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The Son's Responsibility

Part 2

For lollopo

By Draconicon

Despite regularly fucking his mother, Rylo slept in a different room most nights. He had his own space, his own bed, his own room for all the sexual service that he offered his mother, and while he enjoyed having her in his arms, he also enjoyed the space between them at times. He was, after all, an adult, and there was a sense of needing his own place, even with the deal that they had come up with between them.

As he laid with his arms crossed behind his head and his eyes closed, he breathed in the scent that lingered through the house. His mother's musk touched everything, permeating the walls, the carpet, the flooring, everything. He could smell her sweat, her pussy, her milk from every room in the house, and considering she was almost always dripping with it, that meant that it was strong. It was lingering, lasting, and no amount of cleaning would ever get rid of the smell completely.

Oh, he was sure that there was something that could be done, but really, why? It was...nice...

The wolf reached beneath the covers, groping his morning wood and giving it a couple of squeezes. He growled under his breath at the pleasure that came from the simple touch, closing his eyes tighter as he imagined grinding his nose into his mother's body.

Sniff.

Sniff.

Sniff.

The thick smell of sweat and pussy was so strong in his room that he could imagine her right there. Seven feet tall, powerful and Amazonian in her own way, his mother could have been straddling him and he'd barely know the difference with how strong her smell was in the house. He groaned, squeezing the base of his foot-long erection, oozing his own juices into the blankets as he stroked himself to the thought of her sitting on him again.

"Mmmph, mom..."

Rylo didn't stroke too hard; he knew that his mother wanted him to save his seed for her. Sometimes she liked the feeling of being bloated with his cum, and other times she just liked it sprayed over her, affecting but not displacing her scent.

She loved smells.

So did he.

"Mmmph...ah..."

He stroked himself a little harder, though, imagining his cock caught between her sweaty feet or the rarer treat of being pressed between her tits. The feeling of those heavy milk bags on either side of his cock was a real powerful one, and he growled as he imagined getting the chance to fuck them again. It had been weeks since she'd given him that privilege, and he'd be lying if he said that he didn't want to feel something like that again.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He could feel his balls drawing up and he slowed himself down, huffing through clenched teeth as he slowly opened his eyes. The haze of that powerful smell was so strong that he could have kept going and gotten off almost on the scent alone. However, he was a good boy. He would hold back. Just like mother said.

Rylo pulled his blankets down. His cock was soaked with pre-cum and the blankets were scarcely better. He could see the imprint of his dick against them, the tented length of his morning wood marked against the white cloth. He shook his head, kicking the blankets off the bed and rolling to the side.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

The familiar sound of the home-gym weights clicking against each other told him that his mom had decided to get an early morning workout in. He grinned at the thought, bundling up the blankets in short order and hustling over to the laundry machine. By the time that he'd thrown them in, his cock was back to dripping, and he could smell the slightly stronger scent of sweat from further down the hall.

The door was cracked open, and he could hear the soft click, click, click of his mother having moved on from one machine to the free weights. He smiled to himself as he pushed the door open the rest of the way, his boner twitching up and down as he watched the taller, stronger wolf pulling the large cylinders of steel off the ground.

Up, down, up, down they went, and each time she bunched her muscles, he could see the sweat running over the bulges of her biceps, triceps, and pecs. Despite having such large breasts, she didn't have any shortage of muscle in her chest, and when she tensed up, he got the treat of seeing her breasts bounce with the movement, a little bit of her milk oozing out of her nipples and landing on the workout bench she was using.

Up, down, up, down, her arm movements almost making his cock bounce with them, until she finally lowered it to the ground. She looked up at him, chuckling.

"How long are you going to keep standing in the doorway before you come give me a taste?"

"Heh, about that long."

His mom lifted her arms over her head, and he was in the workout room in the time it took to blink. He was right at her side, kneeling down, his nose pressed flush to the wet, soaked fur strands that ran across her pits. One breath had his cock spitting pre-cum across her legs, and he moaned under his breath as he dragged his nostrils along the pit-flesh. The smell was so strong, so powerful, so perfect, and he kept breathing it in, one breath after another.

It didn't take long for him to stick out his tongue, dragging it over her armpit and cleaning it. The taste of sweat was so familiar, but he never got tired of it. There was something special about it, about her, and he moaned as he licked away. Up, down, up, down, lapping against the flesh and fur, 'bathing' her in his tongue as she soaked him in her scent.

