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Max wiped his cletes on the entry rug, closing the breezeway door behind him as his duffel bag dropped to the floor beside him. The husky's uniform was drenched from practice, a hard day's work all over him, and he was ready to shower it all off and collapse from exhaustion. Coach had been harder on him than usual that day, and he didn't quite understand why; to him, the team was doing considerably better than they had in a while. Perhaps it was some form of messed-up motivation attempt. In any case, he had to cool off, and fast.

After kicking off his cletes and pulling off his soaked tee, he headed toward the stairs, the relief of an unoccupied shower beckoning him. His fingers ran through his headfur as he trudged up the steps, all of his energy depleted from the angry old bulldog yelling in his ear about teamwork and leadership and Vietnam. At the moment he reached the top, he realized the house was completely silent, although his mother was usually home making something around this time. Perhaps she was out buying groceries, or taking a joyride in her new Bug, or drinking wine at one of her new boyfriends' houses. Whatever the case, he was sure to have some good quality "alone time," something that never lost its value (particularly during a tight schedule).

The bathroom door creaked open, and the hiss of hot water sounded out, a thin mist fogging up the mirrors. As he slid off his shorts, undershorts, and soccer socks, he took a moment to admire the way his body had been developing lately. Definitely some changes since he had started high school, even though that seemed like forever ago. He sighed the last worn-out sigh of that day and stepped into the embrace of the rushing water, his fur soon darkening and flattened with the moisture of the hot streams. He opened up his mouth to spray his teeth with it and gargled it in the back of his throat, spitting down at the drain. The tension slowly left his body as he caressed every inch of it with the soapy washcloth.

Minutes later, the water stopped, and he stepped out to dry himself. As he finished running the towel over his body, he heard a noise from a nearby room. Was someone...watching a porno? An uneasy feeling slid over his cleansed body as he wrapped the towel around his hips, creaking the door open silently. His eyes widened as he closed the door, sliding down at the foot of the sink and staring at the floral wallpaper pattern in front of him. That was no porno. That was his mother.

At this point a scale appeared in Max's mind. On one side was the shoulder angel, screaming at him "No! Fuck no!! Wait ten, fifteen minutes and then open it loudly and walk out slowly to announce your presence and give her time to gather herself, then act nonchalantly as if nothing had happened and eat dinner and try to forget about it later, but you are NOT spying on your mother's private affairs!" The shoulder demon didn't have much to say, as it was already pleasing itself to the thought of listening to the woman's groans of ecstasy. It was twisted. It was morally wrong on so many levels. And although curiosity had supposedly killed the cat, no one ever said anything about the dog. His hand trembled as it closed around the cold, unprejudiced door handle, and he did something he just knew he was going to regret for the rest of his life but couldn't bring himself to keep from doing. He listened.

As the door slid open barely beneath an inch, fear seized him, as the noise had stopped. What would she say if she found him sitting there on the floor with his back to the wall, spying on her? Could he deal with the gravity of that embarrassment? Then he calmed himself as he heard another groan from the bedroom down the hall. Yup, his mom was definitely going at it, the sounds she was making loud enough to be audible anywhere in the house. That's right, they did get out of practice a bit early today...was this a regular activity for her? As the moaning continued, he felt his own nethers awaken involuntarily, and before he could mentally slap himself for how much more wrong it was to be turned on by all this, it was that much more difficult to resist.

His hand slid down his soft abs to the base of his length, which was halfway done poking its head up by now, blood rushing to the thick canine member as it twitched with its awakening. Soon it pointed straight up, and his hand wrapped around the length, sliding up and down slowly. He felt the cum churning in his balls, the entire mechanism preparing for release, and although he was a bit too paranoid to be completely horny, he assured himself of her location and sank into the pleasure waves of his brain as if he were stepping into a bubbling sauna.

"Yes...oh, yes," he heard her panting softly, obviously enjoying whatever she was doing. His mind was stormed with images of what it could be, like reporters with questions cluttering around a political figure. Was she fingering herself, her spiny digits caressing the labia and smacking the clitoris roughly now and then? Was she using some toy he didn't know about, maybe even looking at a dirty magazine or erotica or whatever the fuck women looked at? Was she even getting into a little anal action?

