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Mother's Day

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

"Good evening Mrs. Swift," chirred the heavyset badger doorman stationed before the luxury condominium he defended. The ornamental braids on his shoulder epaulets dangling before him as he opened up the door of the taxi she'd arrived in. "I hope the day went well for you."

"As well as any can when you're seven months pregnant Henry," the brown-furred otter replied as she awkwardly stepped out of the car, gratefully accepting his hand as he helped her to stand.

"Just remember it's only temporary," he reassured her once he retrieved her bags and paid the driver his fair.

"I doubt it ever feels like Henry when you're on this side," she chuckled in a soft sweet titter, swollen belly prominently displayed in the maternity clothes that she wore. Elegant as best they could be she still felt like an ungainly child as that growing life had so changed her sleek swimmer's form.

"Of course Mrs. Swift," he replied, too professional to continue reminding her of the changes even though he'd not felt it had diminished her beauty but not proper for him to say. Calling up one of the porters always on call to help the residents with any baggage he handed over her bags to the younger ferret and returned to his duties.

She was tall for an otter, a good five-foot-ten at least and carried herself with an elegance that seemed inherent to her genes rather than added on like so many did. Her thick rudder of a tail shifted about behind her with a studied grace as it unconsciously shifted to help balance and steady her as she headed to the elevators. Black eyes took in her surroundings only tangentially as she'd seen them many times before in the five years that she and her husband had been living there.

It was a nice enough building in a good neighborhood but it had its trying times, too many of the residents were of old money and didn't approve of mixed couples 'polluting' either species. A few cold stares from the ones she road up with moving her hand to cover her belly protectively, her smile shifting to a challenging glare and show of teeth that sent them hurrying out once they reached their levels. They'd never do anything besides snub her and her husband but she wasn't going to just smile and ignore it like he did.

"Johnathan I'm home," she called once she was safely inside, the day's shopping stacked near the doorway as she padded into the tastefully decorated living room and lowered herself into the nearest chair with a flump.

"Hey great your back, I was afraid you were going to make a day of it Catherine," came his happy well-modulated voice just seconds ahead of him as he came striding in.

She always loved to check out her husband whenever he was near, five years of marriage having done nothing to diminish her love for him. His ready smile and caring green eyes had captivated her ever since she'd met the human in college. Two years ahead of her and a child of new money he'd been devoting himself to the grueling field of aerospace engineering to test the limits of his abilities while she'd been on an athletic scholarship and unsure what she wanted to make of herself.

"What's the occasion love?" she asked, wide eyes blinking in surprise as he greeted her dressed to the nines in suit and tie and looking ready for the President's ball than staying home with his wife.

"Why it's Mother's day of course; didn't think I'd let the day go by uncelebrated did you?" he asked with a wink and a smile, clothes rustling as he padded over to her and knelt down to help her out of her shoes.

"I'm not a mother yet Johnathan," she reminded him, then gave a little grown of delight as he started to massage her bare feet with deft fingers. Oh God but he knew just where to rub to leave her weak in the knees!

"Close enough," he quipped, fingertips digging carefully into the soles of her feet, gently kneading as he worked her shopping fatigue away. Years of exposure having left him well used to the otter muskiness involved and having learned to enjoy the scent of his wife. "I've laid out something special for you in the bedroom and we've reservations at Dante's for dinner then a nice little spot to watch the fireworks display over the lake."

"Well, if you've already made plans shouldn't let them go to waste," she replied, wiggling her toes in his grasp and thumping the chair with her tail. Drawing her left foot up she scritched up beneath his chin, thick glossy fur rubbing in along his neck as she stroked him affectionately with it.

"That's my girl," he beamed, rubbing back against her foot before leaning forward to plant a kiss on her pregnant belly and rest his head there for a bit. Gazingly lovingly down at him she ruffled his brown hair up affectionately then patted it back down.

"Help me up love," she finally said, holding her hand up to him. Wobbling a bit on her feet while he helped steady her she towered over her husband by a good four inches in height. Not that it had ever matted to her as he always seemed ten feet tall in her eyes.

