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Jura shivered and pulled down another swallow, urgency and nervousness thrumming through him in equal portions as his arm continued its rhythmic motion. So many countless instances now of brushing together, feeling at each other, learning the contours and shapes of each other's bodies, always with the insistent knowledge and thought that it was something they really shouldn't - and yet something about that recognition just made it that much more enticing.

By now this angle and view from where he sat, straight up in a chair pulled awkwardly up to the edge of the master bedroom's mattress, had become nearly as familiar as any other: rich verdant green feathers smoothing down and out around the underside of his mother's belly, spreading out and turning to downy fluff tinted pink with the warmth of natural flesh and arousal there between her legs, slickened and glistening with wetness as two fingers played slowly, teasingly away at herself. She lounged back at the edge of the bed there, her legs occasionally rubbing against his, careful fingers slipping between spread lips, or up along revealed inner flesh, or plunging to the first, then second, then third knuckle inside of herself, holding there, drawing back... and all for him.

He swallowed again, straightened up, squeezed his hand down to the base of his hard length, and held there a moment, then continued in his indulgence and enjoyment of the display. His heart leapt each and every time he looked up to meet her eyes, his mother's gaze, seen in so many other situations so many times before throughout the past, now locking tight on his and daring him to go further. This had started at her insistence of course, with her catching him on the way to the bathroom just after he had woken up, morning wood holding his boxers far out in front of him and bouncing side to side as he walked; anticipation soon paired with the expected touch then cast those boxers aside, and a couple encouraging words and teasing displays soon sat him down in this chair taking care of that morning distraction, all for her pleasure.

Or maybe she had put herself on display like this for _his_pleasure, or maybe it was a little bit of both. The young male sat back a bit, nervously rested his other hand on her revealed thigh, and spread her further, gaze once more trailing down from her beak, across her bared breasts, and down to the slick wet sex close enough that he could feel the humid heat wafting off of it. If he paused and focused he could smell her on the air too, also familiar after so many showers together, so many evenings spent doing just this, so many other, smaller instances. So many times already had he had that same scent soaking into his fingers or smeared across his beak, enough that each inhalation brought it right back and sent a stir through him. He swallowed again, rolled his shoulders, and tenderly brought that hand up towards the center, his mother's drawing aside to allow him access.

Warm, silken wet skin pulling and shifting easily to the slightest touch, leaving a film of that same moisture across his fingers wherever he touched. He felt his mother shiver at the contact and grind herself forward, just bringing that heat even closer: of course he had already gone through countless fantasies of what it might be like to finally go _that_far, his hard shaft twitching so close to her, so much so that it would be easy - effortless, even - to angle his hips, tilt himself down, and plunge right up inside of her where those fingers had been just a moment before, where his thumb now circled around. Almost spongy in its texture, malleable and soft, he easily slid that digit into slick squeezing depths, warmth sucking all around him; Jura closed his eyes, swallowed again, and pumped at himself faster and harder, imagining it instead to be his length that he pressed into her, yet still unable to actually take that step.

Not now. Not yet. Maybe not-

But the sensation of another hand draping across his own brought him right back to the present, accompanied by the squeaking of the springs in the mattress as his mother pulled herself upright. Her legs bumped against his again, she let out a little noise of effort in sitting up, and then she reached down to roll his balls into her fingers, cupping and massaging gently, thumb on top tugging at the supple sack of skin. Even that little pull was enough to tug at his tender foreskin and roll it back across a head thoroughly slickened with dripping pre, so Jura drew both of his away and sat back, gripping the arms of the chair for support.

Once more her eyes met his, knowing, daring. Again and again she rolled and squeezed there, other hand coming in to tease the ring of supple skin up along the rim, then releasing it again so that it slid naturally back, just that sensation more than enough to make him clench his jaw and shiver. Catching onto this she did so again, and again, then brought both hands up, rolled the sleek skin all the way forward, drew him closer towards her by pressing on the top of his shaft - and then to his combined surprise, delight, and dread, slid his underside there between her arousal-slickened lips.

Jura's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment panic lanced through him. "Wait, Mom, I-"

But when she rocked her hips forward and back against him soon he saw, or rather felt, what she was doing: as she grinded herself against, around him the skin slid smoothly back and forth, now with the slickness of her warmth slurping against his hard shaft from underneath pinned between there and her spread fingers, in just the right place. Even while sitting still and letting her drag herself back and forth across him he felt the urgency start to simmer and then boil, dreadfully slowly until he squirmed, clacked his beak, scraped his talons along the chair's arms, and bucked against his mother, thrusting forward on top of her between her hips, beneath her fingers.

The first spurt shot up and smacked across her breasts, then the second streaked over the feathers of her lower belly, and the third veered off to one side to dribble down to the bed, and the fourth more oozed out... and coated her clit, revealed underneath the tug of his cock between her lips and her fingers, in milky, pearly white that strayed dangerously close.

Now a thumb came down, smeared the last dribbles of his load over his hypersensitive head - Jura gasped and jerked back free from her hands - and his mother then brought that hand to her beak, tongue flashing out to lap up the mess.

"Yes, Jura?" she cooed. In another moment she had returned that hand between her legs, fingers digging deep, satisfying the urge that neither of them had dared to indulge just yet. "You wanted to say something?"

The back of the chair reached out to grasp his body as he slumped back, panting from an open mouth - but it was the soft, wet slurping of fingers against slick flesh that drew his attention back. Despite himself and his nervousness, he still wanted to see as much of it as he could, as often as he could.

"No, I'm..." He swallowed again. "I'm good."

"Yeah." His mother spread her legs again and leaned back. "I'd bet you are."