More than a Mother's Love
#1 of MILF and Her Son
At long last, my first story with original characters and settings is out. I hope the wait was worth it...
Brief Summary: -
"Nova is a mother who, apart from being attractive, is having trouble with her son, who is staying up late into the night. But beneath the trouble, something else is stirring, for both are having difficulty controlling their urges. While it's bad for her son, for Nova it's worse, hers are driven by a deep love that she has for her son, something she finds, her heart cannot ignore forever..."
MAJOR NOTE - Editing has been done, with line breaks between sections, and the Heading section made clearer.
Stories from Terra - The Anthro World
A MILF and Her Son
'More than a Mother's Love'
Unsuitable for anyone under 18, contains themes of a sexual nature, you have been warned... This is an original piece, all characters and settings are © FireDrake85 The World of Terra originally conceived by FireDrake85
_ This Story is set on Terra, a world of my devising; all nations and cities, organisations and such will differ from Earth, though some places will still retain their Earth names; in addition, notable franchises mentioned in here are owned by their respective groups. _
"And here we are, before the sphinx." The photo clearly showed that, the sphinx captured well in the snapshot. The photo's owner was quite pleased with the shot that had been taken by a local tourist of themselves and their partner.
"Reena, your man is certainly a hunk." "Oh, how did he afford something like that?" "I'm sure he's got more places he wants to take you."
Reena just listened to the comments from her friends, the t-rex sipping some more of her cappuccino, a favourite of hers, made just the way she liked it, as she laid back in her favourite seat in her living room; the room fashioned with leather furniture, wooden cabinets, nice ornaments, and a smooth, soft carpet; smiling as she thought about her man; the milk foam had nearly gone, what was left was hugging against the edge of her cup, while the shaved chocolate she liked to put on top had melted away. When she wanted one of these and it wasn't made from a coffee shop or café, she preferred making it herself. Her friends each had made her some before but they never made it exactly as she liked, and after they made it the first time she insisted on making it herself whenever they met up, but she was thoughtful enough to let them know that appreciated their effort and that it was still not bad.
That was the thing she and the others liked about their friendship with one another; to gather around and enjoy a coffee morning at each other's house, and it didn't matter whose they went to, all would sit down with a cup of the black stuff made in their favourite way and gossip and chat about their lives over the last few days and anything else of interest; today they were having it round Reena's nice house, a big two storey house. Each had a part-time job or something else to keep them busy throughout the week and most had decent incomes to live on. But in particular, all were single mothers; well most of them. It'd become a regular thing between them since they met for the first time with one another after moving onto the Olten Estate with their own families; a brand new housing development on the edge of the suburbs of New Bayview; somewhere they hoped to get away from their old problems and unwanted memories.
Reena Martook had moved into the area after her husband, a croc from Flornia she met over twenty years ago, began seeing a cuter, younger woman, a dolphin, and ran off with her eight years ago; where to, she didn't care. She had thought he loved her, but his actions left her broken-hearted with two kids to look after; it turned out, he never even wanted them. Three years later, her divorce was final and the settlement from her husband kept her going strong along with the income she made from her work, a part-time teacher at the local elementary school. She hadn't been in a relationship for a considerable while, but that didn't mean she hadn't set up things, having a few profiles around on dating websites; now she was dating a tall, handsome lion she met only a few months ago, at a local coffee house.
Then there was Teak Bozenada, an orca who had lived out in the Caribbean; she was fond of lattes, giggling as she listened to one of the others joke about the sphinx in the photo, shifting herself on the couch nearby to get a better view of the photo which Reena had passed over to her friend next to her. She lived a normal life with her husband and two kids, her son (who had just moved out) and her daughter (who had just entered her teenage years). Life seemed to be perfect, until her husband had been on one of the fateful flights that devastated the FULR on the fateful date of 9/11; he died trying to be a hero along with others, preventing the aircraft from crashing into the heart of the nation's capital of Union City. After hearing the news from a local cop, she couldn't remain at her home; too many painful memories made it impossible to live there, but moving into the country he had died in, while it would seem to have been a bad idea, it was really so she could be closer to the graveyard he was buried in. Twice a year she would visit to tend to his grave, leaving fresh lilies on it, his favourite flower, and the ones he presented to her when they first met. These days she had gotten over the emotional trauma, but she never forgot the day he left, her husband smiling at the prospect of bringing her back a gift after his trip; she took part-time work at a nursery upon moving into the area.
Next up was Lyla Carper, a dragoness who had lived two counties down, and had three kids to look after, two daughters (both drakes by now and a handful) and a son (still a whelp but he was growing up well, her daughters were looking after him for the day); she too, preferred lattes, and was just as interested in Reena's friend in the photo as she also shifted to get a better look, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. She was not a natural woman, she had all the parts but a few additions from a slight birth mutation, making her a herm; you wouldn't notice it so easily, but she concealed those quite well beneath her casual clothing. Her husband found that out during their honeymoon, but he never cared, he fell in love with her for her beauty, to make her special, and he couldn't care less what she had below. And they had had fun together. Sadly, her husband became overworked, and less appreciated for his efforts; not from his wife, Lyla cared a lot about him; all of which caused him to sink into depression. Then when someone stole an idea of his and he couldn't fight back to claim the credit, it pushed him over the edge. Lyla didn't know why her husband hadn't returned home from work until two days later when two local officers arrived at her house. She learned from them he had jumped in front of a train. These days, she coped, but her friends often noted how she would shed a tear at the photo of her husband from time to time; she worked part-time at a local convenience store to supplement her income, which she coped with along with the settlement she got when the culprit was tried for theft, fraud, and industrial espionage as well, after the truth was discovered.
Between the two sat Vicky Mable, a komodo dragon, who had moved over from Nicea, from its south coast, with her family. Unlike the other women, she still had a husband, but his work in the air force meant he was often away, leaving her to care for their two twin sons, both were young, growing teenagers; she enjoyed drinking her coffee just black with a good amount of sugar, her cup settled on the coffee table while she insisted that the other two beside her gave her space since they were both crowding her, she was just as eager to examine the photo as much as them. Of course, she hadn't come to the estate from Nicea initially, she and her husband chose an apartment in New Hope, a nice place in the downtown part of the big city, and things had been alright, but then one day went completely bad, and she found herself almost being forced upon by two men, a wolf and a bear. The fact someone stopped it from going any further had been a miracle, and the men were later arrested three days after the incident. But after that, she just could not live in the city anymore, so her husband got them a new place, bringing them closer to the east coast. She still had nightmares on occasion, despite the move, and had to get help to overcome them. They were still occurring, but thankfully less often these days; unlike the others, she had not much need for part-time work, though she was member of the voluntary fire-fighter team.
"What did you say his work was, again?" Vicky asked, as she and the other two glanced over to Reena.
"He's an airline pilot; works for one of those major ones," Reena answered, "His flights take him quite far. He flies out to Saharica and Oceania..."
Her voice trailed off. It was only now that she realised that her last friend, hadn't really been paying attention to her talk about her holiday with her new found lover; her friend was staring off to one of the walls from her chair, her face in her hand, completely unaware that the others had begun to notice her silence.
"Nova, darling; what's wrong, girl?" Teak asked. She, like the others, was concerned about her friend.
"Huh?" Nova responded, only now coming back to them, her eyes refocusing on her surroundings. She shook her head, not liking to worry her friends, "Oh, it's nothing."
"It must be something if you weren't paying attention to these," Vicky remarked, handing over the photo in her hand, "You've got to at least see the guy, he's an absolute dream." Nova shook her head, refusing to take it; she wasn't really interested in it and the others that had been shown, her mind was on something else.
Nova Alpen was the last of Reena's friends, another dragoness, who moved into the area with her drake son; she preferred her coffee with cream, chocolate and a bit of a brown sugar, though she had hardly touched a drop, the cream had almost melted away into the black liquid. Like Reena, she had been married, to another dragon, all out of love or so it seemed. When she became pregnant with their son, she noted curious changes in her husband's behaviour, he would go out late to the bar, and never talked about his work. After her son was born, things deteriorated, he came back drunk and verbally abusive, and each argued with the other. Then when their son was five, he walked out, leaving her. She was heartbroken, and only later did she hear from him again, asking for a divorce. She made sure to take him for everything he had, though she only managed a fraction of what he owned. Her family had been supportive of her, though her father remained disappointed in her choice. Still he kept in touch, less than her mother, who helped to look after her and the child. Eventually, she moved to an apartment in New Bayview, and then into the Olten Estate on the edge of the city a few years ago; her part-time work was often to work at a local club as a bartender. At least the music and drinks kept her mind away from thinking about her ex, mostly her hatred of the man.
It wasn't that though that got her mind drifting from reality. She seemed more focused on something else, and it piqued the curiosity of the others.
"Nova," Reena spoke, placing her cup on the table, while she took back her snapshot, "What's wrong? You seem distant, today. Usually you enjoy taking a look at the guys we hang out with." As she looked up, she noticed Nova's untouched cup, "You haven't even touched your coffee."
Nova sighed; there was no avoiding the concern she drew upon herself. "I'm sorry," she spoke, trying to ease her friends' concern for her, "I just have a lot on my mind at the moment."
"It's not about Rob is it?" Teak asked, tilting her head; all thoughts about Reena's new lover had practically been 'shelved' in their minds for the time being.
"No, it's not about him," Nova responded, sighing; she could still remember him, about dating him less than eighteen months ago. They had a nice evening together, a fancy restaurant, a walk in the park as it was bathed in the moonlight, but they didn't hit it off with one another and just parted as friends.
It hadn't been the only relationship she tried to form, she had been through four others, two of these ended the same way, whilst the remaining two ended in trouble, one because of a jealous ex that hounded her date and herself throughout the evening and had led to the cops being involved to deal with them, pretty much scaring her away from any further involvement with him, and another because the date had to head to hospital because some member of their family had been rushed in, something she understood, but saddened that they didn't call back afterwards.
