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“HEY!” James yelled and threw his wings wide. The sparrowhawk had just gotten off the bus, back home from a long year at college.

“Oi!” bellowed Arnie, his gator childhood friend. The massive male grabbed and swept up the smaller hawk and spun him around. Which James couldn’t help but kick one of his legs out as his best bud held him up. “Back from college, college boy!” Arnie’s voice dropped into a mimicry of an accent, “Got you an edumucation?”

Beak chattered, “Working on gettin’ me some lernin, I tell you wut.” James glanced past his buddy to the car behind him, “Still riding the ol’ Rat trap, eh?” He flashed a beaky grin and wandered over with his friend. Arnie just chuckled at him and shook his head. Up in the front seat of the aged SUV was another friend, “Hey, Rat trap!”

Nicky pretended to look up from her phone in surprise and looked over James. “Ah fuck,” the rat turned to glare at Arnie, “you said we were going for ice cream and strippers, not to pick up feather dusters!” Arnie and Nicky were a strange couple, one that somehow seemed at odds yet fit perfectly together at the same time. Her slender build to Arnie’s bulk, their temperament, temper, so on and so forth. Everything seemed at odds, but here they were.

“We are getting ice cream and strippers,” the gator heaved a sigh as he slipped into the driver’s seat. “After we pick up Lex.”

James perked his feathers, “Lex is still around? Thought he was going to school for Comp Sci.”

Nicky twisted around, “Gap year and all that, decided to come back home after some shit went down. They’re letting him do remote schooling and all that.”

“Some shit?” James hopped in the back and buckled up, “What shit?”

Arnie glanced over at Nicky, who didn’t even look up from her phone, “It’s not important, will tell you about it later. She waved her hand, “All that’s important right now is hooking back up with everyone and celebrating.” Nicky leaned towards Arnie, but then leaned back until she was staring at James upside down, “Mister College Boi fancy feathers getting back from school. Heard you’ve been doing pretty damn good out there. Bet you’ve had all the other feathers there flocking around you.” She cracked a crooked grin, “Had all sorts of hens coming after you, or are you after the cock more?” She stretched out and poked James in the stomach, “Could never figure out if you were into the guys or gals more, or both. Both is good.”

The gator rumbled, “Both is good.”

James swatted at Nicky’s hand and laughed, “Ah, been too busy for that. Didn’t do much dating, went out with a few people here and there. You know how it is moving and all that. Couldn’t quite get settled. Lots of parties though.” Nicky kept staring at him, which made the hawk shift a bit, “So what’s been going on here?”

“Oh no you don’t,” Nicky wiggled her finger at him, “Every time we bring it up, you avoid the topic. So now I’m really curious, especially with you going yonder and coming back.” Her eyes softened a little, “Dude, you know we’re all cool here. If you’re Ace or Aro or something like that, let us know. We can skip the strippers if you’re not into that sort of thing.” That softness lasted all of a second before she over exaggerated it. “We’re here for you, we’re your friends, we tolerate your presence greatly.”

James laughed and swatted at her hand, “Fuck off.” Which prompted a slap fight between the two of them. Nicky arching and stretching over the armrest so she could try and get both her hands into the fray. James swatted at her hands as well, trying to dodge that tail as it snuck around the seat.

Not that Arnie was going to be left out of the fray. He just waited until he pulled up in front of a house to strike. One hand on his phone, typing out a message, his other reached over and slipped right up Nicky’s top. The gator rumbled pleasantly, typing out a message as his fingers boldly went right up under the rat’s bra and, “Titty twister!” as his hand moved sharply.

Lex opened the other door right as this happened. The rat’s squeal greeted the iguana and made him pause a moment before Nicky said, “Harder.”

“Yeah, expected that,” Lex sighed and slid into the seat. “Sup, dudes?” He leaned over, still wearing his perpetually tired expression. His tall, lean frame looking more like his clothes hung off a hanger than a body. Odd group of friends, but they’d been around each other about as long as they’d been alive. Adopting an easy rapport with each other. To the point where none of them batted an eye as Nicky stuck her tongue out.

She pulled her shirt back down as Arnie got back on the road, “Well, we were trying to figure out which flavor of the rainbow James is.”

Lex nodded and laid his head against the window, “Oh he’s straight with exceptions.”

