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His Mother's Guidance

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Artie had never been all that great with the ladies. He'd been the typical gangly teenager and, well, calling him an ugly duckling, when, of course, he had matured into the swan that he was, would have been an apt way to describe him. Yet everyone that he'd known hadn't seemed to quite fit their bodies when they had been teens. He'd settled, of course, at nineteen, and was comfortable in his own skin and feathers, yet that hadn't changed things at all for him at college.

He was a swan but hadn't been able to attract anyone with his slight body, a little on the thin side as his splendid plumage slicked down to his body. He didn't seem all that able to fluff it up, not really. But...he wished he could. If only to talk more easily, to not feel like he was retreating into himself.

At college, the swan tentatively approached a blue jay sitting on a bench with a textbook out. She was in one of his classes - not his major, but close enough - and it was at least some common ground. The swan took a deep breath, trying not to tuck down the sweep of his white-feathered tail too closely to his body, sunshine glancing off the pure white.

"Uh... Hey... Talia?"

He clacked his beak sheepishly as the blue jay looked up at him, a little confused.

"Oh, hey, Artie," she said, sitting back a little. "Everything okay? You look a little...queasy."

And he was. There was no harm in Talia, nothing nasty at all, but he still felt awkward and flustered in her presence. And the presence of any femfurs that he tried to chat to, one on one. He was even awkward when it came to group assignments, though he had managed to get through them, simply as he needed a good grade. He hadn't gone to college for no reason, after all, though it was a campus close to his home still, as it had lined up nicely with the courses that he had wanted to take.

"I'm... Heh, yeah, feeling a little off today," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, ruffling up his feathers in the wrong direction. "Yeah... Sorry to bug you, Talia, sorry..."

And then he was off, shuffling away and shaking his head, not knowing what else to do. He hadn't meant to be so flustered, yet his tongue was always tied and glued to the roof of his mouth!

So it was that he slumped home that day and plopped down on the sofa, diving into a new video game to take his mind off things. It wasn't as if he was going to be able to focus on doing any coursework that day, not after a flustered, awkward interaction like that.

"What's got you down, darling?"

His mother, Luna, leaned over the back of the sofa, the older swan knowing him too well to not realise just when he was feeling under the weather. Her large breasts from her voluptuous, curvy body, pressed over the sofa, brushing his shoulder before she murmured an apology and shifted her weight away.

"I... Hm..."

Artie squirmed. It was kind of awkward talking about it to his mother but...she was his mom and she'd always looked after him.

"It's just this bird... Talia..." He exhaled softly, beak parting in a smile, his game paused. "She's really sweet, mom, and really smart too. And pretty. I just want to get to know her a bit better, maybe go on a date, see what happens..."

When he paused, Luna prodded him softly.

"But?"

"But..." He sighed. "I just...can't. I haven't... Well, I haven't hidden any girlfriends from you exactly. I've not been with anyone, mom, no one. I don't know how even to take someone out for dinner or...how to cuddle... Just how am I even supposed to sit when going to the movies with a sweet bird like Talia?"

"Oh, darling..."

Luna murmured to him, stroking her beak through the feathers on the top of his head.

"Why don't you take me to dinner then, Artie?" She suggested, a feathered hand resting on his shoulder. "You don't have to worry about anything with me, sweetheart, everything's okay. It would just be dinner, going to the movies, whatever you want to do. Going through the motions, so you can practise?"

She smiled widely, though her beak would not stretch like lips, parting her beak to convey her sincerity.

"Huh..." Artie shifted his weight. "I guess... That's a bit weird but it could be okay? It's not like a guy would go out for dinner and act like it's a date... And I can talk to you a little more easily about stuff like this..."

"I know starting college has been hard for you, honey," she said, coming around to the front of the sofa and sitting beside him, the seat cushions sinking under her weight. "It's a lot to take in and you should be able to go out and have fun too. I should've done something earlier to encourage you... But I can do something now, can't I? Even if it's just really us going out and having a lovely time while you get accustomed with everything."

The smile in her voice was evident. Artie shifted his weight, the warmth of his mother near but not so near that he would have felt that anything untoward was going on. That helped a lot, for Luna had always been careful about ensuring her son was comfortable with her. The two of them were closer than ever, but he had always been something of a momma's boy.

And that was okay too. For his mother was set to lead him right in life and show him the way. For that, Artie could be very grateful.