"Hun, you could get a guy as easily as any of us here, you know," Vicky assured her, the others nodding in agreement, trying their best to cheer her up; it was not difficult to understand why, all of them knew that was a true enough fact about them.
After all they weren't just standard mothers in their appearance; if there was a calendar for hot mums, MILFs even, they'd be on the pages around summer in skimpy, revealing, swim suits and bikinis, since they had nicely shaped bodies and considerable 'assets' upon their chests. No male visitor who came onto their estate could resist wolf-whistling them or at the very least comment on their looks (which would happen if they were married or had girlfriends, or as Lyla put it "Were gay") when they saw each of them, and the women didn't mind the attention, it was rather welcomed to be treated as such; Reena's scales bared a light green tint to them that complimented her orange eyes, and her athletic body; Teak's black and white skin, which went well with her rounded figure, seemed to shine in her eyes, each differed to one another, her left was blue, the other was purple, her tail was covered purely in black, while her dorsal fin displayed a speckled pattern of white; Vicky's scales were a light red against her slightly pinkish underbelly of her slim body. Her tail was smooth to the tip while her eyes burned a dark green; Lyla bared pink scales, with a smooth creamy white underbelly against her own slim body. Her head bard two small horns, curled back like a goat that were defined with a nice shine, and fine, golden eyes, while her tail ended in a small soft spade that simmered gold. She was of one of the dragon species who retained wings; while Nova bared sky blue scales with a yellow underbelly upon her hourglass figure, a tail as smooth as Vicky's, and horns just as defined as Lyla, although they hugged her body with a slight s-bend in them, while her eyes shined a loving red. Unlike Lyla, her family came from a species that lacked wings.
Heck, they even went so far as to jokingly call their morning meetings as the "MILF Coffee Club", a name which they never really talk of or used much, though they laughed about it when they first mentioned it. Over the time they spent meeting each other, their friendship grew, to the point that they each would offer tips to the others on keeping their good looks strong, or what fashions to bring out their beauty and looks, along with discussing their problems and issues.
Of course, out of all of them, Vicky was only one didn't need too much attention upon herself; she had no reason to cheat on her husband while he was away, he was all the man she needed. "Although not me of course, my boy is all I need, so dreamy..." she lost herself in her memories as she imagined her husband suddenly returning from overseas, kissing her like he had done on their first date and taking her back into their bedroom for some wonderful fun... She quickly coughed and snapped out of her fantasy, remembering that it was not what she meant to talk about, "But seriously, why not just tell us what's wrong? You know we listen to each other's problems."
The girls all agreed; each had had a fair bit of trouble when they moved onto the estate, whether major or minor; as their focus centred on Nova, who finally decided to have some of her coffee. She knew it was going to come out, and her friends were right. She couldn't conceal her problems from them. The drink was cooling as she brought it up, but was still hot enough to enjoy as she took a sip, the sweetness still remained but she could taste the bitterness of the beans coming through.
"It's Flare," she finally replied, "That son of mine has been a problem of late. He's been giving me trouble since the garage called saying he's not been focusing properly on his work of late. He's been somewhat drifting off as I recalled them saying."
The others looked amongst themselves, wondering what it could be.
"He's not doing something he shouldn't, Nova?" Lyla asked the first of them vocally step forward to make an investigative guess, slightly worried whether it might be true or not, "You know anything illegal; like drugs?"
Nova quickly shook her head, "Oh, no, no, no. Nothing like that at all, Lyla; thankfully he doesn't, I know him and where he hides his stuff from me, and he has nothing of the sort on him." She took another gulp of coffee, wishing she hadn't let the cream melt away, as Lyla sighed, slightly relieved; the thought of a kid doing drugs was something she had experienced before, and it was something she didn't want her friends to go through either, having nearly lost one of her daughter to an overdose about three years ago; her friends had certainly been a great support during that time, while she had waited for the news with a mixture of dread and hope. As she let the memory disappear from her mind, she listened as Nova continued. "It's more to do with the late nights he's been having the past few weeks."
"Late nights; it doesn't sound like much of a problem. Why should that be a serious issue to ya, Nova?" Lyla queried, the others listening as the dragoness placed her cup down.
"He's been spending a lot of time on his computer, always on the internet late at night, and he must be staying up to the early hours of the morning before he finally gets some sleep," Nova explained, "It wasn't a problem when he became a drake two years ago because he usually turned in after midnight after listening to music, but ever since he got near to his 22nd birthday about two months ago, he's been staying up longer and longer. To make matters difficult, he winds up sleeping all morning and getting up around midday or an hour later and usually he tends to get into his part-time work late. He would have got fired for that after so much, but because he's a good worker at the garage a few blocks away from here and he works their mostly part-time, I asked them not to last week, pleaded with the guy who runs it. The owner's told me to sort him out, gave me three weeks to change him. After that he may have to let him go. I really don't want him to lose this, he's a good kid, and he's quite skilled with mechanics, something I want him to develop; I mean Reena, he fixed your car five months ago, remember?"
The women could tell she was deeply worried on that prospect, and they could only imagine the stress she was hiding beneath her face. But they also knew how skilled he was too, and each looked with agreement at one another that this was something they had to help give advice on.
"Honey, you really ought to talk to him, get him to have some early nights for a change," Reena suggested, as she took up her drink again, "Let him know the mess he's going to get in if he keeps up his activities at night."
Nova sighed, she'd had that idea before, "I've tried, like, five times since then, but he just ignores me; once it seemed he did, but I heard him on his computer, typing away later that night; it must have just half twelve. I checked his room the following morning, and found it was still on while he was sound asleep on his bed; despite how many times I've told him to turn it off when he's not using it. I tried waking him, but I think he must be a deep sleeper or something, 'cause he never stirs much, but just lies there, unaware of anything. I bet I could blow an air horn in there, and he'd still be asleep."
"Did you try finding out what he'd been doing to stay up so late?" Teak asked, although she could guess what her son had been doing; she accidently caught her own son doing something similar to that, although without him knowing he'd been seen in such a way, not wishing to embarrass him.
"He leads quite a private life, doesn't share much with me in fact," Nova said, letting her head fall, she felt disappointed at not being a good mother, "I mean he talks about his friends and his work, but I can't get him to say what he's been doing on his computer; the thing has a password and I don't have a clue what it is. But I found out about three weeks ago, well, bits of his nightly activities beneath his desk, whilst I was cleaning his room."
Teak concealed her smugness knowing she had been right, while the other three were perplexed at first, but Nova's face began conveying the message of what she meant, to which they suddenly felt shocked and reeling back in disgust for a moment, at realising the same thing Teak had guessed, all three blushing heavily at the realisation.
"Oh, gods!!" Reena exclaimed, slightly wishing she hadn't heard; even if she was giving a supportive ear to her friend.
Lyla was the first to regain her composure, "Nova, you have got to talk to him at some point. Maybe get him some help, some guidance at least. I mean if he's doing that every night, he really ought to be controlling himself if that's why he stays up late. And especially as he's a dragon."
Nova refused to accept the idea, "I would love to get him help, but I don't want to put too much pressure on him; he has enough to worry about, and I don't want to be too hard on him with what he's already been through. I mean, he's my baby boy, and I love him deeply. I mean, you've seen his photo, he so much like his father," she winced as she mentioned her ex, "So handsome looking, that any girl would be wishing to go out with him, with those looks, that body..." Thinking of her son like that, she suddenly felt herself imagining him at the doorway to her bedroom, grinning at her with lust as he leaned against the wooden frame, she lying in her bed with her nightgown on, while he was in nothing more than his...
"You don't love him more than just a son, do you?" Vickey asked, noticing her friend losing herself to her thoughts. She was concerned of what she was thinking, "I mean I've heard of single parents falling for their children before, though not often. And it might be even bad to do so since he's a drake, since his body will be becoming more active around about now."
Nova shook herself from her thoughts; was she just fantasizing about her son; again; and in front of her friends? She could feel the embarrassment and shame building inside her.
"Oh, please tell us you haven't fallen for him?" Reena questioned her, just like the komodo, she too was concerned for her friend's sudden behaviour.
"No, I don't... well, I mean..." she couldn't really know what to answer, it was hard trying to fight her feelings on the matter, and to ignore the fact she had done it again. She quickly became flustered much to the surprise of the others, "...I'm not sure. I mean, he's my son, I shouldn't love him more, but then..." she was not wishing to admit her feelings, but her heart was fighting back and winning. Her mind gave up, and she sighed at thinking of him again.
"Please, someone; tell me she's not as bad as I think she is," Teak asked the others, fearing that Nova might be infatuated with her son.
"Sorry Teak, but it's bad," Lyla shook her head to the orca, she seemed disappointed at Nova when she heard her, but she wasn't, in fact she had an inkling of what might happen if her friend didn't find someone to love other than her son, turning back to the dragoness, "Nova, you really ought to be careful, especially as a single mother. Some boys like him at that age start to be become more, sexually active, in certain ways, and your body is picking up on that; it's just as bad with some girls of that age too. You've got to control yourself, or it might get even harder to resist the temptation."
Nova was unsure of what advice to ask for, but Lyla made it easy for her; she was already out of her spot and standing by her, a hand on her shoulder, as looked down to her friend, "You're not the only one who's thought of it before," Nova was a little taken back by it, in fact the others were surprised to hear her say it, as she continued, "I mean, a year ago, I began falling for my oldest daughter when she was like that, but I realised how bad it might have been. So I had to learn control myself, and I haven't thought about having her since, especially since she's seeing someone now. If you want, I could help you control your feelings for him," she continued, giving Nova a reassuring smile of her support.
Nova smiled back; friends were always good to count on for support.
"Wish you could have done that for me a while back," Vicky interrupted the moment, as Lyla and Nova glanced in her direction, a little confused, "Then I wouldn't have embarrassed myself and my younger son," Vicky added, suddenly wondering if she should have said anything.
"Wait, you had the same thing, too?!?" Lyla exclaimed, more surprised than the others as they stared at her; she thought such an issue was only confined to single parents.
