Diggin' Tunnels
#18 of Paid Commissions
In the heart of the vast savannah, Timon and his mother, Ma, found themselves in a heated argument about their fate as meerkats tasked with digging tunnels. The sun beat down relentlessly, mirroring the escalating tension between mother and son.
"Ma, I can't spend my whole life digging tunnels! There's gotta be more to life than just this," Timon declared with a determined expression, his eyes reflecting a longing for adventure.
Ma, stern and practical, sighed, "Timon, we're meerkats. Digging tunnels is what we do; it's our way of life. It keeps us safe from predators, and it's our responsibility."
Timon, however, was adamant. "Responsibility or not, Ma, I want to see the world beyond these tunnels. I want to explore, have fun, and live my life."
Their disagreement echoed across the savannah, the arid landscape bearing witness to the clash of dreams and tradition. Ma, torn between the desire to protect her son and letting him follow his own path, hesitated before responding.
"Timon, life is about balance. We need to protect our home, but I understand your restlessness. Maybe there's a way we can find a compromise, where you can explore without abandoning our responsibilities," Ma suggested, hoping to bridge the gap between tradition and the allure of the unknown.
"Ma," Timon says in a thick Jersey accent, rolling his eyes. "For the last time... I hate this. I hate diggin' holes. There's gotta be something more to life than scurry, sniff, and flinch!"
"Timmy, I need you to cooperate with me, okay?" his mother sighs, "I know you're a little tired, but you get used to it! Why, when I met your father, rest his spirit, he was one of the hardest working tunnelers around!"
"How did you guys even meet anyway?"
"Not important right now," her accent is a tad thicker than Timon's, "What I'm sayin' is... you're a tunneler, Son. It's what we all do, it's what we all have done!"
Despite their differences, Timon reluctantly follows his mother to a new area of the tunnel system. The dispute continues as they navigate the intricate labyrinth below the surface, the echoing tunnels amplifying the intensity of their argument.
As their disagreement reaches a crescendo, fate takes an unexpected turn. Ma, in her frustration and haste, misjudges one of the holes, and her momentary distraction results in her getting stuck. She squirms and wriggles, but her attempts only seem to wedge her further into the tight space.
Timon, torn between irritation and concern, approaches cautiously. "Ma, maybe this is a sign! Maybe it's time to reconsider our tunnel-centric lifestyle," he suggests with a hint of sarcasm, but a genuine worry lingers in his voice. "Uh, you okay? Should I get help? Or..." Timon looks over his mother's ass, biting his bottom lip. "Or uh..." There's no way Ma's ass has always been that big.
Ma, caught in an awkward position, grumbles, "Oh, just help me out of here, Timon, and we can discuss our 'lifestyle' later!" she calls through the other side of the wall. "Hnn-nn-nn-nngh! Oogh... Yup, we're going to have to just dig me out."
As Ma remains wedged in the tight spot, Timon, with a mixture of concern and determination, steps forward to lend a helping paw. He positions himself strategically, attempting to pull his mother free from the constricting space by the base of her tail, her ankles, even by simply grabbing her hips, even trying to wedge his fingers between Ma's ass and the dirt wall. With a focused effort, he exerts all the strength he can muster, but the attempt proves futile. All the touching and groping, though, is getting to him. Timon notices his cock starting to harden. As it does, he can't help but imagine his mother... offering herself to him. All she'd have to do is lift her tail, show off her big, plush ass... he shakes his head free of daydreams.
"Uh... um. Come on, Ma! You've got to twist a bit or something," Timon urges, his frustration evident in his voice as his initial attempt to free her falls short.
Ma, despite her predicament, manages a wry smile. "You're not exactly Rafiki when it comes to rescues, Timon."
"See? That right there... that's what I'm talking about! You mean to tell me I'm good at nothing, nothing at all... except digging?" Timon groans, clenching his fists. "Y-you know what, Ma? I'm done!"
"Timmy, don't you raise your voice to me like that!"
