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A Bear and Her Cub Vert Fonsay

As the snow fell silently past the window, a ten-year-old husky stared out into the early evening gloom, his curled tail wagging excitedly behind him, oblivious to his parents moving around the house, getting ready to go out on their big anniversary dinner. A nice, warm fire crackled in the fireplace across the room, but while normally he loved to watch the flames dance, he was ignoring them completely, just as completely as the festive Christmas tree that still stood opposite the fireplace. No, his eyes were glued to the road in front of his house, his body tensing up with glee every time a pair of headlights appeared, then sagging down in frustration whenever it turned out to be an SUV or minivan, or if the car just kept going. He was so focused on the road, in fact, that he was oblivious to the quiet exchange behind him as his parents, dressed to the nines, smiled at his obvious excitement. "He really has grown fond of her, hasn't he?" "Do you remember the first time we hired her, hon? He didn't even want to come out of his room to say hello." "Ha ha, times change, hmm? Oh, your tie is crooked, dear, let me help you with that." "Oh, thank you." And once again, their attention turned to finishing up their preparations. It wasn't too long, though, before he practically bounced off his chair, seeing a car pulling in to their driveway. "She's here! She's here!" He stayed at the window, watching with obviously growing excitement. Outside, a car door could be heard closing, followed by the vehicle revving up again and driving away, having delivered its passenger. To the young canid in the front room, shifting on the chair so much it almost looked like he was dancing, the silent seconds that followed seemed like an eternity as he watched their visitor walking up the driveway. At the last second he leapt from the chair, the doorbell ringing before his feet touched the floor, and dashed to the door, throwing it open with such enthusiasm that only the rubber stopper on the wall protected the house from damage. Standing there in a thick winter coat was a fur equally at home in the winter weather as the huskies themselves; a sixteen-year-old polar bear with a wide smile on her face that nearly rivalled the one on the child's. "Sarah!" "Chrissy!" He pretended to pout, but his wildly wagging tail gave him away. "It's Christopher, I tell you every time!" She laughed and mussed up his hair as she stepped in, responding the same way she always did. "Must have slipped my mind. Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Connor, I hope I'm not late." Christopher's mom smiled and shook her head. "No, you're just in time, dear, we're so glad you could watch Christopher for us again on such short notice. These tickets were a last-minute thing." "It's fine, Mrs. Connor, I understand. You two enjoy the show, I'll take good care of Chrissy." As she said this, she slipped off her coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door, revealing a long-sleeved, rather plush sweater that looked rather good on her. Realizing that he'd stopped bouncing around, his eyes lingering on that sweater, Christopher frowned. What odd behaviour. He tried to shrug it off while his parents gave Sarah the usual speech about numbers to call in case of emergency and what time to put him to bed. Christopher was soon dancing about the room again, happy that his favourite babysitter was here.

Once the Connors had left, with Sarah and Christopher waving from the window, the bear turned to her charge with a smile. He had dashed off to his room and returned with a lovingly knitted red scarf around his neck, clearly proud of it. "My Mom gave me this for Christmas, Sarah, do you like it?" "Oooh, it's lovely, Chrissy! But isn't it too warm to wear indoors?" He pouted slightly. "Mom said I could if I wanted to..." She reached down and mussed his hair. "Then who am I to argue? It looks very nice on you." "Thanks, Sarah!" She clicked her tongue at him. "What did I tell you to call me?" "Aww, it's kind of embarrassing..." "Please? It makes me happy." He grinned sheepishly and toed at the floor. "Okay... Momma Bear." She chuckled at that. "Thanks, Chrissy. What do you want to do first?" He narrowed his eyes, grinning slyly, his tail wagging furiously. "Well, how about... TAGyou'reit!" Poking her in the side, he ran off, laughing hysterically. Sarah laughed with him, albeit much more quietly, and took off after the fleeing child. "Oh you! I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna getcha!" The energetic husky led his babysitter on a merry chase throughout the house, up and down stairs, into and out of just about every room in the house, and Sarah ran after him with equal vigour, putting just as much energy into getting away whenever she tagged him back. Finally, as they ran into the living room, the bear leaped out, pushing the husky down onto the soft carpet and pinning him down with her body, laughing triumphantly. "Aha! Tackle-tag! I win!" The boy giggled and squirmed around, trying to break free. "Nuh-uh! Tackle-tag was last time!" "Oh, well then how about..." Suddenly she bent down lower and began running her fingers up and down along his ribs. "Tickle-tag! Now I've got you!" Shrieking with high-pitched delight, the boy laughed and laughed, before finally crying uncle and declaring Sarah the winner. When she stopped tickling him, though, and he got his breath back, Christopher suddenly realized, with her bent down over him like that, her chest was pressed against him. Her very, very soft chest. From an adult perspective, Sarah was slightly chubby, as was common among bears, but that just meant her figure had filled out quite nicely despite her only being sixteen. All Christopher knew, however, was that her chest, still heaving after all that exercise, was softer than any part of his own body, and it was pressed up against his torso, causing him to blush furiously. Sarah didn't seem to notice as she finally got up and helped him to his feet. He looked away and pretended nothing had happened, as she hadn't seemed to notice. "G-good game, Momma Bear." "Thanks, Chrissy! Whoo, all that running got me really warmed up. That fire isn't helping any, either." Christopher stared as his babysitter pulled that thick, woolly sweater over her head and tossed it to the couch. But it wasn't the sweater he was staring at. Underneath the sweater, Sarah was wearing a rather tight shirt, a shirt which clearly outlined her breasts, and unlike the sweater, this shirt let him see the effects her movements had on them, as they jiggled ever-so-slightly as she tugged the garment over her head. She looked down at him and grinned. "Ah! Much better... You okay there, little guy? You seem a bit dazed, I didn't hurt you when I tackle-tagged you, did I?" Blushing again, he shook his head and focused on the slippers on his feet. "N-no! I'm fine, everything's fine!" She smiled brightly at the husky, something she'd done a lot of in the past, but which, for some reason, made his blush intensify this time. "Good. Wouldn't want to hurt my favourite cub, would I? What kind of Momma Bear would I be then?" She bent down and gave him a hug, and even as he returned it, he felt a shiver run down his spine from the feeling of her softness briefly pressed against him again.