James huffed and snapped his beak, “What makes you say that?” The hawk crossed his arms and leaned against the other window, guarding himself further assaults from Nicky.

The rat’s ears perked up, “Yeah, what makes you say that?” She started to twist around in her seat. More than ready to simply sit backwards. If it hadn’t been for a swat right to her ass from Arnie and a point. Nicky frowned and sat back down, but turned to look.

Lex didn’t bother opening his eyes as he rolled his shoulders, “Pretty good at reading him, plus there was some incidents growing up at sleepovers.” The iguana cracked a slight smile, “Though he never got involved in what Arnie and I were up to.” Eyes still closed, he made a kissing noise towards the gator, “Isn’t that right, Rumbles?”

Nicky gasped, “You and Arnie used to hook up? Oh wait, I knew that.”

Lex flicked his tongue slightly, “Well yeah, you got involved in that.” He opened an eye and glanced over at James, “Though you...” Lex turned to look at James and put his finger to his chin in thought. “Let me guess, he hasn’t been dating, scored well, and changed the subject when asked?”

James started to answer, working his beak as his cheeks warmed. Nicky burst in with a, “Yeah, business as usual.”

The iguana nodded slowly, “Yep, still a virgin then.”

Beak snapped, “I am not...” Lex gave him a look and arched his brow. “Okay, but, I just hadn’t...” he rolled his hand, “Found the right time for all this. Plus kind of worried I’d...” he trailed off and muttered, “embarrass... myself...”

“Ah dude,” Nicky craned her head around and looked at him, “Were you afraid we’d make fun of you or some shit? We’re your buds, your wing men, your... something else that sounds kind of cool. We’d gladly help you get your feathers fluffed.” That sincerity in her eyes faded to a playful glint, “Should I get Arnie to pull over so we can get in back? I can give you some tips.”

James’ laugh was almost hysterical, but he was glad that this was his group of friends. “I mean... no, not really. You’re cute and all, but I can’t think of you in a sexy way. No offense.”

Nicky waved her hand, “None taken, we’ve been buds too long. It’d be just as weird for me if we did.”

Lex flicked his tongue slowly in thought, “So what if we helped you hook up with someone else.” The iguana tapped his finger to his lips. “Someone that won’t judge and will happily give you a good time.” He leaned towards Arnie and hissed quietly, “The Charmer?”

The gator’s muzzle split into a wide grin, “Charmer.”

Nicky groaned, “That’s like an hour away.” The rat huffed and slumped in her chair, “Better stop and get me a snack at least.”

Arnie rumbled, “Will have to, need a bit of gas too.”

James was more than a little stunned, so much was happening all at once. The sparrowhawk twisted his head between each of his friends as they spoke. Nicky and Lex arguing a bit about where they should stop, besides this Charmer place. Arnie muttered and mumbled about gas as he passed one station after another. All while the drone of music rumbled over the speakers, undercutting it all.

It wasn’t until they were pulling into a gas station that things quieted down. Everyone piled out to go do what they wanted to before the impromptu trip. James stuck to Lex’s side, “What is this Charmer place?” he hissed under his breath.

“Sex club,” Lex yawned and leaned into his corner of the back seat, “Specializes in reptilian and avian. Specifically ones with cloaca.” The iguana cracked a smirk as he gave a slow stretch and settled back down. “I do remember how you liked those images and videos.” He rolled his tongue and began to imitate the slick noises that a worked up vent could produce. Opening an eye, he looked over at James, “Friendly, clean place. Hey,” he reached over and gave his avian friend a gentle pat, “Don’t worry, we can do something like a private dance. Maybe a little show.” He chuckled, “The girls there won’t mind if you do or don’t,” he trailed off and waved his hand in a silence indication of what else might happen.

James chattered his beak and ruffled up his feathers, “Yeah, but...”

Lex waved his hand, “Don’t worry, I’m bankrolling this.” He cracked a grin, “Let’s just say I got out of the market at the right time. Got a big chunk of change just sitting in savings. Do this for the double trouble now about once a month. Have a big party night, pay for shit, and get to hang out with them. The real bitch is planning it around their off days.” Lex breathed out a sigh, “Don’t worry, if you aren’t having fun, I’ll say my head is hurting. Ask if we can go somewhere quiet for some food or some shit. I got your back, Bro.”