"Ma... fuck your rules for a second!" Timon paces back and forth as his erection only getting larger. "I'm... I'm sorry, Ma, I didn't mean to cuss at'cha..." he babbles on, unable to collect his thoughts as he hones in on his mother's exposed ass. Every time she wriggles and squirms, her tail moves out of the way, exposing her little holes. "M-ma, I just..."
"Just get me out of here!"
"Aa-aargh! You never listen!" Timon says, reaching out and slapping his mother's ass.
She gasps, her eyes wide, her legs crossing in complete embarrassment, unable to speak.
Timon says nothing, staring wide-eyed down at his mother's ass as her tail is tucked tightly between her knees, trapped under her criss-crossed ankles. He looks at his hand, the very hand that slapped his own mother on the ass, and looks down at his cock looking back up at him, twitching and itching for more of that adrenaline.
"T-Timmy?" says Ma. "Timmy, just... l-let me get outta here... and... we can--aa-aa-aagh!" she's slapped again, her heart slamming in her chest.
Timon watches the redness on his mother's ass slowly appear. The sound was loud, echoing briefly in the tunnel system. The tingling remains on his palm, as surely it does on her ass. His cock is throbbing, aching. It's vascular and thick, standing full-mast.
That's right... we're in the East tunnels... they're closed off. Nobody would come down this way. Timon grips his cock in his right paw, spitting down onto his shaft. He strokes himself and gazes wantingly at Ma's ass while his cock is slathered in his slick spit.
"Timmy? Timon, what are you doing back there?" Ma asks, a bit of fear in her voice.
"Nothin', Ma," Timon says under his breath, almost sinisterly as he grips the base of Ma's tail, lifting it and exposing her pink, puckered asshole to the cool underground air.
"T-Timon! W-what are you doing!? Put that down!" Ma says, squirming in place, trying to wiggle her ass away from her son's view. Her efforts are fruitless. Timon has a harsh grip on his mother's tail right at the base, holding it as he holds his cock.
Timon bites his bottom lip as he admires his mother's pink asshole. The cute, little button looks to be untouched. "Ma, you uh... never play around back here, do you?" he asks, muttering under his husky breath.
"Timon, you're scaring me," she shudders, unable to make out a word from beyond the wall she's stuck in. She feels her tail getting lifted and suddenly her asshole is prodded at. "T-Timon! D-don't you dare! W-what do you think you're doing?!"
"Taking a little control," he groans, pressing the tip of his cock firmly against his mother's asshole. He can barely hear her whining and pleading for mercy and rescue under his own heart beating in his head, slamming against his ear drums. Am I seriously going to do this? He can't stop. Oh my God, I am. "S-sorry, Ma," he shudders, slipping his cock in a little further. His tip enters with a slick pop and Ma falls completely still, frozen in place.
Her insides, however, pulsate and twitch around Timon's member as it slowly sinks inside. The young meerkat caresses Ma's ass, fluffing her hips and truly getting a passionate, intimate feel for his mother's curvaceous, sultry thighs. His hands run about her fur and truly worship the ass he sinks his cock into.
"Aagh, God..." Timon huffs, "M-Ma... you have no idea how much I need this." Timon leans forward, hugging his mother's waist, thrusting a little harder and sliding himself further inside. "I need something... I need anything other than digging these God damned tunnels!" Timon grunts, thrusting harder into the tight, pink crevice.
"Oh my God..." Ma utters, holding her hands over her mouth as she stares wide-eyed into the darkness. All she can do is listen to her racing thoughts, feel her slamming heart and aching asshole getting slowly gaped wider and wider. She feels her insides make way for Timon's cock. My son is fucking my ass! There's no way out of this, is there? "Help! S-Someone!" Ma squeals out, flailing and squirming, wiggling and trying to free herself from the hole. It seems the harder she struggles, the harder Timon grips her plush hips. All she can do is allow tears to spring to her eyes as she grows confused and frustrated, squirming and kicking to get free, only to feel her son holding her legs still as he thrusts harder, his belly pressed against her lower back. "He's... all the way in."