"Yeah," she admitted much to her discomfort, "It was something, but it never went far. I mean, I fancied how toned his body was becoming, and his good looks, just like his father, that I fantasised about him for several nights. Before I knew it, I crept into his bedroom one night with nothing much on except my underwear, that skimpy set I got from my husband, the dark red ones that match my scales. I was on his bed over him with his sheet flung off, just admiring his body, drinking it in, before I touched up his 'thing' through his shorts, and before I knew it, he woke and realised I was there over him, feeling him. We looked into each other's eyes for just a few moments, before we felt how awkward it was. I think we both felt the same, because he just looked away, and I just rushed back to my room, and just stayed up most of the night wondering about what I had started and what he thought of me. We didn't talk about it for five days, in fact he didn't say much to me, even kept his distance. His brother never suspected much."
The others felt speechless, not expecting a married woman to have felt like that, as she sighed recalling the memory further.
"What made it worse was finding out, when he could eventually speak about that night to me, was that, although he admitted how good looking I was and he admired it about me, he was not physically attracted to women, couldn't be actually. Nor his brother, but as he explained, the pair had more to their brotherly love than I realised; turns out they were both gay. I mean I should have known from some of the stuff I found in their rooms."
It was awhile before anyone spoke, but they soon burst out laughing, even Vicky. She realised it was awkward but she also knew how stupid it had been, she didn't mind that she was centre of their attention, but she did notice that Nova had perked up considerably.
"Listen, Nova," Reena said when they managed to collect themselves, "Whatever you do, you have us to help. Ok? Just get him to start thinking about controlling himself, and focusing on his work more than staying up just to enjoy the dark side of the internet. And remember to control yourself just as well."
Nova nodded, thankful for their support, "I suppose I'll have to be forceful on him, I guess; there's no avoiding that anymore. I just wish I knew what he was looking at to keep him up all night..."
"Yeah, yeah," Vicky stopped her, more eager to pick up where they left off earlier and get away from the subject, "So, Reena, what did you guys do after the sphinx? Did you see more of the Giza Desert, or did you take a trip down the Anubian?"
"I tell you this," Reena replied, "I did not have much of an idea on what else to see in Nubiyt; but boy, oh boy, my hunk knew where to go..."
Nova listened with interest at last, but she knew she would have to wake her son soon, her eye glancing to a wall mounted clock in the room, as the others listened to Reena discuss more about her new lover. She could see it in the hands; it was almost coming up to midday...
"Dude, which would you prefer; a powered up superhero from another world or one laden with gadgets and fights with his own strength?" the shark asked, showing off his two new comics to the others, his friends that he hung out with.
No response, though, was given, not even a glimmer of interest from the friend he was aiming his question at; a male dragon who, sitting across from him, was too busy staring out of the window into the street and the passing traffic outside the diner, though the others at the booth they sat at (he and the dragon were sat next to the window), were more intrigued by the question he had given; all had been eating a meal, and much of it was now about gone, some finishing off their leftovers.
"Hey, Rick, I'd go for the first one all the time, I mean," the shark watched as another of his friends, an alligator sitting next to him, took one of the comics that was based on such a character; the figure on the cover, a rabbit baring a superhero costume and mask, was flying through the air in an heroic pose for the reader; their eyes examining the detail as they handled it in their scaled hand, though not with great care, his fingers were slightly greasy from the fries he'd been eating earlier, "if I had to be the star of a hero movie, I would go for someone like this guy."
Rick took back his comic quickly, not eager to let his friend ruin what he had bought, "Easy, Sean, I just got these today!!" He was quick to examine the spots he'd been touching for any damage.
"Relax, Rick. I'm not going to ruin it," he responded, he felt hurt that someone could consider he would do anything of the sort, "I just wanted to check it out, is all."
"That's what you said when you borrowed that CD I lent you, last year," said the wolf across from him, the second of his friends, having just finished off his food, a quarter-pound cheeseburger with fries. "When you gave it back, it was completely scratched all over."
"Deyik, I didn't mean to," Rick pleaded, though his friends were not convinced, his words just fell on deaf ears, "How many times have I got to tell you, that my brother did it?"
"Oh, let's not get into this again, Deyik," a zebra spoke up, shaking his head; he was Rick's third friend in the group and sitting next to Sean; he was having a chocolate milkshake, and the moment he got their attention, he went back to sucking it up with his straw.
"Yeah, Gillian is right," a vixen then added, the last friend of the group, and the only girl who hung out with them, who sat next to Deyik; she gave the wolf a rather insistent look to back down, "I mean his brother is still saving up his allowance to pay you for the damage. How much was it again, Sean, that he still owes?"
"Oh," Sean thought back to the amount of the CD and what his brother had, as he cleaned up his fingers with a paper napkin he had before him, "about twenty dollars I think, Kikah. He should have it ready by next week."
"See, you'll be able to get that new one that came out last month," Kikah said, glancing at Deyik with a somewhat triumphant look in her eyes that he had indeed backed down from arguing further. But she noticed he just didn't seem to care about the response, though it was easy for her and the others to see it written on his face what he thought about it, 'Whatever...'
"Well, now that that's settled, back to my question," Rick continued his query, satisfied his comic was at least not 'harmed' as such, "Anyone else?"
"Hmm," Gillian murmured, "The second."
"Well I'm all with Sean on this, the first one," Kikah answered, "But not because of his reason, I like the idea of the various powers and such."
Rick cast a glance at Deyik, expecting an answer from him. The wolf wasn't bothered, but eventually muttered his preference of the second choice, adding also, "I like the moody backdrop of some of those guys."
"What about you, Flare?" he asked the dragon, hoping he would give an answer at least now.
Flare just continued staring off out into the street, his mind was not interested. He was usually more talkative than this, but today, he was just mainly quiet, deep in thought even.
He and the others usually hung at the diner at lunch, talking amongst themselves; Rick, who was slightly rounded with a sleek silvery-grey complexion to his skin, was a sci-fi geek, into his comics, movies and online games; Deyik was the popular one, a light black furred husky-wolf, with an athletic body, and a good player of ball games, his head fur extended behind him into a ponytail; Sean, the gator whose dark mottled green scales were a contrast to the light green underbelly he had, was studying the arts, and learning to become an actor; Gillian striped appearance was not typical of zebras, they were a lighter brown like his long mane and tail tip, but it didn't hide the fact he was more athletic than Deyik, with more an interest in track sports; and Kikah, her fur was an orangey-red, who loved travel and tennis, the latter was something she was a natural to, even better than her mother.
Flare was something in own way, his scales were orange with a light blue underbelly, all of which defined the toned, slightly buff look he was making for himself; as a result of the spare time he used working out; his eyes were a lime green, while his horns hugged his head like his mother's, only curving along it rather than the s-bend she had, and slightly rougher looking than hers. Unlike his mother, while his tail was smooth as hers, it ended with a fin, the membrane the same as his underbelly only pale in comparison. However, like his mother he didn't have wings; despite the fact his father had had them, being of that species of dragon that possessed them. They just never got passed over into his gene pool, not that he cared much if he had; he never liked his father, hated him just as much as his mother.
"Just leave him, Rick," Gillian insisted, dipping his hand down to collect up a few leftover fries on his plate, "He's probably not interested in superhero comics like us."
"But, he gets those..."Rick tried mentioning that he did, in fact, have an interest, but Gillian interrupted him with a stare, as he shook his head, making the shark stop in mid-sentence. Since Flare wouldn't answer, he just shrugged his shoulders and gave up on asking him further on the subject, "'Kay. Then what about sci-fi series; which would you rather be a part of? Would it be Star Trek, or that Albish one (what's it called), Doctor Who?"
The others pondered that question, all except Flare, whom Rick didn't expect to answer. Quickly, Sean pointed out his interest in Star Trek, both Gillian and Kikah voiced their approval of Doctor Who, and Deyik just muttered that he preferred Star Wars to either of them.
"That wasn't a choice!!" Rick argued, casting an annoyed look at his friend.
"Well, sorry, but I prefer that, then the other two," Deyik responded, glaring back at his friend, "I mean at least there's good action and story in it, like the other two."
"He's does have a good point about that," Gillian replied, and he, Sean, and Kikah just snickered amongst themselves.
Deyik grinned seeing his friends support him, while Rick, who could have argued and opposed his answer, just accepted there was no getting around his decision on the subject, and held no further argument on the matter, he could feel himself defeated inside, as the wolf chuckled quietly watching him hang his head at being beaten.
"Alright, alright, already you guys," Rick spoke up, fed up of being the centre of their laughter, "Can we please talk about something else?"
"Well, you were the one..." Sean started pointing out to his friend how he had begun things.
"I know, I know," he exclaimed rather quickly, he was well aware that he had.
Kikah just giggled at his outburst, but it died down as she noticed how Flare was still not paying any attention.
"Flare?" she asked, but he didn't respond. She tried again and again, as Sean and Gillian watched Rick fume and sulk for a moment. Deyik was the only one who took notice of his friend trying to get the dragon's attention, so sharply nudged him in the arm for her.
"Huh, what?" Flare mumbled, as his mind snapped back into reality around their table, "Deyik, why did you..." he glared at the wolf, slightly annoyed, but watched as his friend's eyes simply motioned to Kikah next to him, the vixen tilting her head around the wolf, her eyes sparkled with concern, "Sorry, Kikah, but, what's wrong?"
"What's with you, Flare?" she asked, it was easy to hear she was concerned for him, "You haven't spoken much since you got here, only just to eat and stare out the window."
"Oh, that," the dragon responded, looking down at his plate, wishing he hadn't made Kikah like this, "Mom's been telling me to get some early nights, been really on my case; says I have to from now on as she's fed up of me being up late in the afternoon. Either I do that or she'll kick me out of the house."
"Ouch, that's rough," Deyik replied; Rick was still sulking a bit while Sean was looking over the other comic's cover and Gillian was busy cleaning the grease off his muzzle with a paper napkin; Flare glanced up from his plate, "Although, she is right, you know? You have been getting up in the afternoon too often of late."
Kikah nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and it's not exactly something you want to keep on doing; I mean not if you plan on being a mechanic for a race team, if I remember that dream of yours."