James laughed quietly, “Yeah, thanks. Just a little...” he trailed off and wiggled his hand slowly, trying to find a word to describe just how he was feeling.

The iguana waved his hand, “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry about it though. It’s like when we went to the air soft place that time. You were terrified about it until we all unloaded on you. Then suddenly you were all in and having the time of your life.” He chuckled and tucked himself into the corner.

His beak clicked quietly, “Well, I don’t know if I’d want all you unloading on me here.” He laughed quietly and tucked himself against the door as well, mirroring Lex. “I’d seen the mess that Arnie makes. Don’t wanna even think about it once Nicky’s been teasing him, or whatever the fuck else goes on.” He could feel the urge to nervously ramble and cut it off, closing his eyes and leaning into the window a bit.

“What the fuck you two talking about?” Nicky shouted as she wrenched the door open.

“Just what you do to Arnie when the two of you are,” Lex made a jerking motion.

The rat piled into the car, “Oh, I can get him to go off like a geyser when I want. Tease him a couple hours and then sploosh!” she threw her hand up, “All over my face and tits.” She stuck her tongue out, “Once he even got it up my nose. Now that was a trip! Oh yeah!” she tossed a bag back at James, “Got you some chicken jerky and a soda. You still like that yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks. Hadn’t even thought about it, just been kinda,” he waved his hand and broke into the packet, nibbling at the strips. He was pretty nervous about everything. Dating had been, well not exactly rough. Just weird here and there. Figure that someone was into him, talk to them, maybe go on a few dates, and then nothing. Being first year in college was a bit easier. Everyone was having similar cycles. Not to mention the sheer workload and getting used to school, Though did get weird when he’d come back to the dorm to find his roomie hooking up. Then there was his general nerves with things too, which just kept killing off this or that even when he did find another bird or something. Which was a task in and of itself. Not to mention the few times he heard someone was just trying to get with him to see, ‘if it was true’ and that shit.

The trip out to The Charmer was about the same as any other road trip with buds. Lots of jokes, ribbing, and just having fun. James relaxed along the way and fell into easy chatter. He almost forgot what they were headed towards. At least until they pulled up into the parking lot of a rather nondescript building and Arnie threw it into park.

“So this is the place?” James looked it over as he climbed out. It didn’t really look like... much of anything. Couple stories tall, wide and deep, nothing beyond the name on the building front and a sign by the road. There was a handful of cars scattered through the lot. A glow leaked through the windows, but they’d all been painted over. Couldn’t see in, couldn’t see out, which he guessed made sense for what it was.

“Don’t look like much, but trust me on this.” Lex waved him to follow. Arnie and Nicky falling into step with them. “It’s a lot better inside.”

After they got through the bouncers at the door. Lex chatted up the large, broad bovine at the door and forked over some cash before they were let in. Inside the club was a lot more vibrant. A low, thumping track rang from the speakers. Loud, but not deafening so. Snakes, lizards, avians and more lounged about. Some danced on stage to the music, but it was in a strange idle sort of way. There were plenty of booths, seats, stools, and more scattered around.

Lex draped an arm around James and leaned in, “We’re kinda early, and it’s an off day. It picks up later on, and on the weekends.” He rolled his head as Nicky pressed up to James’ other side.

The rat had a wide grin, “So, should we get him a private showing?”

“Don’t see why not. I’ll take him back there, you can go see if your favorite himbo is on shift.” Lex shooed Nicky off, the rat sticking her tongue out and flipping him the bird. Lex and James both returned the gesture and headed towards the back. “Yeah, private shows are just that. Get some time with a girl in a room. Think of it as,” he waved his hand towards one of the stages, “that, but in a closet. A big closet. Some dance, maybe grinding against you, though some will offer a bit more if the tip is good. Speaking of which,” he fished out a roll of bills that made James’ eyes go wide. Lex peeled off some tens and twenties, rolled them up, and stuffed them into James’ pocket. “Give them at least a couple twenties, more if you want more.”

They arrived by a hallway and Lex nodded at a kiosk, “Let’s see what they’ve got on for tonight. Do you want a guy? Girl? Something more...” he rolled his hand, “guess and see?”