When she stood up again, she grinned at him. "So, what do you want to do next? Something with less running, I hope." Eagerly focusing on play instead of these weird feelings he'd been getting, Christopher's eyes widened as ideas occurred to him. "Let's play a game! I got Battleship for Christmas, and it's got all these flashy lights and sounds and stuff!" "Okay, sounds fun!"

Soon, the two of them were embroiled in the art of long-range artillery war, as depicted by coloured pegs being inserted into plastic models of naval ships. Sarah sat on her side, smiling softly and looking completely casual, but Christopher stared intently at his side of the board as if he were in command of an actual fleet, carefully thinking out his every move for at least three times as long as each of Sarah's turns. The bear didn't seem to mind, though, and she may or may not have been playing sloppily on purpose to help her little friend out. Christopher slowly extended a peg towards the vertical board that indicated where he'd been firing. "B... uh... 2! No wait, B-6!" Sarah laughed, a sound which sent butterflies dancing through Christopher's stomach. He wrote it off as being hungry. "Oh no! You're good at this, Chrissy." "You mean...?" She inserted a peg into her side of the board, and the electronic lights started flashing garishly, a siren going off as a synthesized voice loudly proclaimed 'YOU SUNK THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER!' "Yay!" The husky cub threw his hands into the air in triumph, his tail wagging behind him with enough energy to blow the fibres of the carpet back a bit. Sarah giggled and congratulated him. The enormous smile on his face made it more than worth the dozens of imaginary sailors who had just lost their lives. She put on a thoughtful look and poked the prominent speaker with a finger. "You know, somehow it's not as much fun when you don't get to say it yourself." Christopher giggled. "You're right, Momma Bear. Next time we should take out the batteries first. Anyway, it's your turn! You still have your battleship, your submarine, and, uh, that little one that's only two spaces big." "That's the patrol boat, sweetie." "Right, that one." Christopher looked up from his side of the board as Sarah bent over to make her move... and stared. When the bear leaned forward like that, it caused her breasts to hang freely, something the boy could clearly observe thanks to her shirt. As those strange feelings from earlier returned, Christopher swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and whispered "oh no..." to himself. He'd been hoping that was a one-time thing and that they would go away. "Did you say something, sweetie?" He realized she had glanced up and was now looking at him even as he continued looking at her breasts, and he immediately looked back down at the game. "N-nope! J-just figuring out my next move, Momma Bear." The little canine tried to keep his mind on the game, but every time it was Sarah's turn, he would find his eyes drawn almost magnetically to the polar bear's hanging, gently swaying mammaries. He kept feeling more and more agitated over this, but forced himself to focus on her fleet instead of her chest. Ultimately, the husky was victorious, though he was down to just his destroyer by the time he finally cornered that elusive patrol boat, and Sarah gave him another hug to congratulate him. However, because she was on her knees and he was sitting down, his face was pressed against her bosom this time, and he shuddered from head to toe, whimpering with a barely-understood pleasure as he felt a familiar tingle in his pants. Before it could blossom into one of the bothersome stiffies that had been embarrassing the cub for weeks, she released him, and asked if he was hungry.

Taking the money left taped to the fridge by Christopher's parents, Sarah called a nearby pizzeria; with a polar bear and a husky to feed, she ordered up a meat lover's pizza. While they waited for the delivery to arrive, she entertained him by reading him a story, making him giggle by turning to him with a confused look on her face and questioning the logic behind a Dr. Seuss story. He was too old for them by now, of course, but he loved the way his Momma Bear made them so much sillier by pointing these things out. Around the third time she wondered aloud why it was so important to Sam I Am to force people to eat oddly-coloured food, the pizza arrived, so they quickly finished the story and dug in. Both of them deeply enjoyed the pizza, and it passed with light conversation and almost none of those weird feelings that had been teasing Christopher all night, with the sole exception being, curiously, a time when the cheese on Sarah's piece stretched out from the bite she'd just taken back to the piece in her hand, and she pursed her lips and sucked the thin string of cheese into her mouth. The feeling quickly passed, though, with there being delicious food right in front of the cub, and soon they'd polished off the entire pie. The babysitter smiled at her charge as she put the plates in the sink and the delivery box in the cardboard recycling bin Christopher's parents kept next to the fridge, making a joke about how someone out there was going to buy something in a cardboard box made partially out of recycled cheese and tomato sauce. Turning back to the husky, she rubbed her stomach. "Wow, that really hit the spot. How about you go get your PJs on, Chrissy, and we can watch a movie. You like that idea?" "Yeah! Can I pick the movie?" "Of course you can, sweetie. Now skedaddle, the sooner you get changed the sooner we get watching!"

As he stripped out of his clothes, Christopher wondered what was going on. He'd never had such odd feelings before, and Sarah wasn't acting particularly different this time than any of the other times she'd sat for him. Sliding his briefs down his thin legs, he let out a whine, feeling his penis beginning to stir. His pyjama pants weren't as tight as Sarah's shirt, but they were made of a very thin material; if he got all stiff, it would be obvious and he would be so embarrassed... Originally, he'd tried squeezing it to try to force it to get smaller again, but he'd discovered to his dismay that touching it just made matters worse. He just stood there in his room, trying desperately to 'think' it down, and in his desperation, he remembered a time the previous week when he'd hopped in the shower before the hot water kicked in, and a stiffy had more or less disappeared instantly. He grabbed the bottle of water he kept by the side of the bed in case he woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, and poured it over his willy, yelping as his flesh was bathed in cold water. It did the trick though, and once he'd dried himself off with the shirt he was no longer wearing, doing his best to dab up the water in the carpet, he was able to switch over to his PJs with no trouble, taking his beloved scarf with him. If it kept happening, he would ask his Dad about it, his Dad would know what to do. For now, he would just try to put up with it. Walking back out into the living room, he was greeted by the sight of Sarah on all fours over by the fireplace. "Heya, Chrissy. Just adding some more firewood to the fire, I hope your parents don't mind. Wanna keep it nice and toasty in here." He managed to say 'okay', but he wasn't looking at the fire, he found that his eyes were locked onto the babysitter's butt of all things, and the way its curves were accented by her pants, which matched her shirt in tightness in addition to colour. He whimpered slightly. It was going to be a long night.

