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A Mother's Holiday Gift

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By Limewah

18+

Featuring characters based on Pokémon

Clayton was woken up by a wet sensation between his legs, and a very familiar stiffness.

He groaned internally, not wanting to open his eyes just yet...

He hadn't been feeling the best since returning to the Firestick Manor to begin with, some seasonal sniffles stuffing up the Braixen's snout. Also, there were the usual issues of going through all the small talk. Plus, there was the matter of Caitlyn, his mother.

The Delphox was already half-cut when Clayton arrived, swooping him inside nestled against her heaving matronly bosom and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

She asked way too many probing questions about Clayton at the dinner table, too.

"How is that inn of yours coming along? Have you been breaking some hearts? Are you going to settle down with any of your servants? Are they pretty?"

He barely had time to answer one question before another one was flung at him, looking to the rest of his family for support and receiving nothing but sympathetic shrugs or stifled snickers. After dinner, he excused himself for a lie-down, stumbling into his old childhood room. He tried to ignore how it had been completely stripped of his belongings and furniture, more like a hotel room than the place he'd grown up in.

It didn't bother him that much, really. He just needed sleep; he was sick, full, and a little tipsy thanks to the mulled wine... the sooner he got to the following day of hung-over gift giving, the better.

He had a sip of water before bed, too. Maybe that was why he was feeling a little wet down there. Maybe he just needed to climb out of bed and relieve himself...

He reached down to rub at his cock, but his paw pressed into something soft, fuzzy, and pliant.

He heard a moan, as well. A very familiar-sounding one.

When he opened his eyes, a smear of orange and red at the other side of the bed came into focus. Something pink was slithering around the tip of his cock, and two warm, soft pillows were pressing against his shaft repetitively, sliding up and down and squishing in. The Delphox's dark eye-shadowed lids opened, and Caitlyn fixed Clay with a sultry, bleary gaze.

"M-mother?!" Clay squawked, suddenly wide awake as he pulled his cock out from between his mother's tits.

"Good morning, darling~" she said, looking at him with a bleary, unsteady smile. "Did you sleep well?"

He could smell her breath from here - the vinegar scent of stale wine was thick. His dick was still rock hard, betraying him(her breath didn't help in that regard). She reached out to wrap her hand around the base, but Clay slithered back to sit upright against the headboard.

"What's the matter?" Caitlyn asked gently, fluttering her eyes. "Can't a mother give a present to her darling boy...?"

"Why're you up this early?" Clay choked, as his mother encroached closer.

"Oh, I haven't even gone to bed," Caitlyn giggled. "Your father went to bed hours ago, and he's dead to the world..."

She rolled her eyes and huffed.

Clayton's throat felt dry.

"Ssso," Caitlyn continued, "I thought I'd pay my darling son a little visit..."

She hiccuped, stifling a wine-burp.

"Mother, m-maybe you should get to bed..." Clay said with a nervous laugh. "You probably just need to have a cup of tea and sleep this off, right? You're n-not yourself right now."

"Nnnonsense." Caitlyn reached out and put two shaky hands on Clay's shoulders. It was impossible for him to escape from under her, her naked breasts pressing into his chest as she loomed and leered down at him. "Such a pretty boy..."

He could feel his skin crawl from the sheer _wrong-_ness of the situation. But he could also feel his dick quiver.

"Mom, you're crushing me-"

"Hush." Caitlyn turned on a dime, her tone suddenly becoming authoritatively brusque. "What sort of mother would I be if I wasn't smothering my little boy with affection."

Before Clay tried to demur, her eyes flashed.

Oh no...

The Braixen had no time to look away. Caitlyn's red irises distorted and twisted outwards, like two unravelling balls of yarn. Two twisting pinwheels of red flowed through her glowing white eyes, and her snout traced a circle in the air to follow their curvature.

Clay was an excellent enchanter. But his mother had decades of experience on him. He might have been able to avert his eyes, or counter with a hypnotic flash of his own - just to stun her, of course.

But...

Oh yes...

He was trapped, and groggy, and the magic whirl-pooling through her eyes was too seductively beguiling. His whole world spun with her eyes. She blinked slowly - was it part of the effect, or just because she was too drunk to see straight? It didn't matter.

"Now... fall into my eyes, and drift into a pleasant half-sleep for me... I don't want you out completely. I want to make sure you enjoy my gift..."