With a playful swat of his hand on her backside to see her off she slipped off to the bedroom as quickly as she could given her condition, curious as to what he had for her to wear. She was quite surprised to find a daring black evening gown with artfully patterned sequins spread across. A backless number that left her a bit flushed given how it was designed to come up beneath her tail then split to run up her sides, flowing around to the front where the dip for her cleavage was a bit more modest before attaching to a platinum collar of interlocking links tight enough to not catch in her fur.

He couldn't possibly expect her to wear this! She thought; they simply didn't make such outfits with the pregnant female in mind. As she looked it over though it did seem to have room in the front to accommodate her expanding belly. Shaking her head in wonder she stripped away the maternity wear and struggled into the gown, the silk gliding easily over her tight thick fur as she stepped into it with the occasional waggle of her shapely frame. By the time she was done she was stunned by how perfect the fit was and had no idea how Johnathan had managed to get her measurements to pull that off.

She also looked drop dead gorgeous she thought as she modeled before her mirror, hands sliding over every inch she could reach as she brushed out every wrinkle. The gown pulled right up against the underside of her belly with slits in the sides coming up to mid thigh, clinging to her and lifting her bosom slightly while the milk-swollen mounds rested snuggly within. It was a masterpiece that must have cost her husband a bundle. To have something to elegant made for an occasion where it would have such little use gave her a warm glow inside that he rated her so worth the cost to make her feel happy and attractive.

"Looking fabulous love!" Johnathan called from the doorway after filling her ears with an appreciative whistle that left her feeling like a giggling sixteen year old again.

"How did you manage this?" she asked, settling onto her bed and trying to slip into the matching pumps. Still limber enough in spite of her pregnancy she lifted her feet up and pulled each shoe into place, tail draped across the bed.

"I'm an aerospace engineer dear you think I can't get something built to tolerance?" he asked, doing his best to look innocent.

"You know what I mean," she tossed back, standing once again with a whisper of silk across her fur and the flash of light flowing down her sequined form.

"The way I always do, with careful planning," he explained, closing the distance between them to rest his right hand gently on her belly. Reaching up with the left he drew her head down to his to kiss her soundly, whiskers brushing against his cheeks as their lips met and they shared a deep passionate kiss. Minutes passed as they lost themselves in that passion and her hands stroked over his back and sides.

"Mmmmm, just as good as the first," he declared when they broke the kiss, invoking a feeling of pure contentment within her breast. "Shall we go? I called the limo to pull around front while you were getting dressed."

"You rented a limo too? Are you sure we can afford all of this?" she asked even though she knew he was too careful a planner to make such a mistake. The question one that everyone seemed compelled to ask when a loved one lavishes them with attention and expensive gifts.

"I've been putting some money back and preparing for your first Mother's day since we married dear," he explained matter-of-factly. Moving to her side he offered her his arm for her to slide hers into his. "I had several plans depending on whether or not you were still pregnant or already had the baby when Mother's day came around."

"You've been planning all those years just for today?" she asked, astonished.

"Only one chance to get the first time right," he noted, leading her over to where he'd placed the matching purse for the ensemble not far from her normal purse so she could transfer what she felt she needed. "Mom never did let Dad live down anything like that he messed up on."

"That also led to them getting divorced," she pointed out. "If I ever act like that warn me because I never want us ending up like them."

"Don't worry dear our marriage is something I'll never run through a stress tester," he declared firmly on their way out the door.

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The trip to the restaurant was a quiet one, the couple snuggling together and enjoying the plush interior that the limo provided. Pregnancy had merely shifted more of the burden on Johnathan as he nestled against her planting soft kisses on her bare shoulder, neck and cheek. His right hand would stroke over her belly caressing it as lovingly as he'd done from the first time they'd gotten intimate back in college, feeling a sense of pride that they'd proven compatible enough for him to give her a child. He knew how important a family was to her, and wanted to be the one to give them to her rather than many mixed couples had to with adoptions or artificial insemination by some unknown donor from a sperm bank.

Dante's proved to be an upscale restaurant that walked a fine line between providing discrete elegance and extravagant luxury to its patrons. Subdued lightning and alcoves for couples to reside in for that feeling that their world was all that existed were set up around the restaurant to go along with the larger table settings for larger groupings to make use of.

"Ah Mr. and Mrs. Swift a pleasure to see you as always. If you'll follow me your table is this way," offered the concierge, the raccoon dressed to blend in with the décor.