"Yeah, I mean, I plan to be in big league sports star, football, baseball, basketball, any of those really," the wolf pointed out to his friend, "But you don't see me stay up late and sleep almost all of the day, now do you?"
"Yeah, maybe; but I just can't seem to control myself well, to stay on top of thing," Flare responded, looking back down to his plate, his eyes staring blankly into the remnants of the ketchup on the edge.
"It's not that difficult," Dreyik insisted, thinking it was not a major problem to be worried about, "You just stop staying up and just let yourself sleep," but Flare shook his head.
"Erm, it's not exactly as easy as you say it is," Flare commented; by now the other three had noted the dragon was speaking and listening as he discussed his issue, "Because I can't stop thinking about well... Look I've been spending late nights because I've been on my computer, on the internet, viewing and watching..." his voice trailed off once more, and the others wondered what he was trying to say. The dragon felt a mixture of awkwardness, embarrassment and shame at what he knew but could not answer, all he could say was, "You know; that sort of thing we do with..." before whispering to them, "...mags as well."
At first they were a bit perplexed, but Deyik clued in to what the dragon meant, "Oh, that! Man, you really ought to control yourself on that. And I mean that seriously."
"Yeah, especially since you're a dragon," Sean added, realising from Deyik's outburst what he meant, "For you, your body will start having stronger urges than that, that will want satisfaction more from what you're currently doing. It's not exactly healthy in a way, if it starts taking control of your life."
"I know, I know," Flare said, shaking his head. He was not exactly comfortable talking about this, but he did need some advice from his friends, "I remember the classes about sex, but what should I do about it?"
"Flare, you should probably do some simple exercises, you know," Rick said, providing his friend with some helpful advice, he knew what he was going through, "something like, repeating a phrase to yourself. Like, "I will not spend time on my computer looking up...", and just what you do exactly. That was what they mentioned in the classes. It certainly helps me out."
"You do this too?" Deyik asked, rather inquisitively, the others glanced towards Rick.
"Well, what's happening to you, it's not confined to dragons; I mean you guys did take sex education classes as well, didn't you? About five months ago, I had to control myself when I started doing that, and especially more when I started feeling the urge to just, well; it was just me, my sister and mother in the house. It was hard to control myself, but I did it," as he finished, the others wondered what he had tried to do exactly, but Deyik and Gillian quickly realised and got Rick to move the topic on before the other three made the same conclusion. "Anyway, you just need to do something like that, focus hard on it, and try to get some self-control over yourself. You know; mind over matter."
"I guess," Flare answered, a sigh escaping his lips, as he looked back down to his plate again.
"Wait, you mean you tried to ..." Sean exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by anyone else in the diner, but the wolf quickly kicked his friend in the leg to silence him, though it didn't stop the other two finally realising what Rick had meant with his earlier words, the pair giving surprised looks to the shark. "Ow," Sean squeaked, rubbing his leg down, the limb sore after that, "Alright, Deyik, I get it; don't talk about it. I was just shocked about hearing it from..."
"You have to be careful too, Sean," the shark interrupted him, getting his attention, "Gators like you suffer the same thing as well."
Sean gulped a bit, as he recalled the classes; his friend was right about that. And it caused him to have a sudden thought of what he might be like with his own family, he had three sisters, all triplets that were three years younger than him, if he became like that. His father wasn't exactly a pleasant man, being a bit of heavy drinker, and he wouldn't like to find him in the act of taking advantage of his sisters; an act that was considered mostly taboo by all religions.
Deyik just laughed as Sean brought his head down in embarrassment as the thought lingered in his mind, mumbling under his breath, "Oh gods please no..." before Rick eased his friend's worry.
"Don't fret, you probably still got awhile before that happens, and, well, you've got us if you're having problems," the shark assured him, before doing a buddy hug with him, "Heck, we guys gotta stick together, right?"
The others just laughed as they watched Sean squirm to get out of Rick's clutch, not exactly liking the moment. All except Flare did, he was busy wondering if he could control himself as easily as Rick said, staring out the window again.
"Hey, by the way," Rick finally let Sean go as the joke he somehow created to the others, died down, "what exactly do you spend time looking up to be like that? I mean that's something you have to control to, as well."
"What?!?" the dragon was somewhat shocked, not expecting to be asked that. He looked at his friend, noting the gleamed interest from the shark in his sudden reaction; Flare's face easily conveyed he was not willing to part with that information.
"Come on, I mean we don't exactly hide what we like," Kikah said, deeply interested to hear what he was looking at. She knew whatever it was must have been something big, the way he reacted, and the others too were keen to hear what it was, "I mean you guys know what I'm into."
Sean, Gillian, and Deyik nodded; she could have been dating any of them, but she never showed any vested interest in them, or any other man that tried their luck with her. She was more into other girls; though they were surprised she hung out with them when she finally revealed that fact about herself. Of course for Sean and Deyik, they often hoped for a chance to see her involved in such action, a little fantasy they had in their minds, though neither knew the other wanted that too.
The others insisted he tell them exactly what he was surfing the internet, and it took persistence before they eventually wore down the mental and verbal barriers he used to avoid exposing his little secret information.
"Fine," he said, sighing. There was no way of avoiding it, "I kinda have this thing for, well, certain women. And well, I tend to visit certain sites with them on it, like this one I found called..." he beckoned them to lean in closer, before whispering the website's name. The moment he was finished, they leaned back into their seats, remaining silent and rather stunned by what he said, as the dragon felt a new level of embarrassment come over him, believing they were going to mock him for it.
The first response he got to that wasn't exactly something he expected to hear, "Oh, man, I thought I was into that." The others stared at Gillian, who quickly realised what he just said. Just as Flare's embarrassment went, his arrived as he covered his face in his hands, unable to accept he just blurted that out, uttering, "Oh, god, I didn't just say that, did I?"
Kikah just giggled, much to the surprise of the other three, "You're not the only one who's thought about that," which took the zebra back, letting his eyes see her glance, first at Sean, then Rick, and finally Deyik. All three finally nodded in admittance to the same thing.
They soon heard Flare laugh, finally at last as a friend, as he quickly shook his head, and waved his hand in apology at the zebra, "Sorry, Gillian, I just couldn't ignore that look you had when you revealed that little secret of yours." He eventually calmed down, finally continuing, "But seriously, I'm not alone on that?"
The others shook their head, before Sean quickly noted something they missed, "Wait, you're into this too, Kikah?" The boys stared at her for an answer.
"Trust me, if you knew how hot my mom was, you'd understand," she simply replied.
It wasn't long before the group began discussing their particular interest in the subject with one another and their personal, private fantasies; one actually caused Gillian and Sean to cover up their crotches because it was quite literally a turn on for them, much to the amusement of the others. The awkwardness the dragon had felt since mentioning his little secret had virtually gone; it was a good thing there were no other diners close by to have heard what they were discussing, it would have made things more difficult; but as it began eventually moved on to other topics, and as the conversation started to go deeper into the latest subject brought up by Rick, "Ok, time travel, or space travel?" Flare began to wonder about something that his mind had just cropped up.
"Er, guys, what time is it?" he interrupted, looking at each of them in turn.
Kikah quickly retrieved her smartphone from her pocket, "Almost half one. Why..."
"Oh, shit!!!" he exclaimed before he was having to make her and Deyik move out from the booth, out of his way, "Shit, shit, shit. I've got to be at the garage in five minutes, or Mr Hughes is gonna be busting me down for being late again."
"Sheesh, alright, Flare," Deyik said as the dragon scrambled out of the booth, "You don't have to be forceful to want us out of the way." The dragon gave a quick glance to him, mouthing an apology; he didn't have time to waste.
The others watched as he began making his way out. "Flare, just remember what I told you," Rick called out.
Flare looked back, nodding to his friend before stepping out, his legs quickly running along the sidewalk as he began heading off towards the garage just a couple of blocks away. He cursed the fact he still didn't have the money yet to buy a decent set of wheels to get around, despite having a licence on him that had been buried in his wallet for the last six months; that was something he had to ask his mom about at some point, if she would allow it.
But his mind quickly wondered if he could do just as Rick suggested and gain some self-control. That was something he'd have to find out later when he got home, as he rushed down the street...
It was getting onto nine in the evening, and the pair were watching their big screen TV in their living room, sitting upon a large plush couch of red leather, Nova lying at one end with her head propped up by her arm, Flare sitting at the other, both watching the latest big hit to have recently come up, a new cop action drama series. The glass coffee table in front of them held a cardboard pizza box, the lid open, holding the remnants of their meal they had ordered in, a meat feast pizza.
Flare found the show not to be bad really, but at the moment, the scene it was on was rather boring, just some dull dialogue between a pair of the characters. Curious about whether his mother liked it, he looked over in her direction, seeing that she seemed like it as well, more focused on it than he was. She wore nothing fancy on her, just a large pink tank top, and a pair of nice cut jeans over her legs. They did nothing to dissuade him from noting how she was something special wearing them, in fact, quite hot looking, not able to resist glancing towards her chest, noting what lay beneath the garment, licking his lips at the thought... He quickly shook his head, not wishing to fantasize about her, even shocked he thought it; she was his mother, and it wasn't right, even if he had a thing for 'those' sort of women. 'Think, Flare, she's your mother. You've got to control yourself.' Flustered with what he had done, he quickly composed himself and focused back on the program, trying to take his mind off of his unnatural thought.
Luckily for him, Nova hadn't noticed her son's reaction, as she looked over towards her son. Like him, she noted how good looking he was in his black tee shirt, red baseball jacket, and grey jean shorts, how well they suited him, imagining what he must be like underneath, picturing him sitting there, grinning at her, in nothing more than his... but quickly snapped herself back to reality, 'Nova, remember what your friends said, control yourself. Gods, don't do that,' refocusing back on the program, herself just as flustered as her son, but thankfully unnoticed by him. The silence, however, wasn't helping either of them, and she needed to break it.