That was just how he ended up heading out on "practise dates" with his mother, which was, admittedly, not something that he had ever considered doing before or had ever expected doing. He didn't know of anyone else that had thought of doing the same, though perhaps they wouldn't have confessed to it anyway. His friends were quieter, like him, liking nerdier things, typically, though he tended to jump from fandom to fandom when investigating new hobbies. At least, it always meant that he had something new and crafty to look at, trying out new skills.

He couldn't always be that intense in talking about his hobbies, however - that was something that Artie quickly found while talking to his mother over dinner. He even managed to pay, though that was something that he was, at the very least, more familiar with. Although she was interested in what he had to say, of course she was, Luna guided him in showing interest in his partner too, to ask about their day, to listen to and engage more closely with what they wanted to talk about.

"You have to go back and forth, dear, all in the art of conversation," she said, spearing a piece of fish on her fork and delicately nibbling at it with the tip of her beak. "You can talk about what you're interested in - and you should to! It's about not going down the rabbit hole of talking endlessly about it. Does that make sense, darling?"

Artie nodded, his eyes shining. The swan almost felt like he should have been making notes!

"I do, I understand... I don't think I often do that but..." He laughed, leaning back, a little more at ease every time he went out on a practise date with his mother. "Well, I know my nerves can get the best of me. Thanks for doing this though, mom, it's really helping."

And it really did help, even though it was most definitely an unconventional way to learn about dating. Maybe it would have been a little better for Artie if he had managed to go on a few dates in high school, when he'd been younger, but it just hadn't really come up back then. He hadn't had that much interest and, truly, had blossomed a little later in life too, after hitting seventeen and definitely when he'd got to eighteen years old.

But he'd got there in the end and, if he had been able to more easily talk to femfurs, things would have still been okay with going out on dates and testing the waters with others. It was the way that it was supposed to go, really, but Artie just needed a helping hand.

His mother was more than willing to do that with him too, looking through potential date ideas with him and even checking out locations. Some restaurants were too expensive for college students and some places that he would have liked to go to were a little too specific for a first date.

"And a specific place, like going to a museum exhibit on the history of farming," she explained, "is fine sometimes too. But you have to know a little about your date in that case. You need to know that it's something that they would like. You want to find a balance between things that you'd like to do and things that they'd like to do. If you don't get along, that's all fine too!"

He loved that it was so easy to get along with his mother, even offering her arm so that he could lead her into the theatre to go watch a play. Luna cooed and giggled, managing to suppress a honk just in time, though took his arm.

"What a gentleswan you are, dear!"

That was what he wanted to be and, with Luna's help, he could be a gentleswan also. He could be the best version of himself and try out new things, practising conversation techniques and going over scenarios that could happen where he might have to look after his date. Who knew that he was supposed to offer his coat, at the very least, to a date that said they were cold? There were small rules that had to be followed - or ideas that helped dates bond with one another and also get to know each other.

However, it had to come to an end because, of course, his mother was not the one that he was meant to be dating. Eventually, Artie had the nerve to ask Talia out and, to his amazement, once he actually got the words out of his beak, she said yes!

Which was a good thing... Or it was meant to be a good thing. The nerves came back, twisting and pooling in the pit of his stomach. The day before, he was a mess of jitters, even losing feathers as he was just that nervous. Just what was wrong with him?

"Mom..."

"Yes, sweetie?"

She paused where she was finishing washing the dishes in the kitchen, her son standing in the doorway, wringing his hands. Another white feather drifted to the floor and her eyes followed it. Artie had been losing rather a lot of those lately.

"Um..." Artie trembled. "I don't think... I don't think I can go on this date, with Talia. I... It feels weird, it feels wrong."

Yet he didn't know why he felt like it was wrong. He wanted to be going out with his mother again - but, surely, he couldn't just keep going out with his mother forever, could he? That wasn't what all the practise dates were about!

"Oh, honey... No, everything's okay, everything's alright, hon."

Luna's heart pulled for him and the swan didn't even think as she crossed the distance between them, bundling her son up against her, tucked away in her arms with the long feathers, reminiscent of wings. He shivered and pressed in a little closer to her, the warmth of his mother soaking into him.

That was what he needed. He needed her.

But...he couldn't have his mother. That was what was so confusing about everything.

Maybe I took things too far with this whole "fake dating" thing...