He only moaned louder as she pulled him closer, her arm on the back of his head driving him deeper. She rested her arm along his back, keeping him pinned to her pit, while her other hand reached down to his cock and started stroking him. Teasingly pulling along his shaft, base to head, she kept him thinking of his proper place under her, under her arm, under her pit.

"Mmmph..."

He humped the air, of course. There was no way that any good wolf would have been able to resist that potent musk, particularly once he was getting rewarded like this. Lick, suck, lap, followed by a stroke, stroke, stroke. His hips twitched, thrusting forward, thrusting his cock between his mother's fingers. The feeling of her slippery digits squeezing around his cock was just what he needed, and he moaned louder and louder still.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

He couldn't stop, his mind on fire with the lustful heat of her scent, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he kept ramming his knot against her hand. His balls were slowly pulling up, pressed flush to his crotch as she kept stroking, stroking, stroking -

"Nnngh!"

His mother took her hand away at the last second, denying him the orgasm that he had been building up to. He whimpered, almost falling to his knees, and he might very well have done that if it wasn't for the way that she was cuddling him, holding him to her pit, keeping him pinned there. He sniffed, he licked, he swallowed the taste of her musk and sweat, and the scent and taste almost, almost, almost enough to get him off.

But only almost.

"There, there...not too far, just yet."

"Nnngh..."

She lifted her arm again, and he was allowed to breathe 'normal' air. It was still saturated with the scent of her and her hard work, but that didn't mean that it was as good as being down in that pit-smell. He groaned, shaking his head. The way that he felt, he had to pull his arms behind his back and grip them together, holding tight to avoid the urge to jerk himself off the rest of the way. He would be a good boy, even if a large part of him wanted to be naughty. Naughty and horny, horny and happy, and humping away like a dog in rut. God, what she did to him...

His mother chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. As she put the free-weights away, she stood up and swayed. The way that she shifted from side to side, the way that her ass swung this way and that, made his cock just keep on throbbing and dripping. A long string of silvery pre-cum ran from the head down to the floor, and he groaned as he curled his toes in anticipation of what he would get to do when he came tonight. Oh, the orgasmic possibilities were boundless.

"Okay, that's enough for the morning," his mom said, chuckling. "You're staying with me to save money while you go through college, so it's time for you to start getting the college part done. You're all signed up for your classes, right? You didn't waste any time when you were free last week?"

"Nnngh..." Rylo groaned, struggling to pull himself out of the horny brain. He remembered...yes. "I got all signed up and everything. Payment's in and...and all that. I just need to head to class at some point. But, uh, but I got time to keep going. We could, uh, we could finish still. If you want to, I mean."

"Mmm, tempting, but you know that momma wants her cub to be doing well for himself. That means being responsible, going to school, and getting the good grades. So, you get dressed and head off. Momma will take care of you later, when you get home. And make sure that you don't get yourself off in the bathroom or something like that. Momma will take care of that thing for you too. Just like always. You be a good boy for momma, understand?"

He nodded. He would be a good boy, just like he always was. Even if he wanted more.

Getting dressed didn't take long, nor did calling a taxi to get to class. Normally, he would have caught the bus, but the way that he was feeling right now, he didn't think that he'd be able to get off at the right stop. At least the taxi would drop him right at the front door, and he wouldn't be having to take care of money. The app would take care of the whole situation.

It wasn't until he was standing outside the house, waiting for the taxi to drive up, that he realized that his mother's pit-stink covered his face still. Every breath was tainted with it, reminding him of the thick, heavy scent of his mother's pits, and how hard he got when he was under them. Hell, he was getting hard just thinking about it, and the shivers that ran down his spine were powerful.

The taxi drove up a scant minute after he realized that he still smelled, and he could only blush as he stepped into the back of the cab. He had just pulled the door shut when the tabby-cat driver looked over his shoulder, meeting his eyes for a moment with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Rylo asked.

"You, uh, you been busy, sir?"

"..."

"Heh, must have been a fun time," the cat said, shaking his head as he turned to face the road again. "You mind if I turn on the AC?"

"Uh, yeah, go ahead."

"You know, I heard that there were some pervy ladies in this neighborhood, but this is the first time that I got the chance to drive one of their boy-toys home," the tabby cat said, fiddling with the dashboard until the air started blowing. "Whoo, man. That's some serious sweat back there. What the hell were you doing?"

"That, uh, that's private," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "Just, uh, take me to the college, please."

"You got it, sir. Man. The things that some of those old ladies like, heh."

"Well...some of us like what they like. Ain't that weird."

"Oh, I guess, but at the same time...whoo, man. Could you roll down your window?"