"I'm all the way in," he huffs under his breath. Timon feels his cock throbbing as he takes a moment to enjoy the warmth surrounding his cock. The warm, tight asshole suckles him carefully with every twitching throb. "Heh... if I didn't know better, I'd think she was enjoyin' it. Well... Ma... how's this for drillin' holes?" he clenches his jaw and thrusts harder and faster, feeling his mother's hole tighten around his swelling shaft. His balls swing beneath him, slapping against his mother's plush, drenched pussy. "My God... you're wet from this! You like it, do ya?"
"Please, stop!" Ma calls from the other side of the wall. "Please... Timmy! Can't you hear me!?"
All Timon can hear is a muffled struggle. "I ain't hearin' a 'no'," he smirks, pulling out a fair distance and slamming himself back inside over and over again. Her asshole squeezes around him, searing hot and unused to cock. He wedges himself in and out, breathing harder as his fingers curl into his mother's fur.
Ma curls her toes on the other side of the wall while Timon has his way with her asshole, forcing her tail to stay out of the way, using his knees to keep her from kicking, and even slapping her large, round ass while listening to her muffled cries on the other side of the wall. He grips her hips tightly, slamming his cock deeply inside her with all his might, his full, heavy balls continuing to swing and slam into Ma's pussy, soaking them in her juices.
"You're so tight!" Timon calls out, panting and breathing heavily.
"You're too big!" calls Ma, her distant screaming falling on mostly deaf ears.
Timon chuckles, "Whaa-?" he cups a hand behind an ear, listening harder while he thrusts, not even having the courtesy to stop. "I can't hear you! Louder, Ma!" he scoffs, "Eh, whatever..." I've been undermined and pushed around long enough! Timon's vascular dick throbs and swells the more he works himself up. The harder he thrusts, the less he cares whether or not his mother even cares for this.
Ma can only cry and squirm, her stomach feeling extremely full while Timon's cock expands her hole, gaping it to its limit. She squirms and grunts, groaning as her son plows her tight hole from behind, her large, voluptuous breasts making it even harder for her to wedge herself through the hole. The faster Timon thrusts and the harder he slaps, the more Ma thrashes and panics, kicking her legs behind her on either side of Timon. Timon holds her by the ankles, using them as handles to drive himself further and deeper inside.
Timon shudders, a chill coasting along his spine in a confused, forbidden type of pleasure. With every thrust, he can feel his mother's insides squeezing around his cock, milking him firmly as she squirms and bucks, trying so desperately to get free.
"M-Ma, don't move so much!" Timon shudders, feeling his balls tightening and his shaft throbbing. His eyes fall droopy as he relishes in the bliss, "Ma, I'm... I'm gonna... oh God," he grunts, slamming himself into his mother's asshole, his balls pressed hard against her drenched pussy. "My God, you're so wet!"
Ma stares into the darkness before her, the only source of light being plugged up by her voluptuous frame. She can feel her son's cock throbbing and pulsating in her asshole, stretching her a little with each swelling throb. The hot, salty cum makes its way inside her, splashing against her walls and filling her with its warm, wet sensation. She tries even harder to pull herself through the hole, only to feel Timon's cock slip out of her asshole. Ma can feel the cum oozing out of her ass and dripping over her wet, swelling pussy.
"Timmy, why..." Ma utters, her eyes watering with tears of confusion. "I don't understand. Did... did I do something wrong? A-as a mother?"
Timon watches as Ma struggles, her fat ass jiggling and unable to make it through the hole. The cum drips down her inner thigh and some of it coats over her plush, beckoning pussy. His cock still hard, Timon watches his mother's pussy as it slowly opens and invites the cum inside.
"Oh man," says Timon, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, "Do I got another round in me? Think so..." Timon slaps his mother's ass again and admires the way it jiggles and moves, making her stop squirming for a moment, her feet crossing in embarrassment. He looks at her pussy, pressing his thumb against her exposed, hardened clit, making her jerk rather hard. "Oh! So you are turned on?"
"Timmy, d-don't touch me there! Timon! Timon, you gotta be able to hear me!"