Oh god, it’s really happening isn’t it? James felt his heart hammering away in his chest. Every bit of nerves he’d been pushing aside sprang up right now. “Ah, woman?” that part was easy enough. Lex nodded and leaned over the short wall of the kiosk, thumping the screen and then tapping it. He waved James forward as the screen filled with some pictures. Each very professional looking ,every one of a scantily clad woman posing. The range of species was almost astounding. Although a lot of them were grayed out or marked busy.

Much to his surprise, not only were there a few birds on staff, but there was even a sparrowhawk. She had some curves to her and some very pronounced orange stripes on her belly. It looked like there was certainly some dye being used, highlighting her markings, and making them look more dramatic. She was posed with her tail feathers just barely fanned and a rather coy expression. There was also something that tickled the back of his mind. Something that felt oddly familiar about her, but he couldn’t put his fingers on it. “Jenifer Jetstream?” he asked, perking a brow.

Lex rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “Stage names. There’s a set of geckos here that go by the Lesbian Gecko Army, and they’re very much not lesbians or an army. Just two of them.”

Well, another sparrowhawk shouldn’t be that bad. Right? He tapped on it and the screen for a private show popped up. Before he could even glimpse the price, Lex’s card tapped against the screen. The machine processed, chimed, and told him an ominous Room 3 before spitting out a card. “There you go,” his friend clapped his shoulder, “Head on back. If you need me, you’ve got your phone. Reception here is pretty good. If you can’t find me,” he thumbed towards where Arnie was clearly visible, “look for the walking billboard.”

“A-alright.” James tried to laugh it off, but his nerves were at an all time high. Shuffling down the hall, he found the Room 3 and swiped the card. Just a little click and he pushed into the room.

Just like Lex had said, the room wasn’t much of anything. A seat against one wall looked like it had been taken from a sectional or booth. It looked to be big enough for a couple people, so maybe for small parties? Other than that, there was just a pole set up a few feet away, and another door. The lights here were pretty low, save the simulated spotlight that lit up the pole.

He shuffled into the room and sat on the edge of the booth. Shifting nervously as he glanced around. So what do I do now? Just wait until...

As if on cue, the door on the other end of the room opened up and Jenifer Jetstream came in. As he half-expected, she was dressed like a stewardess, but like one of those idealized 1950s ones with the little hat, too-short of a skirt, and a pleasant expression on her face. “Oh,” she crooned in a low, sultry voice, “another sparrowhawk,” as she strolled through the room. Each step swaying her hips and body as she moved towards him in a slow, meandering pace. “Do you want a dance, or something...” She was near him now and leaned in, “More?”

She was larger than he was, not surprising, but he found himself leaning back in the seat. Driven there by the raw energy she was putting out. “Ah, yes?” he squeaked, his brain already starting to shut down as his eyes darted over her. He couldn’t make out much, not with the room’s single light overhead and aimed behind her. The larger hen cast him into shadow as she loomed over him with a trill.

Her laugh was husky, dripping with seductive overtones, “First time?” He nodded quickly, voice stolen from him. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

Relief came as she stepped back and James found that he could breathe again. Though that relief was short lifted as she began to dance. Her wing-like arms fanned and flicked in a seductive display. Powerful legs lifted and thighs rolled. Each motion drawing his eyes from one part to another. He wasn’t sure when she removed her top, just that one moment she was turning from him, and the next it was flung away to reveal more of her body. She moved just so, letting the light catch and almost sparkle off her dyed markings.

Her breasts bounced free as she breathed out a sigh. Grinning as the feathered mounds bounced and swayed with the roll of her body. Feathered fingers flicked and ran over her body. Over her plumage and down her stomach, to those wide hips. How she loosed her skirt, he didn’t know. Just that it began to whisper off her thighs between one blink and the next. James felt a strange surge of excitement and nerves fluttering through him. He couldn’t help but shift on the seat as his vent began to throb. His body gladly responding to the presence of a female so close.

Then down came her panties. His eyes going wide as he looked at the naked female before him. Taking in every aspect of her. Time felt strange right now, both too fast and agonizingly slow at the same time. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, just how long he’d been there. Had it taken her seconds to strip or had she been doing it for several minutes. His wide eyes followed her, catching the light here and there. Her own gaze was hooded, eyes narrowed as she danced for him. Reading what he was doing and adjusting her routine.