The problem was, his mom was hot. This gave him the room for somewhat of an excuse, as most guys he could see (even with the hot ones) never feeling anything like that toward any member of their family, for quite justifiable reasons, chemical as well as social. But his was a bombshell, in her early forties and getting guys left and right, probably just as many as she had in her younger years. It always pissed him off when his friends at school referred to her as a "milf," but all the same he couldn't bring himself to disagree. Was it sick, and wrong, and most definitely something that should remain a secret? Yes. But did that give proper cause for him to deny himself any fun in total privacy? Other people who may have thought God was watching, or that couldn't allow themselves that guilty pleasure, would say no. But as it stood, Max didn't see any "guilt" in pleasure that didn't hurt anyone, and so he accepted his own closeted perversions without regret.

In fact, now that he thought about it, he had probably fantasized about his mother as much as he did any attractive female he knew. It didn't matter who they were; a friend, an enemy, someone he saw for two seconds in the street. When he got home, and the door was shut, they were his little sex pet for as long as his imagination wanted them to be. God how other boys at school would kill to be in his situation, listening to this woman go at it, crazed with sexual desire...

"Oh! Max!" she said, startling him at first, as if she'd noticed him, but then a very chilling realization made its way down the elevator inside his spine. Was she...?

"Jesus almighty God," he said inaudibly, holding his head in his hands as he listened to her lust cries. Was it even possible? After all this time, could she really have been...like that? The towel wrapped around his thighs as he stood decisively, creaking the door open. He had made up his mind. He had to get a closer look.

As he walked out into the hall, he realized the noise wasn't coming from her room, but his. That perverted old bitch! Was she...yes, she was on his bed. He stood just outside her point-of-view as he peeked in, his rod still poking out against the damp towel surrounding his waist. At the sight of seeing her long, sleek legs bent and her hand between them, a hand of his own ventured beneath the towel to restore some of the attention he had momentarily denied his ol' pal. As his hand slid up and down his length, he moved over just a bit further to get a look at her midsection. Just as he imagined, two glorious tits above the sleek tummy of an angel, her thin fingers working her sex down below as she writhed against thin air.

Something else caught his eye as his stare fell over her tits once more, a familiar shirt she was seemingly holding to her face and sniffing. God, could she really? His sweaty soccer uniform covered her snout as she was evidently enjoying the smell of his masculine sweat. Everything that especially turned her on was turning him on as well. It was the transitive law of sex appeal, in full swing. She could have done anything there and his dick would have hardened, because she didn't know he was watching her, and therefore he knew what she liked the most when she was alone.

As she lay there on the bed, raising her legs and stroking her bared pussy-lips, she held her son's dirty uniform to her snout, inhaling her boy's musk as if it were the most addicting and powerful drug on the planet, bucking her hips in a smooth motion as her fingertips circled her clit frantically. "Mmm Max, my sweet little boy..." She never knew what it was that drove her to him. Perhaps with the death of his father, he had felt the need to compensate for that loss, excluding of course the physical activities. Although she hated to admit it, that was one of the things she missed most about her late husband...the sex. And the one who most closely resembled him was her boy, now growing up faster by the day, becoming more and more like him and yet somehow not. She knew it was wrong, but that was not what she felt, and what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Of course, what she already knew about him made her want to get riskier with her activity, always fantasizing that he might catch her in this situation, as well as the off chance that it would result in a physical relationship. But she didn't have her fingers crossed.

She moaned loudly as she lifted her legs in the air, sniffing at the shirt more and more, tossing it aside to grab his dirty briefs off the floor and taking a whiff of them as well. Her toes curled as the boy-stench intoxicated her, traces of the testosterone from the place his balls and shaft had rested not a day ago teasing her senses. Her body shook with the presence of his pheromones, her feminine form twisting in lustful agony at her own teasing. This was as close to the real thing as she could ever get, as she would ever dare to. She munched on his dirty underwear teasingly, sliding her free hand all along her crotch as she filled her mouth with his scented cotton, the natural cologne of his private areas drawing her into the frenzy of her reaction.

Her eyes widened suddenly as her mouth opened, her tongue curving and her hand smacking violently at her clit before rearing her head back and letting out a guttural moan. "Yes baby...fuck mommy, right in her cunt!" she gasped, before her entire body arched and spurts of her cum squirted out of her pussy, across the room all over the floor as she did everything she could not to hyperventilate in the excitement. Wave after wave of her amazing orgasm coursed through her body as the dirty clothes fell from the bed to the floor beside it.