Timon was not able to hear her. All he can hear on the other side of the wall is muffled nagging. He grips his cock at the base and lines himself up with Ma's pussy, biting his lip as his heart beats against his chest harder and harder. It echoes in his ears, drowning out the voice of reason that begs him not to violate his own mother. With the freedom from guilt and conscience, he presses the tip of his cock against his mother's clit, making her squirm and dampen even more. He presses a bit harder, shivering as Ma's juices flow over his meaty tip.
"Jeeze, Ma... been a while for you, huh?" Timon smirks.
Ma squirms harder, trying to wedge herself free, spasming and jerking, trying with all her might. The fur on her forehead is drenched in sweat, dribbling down her temples as her heart slams against her chest. She wiggles from side to side, her palms pressed against the dirt wall. Pushing and prying, she refuses to give up, even if there's just no getting out, she tries. Lifting a knee to the wall on the other side hoists her ass a little higher up.
Timon watches Ma's ass rise up, her tail moving out of the way of her cum-filled hole. Timon presses his cock harder against his mother's pussy, massaging her clit with his tip a bit harder. He slips his cock up and down Ma's juicy pussy, making her squirm a little more. It soon becomes less about getting unstuck and more about avoiding Timon's cock. She sways her hips left to right as she attempts to twist and turn to no avail... and suddenly, she's stopped.
Timon feels a rush of warmth wash over his entire length, his pelvis freezes and his nerves, for only a moment, forget why they were so rattled. The anger nearly washes away as Ma's pussy begins to suckle on his tip and shaft.
"Jesus, Ma!" Timon shivers, slowly thrusting forward, sinking himself into Ma's warm, juicy hole. "Yeesh, it's like a geyser back here!" He pulls out only to slam himself back inside, his mother groaning loudly from beyond the wall. With each thrust, there are more juices coating his cock, soaking his fur from his stomach to his thighs. Soon, he can't help himself. The sensation of Ma's pussy juices soaking his entire cock makes Timon start to breathe a little faster. "Your ass was amazing but this... oh, Ma!" he shudders, "Jesus, Ma!"
"Timon! Stop!" Ma screams, again, her begging falling on deaf ears. All Timon can hear are muffled cries beyond the dirt wall and all Ma can hear are muffled, powerful grunts. "Timmy, please!" she screams louder, trying to penetrate the dirt wall, "I'm your mother! Stop!" tears roll down her cheeks as she struggles in the hole, her son fucking her harder and faster from behind. No matter how hard she tries, her breasts, hips, and ass are just far too large to fit through the tightly packed wall.
Ma feels her pussy gaping as she's stuffed with Timon's cock; over and over she can feel Timon slamming against her cervix with no signs of slowing down. The harder Timon thrusts, the louder Ma groans, nearly screaming. Timon ignores it, starting to feel his muscles burning and his cock tingling. He slides his hands down to Ma's ankles and then over her feet, admiring the plushness of her paw pads as her toes wiggle and clench. His heart beats faster, echoing louder in his head. He massages and fondles his mother's pads as his tip swells a bit, aching to cum.
Ma can only sob and pant amidst her tears as Timon thrusts and slams harder, her pussy dampening even more as her juices seep into her fur. Every thrust exploits how wet she is as a testament to her body's reactions. Looking backwards, all Ma can see is the dirt wall that separates her from her son. She breathes harder, feeling something familiar well up inside her. Her pussy walls begin to throb, making her feel even tighter around Timon's cock as he continues to thrust, even though Ma can barely take it. The remnants of the stimulation in her gaping, cum-filled asshole plus the vigorous pou ding against her cervix makes it nearly impossible for her to keep her cool.
"T-Timon!" Ma calls, squirming a little harder, much more determined to escape as a familiar high crashes over her. She wails loudly into the darkness as her pussy spasms and throbs around her son's cock, "Tim-Timo-o-o-on!"
"Ah, jeeze, Ma!" Timon groans, tilting his face to the ceiling of their tunnel system. "Are you... cumming? Oh that feels so... good," he shudders, leaning his head back and fucking her through her orgasm. He finds himself trying to burst through her tightening, slick walls as hard as he can as her juices lubricate him. He grips either side of Ma's hips, and takes a deep breath in. "Sorry, Ma... I just can't hold back!" He runs his fingers through Ma's fur, soon clutching both fists, pulling her hard and ramming himself forward as he grunts loudly, almost beastly. He utters as he breathes heavily, "I'm... cumming again... oh my God, this feels too good! H-holy mackerel! It's... oh y-yeah!"