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It was too late to take back what had already happened, however, as bad as Artie felt about it. It was awkward and not the sort of thing at all that he wanted to think too much about, flicking his tail and nodding quietly when his mom suggested they do another practise date, just to see that everything really was going to be okay. It made sense, with what she understood from him, though Artie didn't know how to tell her that something else was going on for him there.

Being with his mom on the sofa, cuddling with her resting her head on his shoulder, just felt natural. That was all he wanted, all he longed for, that sense of soft intimacy and closeness. Maybe he was meant to feel something hotter and more sexual, being a young swan in the prime of his sexual fervour (something like that...but he'd never really bought into that stuff) and yet the need just wasn't there. He wanted the sweetness that his mother gave him, the closeness. Even if, in Artie's case, that threaded straight into something that had him pressing his legs together, trying to hide just how his shaft tried to tease up against the slit that contained it.

It was too much, surely... He gulped hard, clacking his beak, and Luna lifted her head, looking at him as the light from the TV glanced off her beak and face, even the upper curve of her breasts. Even as she murmured a question to him, a question that Artie did not catch, his eyes dropped to her chest.

He liked her... More than just her. Her body too, her mind, how kind and soft and motherly she was. His mother was always willing to lead the way with him. Yet Artie would never know whether that exactly had been what had confused him.

"Is something wrong, darling?" Luna asked again, repeating her question. "You don't seem yourself this evening. I know you're worried, but everything really is going to be fine. You're such a good boy, I know you'll take good care of whoever you go out on a date with, whoever you date, whoever you click with enough to be romantic partners. There's a world of opportunity out there ahead of you, you only have to let yourself take it, my sweetheart."

She slipped her arm around him, hugging him gently as her warm breasts squeezed up against him, moulding to the shape and space between their bodies. Artie's breath hitched, heartbeat fluttering.

Oh...

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"Mom... I think..." Was he really going to say it, his heartbeat hammering so hard that it roared between his ears? "I don't think... There's one more thing that I need to do, to be ready for my date."

"Oh?" Luna perked up, pecking his cheek with a gentle kiss. "You've got to do it then, sweetheart, even if you're worried."

"I know, mom," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I think... I think...I know what it is. I just...love..."

His beak tipped towards his mother's before he finished confessing what he did not even know was in his heart and, without thinking about it, he was kissing her. It was as if he had become nothing more than a passive player, feeling everything in the moment and yet not consciously acting upon it, just watching himself kiss his very own mother. Luna's beak parted against it as she gave a soft puff of surprise, as if she too was leaning into the kiss.

Wait... What am I doing?

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Artie gasped and pulled back, heart beating furiously, yet the tension that had been in his body before was gone, slipping away like water off a swan's back. He panted lightly, unable to draw away from his mother any further than what he already done, dazed and waiting, barely able to make eye contact with her.

"Oh!"

No, he had definitely, very much so, definitely gone too far! He reeled from her, jolting back to reality with a squawk that very much did not sound at all like it should have come from a swan's beak. His heart pounded and he leapt up, fleeing the scene, the movie not finished, the date left hanging.

He'd kissed his own mother, getting caught up in the moment, not even sure whether he was practising for dating anymore or what he had confessed to her. And he'd left it there! Awkward and unfinished!

He should have just told her he was practising saying "I love you" for the first time, that it had been a silly thing to do, that he had just got far too caught up in the moment, even for him. And yet it had felt so right too, even though he had gone and made a mess of things.

Throwing himself down on his bed with the door locked behind him, the swan hugged a pillow to his chest and muffled his cries into it, unknowing of the exact nature of the torment raging inside him.

He still had a date the next day.

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Things couldn't have gone worse than they did. Luna knew that it was so, even though she hadn't talked to her son about the kiss the night before, when he walked back in the door the following evening, after having been out all day at college. Chilling rain - no, it was worse than that, it was hail - beat down outside, hammering against the windows as if it was trying to find its way inside.

"Oh, my goodness, oh, my dear! Come in, come in - sweetheart, you are positively chilled to the bone!"

His beak chattered and Artie hung his head, humiliated and forlorn.

"I'm sorry, mom," he whispered as she bustled around him, fetching him a towel and, when that didn't help immediately, wrapping him in her arms too for good measure. "I didn't... It just didn't go well."

