry for Mommy's cake."

"Oh my..." Alexus gasped, feeling Crest's grip on her hips as he took to fondling her thick buttocks. "That crass way of speaking, mm. I don't hear it anymore. Young men are simply the best," her tail moved out of the way with an eager swish, "What are you going to do now, dear...? Oh!"

Surprising Alexus again, Crest slid himself down against her back, kneeling behind her. His claws parted her hefty, round rump cakes to the sides and he dug his snout into the intergluteal cleft. The mother had no choice but use her hand paws to catch herself from falling forwards thanks to the weight Crest was applying on her. Stumbling for just a moment when she felt his cold nose at her backdoor, Alexus found herself gripping the open fridge door to keep her balance.

Crest was rubbing his face all over that ass. The scent of her arousal had no escape from his powerful canine nose; she smelled sweet and needy. While fondling Alexus' behind, his mouth let loose the folf's tongue, which he used to lap at and run up plump and juicy Glaceon thighs. All that oral attention however was being obstructed by Alexus' underwear. He had forgotten it was even there thanks to how wedged-in it was!

"What are you doing down there, young man...? Ah!" Alexus seized up a little, feeling the waistband on her thong tighten all of a sudden at her front. She heard a snarl making her booty quake, and deduced Crest had caught her underwear in his teeth and was currently tugging on it like some sort of feral pup playing a game.

Crest pulled and pulled, and the only reason he didn't shred through the fabric was due to the last vestiges of conscience telling him not to break the MILF's lingerie. Dipping his snout down, he managed to pull down Alexus' underwear down to her knees, at which point his mouth let go and he finished pushing them down to her ankles with his thumbs. "Bend over a little more, will you? I said I'm hungry."

"Ara ara! Such an eager folf...!" Alexus exclaimed with a husky moan, and quickly did as requested. Shifting the weight of one arm off the fridge door and onto its top she adjusted herself to bend over some more, firmly planting her feet and propping those long legs as perfectly vertical as she could manage. That rump bounced with the motion. It bounced, jostled, jiggled and clapped for Crest's amusement, and he wasted no time in sinking his whole face right between the meaty gluts to once again pamper it with worship.

With thick tongue running up and down Alexus' taint, he covered ground between the bottom of her pussy and tail hole in long-winded circles. The thick MILF moaned and shook with arousal, vibrating as if an electrical current went through her each time Crest completed a cycle. It didn't take long for Alexus to lose that perfect leg verticality to his stimulation, causing her to sag and press the weight of her ass down on his head. "Mmnnghaaaa... guh-good boy. Kiss Mommy's pussy, make her feel good!"

Groaning from the sudden weight, Crest could feel his head practically swallowed by that soft, fat ass. The 'cheeks were touching his shoulders, having basically turned him into her throne. Fitting for the MILF Queen, he thought. Tail wagging fast, Crest didn't relent and put his mouth to good use, pressing it against the feline's swollen, aching vulva. Alexus' squirming made it difficult finding the entrance, but he settled for collecting sweet nectar dripping out from her wet sex.

"Ahhh... nnghh... oh this is so exciting. Why didn't you start with this last night, darling?!" cried an excited Alexus, finally tossing the loose apron over her head and joining Crest in complete nudity. She panted, gripping her icy-blue nipples and tugging on them. As the nubs became hard from stimuli so too did they begin to moisten around the areola. Her dainty paws could hardly match the stud's earlier brutish grip however.

Crest could of course not even come close to responding. His head had all but vanished into the Glaceon's huge ass and his tongue was busy slurping what he could of her pussy juice. His own paws simply couldn't move away from Alexus' ass cheeks, massaging and squeezing them like giant stress balls. Now _this_excellent feeling he totally could remember.

Soon enough however, the MILF's moans became needy whimpers. Her hips started wiggling aggressively to the sweet tone of her begging: "Enough foreplay, honey. Mommy needs something more... something more filling...!"

And Crest let her know that she wasn't alone in that opinion. His angry-red cock was throbbing, already dripping pre-seminal fluid down on the kitchen floor right behind Alexus' foot paws. The time for foreplay had indeed come to an end.

The fridge door slammed closed when the horny folf hooked an arm around Alexus' waist and pulled her over to the left where the kitchen pantry was. It was a small piece of furniture with a counter adjoined to the kitchen-proper. As Crest stood up and pressed himself down onto the needy MILF's back, Alexus landed both of her paws on the counter for support.

With little reason to use their words any longer, Crest's turgid member slid across the Glaceon's buttocks, down and between her thighs and touched its tip against her vulva. Both of them let out a hiss, shuddering with anticipation. Alexus gasped when Crest penetrated, her cunt juices aiding with lubrication.

Her insides were surprisingly warm for an Ice-type; and even though she wasn't the tightest he had been in the ingress felt smooth and pleasant. However, she wasn't just lying there taking it. Alexus took to rolling her hips, alternating between smothering Crest's groin in ass meat and bouncing those thick 'cheeks over his meat. As a result, the trip to stuff all nine inches of that canine member inside that woman was a protracted one.