She was leaning close to him now, bathing him with the hypnotic colour.

As she spoke, the alcohol reek of her breath caressed Clay's face, and his own eyes began to mimic her spirals. He moaned dizzily, leaning towards Caitlyn as though magnetised.

"M-mother," he croaked. "P...please..."

"Come now," Caitlyn crooned, her lips puckered in a comely fashion. "You can call me Mommy, can't you?"

"Mm..mmuh..." Clayton tried to demur, but his mother's hand gripped his cock and began to stroke. "Mmmnnnuh...!"

"There we go~ that's my darling boy... Stare deeper, and thrust against your mommy's paw, doesn't that feel so nice?"

She was stroking a bit too roughly for Clayton's usual taste. But he was too dazed to care, groaning and drooling as his tongue lolled out. His dick stayed nice and hard either way...

"Now... sit back and relax, and let me take good care of you, like a good boy."

"Ynn..."

As Caitlyn leaned back, Clayton attempted to follow, trying to stay as close to the pretty spirals as he could. He could only go so far, sitting upright with his spine curled forward, as she enveloped his cock between her warm tits again. She lapped at his cocktip, trying - and failing - to stifle a drunken burp, before wrapping her full lips around it and pressing his needy shaft hard between her breasts.

"Mmmuh... mommy...!" Clayton mewled, his tongue lolling out as his lips curled into a big, dopey smile, like a child who'd just been offered an extra helping of dessert.

"Mmhm..." Caitlyn's lips smacked and suckled, pulling his hips forward, cock-tip first. The rest of his shaft was completely buried underneath those breasts. The dark, furry cavern squished and jostled him, and he whimpered needily, his hips rocking and rolling with their wave-like motions. Her decades of experience brought him to the edge so quickly...

Clay was mercifully too hypnotised to wonder if she'd done this same routine to his father in the past. That would have probably broken his brain.

Instead, he just kept whimpering and mewling and humping into Caitlyn's chest, pushing his cocktip into her mouth just a little as he felt it get harder, and tinglier, and more excited for the finish, when Mommy would squeeze him so tight, and Mommy would make him cum so hard...!

She pulled away abruptly, smacking her lips. Her demeanour had shifted. She suddenly looked... rather bored. Or annoyed. She wiped the drool away from her mouth with her forearm as she pulled away. Clayton shivered as the cold morning air made his needy dribbling cock shiver.

"Mm-muh... mommy...?" Clayton moaned, his mind still full of that swirling aphrodisiac spell.

"My feet are killing me," she groaned. She had reached behind and was rubbing at one of her paws, out of his view. "Nnh. Be a good boy and give your mommy a footrub."

She swung her legs around from underneath her, the bed creaking as her generous weight shifted over it. She shifted around so she was practiclaly sitting on Clayton's splayed legs, as she lifted her own bare ones and pressed them against his face. They were warm, steamy... and musky.

She'd probably been running around preparing things all the previous night, and her paws had a sea-side pungency to them that would have probably been irresistible to the horny Braixen, even without the hypnotism.

"Yes Mommy!" he said with the polite tone of a happy automaton.

As Clayton's thumbs pushed into the pawpads of Caitlyn's right foot - sweat infused, smooth, and silky soft - she moaned and laid back on the bed. His thumbs rolled to and fro, his palms squished and splayed them out so he could rub in between the toes, and she groaned with pleasure.

"Nnnhm... I knew you'd figured out all the ways t'please a lady..." she slurred, wiping her free foot along his stomach. "Good boy..."

"Yes, Mommy~!" Clayton's tone was still cheery and blank, his movements mechanical, yet detailed.

"Mmn... wonderful w-work... you really take after..y...your...f... ffzzh..."

By the time Clayton finished his thorough attentions on Caitlyn's one paw and moved to the other, she was snoring softly; the litres of wine had finally caught up with her, and she was as heavy and insensate as a corpse.

Clayton stared down at her, full of nothing but mesmerised obedient love, and continued to work. Kneading in the same careful, servile fashion he trained his employees at the inn to do. And sampling a taste or two while he was at it... Mommy wouldn't know.

He didn't mind that his cock was still hard, still unsatisfied, and that his legs were rapidly falling asleep thanks to his mother's full weight resting on them. Nor did he think about what would happen when they were barged in upon, by the servants, his siblings, or his father.

All that was on his mind was the wonderful present his Mommy had given him.

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