At some point within that rushing eternity, she moved closer. There wasn’t room for thought in his mind. Yet he swore he heard Lex whisper in his ear, “Give her some twenties.” The money somehow found its way into his hand. Jennifer spotted it and turned around, flicking her tail feathers in his face with a coo. Her light touch guided his hand towards a garter belt that strained against her thigh. Somehow, he managed to fit the bills there before his hand traced over her hip. She turned before he could explore too much, a smirk on her beak.

He felt her touch on his cheeks and the hen pushed him further back. He couldn’t help but gasp as she slid right into his lap. Those shapely thighs nestling on either side of his leg. James became keenly aware of the warmth, her warmth, resting right on his leg. Her weight settled atop him and pushed him into the seat. Drawing his head against her plumage and in between her breasts.

Her beak nestled against his head as she breathed out a quiet huff. Then a moan that made him shiver. She moved slowly, steadily, pressing against his thigh. A slow grind that turned into a rock. Her dance continued with a casual urgency as his pulse began to pound. The beating of his heart matched only by the pulsing of his loins as she pushed closer. Nestling her own bare leg between his clothed legs. Arch, push, moan, the cycle fell into an easy and familiar, for her, pattern. James was all but lost to the world as the larger hen rocked against him.. The warmth of her privates against his thigh turning into a wetness as she worked herself up. Breathing louder in his ears, almost coaxing him to follow her. To join her in the arousing rustling of feathers and clothing.

“Oh,” she breathed out,” I’m so close...” She wasn’t the only one. His entire body felt like he’d licked a light socket. Raw, electrical pleasure shook through him from crest to claws. Each cycle focusing tighter and tighter on his privates. Too keenly aware of her leg against him, massaging him, teasing him,. He was starting to pulse and clench now. A sure sign that he was going to reach his own finish at any moment. A touch made him tilt his head back, a look of bliss on his face as the hen leaned in closer.

“James?!”

That tone of voice snapped him out of it and the hawk jolted, “Mom?” he blurted before even realizing it. An instant, then recognition kicked in as his brain began to think again. “MOM?!” he squawked again and jerked back.

A beat passed as they stared at each other. Then Tiffany realized she was perched on her son’s lap and she stiffened, but didn’t pull away. If she did, then security might think the wrong thing. They were very protective of the girls and she couldn’t make any sudden movements. Well, she could, but it would be beyond awkward. Especially if James got hauled out of here. “Wh...” she started, mind trying to think. “What are you doing here? Thought you weren’t due home for a few days.”

It was really hard to think, his body didn’t care that it was his mother on his lap. Hormones were flying about and his body was still throbbing. “Me? What are you doing here?”

“I work here!” she huffed, then snapped her beak shut. “When you went to college, I got kind of bored. Started poking around, someone suggested I do this pole dancing class. Had fun, lost some weight, and then someone suggested maybe I should come try to get a job here. Just for some extra...” James did notice that she was more toned, fit, than she had been when he went off to college. There was something in the way she carried herself too. An easy confidence that hadn’t been there before. It made his body hum a bit, instinct telling him that she would be a good mother. I know she’d be good, she’s my mother!

A firm tap to his beak brought him back. “But what are you doing here?”

“Ah,” he clicked his beak, “Classes wrapped up early. Arnie and them talked me into coming home a couple days early. Figured we could hang out before I come home and bother you.”

She heaved a sigh, “Of course, I figured Nicky would be involved. But why would they send you back for a private show? And with me?”

He frowned, “Wait, does Nicky know you work here?”

Tiffany shook her head, “Nicky saw me, I think Lex did too, but you know with the lights and dye...” She heaved a sigh, “I should get up, but the bosses don’t like us leaving early, especially if we’ve got a good paying customer.” She reached up to brush her fingers through her feathers, “And Lex is a good paying customer, so his friends are...” she trialed off with a huff.

“Yeah I imagine. Bad enough they found out I haven’t been with a woman, imagine if they knew my mom worked here too.”

It was too late when he realized he said that out loud. James stiffened and snapped his beak shut as she looked down at him. “James, honey, you haven’t...” she trailed off and rolled her hands. How could she just up and ask her son if he was a virgin. It really wasn’t her place to know, but here they were. Things were beyond awkward and getting into all new territory.