Enough so that the swan didn't want to talk about it, no. With his mom being taller than him, his head was at the perfect height, when they were both standing, for his head to rest on her bosom, and he let her cradle him to her that time, tears leaving wet tracks down his face. They were even colder on his feathers as they dried.

"Mom... Mom, it was so bad..."

"Shush now, honey," she said, scooping him up in her arms and taking him upstairs to his room, though getting up the stairs was a challenge. "Come on, everything's okay, I'm going to look after you."

So, that's exactly what she did. She took him into his bedroom and set him down gently, already working at his clothes.

"You can't stay in these horrid, wet clothes, darling, you'll catch your death of cold."

He shivered, but it felt natural to allow his mother to work them off his body, letting her slip his jacket from his shoulders and then his shirt up and over his head. Artie didn't even resist when she worked his jeans off him, though he had not worn socks and special shoes that day, for swan feet were webbed and needed specialist footwear.

"Oh, mom... I've got you wet too."

Luna smiled gently.

"No, no, that's all fine. I'll get a blanket and undress too, it's okay. A little cold is worth it for you, darling."

She meant that too, though the swan thought nothing of stripping down, even as her son looked up at her with watery eyes.

"There now..."

She still had her bra and underwear on, though she made him nude, even though nothing was on show, considering the anatomy of a swan. Cuddling him to her, she rubbed his arms and warmed him up with her own body, holding him tightly to her even as he chattered faintly and nestled in against her chest.

"She was rude, mom," he confessed at last, his beak down against her breasts, pressing hard enough against them to make a soft indent. "She stepped on my foot and sent her food back even though it was exactly what she'd ordered. She said that nothing at the movie theatre was what she wanted to see and then turned down everything else I suggested! I tried to ask about her, but she stared at her phone the phone time and ignored me... I don't know what I did wrong..."

"Oh, honey, sometimes we are nervous, she was probably trying to hide her nerves," Luna said, softly trying to look on the bright side, as always, to see the best in everyone. "But you couldn't make it all as you wanted it, darling, not on your own. Even with the best of intentions, a date takes two to make it work."

He gulped hard, eyes watering, looking up at her and then glancing away again.

"Mom... I know why the date really went bad. It wasn't something that I should ever have gone on. I thought I had a crush on Talia but, well, I think I was wrong."

"Hm? Really, darling, but you were so sure?"

Luna couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice, even though she was trying to be a good mother and listen to him, to hold him close. Yet her heart beat a little quicker and she ruffled her feathers, cradling him close and trying not to think about what was stirring inside her. It was just due to the moment, surely, though she leaned in towards him, listening intently to his reply.

"I think... I think I really like you, mom," he said, the words coming out in a rush once he had started talking. "It's not her, it's you, it was definitely you, I wasn't saying anything I didn't mean when I was going to tell you I loved you... It... I really meant it, mom, I feel it here, right here in my chest."

Luna sucked in a breath, the world around her stilling for a moment.

"Oh, Artie..." She had been waiting to hear that, not thinking that it was something that she would ever hear - it was not something that she could ever have expected to hear from her very own boy! "That... I wish... Oh, I wish I had known sooner, darling! I love you too, my sweetheart... And, yes, that is in the way that you meant it too, not as I've said to you for so many years."

She knew it was a lot, yes, of course, for her to feel such things for her son. Yet she had been in love with her husband and even other birds before him, preferring the feathered kind, so she knew the warm glow inside her when she felt it. She was sure of it, despite having been pressing it down and locking it away, though Luna would never have said any of it aloud if he had not said anything first. Of course, she loved him as her son first and foremost, and would have suppressed anything else if it had meant doing her best for him.

However, she could take the lead there, now that he had voiced what he wanted. She drew him more comfortably up onto the bed, the younger swan squirming and trying to keep his thighs pressed together, though he really didn't need to hide that part of himself from her, not anymore. She understood that he was trying to be modest, but all it took was a tap of her beak against his in a chaste kiss and a whispered question from her to get an answer.

"Do you want this?" Luna said, making sure to ask him explicitly, sliding her hand up his thigh and giving him a gentle squeeze. "Can I kiss you?"

"Oh, yes, please, mom..."

"Oh, darling..."

She slid her hands around his waist, holding him to her as their beaks met and what had been a soft kiss before swiftly deepened. Her tongue flickered up against his, taking control and the lead as if it was all perfectly natural to her, though Artie could not have anticipated such behaviour from her.

