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The school bus started to accelerate again down Tallinn street to its last stop of the day, and year.

Nate looked out the window, 'Only about another minute or so.' he thought excitedly.

Many others were already outside enjoying the first of many days in the hot weather. A family of fennecs were outside cooking up a barbecue, a collie was skateboarding down a sidewalk, Nate could even glimpse someone swimming in a pool. The bus slowed at a stop sign before turning left onto Pearl drive. He could see his house down the road next to where the bus would stop. Finally stopping with a squeal from the brakes, Nate and the others jumped out of their seats on perfect time.

"Have a great summer!" The bus driver yelled as everyone headed through the bus doors.

Nate hopped off the last step from the bus onto the sidewalk leading to the front door of his house. 'Finally done with school!' he happily cheered to himself. Any twelve year old raccoon would be ecstatic about the last day of school with nothing to look forward to but the fun days of summer. To top it off, everyone was dismissed an hour early, something that made Nate all the more excited about summer break. He walked up to the house where he and his mom lived alone, his dad having divorced her three years ago. His dad was a raccoon like himself and his mom was a pure white wolf, with the exception of light golden fur around her neck and upper chest. Nate looked like his dad in every way except the rings around his tail were white like the majority of his mother's fur. He never questioned why his dad had left anyway, maybe it was the fact that they were such different species, which might have explained the constant arguments at home.

Walking up the steps onto the porch, he reached out and opened the front door. Stepping in, he dropped his book bag on the floor and closed the door. The interior was quiet, his mom nowhere to be seen. "Mom?" he called out getting no response. 'I know, I'll surprise her!' He stalked around the house in search. Nate was quickly frustrated not being able to find her anywhere, not in the living room, kitchen, basement, the guest room, or even the laundry room. Walking to the stairs, there were only the second floor bedrooms and bathroom left to check. On the second step he paused, what was that noise? A creaking groan? He put pressure on the step again only hearing silence. He continued his ascent, albeit much slower, a little nervous now. Reaching the top of the stairs, he looked down the mini hallway to his left; his mom's door was wide open, empty. Just a few feet in front the bathroom was the same scenario, an open door revealing an empty dark space. He heard the eerie moaning noise again, coming from his room.

The fur on his tail stood on end, it did come from his room! The door was closed providing no clue though to what made the noise. Creeping towards the door he was terrified. 'Ghosts aren't real.' he told himself pausing in front of the closed door, hand ready on the knob. He heard the next noise very clearly say his name.

"Nate." The moaning voice sounded like his mom. Without hesitation, he turned the door knob and burst into the room.

"Mom!" He stood bewildered at the sight before him, there on his bed was his mother naked, a hand wedged between her legs while another held a shirt he wore playing outside the day before. Her cheeks were flushed red under her fur, mouth agape in shock utterly lost for words. Nate knew what the basics of female anatomy and what it was for, but never thought much else about it, much less about self-pleasuring. The awkward state ensued for what seemed to be an eternity until his mom eased off her back with a big sigh standing up on the floor. She didn't bother covering up herself, Nate already saw the scene.

"Sweetie mommy needs to explain some things," she said slowly approaching him. Nate took a step back bumping against the wall, she looked distraught.

"What are you doing mom?" he half said to himself, the aroma in the room made him feel dizzy. Karen felt guilty, being caught masturbating about her son by none other than her son! Walking over, her head was still thick with arousal, and it provided her with a unique opportunity. Nate was right here in the house with her alone, she just needed to maneuver delicately and seduce him.

'He probably doesn't know what seduce means.' She smiled thinking to herself. She licked her lips unconsciously approaching her son. Nate felt funny. The closer she got, the stronger the scent became. He slid to the floor feeling uncomfortable with the bulge in his shorts contemplating how much trouble he was in. Or at least what kind. Karen crouched down to her frightened son looking at the worried raccoon with a mischievous smile.

"Mom I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean... to-" Nate paused starting to reach his arms around to hug her, but quickly retracted, afraid to touch her in such a forbidden state. His eyes began to water. He didn't know what he had done wrong to cause such an embarrassing situation, but he did know that there was something wrong about it. Not quite able to grasp it all, Nate scrunched up his face creating a physical dam to hold back any waterworks.

"Aww, everything's ok Nate, mommy isn't hurt." she said in a motherly tone pulling him in for a hug. "Mommy was just..." she had to choose her words carefully, "making herself happy." She rubbed his neck and back to calm him down.