"So, Flare," she began saying, not sure what to ask him about. She could only think of one thing, "How was work, today?"
"Oh, erm," he hadn't expected her to speak to him. He wasn't sure what to say; only to answer her question, "Alright, I guess. I got in late again, though." He knew she wouldn't like that.
She noted he was not happy about that, seeing him glance downwards into his lap, "Well, you need to do as I told you, and get an early night. Then you won't be having such trouble like this."
She didn't wish to be hard on him, but she knew he needed to turn things around. He didn't respond at first, but eventually he sighed, "'Kay, mom." He found it difficult to remain in the room, and despite wanting to watch the rest of the show, Flare picked himself up from the couch, deciding to head off to his room; Nova could sense what he would be doing, knowing what he'd probably be doing at this time, some online gaming with his friends.
She sighed, she knew she had to be tough, but he never had it easy since his father left them. She hadn't helped at all, so heartbroken by his departure, that often she broke down in tears, never wanting anyone to be near her. But he always did much to cheer her up as he grew up, never wishing her to be unhappy, from showing off his good grades, to getting her presents, to making her feel special and loved. He had been a wonderful son that she eventually forgot all about her ex (although not enough, she still remembered him from time to time) and what he had done. Now that he was a drake, he was becoming quite the man; someone she knew would easily get a girl to fall for him. And boy was that not a problem the way he was beginning to look, though in her eyes, he was still her little boy.
She sighed again, feeling good about how he looked, the thought made her feel warm all over, as she continued watching the program; the show was nearing the end it seemed. She loved her son, but her heart knew deep down, that she loved him more, trying to make her admit. It was something though, she was desperately wishing against all hope, not to come true...
The taps ceased flowing as he turned them off. It was after midnight, and Flare had been cleaning himself up. His mother, who had been passing by his room on her way back to her bedroom, gave a firm reminder to him to get an early night. That had been about an hour ago, and by now she was fast asleep in her room. Making a few final checks in the cabinet mirror, and noting how good his jaw scales were coming, he stepped out, making his way back into his room. As he entered, closing the down behind, though not fully, he noted the state it was in; he had cans piled up near the door and around his wastepaper basket, his sheets all a strewn over his bed in a complete mess, and his clothes all chucked around his dresser in little piles; he knew she'd be on his back for letting it get like this again, and more than likely to clean it up herself. Apart from that, his room held a few posters, two on his favourite bands, one on a hit movie, and three on his favourite games, a large single bed, a small flat screen TV and a console connected to it, and his desk. He noted his computer on it, was still on. As he promised his mother, he began to shut it down, clicking on the shutdown button on the desktop.
Except as his computer prompted him if he wanted to, his hand would not respond to simply clicking the mouse button over the command. His hand remained still as his mind began to be plagued with thoughts, little voices, 'Come on, just a little session. She won't know,' 'She's asleep, it will be fine,' but he refused to back down, trying to urge his hand to do as he promised, but the voice fought back, becoming stronger, 'You know you want to,' 'Come on, just a little while,' 'You like women like her don't you?'
'No, I can't...' He tried resisting, but he could feel the blood beginning to pump down his body, his arousal growing, as if it knew to expect. He gulped as he tried to control himself, wishing to stop it, but one voice fought back, stronger than ever, 'Your mind says no, but your body says yes.' He gulped again and watched as his hand cancelled the command, leaving his computer on. Sighing in defeat, he settled into the chair before his desk, making himself comfortable as he began loading up the internet, his hands almost acting on their own; one moved his mouse to load up the website he wanted to view on the browser from the previous night's history, the other beginning to open the fly of his jean shorts, exposing his boxers to the open.
As he felt his crotch begin to stir in anticipation of what he was about to do again, as his eyes glanced over the images he began to look through, all of them were on the sort of women he liked, all in erotic poses. As his hand dipped through the opening of his shorts, it began massaging his groin through his boxers, feeling himself below as he moaned softly to the touch of himself.
'Mom is gonna kill me for this...'
Her radio's alarm was still going off as she stretched from her sleep, lifting herself from the king-size bed she had, as she yawned. Another night of good sleeping, in which Nova had been dreaming about some hunk of a man again, this time in a fire-fighter outfit stripping in front of her; although she noted how the hunk had seemed to change, though she shook off the thought.
As she pulled back the soft covers and sat herself up on the edge of her bed, she noted the time on her radio, the digital display reading, '8:02am' as she stopped it's buzzer, another yawn escaping her mouth, as she stood herself up, while the radio began turning on, some music just finishing as the announcer began speaking.
"Well, that's the number three hit in the charts; 'My Soaring Love' by Kelsie Granger, and that was certainly something, what a voice. It just past eight o two in the morning, fellow Libertonians, and you're listening to NBR, New Bayview Radio on 105.6fm, we have a jam pack morning show for you, today's weather is certainly going to be sunny with highs of..."
As she listened to the announcer, she was over in front of her wardrobes, picking out her clothing for the day which she laid on her bed, while she looked for a morning gown to wear over her nightshirt, taking out a simple white, soft woollen one to wear, enjoying the feel of it over her arms and body; it was one of her favourites. Satisfied in the large standalone mirror nearby that she was good enough for the morning, she made her way to the door of her room, making note to turn up the radio a bit, as the station had just begun the next track, which she had heard the announcer mention; it was a favourite of hers she heard about six years ago, as she stepped out into the corridor, quietly singing to the words.
As she stepped into the bathroom, she looked herself over with the mirror of the bathroom cabinet, making note of her scales and features in detail. Her fangs were still good looking, well kept, but she noted that the scales on her forehead and along her jaw could do with a little touching up, along with her horns, though it was something she'd take care of later, right now she had breakfast to make. As she stepped back out into the corridor, she noted the door to her son's room, just almost opposite the bathroom, was slightly ajar.
The layout of their house was simple, a single storey building, with a loft conversion that had been added a year after they moved in, housing an office she mostly used. From entering the front door, one would be standing in the living room, a simple plush set up, divided from the kitchen/dining space by an arch, within was an oak dining table, a modern kitchen setup, and a small breakfast bar. A corridor led down to the rear rooms beside the staircase to the conversion; if one came from the living room, her son's room would be the first door on the left, followed by a spare room after that which they used mainly for storage. The bathroom was just almost opposite Flare's room, a nice setup with a large bath and walk-in shower, while her bedroom lay at the end of the corridor, it was the bigger of the two bedrooms they had.
As she stepped into her son's room, she could see him sleeping on his own bed (its size was slightly bigger than he needed), with the covers just barely concealing him, his right leg exposed up to just below his waist; she knew he often wore his boxers and a black t-shirt when he was sleeping. It seemed from the looks of things, he had listened to her at least, stepping up to his bed. As she looked round, she noted that, despite the dullness of the light in the room, she could see it was a mess in places. As she stepped over to the curtains, to let in a little more light, she noted as she surveyed his room that there were crushed cans beside the door that need clearing out, his clothes were all strewn around his dresser and would need sorting, there were slight specks of muck on his bedside tables that would need cleaning, his desk was in complete disarray with a few papers scrunched up below the chair that would have to be binned, his computer was humming...
'Wait, his computer is humming?' picking up the sound with her ears.
She took a quick look over it; despite the monitor being off, his computer was still running, she could hear its fan whirring (and wondered how she hadn't noticed it when she entered). She shook her head in disappointment, realising he hadn't listened to her at all, but instead went back to the usual habit again, as she looked towards him. "Honey..." she spoke softly as she stepped back over to his bed, hoping she could wake him at least, but her voice didn't garner a response from him, so she closed up and lightly laid a hand on his side, slightly shaking him, "Honey, get up...", but he didn't respond, just groaned in discomfort, as he stirred and shifted slightly. She knew he was a deep sleeper, as she had tried waking him before when he had been like this, in fact he didn't seem to wake if anything disturbed him; one time she had broken a few plates, and the noise was loud, but she found he didn't hear it. "Get up," she said, more sternly, prodding him, even removing the covers to expose him a bit, but still nothing. He didn't even seem to notice the sheets weren't covering him anymore.
She sighed, knowing there wasn't much she could do with him like this, but she thought to at least switch off his computer, she had told him enough times not to leave it on if he wasn't using it, before she sorted out some breakfast, mostly for herself since he wouldn't be having any. She suspected it would be on the log-in screen when she went over to turn the monitor on, but as the screen came to life, she discovered he was still logged in; because he kept certain aspects of his life private to her, he would often log off his computer if he intended to come back on, which meant if he went to sleep when she found it on, she couldn't log in since she had no idea what his password was. But this time, he hadn't done so; she suspected he must have forgotten, though wondered how he could have. The screen displayed his desktop, the background he used was from his favourite game, and as she looked over it, she noted he had a small number of programs still running, all minimized on the taskbar, including the internet browser he used on his computer, the latest version.
'Maybe now, I can see what he gets up to at least...' she thought as she brought up his browser, it had a few tags all on the same site. What she found though, as it came up onto the screen, was a complete shock that stunned her, her mouth gaping and eyes wide. She knew he was likely to be on an adult site considering his age, probably looking at picture of naked girls and women, but she found that the site he was on was on a particular type of woman; MILFs. And her shock grew, as she found he had been looking at quite a number of pictures of various women on there, all in different poses, some slutty, some sexy, some inviting. But the final shock she got was when she realised that one of the women, an orca, was her own friend; Teak. Her son had about five pictures of her opened up in browser tags, all in different poses, on which the one she viewed, the one he had been seeing, had her laying on her bed in her bedroom, one of her hands groped around her breasts lifting them a bit, while the other exposed her vent to the camera, her cunt dripping its juices onto the sheets below, while her tongue hung out in anticipation of someone filling her. Her eyes spotted the section below filled with comments from various users, in which he had been writing a comment under the user, HBFlame22, which read 'Oh baby, I'd love to show you a good time. I would give you the ride...' the way it ended, she guessed he had probably stopped for a reason; likely he had become tired by then.