Shortly after Christopher returned from his room, Sarah sat on the couch with him, leaned back and relaxing, watching The Incredibles with him. It had been a pretty good evening, nice and peaceful. Glancing over at her charge, she saw that he was watching her instead of the screen, then started and looked back at the TV, a slightly guilty look on his face. She turned away herself so he wouldn't see her grin. He'd never behaved this way before, and there was only one explanation. This was getting close to one of her more relished dreams, a fantasy she had never told a soul about... but did she dare actually enact it? When she caught him looking again a few minutes later, she shivered and made up her mind, speaking softly. "Chrissy, for the last two hours or so I've seen you staring at me more than a few times. Now you seem more interested in me than in the movie." The boy looked shocked, then whimpered, tail pushing itself against his thigh because it could not go between his legs while he was sitting down. "I'm sorry, Momma Bear, I - I don't know what's wrong with me, I just feel so weird... are... are you mad?" She turned on the couch to face him and smiled benevolently. "No, no, sweetie, of course I'm not mad. I understand, you're a growing boy." He didn't look very cheered up by that, so she decided to push her luck. "Can I tell you a secret, Chrissy?" "Sure thing, I won't tell anyone, I'm good at keeping secrets!" "That's a good boy. I've always dreamed about teaching a boy some important things, to help him be a man, but of course I don't have any cubs of my own yet... would you like your Momma Bear to teach you, little husky? Would you like to pretend to be my cub?" He wasn't sure what she was talking about, but he really liked Sarah and he liked the sound of 'help him be a man', so he eagerly nodded. "Oh yes, Momma Bear, that would be wonderful!" She smiled widely, already imagining the delightfully perverse possibilities... but she decided to keep it simple, for Christopher's sake. "Now, these would be important secrets, Chrissy, you'll have to promise never to tell a soul about it, just like you said you wouldn't." "I promise! I promise!" "Good. In that case..." She slowly raised her hands and placed them under her breasts, through her shirt. She lifted them up slightly, as if they needed more prominence to get the boy's attention. "I've noticed you looking at these quite a few times tonight. Would you like to see them for real, Chrissy?

She had to bite her tongue to keep a straight face, as his eyes bulged out wide and his jaw literally dropped. She didn't want to laugh at the poor dear, it would only embarrass and discourage him, but damn if that wasn't the most adorable reaction. Christopher cleared his throat, clearly thinking it was too good to be true. "Y-you mean, without any clothes on over them... like I was your husband or something?" She chuckled and mussed her fingers through his hair. "No, silly, I'm just being a good Momma Bear and teaching my cub about females. That is if he wants to, you still haven't answered that question. So how about it, Chrissy?" The boy nodded so energetically it was a wonder his ears didn't get flung off. As the polar bear took the hem of her shirt in her hands, Christopher whimpered with excitement, eyes locked on her torso. As she lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing her lime green bra, not an especially fancy one, she heard a sharp intake of breath. Chuckling as she tossed her shirt to the empty chair next to the couch, she stopped before reaching back for the clasp of the bra. The husky was practically vibrating with nervous energy. "You gonna be okay, there, Chrissy?" Even at his young age, he still tried to play it cool, to sound dignified and casual, but failed miserably, his excitement showing through rather blatantly. "Oh- oh yeah, I'm just f-fine, Momma Bear. P-please keep going..." As Sarah reached back again, taking hold of the clasp that kept her bra in place, she paused slightly, savouring the moment; right now, she was the centre of the universe for that little boy. If an adult Christopher suddenly came back in time to present his past self with an Xbox 1080 a couple of decades ahead of time, it would still be a toss-up whether or not he would be able to tear his eyes away from his babysitter. Unhooking the clasp with practiced fingers, she waited a couple of seconds to see if he'd get any more endearingly interested in her, and then pulled the straps forward. As the cups pulled away from her body and exposed her naked chest to the boy's eyes completely, he twitched and let out an audible yelp, clapping his hands over his mouth and blushing at the automatic reaction, but unable to keep his tail from wagging violently. "W-wow, Momma Bear... they're so big... don't they make balancing hard?" She laughed softly at that, shaking her head, not that he was looking anywhere near her face. "No, of course not. You remember health class, right? They grow in slowly, give girls time to get used to them. You just never paid attention to them until they were this big." "Ohhhh..." He was staring intently at the mounds on her chest like the meaning of life was hidden in the short fuzz that covered the skin, or the tuft of fur between her bosoms, or, of course, the naked pink nipples that were slowly hardening under the cub's awestruck gaze. But that's all he did, stayed glued to that spot on the couch next to her like he was anchored there, staring at her breasts and apparently trying his very best to smack the cushion flat with his tail. "...You know, Chrissy, you don't have to just sit there. Wouldn't you like to touch them instead?" He gasped at that, and seemed fully unaware that he had done so. "Wow, really? You mean it? I could - I could t-touch them with my hands?" "Well, I certainly wasn't going to let you use your feet, you silly cub. Come here."