Moaning in pleasure, Crest responded with strong thrusting, sinking his dick deeper into the Glaceon's cooch. He felt her warmth wrap around him tightly, and those sweet, needy mewls of hers only worked to excite him more. "Mrrrrgh..." he grunted once he was hilted up to the knot. Before he continued however, Crest threw his weight down on her, mounting Alexus like a dog.

The Glaceon sighed, feeling his sweaty fur rubbing against her. The boy had yet to take his morning shower, so the air of breakfast was getting heavy with his musk now. Alexus tightened her long legs together, thighs sandwiching her stud's testicles together. With great control, the MILF grinded his sack between those plump hams, making Crest whimper. "Come now, Crest, dear," she purred, fingers daintily walking over his hands on the counter before taking and bringing them in to the side of her prodigious bosom.

Overwhelmed by the pleasant insertion and thigh-to-ball massage he was getting as he was; Crest got the message pretty quick. His paws knocked hers to the side and he took over, sliding his fingers under her counter-pancaked boobs before cupping them in a steely grip.

"Ahhh...!" Alexus cried out at the first squeeze, her ears shooting up as she felt milk trickle out of her nipples and over the folf's paws. With a dominant snarl, he followed up by biting down on the feline Pokémon's neck. "Oh, such roughness...!" she squeezed his balls harder, making Crest grunt and execute a powerful pelvic thrust. The first of many.

The kitchen was soon filled with Alexus' moaning and Crest's beast-like growls as he fucked her against the pantry. One could hear the silverware drawer attached to the counter chiming each time they humped. With his balls free, Crest's sac smacked into Alexus's ass each time he followed up on a thrust. And each time she squealed in delight. Between her juices flowing and his precum lining her love tunnel, insertion only became easier as they went and soon enough the pace had significantly increased to frantic levels.

And then all of a sudden, the humping came to a stop. Crest's fangs released Alexus' neck, and Alexus let out a whimper. "Cuh-Crest, darling, don't stop... Mommy's so close...!"

Calmly removing his dairy-wet fingers from the whimpering Alexus' hefty bosom, Crest pulled himself up without bothering to remove his dick from her cunt. "Mommy needs a milking," the folf decreed and crossed his arms down, grabbing onto Alexus' long legs. She could only squeak with shock as Crest twisted her legs, and in doing so twisted her around as well. Ending with her back against the counter she now faced her stud; blue eyes focused solely on her huge mammaries which were covered in a light layer of sweat and breastmilk. "And I'm so thirsty."

"Ohh... oh darling...!" Alexus cried out as Crest hurled himself onto her like a beast. Arms let go of her legs in favor of hugging her by the waist, biceps and triceps bulging with strength as he pulled her off the counter. "Ooooh, whee! How fun...!" Alexus giggled, clearly feeling like a young girl being manhandled like this. Her legs locked around his hips, and her arms around his neck. "Ara ara! My boy is stronger than he even looks!" she celebrated with a grin, smothering his face in her fat blue jugs.

And that was all Crest had been hoping for. He deposited Alexus big ass on the counter to relieve a little bit of that weight off himself so that he could free his paws and get them back on her tits. Without speaking a word, he pulled his face away from that marshmallow heaven and shoved those milk truck tits together with his palms. This elicited a cry of pleasure from Alexus, but an even bigger moan came out when Crest reached up to run his canine tongue over the dark blue nipples practically touching each other.

Sweet and creamy, Crest thought, suckling in those white droplets popping off the areolae and the nubs. He alternated between nuzzling and licking, but what truly made Alexus throw her head back in bliss was when he popped one of her nipples into his canine muzzle and started nursing. "Ohhhh... ohh yes! Mommy needed this soooo much...!"

And invigorated by the milk drink, Crest's hips began to move again. With Alexus' legs crossed behind him, his thrusts became much shallower, inviting a much faster rhythm than before. It was animalistic pounding and the pantry was shaking under their combined weight and force. Alexus contributed by matching the rolling of her hips with his thrusts, harmonizing the once crude pelvic exercise into true love-making direction.

Crest drank and humped away, alternating nipples until that became too bothersome and he decided to smash those titties together as close as possible. With Alexus' nipples practically grinding against each other, his muzzle opened as wide as it would go and he greedily stuffed both teats inside with as much boob flesh as it would spill in. "God, her boobs are so fucking huge I can barely get both nipples inside...!" he thought, taken in by the MILF's incredible endowments, and also the near-uninterrupted flow of that delicious breastmilk.

Slick noises joined the cacophony of horny sounds bouncing off the kitchen walls. Between the pounding and the intimate milking, the Glaceon could hardly hang on any longer. She cried out in bliss, hitting an orgasm so powerful her pussy juice squirted out all over the folf's groin. Crest himself wasn't able to hold on for long either. She had turned him on so much all morning, driven him up the wall with horniness, and now with those tits all over his face and her vaginal tunnel squeezing down from her climax his dick couldn't resist any longer.