Catherine found the reactions of the others in the crowded restaurant to her both embarrassing and ego-stroking as she received many admiring glances in spite of her pregnant state. The cut of her gown certainly did an excellent job highlighting her beauty, accentuating her swimmer's physique and giving daring flashes of shapely leg as she walked. She did feel the burn of a blush beneath her fur though as she'd have favored a gown that wasn't backless in her current state, with the need to have it drawn up so snuggly beneath her tailbase to provide modesty and even then tended to keep her tail down a bit more than she was used to.

"Here we go," their guide told them once they reached one of the few empty alcoves still remaining in the restaurant. The lighting carefully arranged to leave those seated within it as if nothing exited outside the soft circle of light that lit their table, scented candles permeating the air with a subdued aroma meant to tantalize not overload the senses. "The appetizers will be with you momentary, Sir, Madam."

"Is there anything you didn't think of?" Catherine asked as she slipped with his help into the chair best suited for one in her condition, pregnant belly nudging against the edge of the table while her husband settled in across from her.

"I guess we'll see shant we?" he suggested with a wink, confident in his ability to provide his wife with a suitably romantic evening on their first Mother's Day together.

Time slipped away slowly as they ate, the meal made up of many small courses to ensure plenty of pallet-pleasing opportunities instead of simply loading up on any particular item. A companionable silence enveloped them as they spoke with their eyes, expressions, and body language instead; comfortable in their ability to be together without having to fill it with talking all the time.

Sipping at her drink (non-alcoholic of course, as a concerned mother-to-be) she gave Johnathan a lazy smile, her right foot slipping from her pump to rub up along the inside of his leg. Chuckling softly Johnathan responded by reaching for her left hand and holding it in his, gazing lovingly across the flickering candles into her eyes while her teasing foot slid up to rub against his crotch. Webbed toes moved up and down along the material of his pants as the evening's romantic meal had lit her fires.

"Careful love I don't think we can get away with that in here no matter what preferred customers we are," Johnathan suggested as his pants grew uncomfortably tight with her well-practiced foot-rubbing to his loins. He didn't try to actually stop her though; after all it was her day. Instead he stroked along the top of her foot and in along her ankle like he knew she enjoyed.

Catherine grinned wickedly and rubbed a little faster, her hand in his giving it a squeeze. The quiet dinner in such a romantic setting stirring her up as such always did; with her pregnancy only leaving her more randy than she'd been before. She just regretted that they weren't having it at home so she could jump him without giving a free show to everyone.

"Would there be anything else or are you done for the evening?" a cultured voice asked, surprising them with the ease with which the raccoon had slipped up on them. Johnathan had to manfully bite back a gasp as his wife jumped enough in her seat to accidentally press her foot into his lap more forcefully than she'd intended.

"Uh yes I think that'll be it for tonight Robert," he replied, while the embarrassed otter dropped her foot from his lap and hurriedly stepped back into her shoe.

"Very good sir I'll bring you the bill," the raccoon informed them before backing away as he left, too well trained to make comment about the minor sexual antics that he frequently saw from the couples he waited on. The thrill of being immodest in public while not really public seemed to excite many of their customers who made use of the alcoves for their private dining.

Adjusting himself to be less obvious Johnathan straightened up his attire the best he could, the scent of his wife's musk evident from where her foot had been rubbing at him and something he could do nothing about. Helping her to her feet, purse in hand, he paused to kiss her once again, leaning in off to the side to avoid pressing to hard against her swollen belly. The lingering taste of cream, berries, and butterscotch remained on her lips from the desserts she'd polished off and left him licking a few crumbs away her own tongue had missed.

In no mood to linger Catherine's pace was enough her husband had to slow her back down as they went to pay their bill, eager to leave the constraints placed upon her by the public location. Her tail moved about with an excitement anyone of age could recognize and proved a threat to anyone nearby, only her fear of being delayed due to an accident kept her in just enough control to not strike anything or anyone with it. Once the door shut on the limo though it was another matter entirely.

Delicate webbed fingers clutched at Johnathan's shoulders as the otter pulled her husband's head to hers, kissing him with a passion to rival an in-heat vixen or mink. Her tail thumped against the seat and divider between the passenger section and driver, musk dampening her panties in her growing arousal.