At that point Max was already in the bathroom, having closed the door behind him. Not only was she nearly done with her little ordeal, but he had his own to take care of. And at that moment he was so madly horny by the sight he had just seen that he couldn't allow himself to care that his mom had squirted all over his room, or sniffed at his dirty clothes and call out his name, or that he had watched it all happen and let it arouse him. Nothing in the world mattered to him except the feeling in him growing stronger and stronger as the towel fell to the floor, his hand working his shaft roughly as he grabbed his dirty shorts. Well, they would get washed anyway, might as well cum into something. Hell, maybe that would give his mom a nice surprise next time.

His back straightened as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, trying not to bite his tongue off as the best orgasm he had had since he could remember rose up within him and ignited his body like an atomic pleasure bomb. It took everything in him not to make a sound as the spurts of cum flew out into the dirty shorts, his knees bent from the force of the feeling, his tongue lolling out from the insanity of feeling so damn good.

Finally the pleasure subsided, and he wiped the cum off of his hardened shaft as he panted, wrapping the towel around him and giving himself a moment for the hard shaft to go down. But he couldn't look himself in the mirror at that point, for various reasons. The afterglow felt like sitting on the beach, under the sun without a care in the world as waves crashed nearby. He finally breathed a sigh of the relief that he hadn't been caught, gathering his dirtied clothes and opening up the bathroom door. What in the hell had just happened?

"Hey, stud," said his mother as Max reached the last few steps, the boy almost tripping on them at all the undertones of her word choice after what he had just witnessed. She was cracking eggs over the pan, getting ready to make god-knew-what, although from the look of the diced peppers and smell of bacon strips heating on a separate pan, it would be friggin' delicious. She looked back at him with a warm smile as she cracked the last egg, swishing them around in the pan before discarding the shell. "How was your day at practice?"

Max pulled the kitchen chair out and sat at the table, folding his arms on it, although maintaining a "normal" expression as he sipped from the glass of orange juice in front of him. "Eh, it was hell. Coach wants us to step up our game, even though we're undefeated."

"Well, you'd better not lose," she said, wagging a finger as she grabbed a paper towel to wipe her hands. "Otherwise I'll have nothing to brag about at the games. Oh, by the way, did you want me to take care of your laundry?"

The question, as innocent as it used to seem, nearly caused him to spit out a face-full of orange juice, but he caught himself and gulped it down before responding. "Uhhh, that's okay Mom. I can take care of it."

"You sure?" she asked, sliding a flipper under the eggs before tossing the peppers in and scrambling them around. "I mean, I never have a problem with doing your chores."

And now I know why, he thought. "Well, since I'll be going to college soon and living on my own, I should probably start doing things for myself more. You know, take the initiative so I'm not dead in the water when I'm out...wherever."

"Alright, take it easy," she said in mock defense, although she could sense something odd about his withdrawn behavior. "I just meant that if you've had a hard day at practice and all..."

"I got it, Mom," he said before gulping down the rest of the OJ, turning to the fridge behind him and grabbing the half-gallon for another refill.

She chuckled as she stirred the ingredients, adding in her "secret spice" to the mix as steam began to rise up toward the oven vent. The subject-change gnome then ran into her head and sat off its little firecrackers. "So, I uh, saw your report card. What's with the C minus in chemistry?"

Max grunted and shook his head as he sat down, kicking the fridge door shut behind him lightly. "Chemistry blows. Mr. Finkman won't stop getting religiously defensive on the differences between elements and compounds and all that. It's getting to be a brain-sore."

"Yes, well it is a class with a grade, and the better grades you get the more scholarships you are eligible for. And that means both of us paying less for your college education. You can see why this is a concern for me, but we've decided I won't be the only one paying for your tuition. I think it would be in your best interest as well as mine to listen to what Mr. Finkman says and try to think of it as not being complete bullshit." She turned around, the omelettes finally done as she slid them onto her plate, then his. "You know, I care about ya, bud. I just want your life to turn out the best it can. How many pieces of bacon do you want?"

He blinked as he picked up a fork, poking at the steaming omelette lying before him. "Uh, three, I guess," he said before chopping off a slice and swallowing it in one gulp. Damn it was hot. He got a good look at his mother's figure as she turned around to grab the pan of bacon and set the other one in the sink. Goddammit why did she have to be so insanely attractive? It was driving him nuts, he wanted everything in the world to tell her how he felt and to pin her down and have his way with her body. It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be acceptable, and it would feel fucking amazing for both of them.