With a growl of initial discomfort, Crest felt his knot inflate, thickening to the point of spreading and sealing Alexus' temple entrance with its increased girth. The Glaceon mewled, biting down on one of her knuckles to stifle a less-than-lady-like grunt, readying herself to take what was to come.

The folf's cock finally stopped throbbing, and the knotting was making it impossible to slide it any longer. Crest roared into Alexus' milk tanks, spilling cream and drool all over. He came hard, ejaculating with such force that Alexus could feel her mons briefly bulging. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and began screaming in delight. Cum filled her, but it couldn't get out thanks to Crest's knot. She felt it sloshing inside, pushing past her cervix and flooding into her uterus.

When he was done pouring, Crest's muscles finally distended. He fell forwards, almost slipping on his feet but catching himself just in time to end up knocking himself against Alexus who ended up lying on her back over the pantry with the sexually exhausted folf neatly nestled in her bosom.

After they were done panting and could catch their breath, Alexus was the first to speak. Her right hand landed on his head and she began to toy with the fur on his scalp, scratching right between the ears. His tail could only lazily wag.

"Ara ara~ This is one sturdy counter." Alexus giggled.

After a significantly quieter yet no less intimate shower together, Crest and Alexus finally decided to get clothed again. In Crest's bedroom, she had set all of her things atop Crest's desk chair which had ended turned around; the reason he had missed her clothes when he'd woken up earlier.

The motherly Glaceon was finishing to hook her lacy bra back on with surprising ease when the half-dressed Crest said: "It's only 11. You sure you gotta go already, Alex? Could spend the rest of Sunday uhh... hanging out." The folf grinned.

"Oh yes. Pass me my blouse, please," Alexus held out her hand, chest jiggling in place before settling thanks to the large bra's support. Crest passed her the article of clothing without taking his eyes off the Glaceon's cleavage. "Hungry boy," she joked before throwing her blouse on and buttoning it up; leaving two buttons off of course. "I've been away since last night. And being off the grid is kind of fun but I didn't really plan on worrying my butler this long," she smirked, shaking her smartphone in her hand; Crest couldn't see the fourteen missed calls and forty-seven notifications.

"Butler?" Crest repeated in his head, blinking rapidly in surprise.

Alexus smiled, finishing applying rouge on her pillowy lips before sauntering over to Crest and putting a hand on top of his head. She really liked playing with his fluffy ears. "Crest dear, would you be interested in a job?"

"The uh wuh...?" Crest stammered, having a hard time looking away from her rolling hips and sloshing chest. He wondered just how much milk was still in that MILF's rack.

"Call the number on this card, sweetie," Alexus reached into her fancy, golden-rimmed bag hanging from her arm and fished out what looked like a business card. Before handing it over though, she pressed her lips to the card, leaving a big, fat, red kiss on its empty space.

Crest shivered, hurriedly crossing his legs to stuff his revitalized erection into his boxers. With a flustered huff he swiped the card off Alexus' hands and read it. "Findlay & Roberts, huh? Like... is this a law firm or something?"

"The first of those names is mine," Alexus explained, kicking back one feet at a time to fit her stiletto heels on. "Recent events have taught me the necessity of having a trustworthy, handsome young man on hand. I want my next Saturday off to be..." she paused, fitting her black skirt back on right, popping her tail out comfortably, "...exciting, yet mostly worry-free, if you catch my drift."

"Yuh-yeah, drift caught..." Crest slowly nodded, though he was still a little hesitant. "So, I just show up to this address?"

"Call first, set up an interview with Marcy. Use the words "Security Consultant". I'll make sure to show up to your job interview," Alexus winked, tapping away at her smartphone before sauntering away towards Crest's desk chair to get her coat. She paused in front of his desktop computer's display, turned back and narrowed her eyes at him with a roguish smirk. "You're such a cutie. Going to see me off at the door, boy?"

Disappointed that Alexus had to leave but satisfied with the idea of meeting her again, Crest didn't waste time escorting the beautiful MILF out. She didn't kiss him on the lips, but made sure to give him a head pat and to leave a deep, crimson lipstick mark on his forehead before sauntering away into the street. He watched her click those high heels away, hips rolling oh so enticingly. The limo that picked her up was what made him drop his jaw the most.

Back inside his apartment, Crest deposited his behind atop his messy bed, laughing to himself. "What did I get myself into, other than the hottest Glaceon I've ever seen...?" he asked the air, turning the business card onto the side kissed by Alexus Findlay. Glancing up from it and at his PC across his small bedroom, Crest's smirk disappeared.

He'd forgotten to shut his computer off and realized his desktop wallpaper, a scene from his favorite porn MILF webcomic, was what had given Alexus pause earlier.

"...and a really cool Mommy."

The End.