Catherine's hands weren't the only ones that were busy, as Johnathan slipped his right hand inside the thigh-high slit in her dress to press his hand up against her pantied mound. He could feel her moisture dampening his palm as he held it snuggly there, thumb rubbing at her clit through the silk.

Whining into the kiss she tried to lift her hips up to rub herself against his hand, but her pregnant weight made it too awkward for her to do more in the tight confines of the limo. Oh why hadn't he gotten one with a larger interior? She thought peevishly, the part of her wanting to mate him right there in the limo complaining that she could only satisfy herself at his pace rather than her own.

Oh God but he knows what he's doing! She had to admit though, fingertips dancing along the contours of her pantied folds to swirl around where her clit had started to emerge leaving the bump evident to his bold fingers.

"That's it dear cum for me," he murmured into her ear, tugging her panties out of the way to slip two fingers into those swollen petals and roll her clit around with his thumb. "Don't hold back, this is just the appetizer before the main course," he added just before his fingers pressed into her just so.

Squealing into his neck Catherine climaxed with a gush of sticky otter juices all over his fingers and her gown, claws sinking into the multiple layers of material cladding her husband's shoulders. Her inner walls tried to grip at his fingers while he kept rubbing her clit until he felt her coming down from her orgasm and let his fingers settle down, showering kisses on her bare shoulder, the air thick with her sexual musk.

"I better get more than your fingers soon or you're in serious trouble mister," she mock threatened once she'd recovered enough to speak. Delicious as it was the orgasm had only taken the worst of the edge off her lust but hadn't satisfied it by far.

"Soon as we get to the beach love," he reassured her, slowly easing his fingers out of her to lick some of her juices off of his fingers. Nothing tasted better than your wife's sweet honey he thought.

"The beach? The one where we first made love?" she asked, the memory of that day rising up unbidden and filling her with a warm glow unrelated to her lust. The first time that they committed to each other, while the full moon lit the sparkling white sands around them.

"None other, and this time no one's going to come along beach combing the next morning," he said, chuckling softly. While he hadn't minded being seen with the gorgeous otter she'd not cared for the lewd responses from the two guys who came along.

Catherine could barely contain herself at the thought; they hadn't been back there in several years and she'd loved that stretch of beach when they'd been dating. Embarrassment hit her though when she realized that when they got there the driver couldn't escape smelling what they'd already been up to and thought about opening the windows for a bit to air things out. She stopped though when the idea of everyone driving by would end up knowing instead and the driver would still know about it when they got there.

Another fifteen minutes passed as she tried to restrain herself, not an easy thing for the otter given the state she was in. Only the quick release earlier left her enough self-control to hold herself to just more heavy petting with her husband.

Thankfully the driver was discrete enough to not acknowledge what his senses easily told him (and had seen far worse in his years driving for others) once they arrived. It wasn't his job to concern himself with that given what they'd paid for. Instead he merely held the door for the couple as they exited, thinking privately to himself that he'd never seen a pregnant female so elegantly dressed or look so attractive. Her husband was quite the lucky man.

"Careful dear, don't want to slip," Johnathan warned his wife as he hovered around her protectively, the path down to the beach safe enough but better safe than sorry especially with her still in her dress pumps.

The setting sun was already painting the skyline a fading red by the time they'd arrived at the beach, only the light from several flickering lanterns marking where several beach chairs rested, small tables next to each with chilled fruit juices resting in slowly melting ice.

"It's wonderful," Catherine breathed, eyes drinking in what details they could in the fading light. Wiggling out of her pumps she stepped into the sand to feel it against the soles of her feet, almost powder soft as it worked between her toes to be stopped by the webbing between them.

"Just in time for the display too," Johnathan pointed out as the first simple fireworks began lancing up into the sky. The screams as they lived out their brief existences before exploding overhead carried over the lake to everyone along its shores.

"Forget the display I've something more important in mind," she churred, hands catching at his jacket as she pushed it off of his shoulders and down along his arms. As the lights of the fireworks reflected off the gentle waves and the sounds of explosions echoed in their ears she peeled away each layer of her husband's fashionable attire. Each piece coming to land on one of the chairs as she tossed it aside, the otter's slender fingers tracing over Johnathan's body as more of it was revealed.