"I don't understand." he responded in a wavering voice. Nate was scared, but his mom wasn't yelling at him or anything, the hug and all resembled any other time when he was upset. It was simply another way of her helping him during a crisis, albeit the hug felt a little different without clothes but it still had the same intention.

"I can explain everything to you later." she reassuringly said. Hearing his stomach growl, "You go downstairs and wait in the living room, while I make you a late lunch, how about that?" She added happily patting his head. He peered up at her, his muzzle between her well endowed white furred bust, smiling weakly.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." He felt better as his mom stood up, pulling him to his feet.

"Alright then let's get going, your tummy looks hungry." She playfully stated rubbing his belly. He giggled wrestling away from her grip and headed for the stairs. Nate's stomach did feel funny, but it wasn't as distracting as his groin while waddling down the stairs. Sitting on the couch, not even bothering to turn on the tv, he tried figuring out what 'making yourself happy' meant. It definitely had something to do with how his private area reacted to the smell in his room. Time passed as he heard his mom walking around in the kitchen preparing something. "Everything is ready Nate!" she said. He sprung off the couch and ran towards the wonderful smell coming from the other room. Nate was greeted by a plate full of mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, a turkey sandwich, and his mom's still nude form eagerly waiting for him. Trying his best to ignore the obvious, he chowed down consuming his food quickly. Nate was having trouble keeping his eyes away from her, and she knew it. Karen looked back making sure Nate was watching. She bent over pretending to dig something out of a drawer, as if nothing were different, giving her son a view of her black moistened lips clearly shining with arousal.

The same scent from before crept back into his nose making him blush. She slowly stood up, holding nothing in her hands, and walked over in front of the little aroused raccoon. "Is something wrong dear?" His mother's voice innocently asked. The wolfess could clearly see the flustered look he had behind his cheeks despite the grey fur being in the way.

"Uh.... No." He said fidgeting in the chair not too sure where else to look, his eyes transfixed on one of her stiff black nipples pointing straight towards him only a couple of inches away. Karen noticed his stare and lazily drew a black claw over her breast, furrowing her snow white fur in the process, only to stop and draw circles on the areola making the teat diamond hard. The bulge in his pants from earlier came back with vengeance.

"I think you can make mommy happy," she paused almost sounding dejected, "you want mommy to be happy right?"

"Yeah," he nodded dumbly. Of course he wanted her to be happy. Her lips broke into a wide grin.

"Let me show you how in your room." Nate's heart was beating very excitedly as his mom grabbed his paw and led him back upstairs to his room. Walking back through the doorway, his nose tingled smelling the now somewhat stale scent in his room. He nearly bumped into her as she turned swiftly around looking down at him. "Ok sweetie, first you need to take off your clothes." Nate complied tossing them to the floor, now left in only a pair of underwear. "All of them," she said a little impatiently seeing the large tent formed from his cloth prison. He pulled them off with some difficulty, discarding them in a crumpled pile alongside his other clothes. Karen smelled his feint young muskiness as his fully nude form was exposed to her. Nate shivered as his throbbing erection met the cooler air of the room. Her eyes feasted on his saluting member, "My, my, what do we have here," she said gently rubbing a finger over the tip. Nate whined and squirmed in response, thrilled at the sensation it produced.

Backing away, she sat on the edge of the bed, footpaws on the carpet floor, legs spread wide open. "Be a good boy and kneel in front of me." She asked politely. Complying, Nate walked over to her and sat down, his head between her knees. Looking down into her sons soft green eyes, "Do you trust me Nate?" She was a little worried about how far her lust had taken her. He nodded his head and smiled, eyes glued to her very wet opening while his erect member throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Pointing a clawed finger to her nether lips, "Lick mommy here," she said in a voice shaking from excitement. Nate edged forward, whiskers tickling her thighs. Opening his mouth, he gave a long sensual lick over her whole outer labia. Nate like the slightly sweet taste it produced. He pressed forward licking more eagerly along her folds. Karen leaned forward with a loud moan, his tongue felt wonderful on her. Licking her clean on the outside, he enjoyed the taste, and the pleasure he was giving her. Maneuvering skillfully, he delved inside lapping along her deliciously soft walls. She placed a hand on the back of his head urging him onward. He did not disappoint, tracing every contour of her undulating warm muscles, one particular swipe of his smooth tongue made her jump in place.