James clicked his beak and shook his head, somewhere near modified, but really didn’t know how to handle it either.

Tiffany sighed, “Well, you’re here, I’m on the shot, and you did hire Jenifer Jetstream, not Tiffany...” what was she doing? This was wrong, “If you want, we can at least put the smell of a woman on you. That way they won’t hassle you too much when you walk out.”

Could he? Could he really fuck his mom? It was hard enough to believe that his mom was working at a strip club as one of the girls. Just having that offer out there must have broke a part of his brain because he found himself nodding.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Tif... Jenifer thought to herself as she reached down. It just took a practiced tug to undo his belt. Shift of her body and a slight sigh worked his pants open and further down. He’s just a client, a grown man that you’re getting to play with. She peeled his underwear and pants down. “Do you have more money?” she whispered into his ear. He nodded, “Put a few more bills in my garter.”

What the fuck am I doing? James found himself putting the money in his own mother’s garter again. He knew she was his mother, there was no denying it, but his body was just aware of Female Sparrowhawk on top of him. Worse when she loosened his belt and tugged. She breathed a huff into his ear and pushed against him. Which lifted her body up just enough for her to start pushing his pants down. Pants and underwear peeled off his body as he squirmed under her. What is she doing? The thought tried to form as she hooked his clothes with a taloned foot and pushed further down.

The larger hen leaned in and nibbled at his neck and ears. Her warm thigh pressed so close to his. She pressed against him and let her thigh rub against his privates. The smaller male squeaked softly and rocked his head back. Without even thinking, his hands fell to her hips and grabbed. Clinging to her as she began to rock against him slowly. Then faster. Any bit of easing he’d felt from the shock of learning this was his mother faded pretty fast. This wasn’t just his mother, it was a willing and eager sparrowhawk female who was pushing against him. His thighs shook and pressed up as well. Immediately feeling her own wet warmth against his thigh.

Can’t believe I’m doing this, Tiffany thought, but her stage side shushed her. That persona she’d been developing for months hushed gently, He’s just another client willing to pay. Not like he can knock you up. Which was true enough. Though her body didn’t care, it just knew the feel and sound of a male under her. Especially with the feel of his hands clutching at her that made her gasp.

It was hard to tell who moved first. Just one moment, Jenifer was straddling and grinding against James. The next, she was on her back, legs spread with him on top of her. His body shifted just so, nearly scissoring her in an awkward shuffle. Without thinking, she reached down to guide how he positioned himself. Letting her leg drape around his and push his clothes that much further down. Her other slid up and pressed to his chest as she crooned.

“Ah...” James gasped and shivered as his cloaca met hers. Vents brushed in a wet kiss that sent shivers racing up and down his spine. Feathers ruffled as he pushed forward out of instinct.

Wet lips pressed together in a way that shot raw bliss up his spine. The male huffed, panted, and began to rock his hips. Shaky, jerking motions that rocked the hen under him. He groaned and hunched forward, tail feathers lifted then dipped low out of raw, primal urges. She cooed something up at him and he felt feathers brush against him. Was it her hands, her legs, he couldn’t tell. The only thing that drove him right now was that need to push into her.

It only took a moment before he let out a low keen and dipped his head. Body shaking as his peak rushed over him. Pumping his first load ever into another female. His cheeks colored as a voice whispered in the back of his mind, Nice going, Oedipus. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from pushing against her. Jerkily rocking his hips with each shot of his cream. Making a further mess of the hen as he groaned and shook. Her own soft croons lifting up to him as she stroked his cheek and let him ride it out.

“Was it good?” she cooed after a long moment.

It took him even longer before he could swallow and nod. “Oh, I just...”

She brushed his beak with a finger and shushed, “Had sex with Jenifer Jetstream.” She nodded and lifted her brows quietly, “not anyone else, and it’s nothing embarrassing at all.” She tittered a little laugh, “Well, every guy is fast to fire on his first time. That’s nothing to be ashamed of either.” She felt warm and tingly, just because of the face he was pulling. It really was too cute right now. She hadn’t finished, hadn’t been close, but it was still fun to look at a guy. Though if she could get another round... “Do you want another, or do you want to clean up?”