The thought shot out of his mind as she turned, his peripherals glancing at her tits hidden behind that tight babydoll top. Goddammit!! She scraped three bacon strips onto his plate and the remaining two onto hers before turning again to set the pan in the sink, finally wiping her hands and sitting down. "So what's on your mind?" she asked, taking the first bite of omelette herself, pleased with the familiar taste of her own handiwork.

The question caught him as off-guard as nearly anything she had said within the past fifteen minutes, and he gulped as he took a piece of bacon and bit off a good half, chewing it roughly. "Eh, not much," he said, washing it down with more orange juice. "Just, you know. Some stuff."

At that moment, his shoulder angel and demon reappeared, this time the angel on his knees begging. "Please! For the love of God, don't bring it up! In the name of all that is good and holy in this world, don't let your sick fantasy get the best of you at the cost of straining your relationship with your mother! Think of it this way, is she ever going to allow herself to be turned on again after she knows you've caught her? It would just be awkward, you can't do it, it's so irrational and fuckedup!"

His demon smirked, examining his nails as if the angel had said nothing. "Listen, sport. If you're thinkin' about telling her what you saw right here and now, forget it. That ain't the way to go about things. You gotta back her into a corner, see? Force her into a position where she can't bring herself to resist. Ya gotta be sneaky about it, all stealth-like, set up a trap you know she'll fall right into. What do mothers go for the most? Carin' for their little babies. You saw how wet she was for you back there, how hard she came all over your private property. Forchrissake, if I ever found a girl in that situation, do you think I'd just let her walk away and touch myself? Forget it. Opportunity is banging on the door, and if you don't let that fucker in outta the cold he's gonna freeze to death. Take the wheel and make the only decision left. Force her into a stalemate, then everybody wins. Or you could just do what angel pussy-boy over there says, and be a fuckin' buzzkill and graduate and go off to the world and live a normal life. So what's it gonna be, faggot?"

"Some stuff?" asked his mom, peering at him curiously. "Like what kinda stuff? I get it if you're not in the mood to talk..."

"Idunno," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I don't feel so good right now. You mind if I just lie down?"

She set down her fork and wiped her maw with a napkin. "Of course not, hon. Go and lie on the couch, I'll get you a blanket."

He obeyed her command, standing up slowly and trodding over to the living room before collapsing on the sofa with a deep sigh, stretching out and closing his eyes. Moments later, he felt a warm blanket cover him, and a cool damp washcloth on his forehead. "There ya go, buddy," she said as she covered him, pressing the cloth down lightly. "Want me to take your temp?"

"It's allright," he said as he relaxed, looking up at her. "It's probably not that big a deal, I've just had a weird kinda day."

"Well, lemme know if you wanna talk about it," she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead before standing and turning back towards the kitchen.

His hand grabbed her wrist just as she was about to step away. "Actually, I do," he said, causing her to freeze in her place. All sorts of worried thoughts ran through her mind. Had he seen her earlier? Was this the moment of truth? She looked back at him with a smile, and pulled a chair up beside him.

"Okay, so tell me what's been bugging you," she said, folding a leg over the other, as well as her arms around one another, rocking back and forth slowly.

"Well, it's kinda hard to explain," he said with a deep exhale. "But earlier...well, when I was taking a shower...I uh, heard something."

She sighed and nodded, her gaze turning to the floor. "I know, I'm sorry, I just..."

"Don't be sorry," he said, sitting up and setting the washcloth to the side, staring at her face in a newly-unashamed form of captivation. "It's all right, I get it, and there's nothing wrong with it."

Her hands clasped together as she bit her lower lip, still a bit in shock, but not having heard all of it yet. "So what all...did you hear?"

He laughed and sat back, his hands folding behind his head, doing everything he could to ease her anxiety, and at the same time he enjoyed toying with it. "Everything," he said with a smirk, his tail swishing under the covers. "And lemme tell ya, I'm quite flattered."