Another one made her buck forward ramming his muzzle. Nate unknowingly found her clit, and based on the reaction he received it was a good sign. 'This is what fireworks must feel like.' She thought quickly approaching her climax. The frenzied moans continued as his tongues fast gentle licks stimulated her beyond comprehension. Grabbing onto her son's ear, she silently screamed seeing spots before flopping back onto the bed tingling in an overpowering afterglow. This gave Nate more to clean without needing to stop, sending his mom into another weaker climax. Karen was left gasping for breath on his bed. Nate backed off and stood up on shaky knees cleaning his muzzle of the succulent treat. Waiting a few minutes to catch her breath, she looked down at her son's still throbbing erection oozing pre down its length. Adjusting herself so her head was resting on a pillow, she waited for him to finish. Nate looked at his mom expectantly and she motioned him forward with a finger. His length bobbed a few inches from her as he stood next to the bed. Karen was in thought, 'I can't take the risk of getting pregnant, and this being his first time, he won't last long.'

She didn't want any mess on her fur either, besides swallowing and gagging wasn't something she could easily do or enjoy. Next to the bed was a bin for disposal but her eyes were focused on the pillow beside her, the shaft of a feather sticking out from the inside. She had an idea, 'Well let's see how long he can last.' She pulled on the hollow shaft, retrieving a stiff white feather in her paw. Angling the small bin, she stroked the feather lightly along the underside of his already sensitive organ. He sharply inhaled through clenched teeth as his heart skipped a quick beat.

"It feels funny mom," he said squirming in place.

"That's good, now hold still for me." She murmured drawing it back like playing a violin. He whined tensing his muscles every few seconds as the crisp feather drew around his aching member creating just enough friction. It did feel really good to Nate, but it also felt like he was going to wet himself. Embarrassment was the last thing he wanted now. The vanes of the feather lovingly toyed with his sensitive skin. His mom brushed it every way she could using only the tip or the entire side.

"I-I don't think I c-can hold it in." He stuttered hanging onto the bed post with an arm, trying his best to not move. She enjoyed seeing him squirm and his determination to please her, but she didn't want to abuse it. Content with the events of the day, it was time for him to be rewarded.

"Go ahead, give in, mommy is right here for you." she crooned at him. His hips shifted in place as he whined. With an audible gasp for air, his member twitched once, then shot forth a few ropes of sticky white squarely into the angled bin. He was panting hard as the flow slowed down holding onto a bed post with a free hand. Tossing the feather into the bin, she set it back down onto the white carpet floor. She licked him clean hearing a few grunts in the process as his muscles periodically flexed until he shrank and retreated back into the protective sheath. "Come lay on mommy," she said patting her hips. Stumbling along the way, he gradually climbed onto her laying parallel on top. Nate's cheeks felt hot as he saw his mom toying with herself again. Her nimbly clawed fingers were gently pinching the hard black nub as she watched him, waiting for a response. He opened his mouth around one and looked up at her for approval. She coyly grinned at him, nodding her head. He latched onto her gently suckling creating a massaging effect on her. Nate started feeling tired, still working on one breast, he set his head down onto the other closing his eyes falling asleep.

His mom wasn't far behind, yawning, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. She gently stroked his ears eliciting a few murrs from the now sleeping raccoon.

Karen woke up with a yawn opening both eyes seeing Nate still asleep in the same position from earlier. Looking a little closer, white cheeks flushed a bright red, there was a thin stream of opaque white running from the gap in Nate's mouth down the curve of her breast into a tiny pool matting a section of golden fur under her neck.

'Guess I can still give him a little snack like so long ago.' She thought carefully extricating herself from his loose embrace. Quietly getting out of the small bed, she retrieved a few tissues cleaning herself of any leftover fluids. She looked out the window seeing a few clouds floating by ever so slowly. The sun was already halfway through its descent in the sky drawing out long shadows onto the street below. She was brought back to earth feeling a smaller pair of arms connect behind her back while a smaller warm body pressed against her.

"I love you mom." he said burrowing his head into her tufts of chest fur. She graciously returned the hug kissing the top of his head.

"You are such a good boy, I hope you had as much fun as I did." Nate's giggle was muffled but still heard, he enjoyed the praise he was getting from his mom. "I'll get dinner started, you can take a shower to get ready," she said smelling the thick, now stale, scent clinging in the room. He bolted for the bathroom not even bothering to pick up his discarded clothes. Karen went and plucked another feather from his pillow sticking it behind her ear, 'Never know when I'll need this again.' Walking over, she gathered his clothes including the one from earlier in the day and dumped them into his laundry basket. 'He may not be wearing much this summer,' she thought to herself. 'But neither will I,' Karen added walking down the creaky stairs.