“I...” he trailed off and thought. Feathers standing up then laying flat as he tried to process everything that was happening. “Might have another one or two in me?” It was hard to tell really. Though when he was worked up and going solo, he could coax two or three out of himself before he was ready for a break.

Jenifer crooned, “Good,” and shifted on the couch. “This is a bit more... traditional.” She knelt on the couch and leaned forward. Breasts pressing to the seat as she lifted her tail and fanned her feathers up and back. Putting herself on full display with a playful trill and a smile. Not caring that her own vent was dripping with a mix of her excitement and his own spunk. If anything, she had been told that was sexy. Don’t ask her why, but guys seemed to like it.

And James was no exception.

He knew he could make a mess when he came, but something about seeing that mess proudly displayed by a female? It was full neuron activated. His vent throbbed and that primal part of his brain demanded he give her another one. He had seen plenty of pictures and video, but actually moving up and mounting her himself? That felt awkward right up until.

“Here,” she reached back and took his hand, “put your hand right here.” She guided his hand up to her hip and then ran her fingers over the couch, “Now your thigh over here.” With soft words and gentle encouragement, she guided him on top of her. Oh the noises she made as his weight settled down on her. Those soft, panting gasps as he shifted behind her. How her tail feather tickled his chest as he pushed up behind her. “Down here,” she breathed and coaxed his other leg forward, nearly having him stand over her.

Jenifer arched and pushed back just so, brushing the downy feathers of her groin against his vent. James followed her lead and pushed down, huffing as his cloaca met hers with a squelch. “Good,” she moaned, “now harder.” His body was hers to command. Rocking into her with enough force to jar the hen under him. She arched and groaned quietly, “There you go, just like that.”

His second time was easier since he wasn’t as worked up. Listening to her helped him put his mind somewhere else. Seeing her from behind like this helped too. It was a lot easier to think of her as someone other than his mother. This was just an older, more experienced hen talking him through what she wanted. Harder, faster, just a little to the left, no not that far. Step by step, she walked him through what she wanted and what he should be doing. Helping him find a rhythm that they could both enjoy.

Without even thinking, he leaned over her and gave her shoulder a bite. Then a kiss as he rocked into her. She gasped at him and pushed up, that noise pure music to his ears. When she craned her head to the side, he took that as an invitation. Planting more biting kisses along her neck and shoulder. He put his entire body into his thrusts. not just his hips now. Legs and everything got involved. Rocking her on the seat harder now. She gasped at him and reached back, cupping his head. Her fingers wound through his crest as she pushed into him. Coaxing more out of him.

The room filled with the sound of her vent on his. It grew thicker, stickier, and wetter with each push. Her excitement joining his. Whipping his first load into a froth that matted their feathers. James focused solely on her moans and pants. Savoring every last moment as her tail feathers tickled his chest. His own swung down low and brushed off her thighs and belly. The hen under him gasped and moaned, rocking up into him just as eagerly, but she couldn’t match his youthful vigor.

“Oh GOD! I’M CUMMING!”

Her scream was all James needed to hear. Throwing his arms around her, he hammered his body against hers. He could feel her shudder, felt her pant and tremble under him. Then that brief eruption of wetness against his cloaca. All a mere beat before his own climax, unnoticed til that moment, washed over. The male drove himself forward and grunted. Burying his beak into her neck feathers as he gave her his second load that evening. Casually rocking his hips and panting. His entire world swirling and rocking as he shuddered.

In the past he’d teased himself and had a big load after that. He’d also tried to see how many he could get out in a day. This felt more intense than either of those, like he’d put out far more. His body instinctively knew what an eager and ready hen felt like. It didn’t matter that she was past her laying days.

Easing himself off her, he slumped back to the seat with a huff. “That was… not how I thought tonight would go.” He laughed and leaned his head back.

“That goes for both of us.” She huffed and clicked her beak, “This was just… um…” she made a hand motion as she tried to find the words.

“Yeah,” he agreed and mimed a zipper across his beak. It was a bit awkward now that he was running with blood to his brain, rather than his junk. Bad enough paying for sex, or his friends paying for it, but for it to be his mother? Boy, he’d never live that down.