Rylo nodded, his cheeks burning as he rolled the window down and let a little more air into the vehicle. He knew that he had some scent issues due to the constant indulgence with his mother, but he hadn't realized that it had gotten to that level. Sure, he knew that he smelled like sweat, but he hadn't realized that it would be that noticeable by everyone else.

Maybe it was just the taxi cab being so enclosed? He hoped so, otherwise today was going to be...more than a little embarrassing.

"So, what are you studying?"

"Hmm?"

"At college, what are you studying?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to just drive quietly," Rylo said.

"Fair 'nuff. Long as you keep that window open, heh. I don't want the next customer to think that the smell back there belongs to me."

The teasing was more than he expected, and he blushed as he settled into quiet. He knew that things had been...different for him since moving back in with his mother, but he hadn't realized that his senses had shifted quite that much. What would other people think if they came to visit his mom's house? Would they take to it the way that he did, or would they want to stay outside?

Judging from the cabby, things were a great deal more pungent than he really realized. He'd have to think about that with any future friends. Not that he planned on making many; he had enough friendship back home, and spending time with them would take away from the naughty times that he liked with his mother.

#

College came and went, and the day passed without incident. He'd been forced to use the bathroom sinks for an impromptu face-bath after his first class and getting all those looks from everyone, and the feeling of not being surrounded by his mother's scent put him off. It wasn't that he couldn't live without it or anything like that, but he had become so accustomed to it that it was...strange, almost he was missing something, without around him. He could just about make it work, and he did, but he didn't like it.

The bus ride home also felt like it was missing something. The lack of the usual bitter-salt-musk that clung to his face from their fun was just off-putting to him, and he felt like he needed to be elsewhere. Home, home again, where the scent was strong and the source was present. He wanted to be back with her, back with his mom, and -

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

He groaned as he shifted from side to side in the bus seat, thinking of how they were going to enjoy each other tonight. Replace the scent, spend his seed, mark her and be marked in turn. It spoke to the wolf instincts deep down inside, instincts that were getting stronger with each passing day in her presence.

He was a good pup.

He was her pup.

He was the best pup.

The bus stopped at the corner of his street and he pulled the cord. The driver kept the bus in park, opening the back door, and Rylo nodded at the big bear in the front before hopping off. The bus drove off as he walked down the street, making his way past one house, then another, then another.

He remembered what the cabbie had said earlier. Apparently, this particular street was infamous for the old ladies and their boy toys. Was that the sort of story that his mother had told others, he wondered? That he was her boy toy and that was why they were always fucking? It had been a while since he'd been at home, and he doubted that most of the neighbors remembered who he was, but the idea that she'd be spreading stories like that was a little strange.

Unless they're all doing the same thing...

He blushed as he thought about the other women looking through the windows at him walking by and fantasizing of what they'd do with him. Probably a stupid thought, really; most of the other guys that he saw on the street were the big stud-sorts, the kind of males that got picked out from the pool-cleaning pornos and other things like that. He was shorter, almost effeminate in his appearance, and he doubted that most of the little old ladies would want someone like him between their legs.

Not like his mother. Not the way that she could dominate him.

His cock was throbbing in his pants as he reached the front door, his entire body pulled taut with anticipation of the night. He unlocked it and stepped inside -

"Mmmph..."

His mom was naked in an armchair facing away from the window, a book in her hands as her breasts nearly spilled over her arms and into view. She either didn't notice him come in, or she didn't care. Either way, he smiled as he walked up on her from behind, shutting the curtains just a bit before approaching her from the side.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"How to Deal with Empty Nests. One of those self-help books."

"Thinking of kicking me out?"

"No, just getting ready for the day you leave."

"That won't be for a long, long time," he said, kneeling down at her side.

She was already leaking. Hell, she was always leaking, but there was something about the flow that told him that she'd been busy earlier. Very busy, considering that there were dried white lines through her gray fur that led up to her nipples. He chuckled, kissing the one nearest him, licking it in a slow circle. The flow started to pick up, giving him that familiar, creamy taste that he enjoyed so much.

"Mmm, you never could hold back from that," she said.

"You know I love it."

"Just like I know you want me to pin you under my boobs all day."

"It's a happy place."

"Mmm, but you know what else?"

"I owe you cum."

"Yes, yes you do."

He half-expected them to get up right then and there to head to the bedroom, but either she had just become particularly fascinated with a part of her book, or she wanted to tease him. Either way, he had the time to lean down and keep licking around her nipple, his hands reaching around to tease her breasts as he worked his tongue along that sensitive little thing.