'Oh...my...god...', as she looked over the other images, she even noticed that one of the programs that was running was a social chat system, and when she brought that up, she noted it was set to a chat group that was titled 'MILFLovers', with various people talking about their favourites they had found on the internet; though there was not much activity at the time, the group was quiet.
She had wanted to find out what he was looking at to keep him up late, but this was not what she had expected to find. She had no idea he was into MILFs, or that he had a thing for one of the neighbouring women. She didn't know what to think of him.
And yet, as she turned to look back at him, she began to note something in the air, something she hadn't picked up until then. As she sniffed, it felt pleasant, calming, and sweet. She wondered where it was coming from, but as she sniffed, she found it became more, enticing, alluring even, and as she sniffed for the source, she was shocked to find it coming from him, her nose leading to his bed. It was her son's scent, and it was certainly getting stronger. She realised that her friends were right; he was becoming more active in a way and her body was picking it up. And yet, his scent, it felt just right, so pleasing...
'No Nova, don't fall for him!!' she thought to herself or rather her mind told her, trying to snap her back to reality. As she did, her eyes caught sight of something, a slight patch on his boxers. Curious, she leant her head down towards it, only to realise, that she could notice an outline of a bulge in them, and realised she could see the shape of his penis, the patch being just over where the tip was; and that made her realise what the patch was, his member was leaking his pre into the underwear. And yet, as she looked, a feeling of lust began washing over her, as she smelt his scent again, much stronger now that she was closer to him, becoming more enticing, that she slowly was drifting a hand towards the bulge...
'Nova, what are you doing?!?!? That's your son!!!'
She snapped back out of her lustful state, and realising how close she had come to touching him around his crotch, quickly pulled her hand and herself back from him. Gulping her feelings of guilt down, and now completely flustered and wanting out, she quickly began stepping out, only to realise he might suspect something was amiss if she left his computer displaying what he had been doing rather than the way she had found. She made certain everything on the screen was hidden, and the monitor was switched off, before finally getting back out, closing the door behind her quietly.
Once outside, she breathed a sigh of relief, having just narrowly avoiding what she had not wanted to do; to have almost crossed beyond the point of no return, to have almost taken him there and then. As she calmed her body down, she felt something wet between her legs, and as she brought a hand to feel below, she only realised what it was as her fingers touched between them. Her panties were soaked with her arousal.
'Oh god, Nova; what's come over you?' she thought, now worried about what her friends had said.
As she realised by now that things had almost gotten out of hand, she noted that this was something new her body had done. She had never gotten wet around him because of how good looking he was before, but she knew that this incident, had done it, the temptation his body gave had almost won. She knew she needed advice on dealing with this. And she needed it soon, as only one person had been through this and been able to do so before...
Lyla was pretty busy in the laundry room, sorting out the clothes of her family, her son's gym stuff needed washing (they were completely muddy), her daughters had been out to nightclubs, and their evening gear was soaked with last night's activities (the smell of smoke was particularly noticeable), and her own clothes need washing, particularly her undies which had tell-tale signs of the wet dream she had the night before, just thinking of it again made her loins begin to burn all over.
As she placed them into the washing machine, she heard the doorbell ring, one of those novel tunes she liked and picked up from the hardware store, a witty little number that lasted only a short moment. As she left the laundry to settle in the machine, she made her way to the door, the bell going again, she didn't know who to expect, as she began opening it.
"Nova; what's wrong, you look out of sorts?" she opened the door fully to let her friend in; her friend was flustered and nervous and taking deep breaths.
"I'm sorry about coming round like this, but I didn't know what else to do," Nova spoke, though her friend assured her that she didn't mind it; her son was at school, her daughters were out, so they had the house to themselves to talk about whatever it was that had gotten her this way, "It's just that, I thought you might explain what I should do."
"Do; do about what?" Lyla asked, perplexed by her words. She was not sure what her friend was talking about, but it sounded like something had happened.
"About that matter we talked about the other day," Nova mentioned, her friend offering her a seat at the dining table, while she went to make some coffee for them in the kitchen.
"You mean that whole business about your son, right?" Lyla inquired, her friend nodding in agreement, as the pot boiled. "Wait, you didn't..."
There was no need to ask as she looked back at her friend. Nova nodded her head, confirming what her friend had suspected, explain how she had almost crossed the line, and Lyla could only gasp quietly at her friend's response, partly shocked, but also relieved it hadn't gone too far. "I knew it was bad, but..." she wondered just how bad it had gotten earlier, and so, when prompted, Nova gave an account of what had occurred that morning, leaving out a couple of details she didn't feel like mentioning.
"It was so awkward, I would have come over, but I thought to try ignoring it by just doing anything else. I thought I could be strong enough," Nova continued, her friend listening as the pot was ready, and she poured out two cups of its brew, not adding anything to it, "But I just couldn't; I mean I showered, I cleaned up last night's meal, I checked my e-mails, I watched some TV, but nothing worked, because I kept thinking about it. When he woke up, I just ... kept my distance from him, not letting him get close. Only when he left home as he has done like before, it took all my strength just to come over here; I was that nervous, that afraid of what had happened." Lyla handed her over a cup, which she thanked her for, as she settled in next to her.
"Did he suspect anything?" Lyla asked, but Nova shook her head. She added that she was quite silent around him after he woke, and didn't say much when he talked to her, only to wish him a good day as he was leaving. If he did, she couldn't say for certain, "Honey, you've got to sort this out, before it's too late."
"How?" Nova responded, the uncertainty was clear to see in her eyes, "I mean, I can't just say to him, "Son, we need to discuss what you're doing, because you're driving my body crazy", or suggest he takes certain stuff to control his body, because he might suspect things, and if he realises what I almost did, he might panic, hate me even."
"Well I didn't say to be blunt," Lyla, remarked, shaking her head, as she took a sip of the coffee, before calming her friend down, "Just be calm and gentle on the matter, and suggest some things as a concerned mother would, like taking some sort of contraceptive, or using some form of pill to control his scent, that sort of thing."
"Maybe," Nova replied, as she thought of the suggestion, her hand holding the cup but not moving it. She wondered if she should mention what she knew, but considered also what the reaction would be if Lyla heard her mentioned it. She chose to let caution out the window, and at least get it out, "But you have no idea what it is my son looks at."
Lyla inquired as to what she meant, and so Nova, taking a deep breath to prepare for her friend's reaction, explained what she had found on his computer, adding how he hadn't even logged off like he usually did. As Lyla listened her expression fell into shock and surprise, she was so taken back by this revelation that she remained stunned, her hand over her mouth, as she tried taking this in.
"Oh...my...god," she finally answered, "I cannot believe that. And he's got a thing for Teak?!?"
"I know," Nova said, slightly ashamed of her son's behaviour, though she thought her heart said something different, "I just didn't expect that from him. It was just as big a shock as you found."
Lyla suddenly wondered about the problem Nova was having around her son, "If he's into those sorts of women, then ... you don't think he has hidden feelings for you, just as you do for him?"
Nova looked over to her friend, a little shocked by the words. Not because it sounded wrong, but because she had never thought of it before, 'Does he? Please say he doesn't.' Her imagination made her think back to the times they'd been close to one another over the past few weeks, and the thought of him feeling the same for her was rather worrying; she couldn't tell if he concealed such feelings from her. She took a gulp of her coffee rather quickly without warning.
The first time she had felt more for her son had been a week into his new behaviour, seeing him work out in the backyard, topless. She could remember how good looking he had been while doing it, seeing his body stretch in the sunlight. She wondered why she would be like this; the possibility being that apart from her son becoming more sexually active, she hadn't had a man in years since her ex (the thought of him once more, made her wince), and her heart must have considered other possibilities, her son being the only closest male around who could satisfy her... 'No, stop it,' she thought as she brought her cup to her lips.
"Nova, calm down," Lyla insisted, she could see her friend was becoming worried at the prospect of it likely being true, "You need to sort this out, as soon as possible; before it leads to trouble."
"I know, I know," Nova said, taking another gulp of the coffee; she didn't care it was just black and bitter, it kept her mind straight for the moment. But despite the advice, she found she needed time on her, "Look, I have to sort out some things, try to work something out." She rose from the table, thanking Lyla for the talk and the coffee, leaving the cup on the table, but the dragoness believed it was not exactly over yet.
As Nova made her way to the front door, Lyla followed behind her, almost wanting to hold her back to talk more, but her friend refused to discuss more, "Look I want to try handling this, by myself. Lyla, please?" she asked her friend, her eyes pleading with her. Lyla, against her better judgement, nodded in agreement, "Thanks. I'm glad I have friends like you," as she opened the door. Before she stepped out, she added, "Oh, but please, don't let the others know, especially Teak. If it has to be known, at least let me talk about it, ok?" Lyla agreed, as she watched her friend make her way back to own home.
As she closed the door, she sighed in concern. Her friend was treading a fine line, and it was not holding well, she could only guess it was a matter of time...
It was late evening by the time her son had returned, she was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner, a glass of red wine nearby which she had drunk a small amount, when she heard him enter the house, her son flopping onto the couch. Nova was slightly smiling at least for now, though she wondered if it was for him returning or for something else.
"Flare, is everything alright?" she asked, hiding her feelings of the earlier incident, as she took a moment to sip her wine, forcing her smile to go away; at least she was going to be more talkative than earlier.
"Yeah, nothing much," Flare responded from the living room, "I only just managed to get in. Little work today, just a convertible and a sedan to fix up."
As she continued making up their meals, her hands preparing up their favourite two steaks, both well-done as they liked it, with fried potatoes and green beans, she thought she could smell something other than the food cooking, something familiar and sweet filling her nostrils. She felt bliss from the aroma, smiling.
"What's cooking, mom?" she hadn't noticed he had stepped into the dining space, but she realised now what it was she was picking up. 'Oh gods, Nova, not this again!' she forced the smile away, becoming flustered and nervous again
"Oh, err, our favourite," she answered, not looking back to him, not eager to let him know something was up, managing to contain her fears as she forced herself to be somewhat cheery, "Steak, just the way we like it," though she suddenly felt awkward by how she mentioned "our" and "we" when discussing it, as if she shouldn't have said it.