"Work those hands baby," he whispered, voice rough with emotion. The passion of natural lust for his wife mixed with the deep love he felt for her. His own hands slid over her pregnant belly, causing the occasional sequin to drop down into the white sand as it snapped off. He could no more get enough of touching her as he could of breathing; indeed he pressed his face into her sequined bosom just to enjoy what of her scent had permeated her gown for him to lose himself in. Human females were nice and all but just couldn't compete with that natural fragrance that someone like his wife gave off.

"Work more than that honey," she churred back to him, hands barely able to work at his belt due to the interference of her swollen belly. Still she gainfully did her best to get his belt out of the way and with it his pants.

"Why don't you take care of this while I take care of that for you," he suggested in reference to her dress, giving a tug at the sides before lifting her hands away from his waist. Needing no further encouragement she reached for the clasp on the collar and quickly popped the release, the tautness of it due to her belly and bosom causing it to drop forward hitting her husband in the chest with the platinum links.

Even in the light from the exploding fireworks and muted lanterns they were a gorgeous pair, the originally modest bumps her breasts once presented swollen to several sizes larger as her body prepared for the birth of their child. Small but prominent nipples peeked out of the fur as they ripened, and as gravity pulled her gown the rest of the way down revealed the even riper expanse of her pregnant belly, nothing but her panties and the gown pooled around her ankles providing her with any coverage.

"Just too gorgeous," he declared with a wistful sigh, grateful beyond words that he had such a one in his life. He leaned in to trail kisses over her breasts, nipples, and belly before her grinding herself against him brought him back to her need. It took little enough time for him to add his remaining clothes to those already on the chairs before he stood naked before her.

Oh but she loved her handsome husband, Catherine thought, admiring his slender but toned body and the beautiful erection she only got a glimpse of before he pressed back against her, leaving her shivering as she felt it nudging against her belly. He couldn't do more with her belly in the way but she still felt her wetness freshening as their naked bodies touched, claws fairly ripping away her panties so nothing would come between them but her fur.

Taking his hand in hers she stepped out of her dress leaving it there on the sands and walked with him down to the water's edge. With the water lapping at the sands just a few feet away they settled down onto that pristine whiteness. Hungry kisses flowed between them as they took turns kissing each other, her hands playing across his back adding to the faint scars of past lovemaking one could see in better light. His hands worked through her thick oily fur to play over her muscular buttocks and thick tail, white sand sticking to the two of them wherever their bodies met it.

"Oh God stop teasing and give it to me!" she cried out, unmindful to how wounds carried across water and who else might hear. Only the need to join with her husband was important to her as a spiraling shower of sparks sprinkled downward in the night sky.

"Anything for you love," he promptly replied, giving her a parting kiss as she lay there on her side. Unable to take her as he had their first time on the beach he slipped behind her and lifted her tail out of the way, shaft sliding up between her rumpcheeks from behind as it arrowed in on her dripping sex.

Catherine moaned and pressed back against her husband as he settled in behind her, feeling him nudging between her engorged folds to ease into her wetness, claws digging furrows into the sand as she clutched at it as her eager need began to be filled. While he couldn't fill her as well from behind as he could other ways it was enough to suit her with the added heat from her pregnancy leaving her even more sensitive and aroused than was her usual fare.

Slow thrusts to start soon grew in pace, the heat of the moment and the visual stimulation as the carefully choreographed fireworks display continued to explode overhead. His left hand pushed through the sand to wrap up around her so he could clutch and fondle her breast lovingly, the right moving to caress her belly and down to her clit while his erection slid in and out smoothly between her clasping petals, seeking to pollinate once again that most beautiful of flowers.

It wasn't long before the otter was climaxing with a squeal of ecstasy that carried far off into the night, walls gripping at her husband's length as it drove into her, increasing the friction that had already been sharing her pleasure with him until she felt him climaxing soon after her. The hot wash of his seed splashing into her soothing her heat so she could settle into a contented afterglow with him holding close to her.

With her fires banked for now she lay there snuggled contentedly with Johnathan, feeling him occasionally pulsing inside of her as they quietly watched the rest of the display. A climactic explosion of streamers, spirals, and more capped off with a blaring of music nearly everyone watching could hear to compliment the lights and sounds from overhead. Only when it was all over and done did Johnathan finally say:

"Happy Mother's Day love."