She forced a laugh and tried to look up at him, shaking her head. "I'm...so embarrassed...I was never expecting anything like this, but I promise-"

His finger came down to rest on her lips, her gaze finally locking onto his as they sat there frozen. "Don't promise anything," he said, sitting up and taking her hands in his, the anticipation of the possible near futures filling him with both fear and courage simultaneously. "I love you, Mom. That's never going to change. But I'm wondering...well, I'm wondering if..." He laughed to himself at the ridiculousness of the situation, never having imagined he would be in his current position, looking up his mom's perfect figure before staring into her perfect face, meeting her gaze and gulping nervously. "If you say no, then let's both make a deal to forget about it and never bring it up again. But if you say yes..."

"Say yes to what?" she interjected, still afraid to make a move. After all, if her son's approaching suggestion was anything else than the one she found herself strangely hoping for, that could inevitably make things worse.

He found himself unable to speak the words as his hands slid up her lower arms to her elbows, massaging them before working up to her shoulders softly. They traced back down to her stomach and rested on her hips as he stared into her eyes, hoping for an answer, anything that might give them both clarity. Finally with a gulp, he made it to the top of a mental mountain he had always thought impossible to scale. "I'm wondering if...you would like to do it for real."

Happiness filled her heart, swiftly overcome with a deeper and more powerful lust she had been familiar with since the first time she had been with her late husband. She slid forward and straddled him, leaning down on top of him, and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck before kissing at the side of his face. Her tongue slid up his neck to his ear, and she grinded her crotch against his, feeling his hardness even through the clothing and blanket, his response sending waves through her as she suckled on his ear, whispering to him softly. "I know, baby. I heard you, too."

A deep breath of relief as well as intense sexual anticipation escaped him, leaning back to grant his mother access to his neck and face. "Oh god..." he said softly, his hands sliding up and down her back as she taunted him, grinding against her on the couch. He murred pleasantly as he felt her lick and kiss at his sensitive neck, feeling little bites on it and shivering as he reached down to grab her ass.

She stopped and sat up momentarily with a smile. "So you don't have a fever then?" she said, pulling the blanket off of him slowly.

"Hell no," he said, sitting up against the couch arm as a headrest. "You know how slick I am. Well, now you do at least."

The she-husky bit her lip and laughed before sliding down to sneak her hands under his tight shirt, her fingers traveling up his toned abs to his pecs before moving back directly on top of him. "Good, I wouldn't want to get anybody sick." She tugged up his shirt and slid it above his head off of his arms, leaning down to massage his stomach and chest, breathing heavily as she licked at it and began kissing all over. He felt himself getting harder and hornier. It was practically torture as he lay underneath her, taking in the waves of newfound pleasure from that soft tongue he had always dreamed of doing this to him.

She slid down onto the floor and resumed kissing sloppily at his torso, a hand reaching up to massage his upper leg before wandering over to his hard package, giving it a firm squeeze under his jeans. His entire body tensed up at this and arched as he let out his first moan, her other hand wandering over to tease his mouth. He suckled on the wandering fingers lewdly, looking down at her as she coated his upper body in her saliva while teasing at his sensitive privates. Her hot breath coating his fur was almost enough to make him cream in his pants, his tongue writhing around her delicate fingers.

Her eyes looked up at his as both her hands reached down to undo the button of his jeans, sliding down the zipper and working them slowly off his legs. He helped her along, removing them completely, now wearing only his briefs as she pressed him back down on the couch and kissed his stomach just above his raging hard-on, her fingers working up the clothed length with hunger. He panted as the excitement grew, the feeling rushing through him as he began bucking at her grip, soft groans escaping his lips. She smiled as she hooked her thumb under the band of his underwear and slid it down, his canine cock poking out, slipping it off his legs to sniff at it suggestively in front of him. "That's my boy," she said as she leaned down, her mouth opening just above the tip of his raging dick.

Words escaped him as his back arched, spreading his legs on the couch as her soft warm lips wrapped around the tip of his canine cock, her wet maw slowly taking in the length. Her hands slid all up and down his bared form as her head moved down further, his throbbing shaft filling up her mouth, coated in warm slippery spittle. She ventured further, taking in the musk of his privates, finally living the fantasy she had been dreaming of for years now. All she had ever wanted in recent years was to do this to him, to please him and give him what she knew he wanted. The head of his prick invaded the back of her throat as she gagged on it momentarily, knowing he would love this just as much as any man. At the point where she could go no further, she began moving her head up and down slowly, squeezing his chest with one hand and sliding up and down his upper leg with the other.