"Smells great," he answered, trying to take a look at what she had done so far, but she seemed to shift into his way. 'Guess she doesn't want me near it,' he thought.
"You are clean, aren't you?" she asked, suspecting he'd forgotten, and sure enough, he noted he still had grease on his hands and face.
"Erm, I'll have a quick shower, if that's alright," he replied, his mother nodding as he stepped out and around to the corridor; he had time to do that.
As he left her to continue, she took another sip of wine again, leaving the food alone as she wondered whether she could have the strength to resist her own son, her own flesh and blood. 'Nova, you have got to stop thinking about him. Just ignore it,' her mind was saying, but her heart felt different, 'You really think you can avoid him?' She didn't know whether to be sad about herself, about him, or about how this was making her.
Her son was no different. As he was stripping off in his bedroom, he noted how lucky he was to have her. His mother was something, all that love she gave him, making him his favourite meal, how much she cared about him, her looks, her body...
'NO!!! Don't think about her like that,' he thought, but he could feel his heart say different, 'Oh, she's just like the others you've seen; what's not to like?' He could feel his crotch swelling at the thought of her naked, and not wishing to be caught naked himself with his 'arousal' in view, rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
'What's wrong with me?' he thought. He knew what he was feeling, and he also knew the urge would be controlling him again tonight...
Another morning dawned, and again for Nova, supposedly another good night, though there was a difference as she woke. She'd been dreaming the same thing again, but as she recalled it, the hunk she had dreamt had changed from what she had envisioned from last night's drama, his form changed during her dream into her...
'No, it can't have been. Not him, not Flare...' but as she pushed herself to recollect, the hunk had indeed turned into her son during the dream, and she gulped again as she forced herself to stop thinking about it.
She also realised she had slept in nothing more than a slim t-shirt and white panties as she removed the covers, and not her nightshirt as usual. The radio's alarm was buzzing again, and as soon as she stopped it, it was broadcasting the same station; its morning show already had begun.
'Begun?' she thought. She noticed the time, 6:55am, surprised she had gotten up early; usually she got up later than that. As she stretched whilst getting up, she didn't even bother sorting out her clothes for today or to get her gown, but rather brought herself out into the corridor, and down to the bathroom, noting that the door to her son's room was ajar again.
As she stepped in to check herself over in the mirror, she considered that her son had probably been up again, likely viewing that site again, taking in all the pictures, even stimulating himself, more so with Teak's pictures. The thought of what he might have done, caused her to feel a warmth wash over her, and she quickly shook that thought from her mind; not wishing to feel like it, her mind already nervous of what could happen. Not needing to do much else in the bathroom as usual, she stepped out, but as she entered the corridor again, her eyes glanced to his door. Without warning her feet just stopped.
'Why not check up on him, see if he's awake?' her heart seemed to say, but her mind urged her not to, 'You can't, not again. Just leave him alone.'
She didn't know what to think, but her body just acted of its own free will, moving her until she stood in front of her son's room. She was hesitating to open the door, but her heart pushed her to do so against the advice of her mind, and before she knew it, she soon found herself in his room. It was still untidy as yesterday; she had planned to clean his room, but that incident with her son and what she had found, had caused her not to in the end, rather to avoid it all day in fact. His computer was on, like before, though this time, the monitor was on, and she noticed he hadn't logged out again, stepping over to check it, against her better judgement.
The screen showed what he had been viewing, and just as she thought, it was the same site, her friend Teak being shown prominently, the same image as before, though as she glanced to the comments, she found her son had finally finished his response, taking a note of what he had finished, before noticing that Teak had added her own after it under the user, BlaCarib76 (the same name under the section of 'Posted by'), the comment reading, 'I bet you would. If you're as big as you say you are, I'd love to take you for the ride of your life xxx'.
'Oh god, Teak, if only you knew...' she glanced to her son, disappointed at what he was like.
'Yeah, but then she won't get first dibs,' she could hear her heart speaking to her again. 'No, we mustn't, he's our son,' her mind argued. 'And yet, you can't stop thinking about him,' her heart rebutted, the two clashing inside her, 'Besides, why be disappointed for him, it's natural for him to be like this.' 'Not with your friend, it isn't,' her mind shouted back.
It was then that she picked up his scent. The enticing smell was so comforting, so intoxicating, she found herself forgetting about the argument going on between her heart and mind, taking in the aroma, sweeter than ever before. Before she knew it, she was beside his bed, her hand shifting the sheet to the side, exposing him to her, and like before, he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday morning. Her eyes took in the sight of his body; he was definitely something, handsome, good looking; better looking than her ex. He was perfect, more perfect than any man she had dated, her tongue licked over her lips, she needed to know, she had to know, the fear of what she might do now completely gone, all her worries, her nervousness, disappeared.
'NO!!! What are you doing?' her mind called out, but her heart was louder, 'Hmm, wonder if he's as good looking, down below...' her eyes gazing to his underwear, spotting the bulge in them; there was no wet patch as before. "Honey..." she softly called out, her mind trying to find if he was still able to wake. But there was no response; he was truly deep into his sleep.
She could feel his scent affecting her, her mind struggling to stay in control, as she bit her lip softly. She didn't want to, it didn't feel right as the concern returned, but her hand was slowly gliding down to his thigh, just hovering over it, she couldn't find it in her not to ignore him, to ignore her love for him, and the concern just melted away again. 'A little more, come on, that's it girl...' 'No, don't!!'
She took a deep breath to calm her, before she finally rested it on him, the first time she had touched him in such a way; her hand feeling the warmth of his body. It felt so wrong, and yet it felt so good. She rubbed it slowly over him, feeling his scales in her touch before her hand travelled upwards, she could feel her heart beating faster, knowing how close she was to touching his bulge. Her mind was urging her to stop, but she just wouldn't listen, bending down until her head hovered over his crotch, while her hand began to feel the fabric of his boxers and slowly glided over the spot between his legs, before finally feeling the bulge.
Her hand was finally feeling her son's cock, for the first time. 'Ok, you've touched it, just stop, please...' 'Oh, but it feels so good, so warm, so powerful...'
Her hand slightly rubbed over it, feeling its shape through the material, her other coming down to feel over the bulge as well, going lower to feel his balls, the orbs were easy to find as she brushed over them. She could not believe she was doing this but she also noted something else, 'My god, is he, big?' She had to check, and so using both hands, she felt and held his penis at the base where his sheath was and the head, and watched in awe at the distance between the two, her eyes widening, 'My god, he is. He is big, bigger than...' she had to find out. Her mind was still fighting her heart for control, but she didn't seem to care anymore, her hand rubbing over his cock a couple of times through the boxers.
The sound of him stirring in his sleep caught her attention; she thought for a moment he was waking, something her mind wanted to happen, but he didn't. He just shifted a bit, before his body stilled again. Certain he was not going to stop her, to not wake up, she carefully brought a hand down to the left leg of his boxers where his tool was lying towards, hooking her fingers around the edge, 'Last chance, just back away, now!!!' her mind commanded, but she didn't listen. She wouldn't; she had to know.
As she pulled the leg of his boxer up she watched in amazement as his cock finally came into view, it had grown a little from the sheath since she had rubbed it, but as she saw it in its glory, she couldn't believe what he had, the tip tapered and pointed, a smooth lines of ridges on the underside, the whole shape just like his father (she was surprised that she didn't wince at thinking of him), but the size of it was something else altogether. It was still flaccid, but he must have been a good two inches longer and half an inch thicker than his father. She pulled back the boxers as far as she felt it was safe, thankful they were quite baggy and not slipping back against his shaft, gazing down at his sack and the sheath that hung above them, before leaning in, sniffing his crotch. The smell of him was so wonderful to her nose.
'Wow, he's so big,' she thought, as she brought her other hand towards the tip, stroking her fingertips along the shaft, the ridges were so wonderful to touch, 'I can't...'
She was surprised to hear him moan a bit, thinking he had woken, but he remained asleep as she glanced at him, the only thing having changed was the formation of a smile on his face; it seemed he enjoyed it. She grinned in lust at how he liked it, slowly turning back to focus on his cock, her fingers continuing to stroke slowly along the shaft, hearing him purr to her attention. She found the feel of it against her fingers even better in the flesh, enjoying the ridges in particular.
'No, Nova, you can't...you can't... you... you...,' her mind was fighting back, but it was useless. It realised just how good he looked, and so finally it admitted defeat, 'Oh hell, he's just ... so ... perfect. We have got to taste him!!' 'Glad we're in agreement now,' her heart spoke.
She was eager to continue but a thought crossed her mind, something she liked the idea of as a devious smile crossed her face, and so, upon letting go of his equipment, she quickly shuffled out of his room, only to return a short while later with a digital camera. 'Heck, I may as well get some shots of this for the girls, since there's no going back now. Not that I want to...' She quickly held the camera in one hand, as she picked up his shaft, feeling it stiffen as she held it up, taking care to ensure it was in shot before she snapped it, 'Now at least they can see what he's like,' she thought, giggling as she imagined how Teak would respond at knowing that not only did her son fancy her, but at how big he was.
With no desire to hold back any longer from tasting him, she felt it best to move him slightly for some better room. Letting go of his dick for the moment and placing the camera to one side, she shifted his legs so she could get in between them, taking care not to do anything that could cause him to injure himself or her, before bringing herself to the foot of his bed. Retrieving the camera, she climbed onto the mattress, the frame creaking ever so slightly under their combined weight, as she finally positioned herself before him, with better access to her son's beautiful cock, the shaft beginning to harden against his crotch.
"Oh, yeah," she whispered quietly as she saw it throb to life. It seemed to know what was to come, "That's my boy," she didn't care that she spoke seductively to him; he was too good looking to let go now, as she settled the camera beside her.
As she licked her lips at the thought of tasting him, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, feeling it throb within her grasp; the only time she had seen his equipment before was when he was just a whelp having just been born, although back then it was still developing. She couldn't believe how he had turned out, and taking one last moment to smell his scent, she finally brought her tongue to the head.