Yet it made it so it was only right to melt against her, moaning into the kiss and finally having the liberty to let his hands wander too. He'd already told his mom that he was a virgin so had no worries about that. And, after all, hadn't it been his mom who had given him so many of his first dating experiences so far?

It was right for him to be with her, against her, letting her bear him back onto the bed. His arms splayed out as she gently pinned him down and straddled his hips, his cock rising to attention where it could not be hidden away anymore, not for a single moment. The dark length glistened at the tip with a smear of pre-cum where it had been rubbed back down against his cock, but Luna didn't seem to mind that.

She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward to grind her underwear-clad pussy against him - though that was not destined to last very long. The moment that she felt his pre-cum ooze against her cotton underwear, she had to wriggle off him, just to bare her body in its entirety.

"My sweetheart," Luna crooned, her tongue brushing the inside of her beak as she looked adoringly down at him. "Are you okay with this? Do you want me to keep going?"

He whimpered and nodded, his hands on her hips as she straddled him once more, sitting astride. Her hips, however, were further forward that time, sinking onto his cock where the head quested up right between her thighs. It only took a shift of her weight to press him inside her, smoothly and sweetly taking his virginity as his length slipped inside.

"Oh..."

It was not like anything that he had ever experienced before - which made sense, when Artie took a moment to think about it, as he'd never had sex before. He gasped, hips juddering up to meet her, though his webbed feet couldn't find purchase on the bed. They slipped and only just about caught when he dug in the short claws on them, wanting more, whimpering for more.

"That's okay, darling, I've got you..."

But Luna was not just the mother that he knew and loved as her sex pulled around him, muscles tightening and releasing. She was so slick inside! She leaned forward against him, Artie groaning breathlessly as his shaft shifted inside her, her breast softly smothering him.

"Now, I can say just how I've seen you staring at my breasts, sweet boy," she cooed, though there was a more devious, sensual undertone to her words that, duly, Artie had never heard before. "You can experience them in all their glory now, can't you?"

She would have been disappointed if he didn't, but the younger swan whined and nodded eagerly, her large bosom smothering him completely, his beak tucked neatly between them. Luna, of course, was careful to make sure that he could still breathe, not sweltering him between her tits, though the soft, all-encompassing warmth was all he needed to lose himself in the moment.

There was a lot of pressure, his mother's weight keeping him lovingly pinned in place, although there was no question at all about who was in charge there. Luna rolled her hips back, fanning out her luxurious, white tail feathers sensually, letting the moment take her, softly and sweetly, moment by moment.

For it was as much about her as it was about Artie, even though it was a little rougher than she had intended. She just wanted to feel every inch of his stunning, youthful body pressed up against her, how he scrabbled weakly against the bed, trying to buck up into her.

"Ohhhh..." Luna moaned, trembling faintly, arching her back, though she didn't pull back and away from her son. "That feels...so...nice... You are so good inside me, son."

He tried to flick his tongue out of his beak, though the moment was right just as it was, his hands running down her sides to her hips, curling his fingers into her flesh. He loved how she felt, blushing softly from the praise.

Yes, that was what he wanted, all that he wanted. He wanted to be good for her, to make her feel as good as she was making him feel. Artie did not know how long it was to go on for, but all the young swan wanted to do was to soak in every single moment, letting it flow through him, panting more and more heavily, glutes contracting with the need and the instinct to thrust.

"My sweet boy, my wonderful boy, mmm..." She crooned, leaning back a little, wanting to sit up. "Are you going to be good and fill your momma up? Nothing between us, flesh on flesh..."

Artie groaned, eyes wide, though he didn't have the presence of mind to stop anything, not even as his mother grinned.

"Oh... Mom... Mom, what do you...mm...mean?"

Luna leaned down again, smothering him one last time with her breasts, letting his beak press right into the left one, the soft flesh closing around him. There was nothing better for him, nowhere that Artie would have rather been, nestled in her silken feathers, even though he was messing up her preening.

That could all be redone later, after they'd showered. His hands came up, almost without him even thinking about it, groping and squeezing the outer sides of her breasts, though he could not press them in even closer around his head than they already were. No, it was his mother that was in control there, sitting up to allow him to speak again, though there was a twinkle in his eye.

"Mmm... My darling, boy, you know what happens when a male and a female lie together bare of any protection, don't you?" She traced a feathered finger down his chest. "Darling, what if you get me pregnant?"