He immediately started moving towards her, then stopped, hesitant, as if he wasn't really sure if she meant it or not, his hands fiddling with his scarf while he bit his lip, not sure what to do. To encourage him, she lifted her feet up and laid her legs along the couch, turning to face him completely, and beckoning him over with a finger. He slowly crawled forward, careful not to lean on her legs, still wrapped in those tight pants, and stopped when he was face to face with her. "A-are you sure, M-Momma Bear?" Sarah didn't say anything, she just reached forward and gently took hold of his wrists, lifting one hand up and pulling him forward, until he flopped over, his weight supported by her lower body, shivering as she felt the cub pressed against her exposed fur. Then she took that hand and pressed it gently, but firmly, against one of her breasts. Christopher put up no resistance, and shuddered when his fingers made contact. "Oh man, oh man..." He was still limp in her grasp, so she moved his other hand to her other breast, and held them there until he hesitantly gave her girls a squeeze, his face lighting up like the bulbs lining the roof of the house. "Oh my gosh, Momma, they're so soft!" "Yes, yes they are. What do you think?" She casually let go of his hands, as all of his uncertainty had suddenly evaporated, leaving him more than happy to explore her boobs with his little hands. "I - I don't know, Momma Bear, it's k-kinda hard to put into words... I like it, though, I like it so much..." "That's good, Chrissy, and don't you worry, I like it when you touch them too." She reached out and began to scratch behind his ear, something the canine obviously enjoyed very much, as he began to run his hands all over her breasts, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh and the thin layer of white fur that covered it up, looking up at her gently smiling face every once in a while as if constantly reassuring himself that it was still okay. As he ran his fingers over her nipples, marvelling at the way they felt against his skin, Sarah began to feel something poking her in the stomach. His nervousness had delayed the inevitable, but once he became comfortable with this hands-on demonstration of the female anatomy, his growing arousal began to make itself apparent to all present. Christopher himself didn't notice at first, so engrossed was he in her boobs, but when he shifted position and his erection rubbed against her, he yelped in embarrassment and hopped backwards, letting go of her chest to hold his hands in front of his crotch, hiding his shame. He frowned and averted his gaze, looking at the carpet instead of the pretty girl in front of him. "Oh, I'm sorry, Momma Bear! It just keeps doing that lately! It feels weird, it's so embarrassing, and it's really hard to make it go away..." She reached forward and gently turned him back to face her, smiling benevolently. "You mean you haven't figured out how to make that stop yet?" "Well, if I pour cold water on it, I -" "No, silly, there's a way you can make it go away completely, and it feels so much better than cold water, I promise." "Really? ...C-could you show me, Momma?" She shivered then from head to toe, it was like something straight out of her dreams, but she remained calm and composed, not wanting to spook the husky. She'd never thought she might actually get to try this kind of thing. She felt her body starting to get warmed up, deeply enjoying herself. "Well, I could if you'd like, Chrissy, but I would have to touch you too. Are you okay with that?" Somehow the boy still managed to blush, which made him all the more adorable to Sarah. "Ummmm... y-yeah, okay, it doesn't hurt, right?" "Oh, no! In fact, I've been told that it feels really, really good." "Well then yeah, sure you can! I really wanna see if it can make a stiffy go away."

Sarah turned to the side and had Christopher sit in her lap, between her legs, facing away from her. As she opened the buttons on his pyjama shirt, he leaned back and made himself comfortable, blushing slightly as he rested his head on her still-bare chest. "It's so nice of you to teach me these things, Momma Bear, I'm not sure why my parents didn't want to do it..." "Some parents prefer their kids to be more independent, figure these things out for themselves." 'Some' might have been a bit of an understatement, but that was technically true, so she left it at that. "Oh. Hey, why are you opening my shirt, anyway? I thought you would have to touch... you know..." "I do, sweetie, I just thought this would help make you more comfortable." As she opened the last button and his shirt fell open, she placed a hand on his tummy and gently began to scratch at it, something the pup found just as enjoyable as any non-anthro would. Reaching down with her other hand, she took hold of his pyjama pants and pulled them away from his body, gently sliding them down and off his legs, drinking in the sight from above. He was already fully erect, though at his young age, he was still quite small compared to the impressive size he would obtain as he matured. Sarah unconsciously licked her lips as she stared at his privates, still hardly able to believe she was about to touch a cub in the way she'd longed for. "So, Chrissy, are you ready? This might feel strange, so you have to trust me, okay?" "Okay, Momma Bear!"

With that, Sarah reached down with a slightly trembling hand, and closed her fingers around Chrisopher's penis. The cub let out another sharp intake of breath and tensed up for a second, before relaxing. Because he was leaning against her, Sarah could feel the shiver running down his spine. Satisfied, the babysitter began to stroke the husky's erection up and down, very slowly, from his swollen tip to the base of his shaft. "It's very simple, sweetie, all you have to do is rub." "Th-that's it?" "That's it." Once he had relaxed against her, his tail trying to wag between their bodies, Sarah began to increase her speed, stroking his boyhood faster, gripping him slightly tighter, slipping her other hand down for a moment to squeeze and massage his firm, young balls. Predictably, the husky began to squirm in her lap as he experienced a whole new kind of sensation. He placed a hand on her wrist and whimpered, but he didn't try to pull her hand off him. Clearly, he was nervous about these new feelings, but instinctively he wanted to keep feeling them. "M-Momma Bear, m-maybe you should stop... it - it feels even weirder, isn't it supposed to go back to n-normal?" "Shhhh, just lie back and relax, Chrissy. You have to keep rubbing until... well, let's just say you'll know when to stop rubbing." She hugged him from behind with her free arm, scratching his belly, cooing to him reassuringly as she kept stroking him, teasing her fingers along the length of his shaft and savouring his twitches and gasps. As he whimpered with barely-understood pleasure, Sarah grinned, feeling him throb in her hands, watching a single drop of pre-come emerge from his tip, rubbing it into his skin and whispering 'good boy, just relax' into his ear. Relaxing, though, seemed to be easier said than done, as Christopher was by now twitching and writhing in her lap, moaning as he begged her not to stop. It wouldn't be long now.