As she fucked his cock with her face, Max started panting heavily. The pleasure was so intense he felt like a pilot in a supersonic jet, breathing hard just to stay conscious. Lights began flashing in his vision as his brain was overcome with the pleasurable sensation. Pre soon began squirting out into the back of the throat of the woman he could never have imagined doing this to him, yet he often did in fantasy, now rewarded by reality.

She soon stopped and began caressing his ass cheek, squeezing it firmly and looking down at his soggy cock with satisfaction. "I saw those men's magazines under your bed," she said softly as she kissed the head of his cock, licking down the length to swirl her tongue around his balls. "All the boys in uniforms, acting naughty and getting it on."

Max's face was flushed at this remark. Had she discovered all of his secret turn-ons? How often did she go snooping through his stuff?

"Do you think about the other boys at school?" she said, looking up at him innocently, suckling on one of his balls as a finger moved between his ass cheeks to trace around the rim, eliciting a surprised gasp from the boy. Her tongue licked up to the tip of his cock again, kissing the tip lightly. "Do you ever get it on with any of them?" At this, her mouth wrapped around his dick again, and the tip of her finger pressed into his hole slowly, up to the first knuckle.

His legs raised as he gasped out, licking his teeth at the sensation. "Mmm god...fuck, mmmaybe some of the boys on the team...now and then, ahhh!"

She grinned as her mouth smacked off of his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft in little circles. "I knew it," she said pleased, fingering his anus as she suckled on his sac gently with a groan. "Like father, like son." Finally, she stood up, slipping her finger out of him before pulling off her shirt, gorgeous tits bouncing out in a white cotton bra. "You wanna know what else I know, boy?" she said in a kinky tone as she undid her belt, sliding down her jeans, reaching back to undo her bra as well, holding it in front of her and smushing her tits together.

He gulped as he sat back, almost relieved of getting a break from the intense pleasure, yet left craving it unsatisfied. "Idunno," he said, blushing furiously. "Do I?"

She flashed a wicked grin before moving back on top of him, dropping her bra to the side to reveal her gorgeous jugs. She leaned down and wiggled them in his face, and he took the opportunity gratefully, licking at them and groping them firmly, his fingertips tracing the nipples playfully. She moaned as she pressed her tits in his face, spreading her legs over his and grinding her thong against his rock-hard member. She reached down to fiddle with his ears before continuing. "I know you stole one of my toys."

He stopped playing, looking up at her, now blushing twice as hard as he was with a gulp, flexing his cock against her sex. She smiled down at him victoriously, her tits hanging above his face in his grip. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered with a shrug. "I really didn't mean..."

She began grinding her clothed pussy against his bare cock, placing a finger to his lips before pressing it into his mouth slowly, shushing him. "It's all right. I just wanted to let you know I found out your little secrets. And if you're interested," she said as he suckled on her finger deeply, his eyes closed, "I'll let you play with as many as you want."

He stared up at her in a mix of overwhelming insecurity and yet bashful acceptance, nodding his head as he reached up to grope at her glorious squishy boobs. "Heheh, if you want...that could be really fun."

She leaned down further, pressing her chest against his, their arms wrapped around each other. "Yeah it could," she said before pressing her lips to his for the first time, their breath exchanging as their bodies tightened against one another, not leaving an inch of space or air. His tongue teased her lips, and before long hers poked out to greet it, sliding them around each other and exchanging the feeling as they swallowed one another's saliva. Their moans became synchronous as they humped against one another, her pussy-juice dripping out the edges of her thong and coating his cock with the slippery substance.

They finally broke the kiss as she ran upstairs. "I'll be right back!" she said.

"O...okay," he said, sitting up perplexed.

A short while later, he found himself in an all-fours position, his legs spread out and his hard cock poking out underneath him as his arms supported him, his tail raised. Behind him sat his mother in a cross-legged position, deepthroating a large green translucent dildo as she had been his own dick not half an hour earlier. Her spit covered the semi-clear rubber device as she jammed it into her mouth, sucking on it hard before pulling it out. "Good and ready," she said, dropping it on the floor beside his leg, kneeling in to part her boy's ass cheeks. "You, on the other hand..."