She gave a delicious shiver, as if a ripple was running through her from head to toe. Artie grunted, his cock leaking more and more pre-cum inside her. Why did that sound so hot?

The young swan chuckled breathlessly. Hot... Heh, well, he certainly wasn't cold anymore after his mother taking good care of him.

"Unff... Mom..." His head swam with desire. "You... Would that be, ah...okay?"

"Of course, darling, though we couldn't tell anyone it was you, oh no..." She clacked her beak, groaning deep in the back of her throat as she sat up all the way, her strong, thick thighs closing around him. "Yes... You can get me pregnant, see my belly grow nice and round with our eggs..."

Artie moaned, his hips juddering up. He didn't know about kinks, not yet, not even what he liked or wanted for himself, but that was more than good enough for him. He just wanted pleasure, to let the moment roll through him, to experience every brief brush of feathers against his body, the tight squeeze of her thighs as his cock hit a sensitive spot inside her pussy. Artie could never have anticipated that a pussy could be so hot and wet around him, able to feel every tiny shift and pulse of muscle.

He would have stayed there forever, if he had been able, even as his mother bounced on him, riding him cowgirl style. She rode him far more roughly than she had when she had been lying down against him, though he relished it. Luna moaned openly as she took her pleasure from him, though Artie would learn, in time, just how to please her too, to seek the nub of her clit tucked under its little hood. Her body would be something too that the swan could explore, leaving feathers littered in the bed, each and every time, after their fun, becoming more of a male than he ever had been before.

He didn't know what he thought, truly, about possibly getting her pregnant, for that was an awful lot more than Artie could ever have anticipated happening during his first time having sex. Yet the swan was along for the ride and he wasn't about to turn back at that point, watching his mother's breasts and her soft belly bouncing as she rode him.

"Yes... Yes, darling," she crooned, the hint of a honk in the back of her throat. "What are you waiting for, darling? Get your momma pregnant!"

It was not as if the swan felt like he had any choice in the matter, no, not at all, not as he tried to thrust up, to do as she bid in the only way that his body knew how. He wanted that high, lust flooding him, heat pooling at his core - yet how did he get it out?

It was Luna, however, who brought him over the edge. His eyes hungrily locked onto her bouncing breasts as she called out her orgasm, arms juddering as if she wanted to fling them wide, just like wings. But the moment was right and the sudden wet clench of her pussy had Artie grunting and groaning right along with her, tipped over the edge in the best of ways, losing control.

He had to do it, the two of them climaxing together as her arousal mingled with his cum. Long, thin - yet powerful - spurts of seed shot into her pussy: one, two, three and then a fourth. The spurts after that were nothing more than dribbles, yet the throbbing rise of sharp pleasure could not be contained through any other means.

And all Artie could do was collapse back into the bed as sexual exhaustion from his very first experience swamped him, his head spinning pleasantly with the warmth of his mother securing him right where he belonged.

"There's...mm...my good boy, my wonderful son."

Luna wanted to say more to him, though his shaft in her pussy gave her all that she needed as she succumbed to sexual delight, the lust that had been trembling inside her for so long. Who could have known that practising dating her own son could have ended up in such a wonderful fashion?

The best things in life, however, were often the unexpected ones, the things that could not be expected. Even as he spent himself inside her, neither of them to know what was to come from their bareback liaison - and not caring either. Luna had been around the block for more than long enough to know that there was only so much that one could control in life. Some things, she just had to go along with, to hell with the consequences.

With her sweet Artie, nothing could go wrong, no. Not as she splayed her fingers out gently on his chest, guiding him through as his shaft softened inside her, his heartbeat pounding so vehemently that she wondered if they had gone a little too fast. But it was okay, for he was there, gripping her hand and pulling her down to him for a sinfully deep, lustful kiss.

Luna hadn't even known that Artie had had that in him. But she was going to find out far more about her son, as he explored what he wanted and, of course, her too.

They left the bedroom to clean the residual mess of sex from their feathers, slipping into the large family shower together. At least Luna knew that her husband, of course, would not have minded sharing her, even though he most likely would never have expected her to take their son to bed. It was right, however, her heart full of warmth and love for him, letting him wash her back and care for her. It was not something that she had shown him, but Luna had conveyed to her son just how he was to look after a partner, which he took forward.

I always knew he was a good boy...

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Yet they would only see, in time, where their relationship would go.