Sure enough, he only lasted about a minute after that. It wasn't a very long time at all, really, but then, Sarah figured she could cut him some slack given that he didn't even know what was about to happen. He let out a whine, clutching at her arms, his legs shifting about restlessly, while his boyhood throbbed in her hand, drooling his pre onto her fingers and getting his erection increasingly slick. "Ohhhh... oh, m-man... it feels... it feels so weird... and it's getting... it's getting... I - I think something's about t-to happen!" She grinned widely as he began unconsciously thrusting into her hand, wanting to feel as much pleasure as he could. "That's it, baby, just let it happen, don't fight it, Momma Bear's gonna take such good care of you..." The cub tensed up against her, then suddenly arched his back and cried out. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh... M-Momma!!!" Completely unused to the sensation exploding through him, Christopher moaned and cried out as loud as he could, his yelps and barks echoing through the house as he shuddered against his babysitter's body, his penis throbbing in her warm grip again and again as the husky succumbed to his very first orgasm. Both of them watched, entranced, as he spilled his seed for the first time in his life, his young prick throbbing in Sarah's hand, spurting out hot canine come with every spasm, every pulse of pleasure within his small body. There wasn't much force behind it; his cream mostly just oozed out of him and onto the bear's still-pumping fist, but she didn't stop, keeping his climax going as long as she could.

When the dazed child finally slumped against her, panting hard, Sarah lifted her dry hand and began to scratch his belly again. "I'm very proud of you, Chrissy." Seeing that he was well and truly out of it for a while, Sarah shivered with naughty excitement and brought her other hand to her face, inhaling deeply of the scent of his semen, before slowly extending her tongue and testing the flavour of the still-warm cream that coated her knuckles. She could feel herself getting very wet and very hot between her legs as she eagerly licked up the come, savouring the taste of the boy's very first ejaculation as she traced her tongue along every contour of her hand, not wanting to miss a single drop. Just as she swallowed, shuddering and feeling her vagina clench down on itself like it wanted to squeeze a man, the husky stirred. "Ohhhh... M-Momma Bear? What - what happened?" Putting her now clean hand on his thigh and patting comfortingly, she leaned down to kiss the crown of his head. "I just taught you how to make your boner go away, remember? Take a look." He looked down at his genitals and realized his penis was flaccid once more, drooling leftover cream onto his little sac. "B-but it - it was..." "Didn't I tell you that it feels really, really good? Silly me." He looked up and smiled tiredly. "That was awesome, Momma Bear, thank you! But, um, what was that - that stuff that, you know... came out of me?" "Haven't your parents told you where babies come from?" "Yeah, so? ...Oh! You mean that was my - my sperm?" He looked down at his penis again, as if in awe of this ability he hadn't known his body possessed. She cuddled against him proudly. "That's right. When you shoot your sperm, it's called 'having an orgasm', honey. But you can just call it 'coming' if you like." He rolled over, laying across her lap, facing up, and nuzzled his cheek against her belly, blushing. "It felt so good, Momma Bear. Does coming always feel that good, or is it just the first time, or is it because you did it, or..." She laughed. "Slow down, Chrissy, relax. You can make yourself feel that good, don't you worry. But... there's something Momma Bear wants you to do for her." "There is? You just tell me, Momma Bear!" Placing a hand on the back of his head, she gently pulled him upwards, guiding his face towards her left breast. "M-Momma Bear?" "Shhhh, just trust in your instincts, little one, you'll know what to do." "But -" She interrupted him by bumping his open mouth against her breast. At first, he seemed rather confused, but then, he closed his lips around the bear's stiff nipple, and a light seemed to come on, a distant memory of performing similar actions long ago, before he was old enough to even have memories. To Sarah's delight, he relaxed in her arms and reached out one of his own around her back, to help support and hold himself in place as he began to gently suckle on his babysitter's teat, his eyes closing with relaxation as he continued. Feeling the cub's lips squeezing on her nipple, Sarah couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper of her own. She couldn't believe how_good_ it felt. 'God, I'm such a pervert,' she thought to herself, feeling a shiver run up and down her spine. But it didn't feel like perversion; there was just something about young cubs, a sense of innocence and wonder that made them so happy, so pure. The idea of sharing that purity like this was an idea that she'd never quite been able to get out of her head, and now that it was actually coming true, now that she sat there, warmed by the cozy fire in the fireplace and gently lit by the lights on the family Christmas tree, now that there was actually an unclothed cub cuddled up to her, suckling on her breast, Sarah was deliriously happy. Admittedly, it was also turning her on like nothing else ever had, but she felt like she could live with that. Actually, she was starting to get rather warm and damp between her legs, her pussy feeling trapped by the layers of fabric separating it from the room's warm air... and the even warmer husky pup happily sucking on her nipple. She didn't need both arms to cradle him against her, so she slipped one away and slowly, casually, pushed it under the waistband of her pants, and tried to get some relief. But the tightness that had shown off her shapely behind earlier now worked against her, making it next to impossible to comfortably manipulate her feminine parts.