Ma can feel her own son's cock prodding and slamming at her cervix, but something is beginning to feel... intense. Timon's constant ramming and slamming with his impressively large, thick member is beginning to bruise Ma's cervix, knocking against her uterus and demanding entry. As Ma catches her breath between groans, moans, and hollering to Timon, she feels herself start to give inside. Her cervix, once a strong, fleshy doorway to her uterus now a soft, bruised obstacle that Timon finds rather inconvenient.
"I got too much dick for this, Ma... sorry..." Timon presses forward once more with a powerful thrust as his seed gushes from his sensitive tip, filling not only his mother's pussy, but his thrust allowed Timon to break past that barrier, injecting his cum straight into Ma's uterus, filling it lump after pump with his second hot load.
Ma can feel the cum inside her, sending chills all over her body. She stares wide-eyed into the dark, unfinished tunnel, her heart slamming in her chest, her throat, her tongue, her ears. My son came inside. She catches her breath, closing her eyes and holding back tears. Now what do I do? What if someone finds out? What if I become preg--
Timon slowly pulls out, his cock dripping with seed and juices. A thin line of cum is all that connects the meerkats until it snaps, separating them. Timon can barely believe his eyes. Before him are his mother's gaping holes, both stuffed full of cum and looking oddly delicious. He checks behind him to make sure nobody is coming, and while his cock begins to fall flaccid, he gets to his knees.
Using his thumbs, Timon opens Ma's pussy, watching her push most of the cum out. He watches it dribble out of her pussy and asshole, unable to stop himself. He leans close to her pussy and allows his tongue to hang over his bottom lip. Closing his eyes, Timon presses his to guess against Ma's clit, lapping against it softly at first, catching his cum on his tongue. He laps up a mouthful and swallow, smacking his lips.
"Hmm... ain't bad! We ain't so bad together, Ma! Heh... damn. You taste... good!" Timon wags his tail back and forth as he dives forward again, licking and suckling all over Ma's clit, making her squirm and jerk about. He carries the licking up to her asshole, catching more of his cum as he begins to rim her rather deeply, kissing and licking at Ma's ass lovingly.
Ma can only writhe in disgust, ignoring her body's natural responses to being fucked and licked. Her body continues to tell Timon that its all good, but her mind and heart know otherwise. She blushes deeply as she closes her eyes, stifling more tears. I can't believe this happened! This is happening and I'm stuck here. Am I ever gonna get outta here?!
"That's it!" Ma groans, panting as Timon licks her clit yet again, going back and forth between her asshole and her pussy. "Get... me... out... of...here! Now!" Ma's anger is audible this time. In fact, it echoes in the unfinished tunnel system, reverberating off the walls. Timon can actually feel some of the sounds vibration in his knees. He stops licking, his tongue holding still on his mother's clit.
"Shit... O-okay okay... uh..." Timon stands up, wiping his lips on his arm. "Uh... on the count-a three... you push against the wall. Ready?"
***
"Ma, I said I was sorry!" Timon begs.
"Sorry?! Timmy... I was trapped there! And you... you did those things!" Ma blushes, crossing her arms in embarrassment over her large, immaculate chest. "You're father would be rolling in his grave... look, let's... try and get over this." Ma watches Timon curl up in his nest, looking ashamed. "You're a growing boy... maybe its just nature taking over," she says unsure.
"Yeah, nature... uh... so are... we okay?"
"Timmy, we'll talk about this more later," says Ma, backing out of Timon's den. "I love you, sweetie. No matter what."
"Love you too, Ma. Night."
Leaving Timon's den, she has butterflies in her stomach, but Ma decides the best thing to do is to try and move forward. Timon, on the other hand, will never forget the flavor, the heat, the sensation. He looks down to his groin as he lays awake, his hand slowly moving to his growing cock.
"Heh... it starts."