"Mmm..."

Her low moan was all the evidence that he was getting that he was doing the right thing, but it was enough for him. He was oozing into his pants already, dripping away into his jeans as he worked his tongue along her nipple, then back along one side of her breasts. Her fur was soaked as it always was, and her chair only avoided that fate due to a plastic wrap that she kept over the front of it. Anything less would have been drenched through long ago, and their furniture bill would have been through the roof.

Kiss.

Lick.

Suck.

Oh, the sucking was the best as he worked his tongue along her stiff peak, teasing more and more milk to flow from it until it was a small river running down her boobs. He growled under his breath, sniffing the slightly sour, creamy fluid and how it mixed with the smell of his mother's own heated, bitter, slightly vinegar-like scent. It soaked the air, the floor, everything, and he growled as he bit down on her nipple, sucking more of her motherly fluids from it.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

She was getting wetter, too. She enjoyed him suckling from her, even with her distraction. He popped his lips from her nipple with a grin.

"Enjoying that?"

"Not as much as you're going to enjoy this. Stand up."

Rylo did as he was told, getting to his feet. No sooner had he gotten his balance than his mother pulled his zipper down and yanked his cock right out of his pants. It bobbed to life, throbbing at its full foot of length, and then -

POP!

It was past her lips, running along her tongue to the back of her mouth and then into her throat. He groaned as she swallowed it to the base without the slightest hint of a gag, but when he looked down, he saw that she was still looking at the book.

"Mmmph...tease..."

She slightly smiled around his cock, but her tongue was always moving, her throat rippling around his shaft as she bobbed. Not far, not more than an inch or two, but always in motion, always teasing, always milking around his cock as she worked back and forth. He could feel her lips kissing the top of his sheath when she went down, slightly teasing his knot before pulling back over it, and the soft tease of her teeth only added a little more to the whole experience.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Rylo bit his lips as he felt each little suck, each little squeeze of her throat and the inside of her mouth. Her tongue danced, teasing, moving with expert swiftness to all his sensitive spots. She knew him too well, and -

"Ah...ah..."

She gripped his balls as they tried to rise up, keeping him from cumming too soon. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his breath puffed hotter and harder, and his toes curled in his shoes as he stood in front of her.

And still, she kept reading.

"You...you...nngh..."

He could barely think as she teased him, driving him right to the edge over and over again. His knot inflated against her lips, keeping her from going all the way to the base, but that was solved with her talented fingers teasing it.

Stroking it.

Working it.

Moving around it.

"Ah...mmmph..."

Breathe. He kept having to tell himself to breathe as she stole his breath away. Each time that she moved her head, the sensitive cock-tip in her throat got teased by the tingling, tensing walls back there. The shaft as a whole was licked from the bottom and the sides, and when she pulled back far enough for the head to pop back into her muzzle, she tilted her head so that his tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth.

It was a miracle that he hadn't cum yet. She was keeping him under strict control, keeping him right on the edge, but he didn't know how much longer he could take it.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

POP!

The sudden chill of his cock leaving her mouth was almost enough to give him blue balls, and he groaned as she let go of him. The book thumped shut as she put it down and got to her feet, and he hissed through clenched teeth as she loomed over him.

"Follow me."

"Mmmph..."

"Bedroom time."

"Yes, momma."

His cock wobbled between his legs as he followed behind her, his eyes fixed on her wide ass and curvy hips. He couldn't look away as she swayed and teased him with every step, imagining how she'd be bouncing and jiggling once he got behind her. The idea of how hard he would fuck her, rut her, use her, was burned into his brain.

Fuck. Rut. Breed. Fuck. Rut. Breed.

He was almost feral as they reached the bedroom. She didn't let him pounce on her; instead, she got on all fours and lifted her tail, reaching back and grabbing him by the balls as he got close. He groaned as she held him in place, keeping him from just ramming it in, holding his balls and rubbing them gently.

"You're going to be a good pup."

"Mmmph...yes, mom."

"In momma's pussy now."

She guided him forward, making him take his time as he got on the bed behind her. Their sheer size difference meant that it was always just a little awkward to line up, but oh, the feeling of her slippery pussy was always a treat. So good, so slippery, so warm.

"Mmmph..."

His tip parted her pussy lips, and he was inside. She pushed back to sink him in the rest of the way, her hand still giving his balls a gentle squeeze right up to the point where they were pressed against her clit. He reached for her hips, getting himself more comfortable and getting at least a small grip on the situation, when she looked over her shoulders.