He looked behind him, craving whatever it was she might do with him for the rest of the evening, amazed they had taken things so far in such a short while, and yet there was no negativity in all of it. She reached down to begin fingering herself, groaning out softly as she pressed her digits deep inside of her cunny, jamming them back and forth for about a minute before pulling them out, soaked. She smiled as she traced both of them around his exposed asshole, teasing his tight tailstar with her wet fingers.

A moan escaped his lips as he spread his legs further, raising his tail as her hand worked all around his most sensitive area. Despite how much he loved playing with his dick, he also did enjoy a little good assplay now and then, and had indeed stolen one of his mother's toys on occasion, though none of them were near as large as that green one. Punishment was a bitch.

Thoughts flew out of his mind as the wet tips of her fingers slowly pressed into his rim, sliding in slowly, readying him for the next part as they slid past the first knuckle. His mouth flew open and remained there as if it were being held by a vice, his eyes fluttering dreamily. Her fingers slid deeper into him as her other hand came up to massage his nutsac gently. His cock twitched as she teased him, cooing as she leaned in to kiss his ass cheek warmly, sliding her two fingers in further and further. "Almost there sweetie, just hold on. I know you'll absolutely love me for this."

The thought "I already am," flew into his mind, but somewhere on the way to his mouth it melted in a supernova of sexual pleasure, his mind currently blocking the path to all consciousness in his deep erotic state. Her fingers finally made it all the way in, wiggling around inside of him, feeling the warmth of his constrictive anal cavity.

"My God, you're tight," she said, groping his ass with her free hand as she began sliding her fingers in and out, both to loosen and pleasure him greatly. The tip of them poked against his prostate as he suddenly cried out, bucking against her. "Mmm isn't that right," she said, licking at his ass cheek softly. "You absolutely love what I'm doing to you right now, don't you?"

"Ohhhmmmgoddd fuckyeah!" he stammered, his legs shaking with the overpowering ecstasy as his ass clenched around her fingers.

"Good," she said, pulling them out and suckling on them firmly. Her cunny-juice began flowing like a river at the taste of her son's inner workings as well as the lewdness of what she was doing, the dirty thought of it all saturating her mind with gratification. She picked up the green toy and probed its head against his tight butt, pushing it into him very slowly and delicately.

His eyes widened as the incredible girth penetrated him, making its way deeper into his ass, one centimeter at a time. When he was able to catch his breath, he let out a loud moan, imagining a much larger male taking him in the locker room. He licked his lips as his arms stretched out, his eyes closing in sheer delight, and the toy continued to press in, the pain of its invasiveness remarkably giving him more stimulation. He pressed back against it with counter-thrusts, his ass hungry for a good fucking.

"My, aren't we eager?" she said stopping, beginning to slide it in and out slowly. Her hand reached between his legs to stroke at his firm cock, his body shaking with the desire of release. She licked all up and down his toned, muscular leg as her hand worked the dildo deeper into him with every thrust.

Pre dripped out of the tip of his dick as the giant toy was nearly halfway into him at this point. "God Mom, dammit! Lemme cum, you gotta let me cum, I can't fucking take this anymore! I CAN'T STAND IT!!"

"Hush, boy," she said, stroking his sensitive length as the toy went in deeper, cramming his ass full of the green rubber. "You cum when I say you can cum, you got that? Now groan like Mommy's horny little slut. Show Mommy how bad you want it."

His ass cheeks spread apart as he gasped, nearly being split open by the gigantic fake cock, his own crying out for release in his mother's firm grip. He finally gave in, bucking his hips against the toy's thrusting, moaning out loudly. "Ooohhh God Mommy fuck me! Fuck me harder, harder..."

She smiled, twisting the dildo inside of him before giving his leg a kiss. "I don't want to hurt you sweetie. I just wanna make you feel good." She reached up to tug at his tail, causing him to yip loudly. She smiled and tugged at it again, and he blushed furiously.

"God Mom this is better...than ANYTHING..." He gasped out and panted, overcome with the goliath-sized toy jamming his ass. She sat up behind him to get a good look, staring through the semi-clear toy to look into her son's gaping asshole, crammed with the green length and struggling to tighten around it. The sight made her hornier than anything, and she finally leaned down under him to lick at his cock. Her hand worked the toy inside of him, thrusting it harder by the second and licking all around his sensitive cock.

"Okay baby, you've made it far enough...now CUM! Cum in Mommy's throat, so she can gulp down all of your hot seed!" Her mouth wrapped around his dick as she deepthroated him again, jamming his length as far back as it would go, thrusting the toy into his ass as hard as she could without going in too deeply for him.