It wasn't too long at all, in fact, before Christopher felt the wiggling beneath him and opened his eyes, releasing his babysitter's teat in order to speak, a string of saliva momentarily bridging his lips to her nipple. "Momma Bear? What are you doing?" For once, she actually blushed, and grinned embarrassedly at him. "I, uh... your Momma Bear is enjoying this more than she thought she would, sweetie." "What do you mean?" "Well, girls can't get stiffies, of course, but we can still get just as, you know, worked up as boys. I was just trying to... relieve the pressure a little." The cub frowned, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Can girls come too, Momma Bear?" "O-of course we can, Sweetie." Her mouth was suddenly dry, her heart beating faster. Was he really about to suggest what she thought he was about to suggest? And did she dare take him up on that suggestion? When he spoke up again, his voice was barely above a whisper. "...Would you like to come now?" She swallowed, her own voice lowered now. "Yes, I... Very much so, Chrissy." The husky was very clearly trying not to look down at her groin as he sat on her thigh, blushing as he spoke up again. "Would... Could you? Make yourself come, I mean... and can I - can I watch?" Once again the polar bear felt her love tunnel involuntarily clench in on itself, felt herself getting even wetter. It didn't take long to decide at all; she had already touched the cub's body, so what he wanted wasn't crazy at all. But she wanted just a little bit more... "Tell you what, sweetie. I'll let you watch if you like... but wouldn't you rather help?" His eyes widened in such a pure, innocent sense of surprise that Sarah was reminded why she liked cubs so much in the first place. "Y-y-you mean..." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "How would you like to touch your Momma Bear the way she touched you?"

After his emphatic agreement, Sarah got up, taking their clothes with her, leading the canine by the hand back to his room. She had Christopher sit on his bed, his tail wagging madly behind him, eyes locked on her pants as she turned around and opened her belt buckle. She hid her smile from his view, savouring his interest as she slowly, slowly opened up the button and zipper on her pants before pushing them down her snowy white limbs, bending over and exaggerating the movements of her hips to really get him going, his very first striptease. She shivered as she heard Christopher letting out a whine behind her and shifting on the bed, getting more and more worked up by the sight before him. Hooking her fingers under the waistband of the wine red panties she was wearing, Sarah closed her eyes and imagined his little eyes getting wider and wider as she tugged them down, wiggling her hips, and the tuft of her tail, for no other reason than to tantalize her favourite cub. Finally standing up straight, she turned around, beaming at Christopher as he gazed upon her nude form. "You're... you're so pretty, Momma Bear." "Thanks, Chrissy." He whimpered quietly as she climbed onto the bed, seeming a bit overwhelmed, so she reached out a hand to stroke his cheek and calm him a little. With that done, she moved to the head of his bed and lay down against his pillows, spreading her legs and watching his eyes lock onto her beautiful pussy. "Oh, wow... S-so can I...?" She nodded once, and sat perfectly still, fighting the urge to grab him and ravish him right there and then as he crawled up between her legs and sat back on his calves, then slowly reached forward, hand trembling as it approached her warmth. Both of them stiffened, then relaxed as the cub pressed his palm against his babysitter's lips, already slick and hot with the strength of her desire, leading the boy to repeat himself. "Oh, wow..." He kept his hand there for an instant, seemingly content just to be touching a girl there, but then he began to move his fingers around, getting them slicked up and shiny with her arousal. "You're all wet and sticky, Momma Bear." She chuckled softly. "When a girl gets turned on, Chrissy, she gets nice and wet between her legs, it's like when a boy gets big and stiff." "Oh, okay." Satisfied with her answer, he began to run his fingers over her mound, wonder in his eyes as he traced her slit, fingertips just barely grazing over the separation between her lips. Sarah swallowed a moan as the husky unknowingly trailed a finger over her aching clitoris, bunching up the sheets as her hands balled into fists with the effort to suppress her burning need for release and just let Christopher explore her parts for a time. Finally, though, he laid a single finger between her labia and looked up at her, the question obvious in his eyes. She nodded, gratefully, and this time she couldn't suppress the moan as his little fingers pushed between her lips and into her wet heat, staring with fascination at her pink inner walls, tracing the textures with his index finger and absolutely driving her crazy. "Ch-Chrissy, if you really want to m-make your Momma Bear feel good, you could gently rub over that lump just above my slit." "Okay, Momma Bear!" Continually glancing up at her to make sure he was doing it right, he brought up his other hand, unwilling to remove the first one from her love tunnel, and carefully began to rub her clit with the tips of his first two fingers. She gasped at the feeling of the cub touching her most sensitive spot, unconsciously bucking her hips a little, pushing against his hand. The thing he took notice of, though, was that her vagina was clenching down on his exploring fingers. "You're squeezing me! I didn't know you could do that!" "Th-that's because it feels so good, sweetie, you're doing so well so far. Now just listen to what your Momma Bear tells you..." Sarah began to give him specific instructions on how best to make her feel good, where to touch and how to touch those places. The husky, smiling from ear to ear and wagging his tail so hard it was almost in danger of flying off, was only too eager to follow her instructions, excited to see the change in her body, feel her get even hotter and wetter under his tender ministrations, watching her start to twitch and shake, hearing her voice start to stutter and moan as he brought her closer and closer to the climax she so eagerly sought. Sarah, meanwhile, was in heaven by this point; it wasn't just the fact that her pussy was being fingered and her clit was being teased and tweaked just the way she liked, it was the fact that it was Christopher Connor, her sweet little Chrissy, who was doing it to her, that she was sharing this experience with her favourite cub, that at long last her dream was actually coming true. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she brought her hands to her chest and began to squeeze and knead at her breasts, begging the husky not to stop when he slowed down to watch her do it. Between slitted eyes, she was staring at his penis, which was unsurprisingly growing longer and fatter as she watched, the boy getting turned on again by their shenanigans. For a moment she closed her eyes and imagined all the things the two of them could do that they hadn't tried yet, imagined herself teaching the boy all about his newly blossoming sexuality, and whimpered in desire, squirting a bit of juice onto his hands as that idea kicked her ten steps closer to the release she needed so very badly.

Before long at all, she could feel her climax building, and managed to gasp out a last set of instructions. "I - I'm almost th-there, Ch-Chrissy... oh God... I'm so close... I'm gonna come... p-please, whatever you d-do, don't stop! D-don't stop until I t-tell you, p-please?" Unable to take his eyes off his babysitter's twitching pussy, the cub just nodded. Soon, Sarah felt herself guided past the point of no return by his small, nimble fingers, and arched her back, crying out his name as her orgasm exploded with the force of a supernova within her. Her vagina clenched down hard on Christopher's hand as her juices spurted out of her, but the energetic little cub used a little muscle to keep pleasuring her, to keep her coming and coming, bucking and grinding against his hand as she twitched and spasmed and cried out her pleasure.