The taste of his flesh was incredible, so wonderful, that she found herself licking over the crown like a lolly, coating the head in her saliva. Her affections just on the tip caused him to purr and moan in his sleep. Not satisfied to stay there, she began making long, slow licks along the shaft, her tongue running over the ridges and down towards the base, right up to her hand, before going back up, enjoying the sensation of his cock on her tongue. As she continued licking, her other hand went towards his balls, feeling then in her fingers; they were big too, bigger than his father's. She took the moment to keep her tongue still as she brought the camera up and around to the angle she wanted, and snapped herself a couple of times, lapping his penis, 'They're never going to believe this.'
As she pulled back her tongue, she noted how his dick glistened with her saliva. It was wonderful, to feel it, to touch it, to taste it, that her lips came forward, first kissing the tip, then along the shaft, and down to his sack, "That's my boy, that's my boy," she whispered. As she kissed back to the tip, her lips caught the taste of something sweet and salty, and she noticed on the tip, a bead of his pre had formed, her tongue quickly lapped it up; the taste was as divine as his flesh, it gave her such bliss as she moaned at savouring his cream.
Sensing his body was enjoying it and wanted more, she no longer wanted his sleeping form to wait, bringing her mouth just to hover over the head. She kissed the tip once more, before finally opening her lips and bringing in the head, her tongue lapping around it, as she held it there, suckling and lapping it. Her son just groaned his smile growing bigger, as she kept at it, before she finally used the camera again to snap it held in her mouth, 'You suckled from momma, now I'm suckle from you, my son.'
As she set the camera down again, she began to slowly take him in, feeling his shaft pass her lips. Taking about half of him in, she slowly began bobbing up and down, her tongue lapping around him as she felt more of his pre dribble out, the bed moving ever so slightly to the motion. She could only imagine what her son must be dreaming; though probably unaware of what his mother was doing to him, unlikely too if he didn't wake. Tempted to bring in more, she went lower with each bob, bringing his sheath and balls closer until she finally had all of him in her mouth, his length fully encased with her soft, warm, wet mouth. She held it in her for a moment before pulling off, gasping as she watched the tip trickle more pre, her tongue lapping around the shaft to collect it all up.
"Let mommy lick it all up. We don't want the bed to get dirty," she whispered to him, smiling in delight, enjoying how naughty it felt to say that, before taking it in once more, hearing him moan ever louder as she bobbed again. She hoped he would stay asleep, prayed for it. His cock was divine and she purred as she continued drawing it in and out of her.
Once more, she pulled off, lapping the tip, before letting it out of her grasp, watching it flop back onto his groin. She lifted herself up a bit, taking a moment to gaze at his sleeping form. He was so wonderful like this. She could feel how good her next step would be for him, as she slowly brought her hands the underside of her t-shirt.
"So, my little boy likes MILFs then, hmm?" she whispered to him, giggling at her words, before she removed her shirt, pulling it over her head and allowing her bust to be free of their confine, the orbs jiggling a bit before she settled the top behind her. She brought her hands up to them, her fingers rubbing over her nipples. While her friend Teak had H sized breasts, hers were a cup size less, but like her friends who had similar sizes, they all had no sag to them, they were perfect (and probably one of the reasons men couldn't resist gazing at them), hers just as well, as she hugged her arms beneath them, showing them off to her sleeping son as if he was awake, "Well, you're about to find out just what they can be like," before bringing them down to his cock, slowly wrapping them around his shaft.
It seemed to have an effect, he groaned and his body shifted, as she squeezed them around his prick, moving them up and down, and watching in delight as his tip poked out every time. She continued this for a few moments before lapping the tip each time it appeared, tasting more of his pre as it slickened her breasts, the feel of his member against them was extraordinarily good. Her mind quickly thought of taking another shot, so with the camera positioned above her, she snapped herself kissing the tip between her breasts, 'Teak, you have no idea what your missing,' taking a couple more, before setting the camera back down, resuming her work. His cock throbbed more as it pierced the space between her breasts, she just loved it, never thinking that she was doing something taboo.
She eventually let it out after a few more strokes, rubbing the nipples along the shaft and head to collect up more pre, before bringing them up to her mouth, her tongue licking over them as she moaned at the taste and the sensation of cleaning them. As she finished sampling him again, she noticed his hips were shifting, a clear sign he was getting close.
"Oh, honey, we can't leave you like this, now, can we," she spoke quietly, grasping his cock again as she gave it one more lick from head to base. She could tell he needed the release badly, if only subconsciously, "Oh, my dear. That's it. Cum for me, cum for your mother," before she placed him back in her mouth.
Flare purred again, never waking, as she deep throated him, her lips lightly smacking against his sheath and balls, as she greedily took in every bit of his shaft, her tongue dragging back and forth over the head as it continued letting go of more of his youthful cum, the stuff tasted sweet and powerful, and she happily swallowed it down her throat, knowing the real treat was only just beginning to get ready; all from his first time with a woman, if only he knew who.
His purrs turned to groans as his body shifted under her lips, his hips beginning to buck into her mouth, eager to thrust in and enjoy the feel of her tongue and lips. She didn't care; he was wonderful, his cock was more divine than she had ever enjoyed before. Even better than her ex, she wondered how he would feel knowing that she loved her son like this, loved him for the meaty treat she was slobbering in her mouth. As she gave his balls a quick fondle she could feel then tensing, a sign he was about ready to blow.
Giving him one more suck, she slid off it, letting it come out with a quiet pop as she kissed the tip, grasping his member in her hand again, and rubbing it up and down vigorously, eager to bring him to the edge, "Give it to me, oh yeah, give it to me. Give your mother your wonderful cum, my big boy," not caring that she spoke louder now. His hips thrust upwards, his body eager to please her, to satisfy her request as she stroked his cock, her son moaning loudly, as his pre flowed over her fingers.
With one final stroke, she placed him back in, sucking the tip and bobbing along his shaft twice more, her coated hand brushing his pre over her tits as they shook. His body could hold out no longer, and he thrust into her mouth, holding there, groaning in his sleep as he finally released, his cum bursting forth from the tip and coating the inside of her mouth, Nova moaning in delight as she felt it, swallowing down eight loads of it. The amount he produced was incredible for his first, proper orgasm; he was definitely better than her ex. As she took another load, his cock began to throb less, his climax subsiding as his body began to rest. As she tasted his hot, sweet load on her tongue, she had an idea of what she wanted to do before she swallowed it. Raising the camera above her again in her clean hand, she held his head in her mouth as she let a little bit of his load spill out over her lips and down his dick, snapping the shot with her gazing at the lens, a lustful look in her eyes and face, 'Oh, Flare, I'm so proud of you.' Satisfied with how it would come out, she finally swallowed the rest of his cum, his loads so filling.
As she allowed the head to fall out, his dick flopping onto his groin, she settled the camera beside her, wondering what her friends would think of the shots; if they didn't believe her words (not that that would be much of a problem), they would be certain proof of what she had done. She was compelled to take things further, but a part of her wonder how far his deep sleep would go, whether he would wake up from further action, so for the moment she held back on the idea, though she grinned in hope of trying him out further. She took a moment to look at him, to see his face. Flare certainly was satisfied, his mouth was open, and his tongue hung out; she figured he must have been in total bliss, smiling in delight. As she glanced at his groin, she noted how messy his cock was, holding it up in her hands, her fingers feeling his cum upon them again.
"Let mommy clean you up, dear," she quietly whispered, knowing she couldn't leave him like this. Her lips quivered as she lowered herself to it again, and began licking over his shaft, picking up every bit of his cum, her son moaning as she enjoyed the mixture of tastes of his flesh and cream, her face own covered in pleasant, blissful satisfaction. Once the shaft was clean, she gave his sack a quick few licks before pulling back up and suckling the head for a moment before finally letting it go, noting how it all now glistened with her saliva. Carefully, she placed his boxer leg back down and over his crotch, covering him up once more, while her hand gave his softening cock a playful stroke through the material before she slowly clambered off his bed. It throbbed slightly beneath the underwear, almost as if begging for more, wanting her to come back, but she couldn't for now.
As she stood before the foot of her bed, she felt between her legs, her panties soaked with her arousal, sighing as she rubbed over her lips, 'Maybe another time, my dears,' before slowly cleaning her fingers and collecting the camera. As she did, she noticed a damp spot where she had laid on his bed, obviously she had leaked a bit though she didn't care; as long as he didn't know better it was alright; while her eyes noticed his boxers now had a damp spot where his head lay underneath, he was obviously still leaking pre.
'Maybe he'll think he had a great dream,' she thought smiling, as she retrieved her t-shirt, before slowly walking out, closing the door quietly behind her, before making her way back to her bedroom, licking her lips clean of his sweet tasting pre. The radio was still on as she closed her own door, leaning back against it for a moment.
She sighed, having realised how much she had never accepted her true feelings for him, but grateful she did now; he was certainly going to be something when the time came. Eager to please her own body, she tossed her top and camera onto her bed, then brought her hands up to her chest, groping her tits as she rubbed her fingers over them; her nipples were so wonderfully sensitive from the arousal she felt as she moaned. Her boy had been an unbelievable surprise; no not a boy, a man, he had grown into a handsome, hunky, sexy man, the most ideal man she had ever found, even if he was her son. Her thought of what he would be like with her, caused her to slowly lower one hand to her panties, slipping the fabric to one side so her fingers could rub along her lips thinking of what he'd be like inside her, wondering when she should make her move on that. She considered what her friends would think when she showed the pictures, let alone talk about it; it was gonna be a surprise when they saw them; there was no way she was going to be able to hide this from them.
She knew, though, that she could control her urges now since she had done this, but there was no way she was going to avoid him with what he had, for her love for him had grown ever more, beyond that of just being his mother.
She loved him as any lover would to the love of their life, and boy, was he in for a surprise if he ever found out about it. He was certainly going to be treated to more in the future, which was a certainty she liked the looks of, as she slowly dipped her fingers into her needy slit. Her dreams were certainly going to be good...
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