Jenifer glanced at the clock hidden up on the wall. “Should get you cleaned up and back out then.” Her feathers lifted then fell flat as thoughts began to roll through her head. Be easy enough to grab some of the wipes and towels, or she could do something else. Which, well, if she’d gone this far might as well do the something else. Shouldn’t she?

James was laying back with eyes half-closed, just letting the last bits of his climax shudder through him. It lingered for longer than he expected, making his fingers and toes tingle with a pleasant buzz. He could really drift off and just doze here if he was given the chance. He smirked to himself and chuckled quietly under his breath. Always thought that guys falling asleep after sex was one of those overused cliches. Yet here I am, just about to drop off.

At least he was before his mom shoved him onto his side. He let out a little squawk and opened his eyes. Immediately being greeted by the sight of the larger woman’s backside as it loomed over him. It eclipsed his entire worldview for a beat. Thighs framing his head as he stared up at her freshly fucked and twice filled vent. Feathers still damp and just barely dripping with her excitement. Before he fully had time to register what he saw, she sat down on his face. The motion perfectly nestling his beak against her vent.

She wasn’t going to leave his alone either. Hands stroked and teased his thighs before she leaned in. Tongue darting around his slit and drawing a huff from the male. James squirmed under her and narrowed his eyes. She moaned over him and rolled her hips, grinding her hips back into his beak. He wiggled his beak and tried for a lick at it. Huffing as her flavor washed over his senses. Groaning into her body as his groin tightened again. Something she took full advantage of by swirling her tongue inside his vent.

Jenifer couldn’t help but smile as he kicked his foot and squeaked into her. She hummed and spread him open with her fingers. Flicking her tongue around him steadily. Narrowing her eyes at the taste of a clean, virile male. Nibbling around his feathers, she swept her tongue around him. Huffing deep in her throat as she arched and pushed. Grinding her groin back into his face. Groaning quietly as her tail feathers flicked and danced.

Oh she could go for another. Get him to eat her out, or just rub on him until she came. She had plenty of time and energy. She just pressed back and sat up. Tail feathers draping around his head for a moment. The hen gave a good wiggle and smirked down at him. Trilling quietly to herself before she stood up. Chortling at the rather surprised look on James’ face as he lay there. “First time you had someone sit on your face too?” she asked as she leaned over to the side table.

He nodded, but just stared up at her as she got some wet wipes and casually cleaned his beak and face off. “Alright,” she breathed out and made short work of cleaning him up. “I have got to get back to it, and I’m certain that the trouble trio will be curious about what happened.” She handed him another wet wipe and James began to clean his crotch up. “I’ll make sure to stay off the floor, or away from them at least.”

James laughed nervously, “Yeah, would be really weird if Nicky figured it out or something.”

That stage persona was fading and Tiffany was coming back, “Oh she’d give you some serious teasing for that.”

“Worse, she’d call you over for a lap dance or something.” He sat up and started to get dressed. Then paused a moment and took out a few more bills before offering them to her. Feathers laying flat as his tail flicked nervously.

She chuckled and leaned in to give his cheek a pet, “See you at home tomorrow then. Have fun with your cretins tonight.” She took the money, gathered up her costume, and sashayed her way out. James worked his pants back on and took a moment. Cleaning himself up a bit more as he stared at the door. Probably best I don’t think about what happened too hard. Or what it’ll be like back at home…

Now that thought made his cheeks color as he headed out to find his friends. Which, no surprise, Arnie was easy to spot, and Nicky was in the middle of a double-lap dance with a well muscled boa and an owl. All while Lex watched and got a blowjob from a cobra with some glow-in-the-dark neon body paint, and nothing else.

“So how was it?” Lex grinned towards him, one hand resting on the snake’s head.

“He returns!” Nicky called out, “Got some grade A hooter here if you want some.” Thankfully she was silenced by a very deep kiss from the boa. One that had her gagging quietly.

Arnie rumbled, his voice a bassy boom from his pleased bellowing. “Have fun?” the gator huffed as a far more sleek crocodile rubbed against him.

“OH yeah,” James sank down in an empty seat and watched the goings on. “Gonna need a bit to recharge,” he laughed, trying to sound the best and boldest he could muster up. “So,” he said after a moment, “what else would you guys suggest?”

Lex grinned, Arnie rumbled, and Nicky gagged as the boa’s tongue filled her throat. Yeah, the night was young and just getting going.