Finally, once her pleasure had burned itself out, she gently placed a hand on Christopher's wrist and asked him to stop, shifting positions slightly and lying down, panting hard and beaming with the joy she had just experienced. "Such a good boy, you did a great job..." He crawled up the bed and lay down next to her, his tail slapping against the sheets. "Did your come feel as good as mine did?" Sarah mussed her hand through his hair, chuckling at his inexperienced misuse of the word, but didn't correct him. There would be plenty of time for that later. "Just as good, sweetie. Thank you." His smile just as wide as hers, he cuddled up against her, only to blush and back off slightly as his rigid penis brushed up against her side, blushing and attempting to cover his erection with his hands. "Aaah, I got all stiff again, I'm sorry, Momma Bear..." She chuckled again, rubbing his cheek to make sure he knew she wasn't laughing at him. "Awww, sweetie, it's not like my little trick will make a stiffy go away forever. Otherwise you'd never be able to come again, right?" He grinned slightly at that, but still looked embarrassed. Naturally, she jumped at the opportunity. "We have a little time left before you have to go to sleep, Chrissy, let me take care of that for you." He walked forward on his knees so she could reach out and grasp his underage prick, but no sooner had her fingers wrapped around it, felt it pulse gently at her touch, than she was taken by a crazy desire, and froze. She couldn't go that far, could she? It was insane, it was perverse, it was... not that much worse than what they'd done already, honestly. But still, he was only ten, and there was a difference between touching and - "Momma Bear?" He looked a little concerned. "Is everything okay? You grabbed my willy and now you look all frustrated." It was her turn to blush. She had discovered during her time as a babysitter that children were much more perceptive than most people gave them credit for. He could see that her hesitation wasn't just a pause to make him savour it or something. Swallowing, she let go of him, having decided to try to go for it, no matter how crazy it was. She was so close, she just couldn't back away now... "Well, sweetie, there's something I'd really like to do, but I don't know if I should, if anyone found out I would get in a lot of trouble, they'll all say you're much too young..." That caught his attention, as she suspected it would. If there's one thing children don't like, it's being told they're too young for something. "What is it, Momma Bear?" Trying not to enjoy it too much, she put on a falsely unconvinced look. "I don't know, maybe I should wait until you're older... maybe about fifteen..." Christopher pouted, the idea of waiting a time equal to half his life so far for whatever she had in mind wasn't exactly appealing to him. "Fifteen?! That's forever from now!" "Well..." "Please, Momma Bear? Please? At least tell me what it is..." She grinned slightly and leaned forward, whispering in his ear, unsurprised to see how wide his eyes had grown when she leaned back. "...B-but isn't that how you make a baby? I don't want to give you a baby, Momma Bear, I'm still little, I can't have a puppy of my own!" She laughed softly at this and smiled benevolently at him. "It's okay, sweetie, I take medicine that makes it so that I can't get pregnant." Okay, maybe 'can't' wasn't as accurate as 'probably won't', but he was ten, she didn't want to distract him with low chances. "...Does it feel as good as when you touch me?" "Even better." He whimpered, shivering at the thought. "Oh, please, please Momma Bear, can't we do it? I won't tell anyone, I swear!" "Well, maybe if you promise..." "I promise! I promise!" "You'll never tell anyone, ever, even if they ask you?" "Yeah, I swear it, cross my heart and hope to die!" "Then come here, Chrissy. Let's make you a man."

Sarah opened her arms wide and beckoned him closer, and Christopher walked on his knees right up to her, naked as the day he was born, save for that scarf which seemed to mean so much to him. He bent over, hugging against her, as she embraced him. She kissed him on the cheek, and reached down to take hold of his boyhood again, whispering in his ear as she placed a hand on the small of his back. "Are you ready, sweetie?" "Y-yes, Momma Bear." She carefully lined him up with her sopping wet entrance, and gently pushed on his back, so that he slowly slid into her welcoming folds. "Oh - oh my gosh, it's so - so warm!" "Mmmm, do you like it, Chrissy?" All he could do was nod and mutter 'uh-huh', completely overwhelmed by the feeling as he easily hilted himself in his babysitter. She squeezed down on him and watched him tense up and moan quietly. "Now, Chrissy, you start moving your hips like this... yes, that's right, just keep going, you're such a quick learner." This time there was nothing quiet about his moan as he instinctively began to thrust into Sarah's tight, hot pussy, finding the sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced, holding her tighter as he picked up speed, rutting the polar bear as vigorously as he could. For her part, Sarah tightly gripped the cub's buttocks, adding her strength to his on his downstrokes, pulling him in so his little balls slapped against her pelvis with every thrust, holding him tight as if she feared he might try to flee her velvety embrace. Sarah had just gotten off, but the simple mental thought that she was making sweet love to a beautiful cub was getting her so worked up she was surprised to realize she could already feel another orgasm building inside her. For his part, of course, Christopher was being totally overwhelmed by a feeling he hadn't known existed a few short hours earlier. His mind was free of thoughts; he just leaned against his babysitter's warm, soft body, revelling in the moment. He moaned again, and Sarah moaned with him. Before too long, he looked up at her apologetically. "I can feel it h-happening again, I - I'm going to come!" She clenched down on him and groaned, not far off herself. "Oh God yes, do it, sweetie, come for me, come for your Momma Bear, show her how much you appreciate this..." Hilting himself one last time, Christopher was overtaken by his second orgasm. Once again, he threw his head back. Once again, he cried out his special nickname for his lover. Once again, as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, as his boyhood throbbed and pulsed within her hot, wet depths, painting her quivering walls with his sticky cubseed, he let out a howl that would have made his feral ancestors proud. Holding him tightly pressed against her, wanting as much of his prick inside her as possible, Sarah closed her eyes and whimpered, feeling the hot sensation of his semen spreading out inside her to fill her up. It was true what she said, she was on the pill, but for maximum potential naughtiness, she imagined that this innocent cub was knocking her up, that he was going to be a daddy before he reached his teens. That thought, not to mention the shuddering cub pressed against her body, pulled her over the edge with him, and she tumbled down into a powerful climax of her own, her pussy twitching and clenching along his length as she moaned out loud with him, milking his little erection out of every drop of cream, every last ounce of pleasure she could possibly wring out of him.