He gasped as his body shook, his toes curling and his back tensing up. His heart was racing as he felt the strongest orgasm he had ever dealt with begin to course through him. Finally, the height of it seized him, and he yelled out as he bucked against his mom's face, fucking her throat while her hand fucked his ass roughly with her toy. The loudest groan of pleasure he had ever allowed anyone to hear sounded out as spurts of semen flooded her mouth, nearly choking her as she gulped it down. She suckled on his cock as she felt the warm sperm flood into her throat, swallowing every last gulp she could as she twisted and thrusted the toy in her boy's ass.

He kept cumming and cumming, blushing furiously as squirts of sticky cum filled her warm wet throat. She let out a gurgle, choking on his cock and loving every second of it as she forced her toy's entry into his ass. He panted out as it finally stopped, the last of it trickling into her, and she swallowed it all, licking her lips, pulling the toy out of him slowly. His anus clenched around it so tightly it almost seemed as if it didn't want to let the toy go, but the green rubber was lubed enough that it eventually came out with a loud 'pop,' and his sphincter began the long journey back to its normal size.

The husky boy collapsed onto his naked mother as she slid up under him to his level, kissing him with her cummy mouth as she groped his sore ass cheeks. "That's my boy," she said softly as they made out furiously on the floor, her son's ass dripping out saliva and her pussy juices.

He groaned as his ass slowly squeezed shut, the cool air brushing his insides, and he pulled down her thong to rub his still-erect and bared cock against her pussy lips. "But you haven't came yet," he said, his cock poking out at the knot at this point. "You need to cum, Mom. As hard as I did."

She smiled as her legs wrapped around his. "Aren't you tired from all we just did?"

He laughed as he rubbed the pointed tip against her clit, sliding it down to her hole before pressing it in. "I would do it again and again, for you."

She gasped out as she felt him enter, shaking with a rush of pleasure and emotion, finally being granted what she always wanted. His canine cock throbbed as it slid deep inside of her until the knot pressed against her opening, sliding it back and forth as he reached up to grab her tits.

He leaned up further, pulling her legs apart as he fucked her at a downward angle, his sore ass poking up and gaping as it clenched, the hard dick sliding in and out of her soaked cunt. She gasped and moaned, reaching around inside his ass to grab a fistful of her juice and saliva before returning it to his lips, and he suckled on it obediently as he penetrated her with a soft groan. His tongue slid all around and between her soaked fingers as he mixed it with his own saliva, tasting his own inner workings mixed with her female sex juice, and the feeling was so dirty and lewd it made him crave more. He reached around inside his own ass to scrape some of the juice out, licking it with his fingers before pressing his hand against her mouth, and she willingly obliged.

They lay there, fucking, sucking his ass juice and her pussy's flavor off both their hands seductively, grinding their hips in a sex-crazed trance. He leaned down to kiss her hard, overcome with passion, the moonlight creeping through on their interlocked bodies, casting a soft glow over the both of them.

She breathed harder and harder against him, sniffing the musk of his chest, now finally there in person as she licked at it and suckled at his nipple. He groaned as he neared another orgasm, and she was doing the same, feeling the desire grow deeper in her. They panted heavier, grinding faster on the floor against each other's naked bodies, igniting in an inferno of unrelenting lust and passion.

As she licked at his nipple and sucked on his chest, a loud moan sounded out from her, and he held her down on the ground, fucking her taint roughly as his shaft flexed, releasing another jet of sperm. His tongue slid up her neck before he bit it, gasping out as he came inside of her, streams of his male juice flowing deeply into her. At this sensation, she felt her legs tense, and gasped out, moaning as loudly as she could, her body shaking with orgasm. Her juice squirted out onto his dick and balls, and his knot squeezed into her cunt roughly with a squelching sound.

Her eyes widened at the intrusion, and she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and delight. "Aaaah...baby, fuck, you really..."

His mouth stopped hers with another kiss as his cum continued inside of her. "Really, really, really fucking love you."

They rested there 'til morning in that position, bodies locked together by the knot, caressing each other with a type of love forbidden by the rest of the world, but one they had finally come to terms with.

It seemed, long after his father's passing, he had finally, in all ways thought to be possible, filled the gap.