"Hump."

It was an order he was happy to fulfill. Rylo started bucking his hips forward, back, forward, back, going right for the rutting speed that he'd normally build up for. His mother started gasping right from the start, leaning forward, her head almost falling into her pillows as she growled in pure pleasure.

"Ohhhh, yes...that's it...give it to momma...give it to me."

He did, and then some. Forward, back, forward, ramming in as hard and fast as he dared. Faster, faster, faster, hilting inside of her before pulling out to the tip and ramming in again. His knot, slightly softened from the walk from the living room to the bedroom, came back with a vengeance as he rammed it in and out of her, making it swell as her pussy popped around the bulge until it was too big to go all the way in anymore.

In, out, in, out, faster and wetter as she started sweating under him. He could feel it, felt the oil between his fingers as it soaked his fur, smelled it as it popped out along her feet and head and everywhere else. The smell of sex mixed with the smell of her sweat, and his cock throbbed harder still.

He couldn't slow down, wouldn't slow down. In, out, in, out, faster, faster, faster, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he pushed his mom right to the edge -

"AWOOO!"

And then, she came. She came and clenched hard around him, her pussy milking him as hard as he had ever felt it do before. It almost pushed him over the edge, and would have, if it wasn't for her suddenly pulling off him.

"Nngh!"

Blue-balled again, he groaned, covering his crotch and huffing. He almost grabbed his cock and started stroking, only for his mom to grab him by the wrist and shove him to the bed.

In a blur of motion, their positions were all but reversed. He was on his back, and she was over him, her breasts heaving and dripping on his chest as she straddled his hips. Her pussy was still drenched, oozing over his cock, but this time, she was grinding on him rather than the other way around.

"Mmmph...soon...but not...yet..."

"Mmmph...mom..."

"Momma's hungry for it tonight. You're going to make sure that I'm completely satisfied before you get off."

She slid forward, arching her hips just slightly, and he felt the tip of his cock reach her entrance. It slid in with a lewd squelch as she shoved her hips back, and he groaned at the clap of her ass against his hips.

She started riding him, and she was even faster than he was, taking her pleasure with abandon. Every few bounces, he was half-sure that she was going to lose control and fall all the way to his cock, but every time that he swore his knot was going to catch her, she managed to catch her balance and keep going.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Her breasts were a mess, dripping like mad all over his chest and smearing him with her milk. He could feel it sinking into his fur, drying there, and he was suddenly all the more conscious of how that scent was going to stick to him all night long, and all day tomorrow. Everyone else would know that he was with a freak of a lover, and he blushed worse at how hard that made him.

So slick, so wet, so warm; his mother's pussy just sucked him in over and over again, and kept him right at the cusp of orgasm. She was going to ride him all night long, and he had no choice in the matter.

He was her pup, after all.

#

Hours later, well-past midnight, his mom reached over to the phone and made a call to the best local take-out joint. He was barely able to breathe; his body was still recovering from how rampant she had been, how needy and desperate for pleasure her body had become.

And as it was...he was still barely aware of what he had done, and what had happened between them.

"Should be ready in about twenty minutes," his mom said, chuckling. "Which means ten to keep cuddling you."

He nodded, slowly accepting the cuddle and wrapping his arms around her in turn. The sheer absurdity of the relationship between them hit him, but not in a bad way. It was more like just...just how potent it was, and how much he loved it.

As much as he was addicted to her - from her scent to her touch to her voice - he knew that the same thing was true of her. She was addicted to him, to his touch, to having someone younger that she could boss around and love. They were probably both pretty equally messed-up in the way that they reached for each other, lunging into each other's arms and beds to get what they needed from each other.

And yet, at the same time, he knew that they somehow clicked together. Something in their fucked-up ways of living just...worked. And he wouldn't trade it for the world.

Cuddled up close, he wrapped his arms around her middle and felt the creampie deep in her pussy dribbling out over his cock. Even with all that she'd drained from him, he almost gave in to the urge to rut her right then and there, but -

Well, food. Food was needed.

So, he settled for the cuddling instead, losing himself in her happy scent, in the pleasure of her embrace, and the softness of her body against his. All things considered, he could do far, far worse.

The End

Summary: Rylo continues his life with his mother, and the pleasure that they share together.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Blowjob, Vaginal, Armpits, Pit Play, Scent, Sweat, Pussy, Riding, Doggy Style, Wolf, Incest, Mother/Son, Miniseries, Orgasm, Cum,