When it was over, she just held him for a while, the both of them panting heavily, Sarah enjoying the sensation of the husky's penis going soft within her, feeling his still-warm sperm slowly leaking out of her tired slit. When she looked down into Christopher's eyes, the same tired joy of afterglow she was feeling was reflected back at her. "That was... that was amazing, Chrissy. I'm so proud of you." "Thanks, Momma Bear... Thanks so much... I'm so tired, though... hard to stay awake." "You know, it is about your bedtime now anyway. I'll just -" She stopped when she realized that the sheets on the bed were now fairly soaked with their sweat, as well as his semen and her juices. Oh, crap. She fought off the urge to panic, and thought it through logically, remembering a previous sitting session when Christopher had been ill and thrown up in his bed. "Oh dear, little one, we've gotten your sheets all messy. You can't sleep in that. Let me take care of this for you." Helping him out of bed, biting her lip to keep from whimpering at the sensation of his flaccid penis slipping out of her, she pulled the sheets off the bed, and left them on the floor for the time being, going to his closet and retrieving a spare set of sheets from the shelf above, turning around and carefully placing them on his mattress while he blearily pulled his PJs back on. "Do you want me to wash your scarf for you, too, sweetie? We got it all sweaty." He shook his head firmly. "No thanks, it kinda smells like you now, and I like that." She smiled at the touching sentiment, and paused a moment, thinking, before she tucked him in nice and cozy, and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight, my little Chrissy. Sweet dreams." "Goodnight, Sarah." She almost frowned at his use of her name before he rolled over and quietly finished his thought. "I love you, Momma Bear... see you next time..." Then his entire body relaxed, and she could tell he was starting to fall asleep. She got dressed again as quietly as she could, shivering at the incredibly naughty feeling of his come oozing out of her to soak into her panties before she continued. Then, she produced a piece of paper from a pocket and jotted something down on it, leaving it on his bedside table where he'd find it in the morning. She tiptoed to the door, messy sheets in hand, satisfied. The room still smelled like sex, but if his parents stayed out until the next morning, that wouldn't be a problem. She paused just before closing the door to lean back in, not even sure if he was still awake as she whispered to him, "I love you too, sweetie." She threw the evidence of their coupling into the washer, and no sooner had she closed the lid on the filling basin when she heard the front door opening. Heading out and smiling cheerfully, she greeted the Connors, who looked quite relaxed and happy after their night out. "Welcome back." "Hey Sarah, thanks again for coming out. Was Chris a handful tonight?" She tried very, very hard not to think about the handful of Chris she'd had earlier that night, as she brought him to ecstasy on the couch. "Oh, it's no problem at all. I wish all my kids were as well-behaved as Christopher. Did you have a good time?" Christopher's father chuckled as he took his wife's coat and hung it up. "Oh yes, it was excellent." It was mom's turn to chuckle, hugging her man tight and looking up at him with bedroom eyes. "Reminds me of when we were first dating." The soft smile he sent back to her almost made Sarah laugh happily. It looked like all the members of the Connor family were going to be getting lucky tonight. Pre-empting their noticing of the sound, she nodded towards the laundry room as she put her coat and boots on. "Christopher spilled a glass of milk on his bed, so I changed the sheets and put the dirty ones in the washer." "Ah, thank you, how thoughtful. Did you have any trouble putting him to sleep?" "Uh, no, not at all, he got so worked up while we were playing that he wore himself out. It was really adorable. He's fast asleep by now, you probably shouldn't disturb him." Clenching her lower muscles and feeling his seed squishing around inside her, she silently added a few other descriptions to that 'adorable', like 'sexy' and 'naughty'. Christopher's father had produced his wallet, and handed over a modest wad of bills. "There's the night taken care of, but we want to thank you for coming out on such short notice, so how about a little extra?" She surprised both of them by smiling and shaking her head. "No thank you, it was my pleasure. Getting to see Christopher was worth it." "Well, we owe you one, Sarah. We'll definitely give you a call the next time we need a sitter." "Thanks, Mrs. Connor. Have a nice night!" "You too, dear." As she left the house, heading towards the pre-arranged spot where her ride would be picking her up, she took a deep breath of the crisp, cool winter air and smiled. It had been a magical night, and she thought she would leave it at that, but when he'd said 'I love you, Momma Bear'... She knew he meant it the same way he loved his real mother, but it had started her thinking... okay, right now it was a felony, but in the grand scheme of things, six years wasn't that far apart in age, was it? Hell, her own parents were almost that far apart. Her grin widened as she remembered the card on his bedside table. She'd left her online contact information so he could say hello to his Momma Bear whenever he wanted. She'd have to be careful about not saying incriminating things in such conversations that could come back to bite her in the ass, but if she built up her friendship with the little husky now, who knew where the future could lead.

She felt like a million bucks as she headed off into the night, and let her nebulous plans for the future fade away into the back of her mind, choosing instead to focus on the miracle she'd experienced that night. She could almost still feel his soft lips, suckling on her nipple... maybe in the future she'd be able to teach Christopher all kinds of wonderful things about his body and hers, but for now? She was satisfied with the soft, warm memories of an evening spent as a Momma Bear and her favourite cub.