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"I call shotgun!"

Bogged down by a heavy backpack and a slow start, James Haloran had no chance to catch up to his friend when he booked it for minivan that both of them knew meant freedom for the day from their dreadful high school.

"Hey! No fair!" James chided, trying his hardest to catch up, his paws digging into the grass on the front of the school yard, but to no avail. His friend, a smaller, lighter rat by the name of Marcus Potts wasn't much of an athletic specimen, but he was quick, and he had the jump on James from the get-go. His paws landed on the front door of the minivan and he looked back, yelling "Dibs!" at the less fortunate mink.

James caught up only a couple seconds later, trying not to look as winded as he was. "That was...ah...ha...no fair! You've got so much less stuff than me!"

"Not my fault that you decided to take such a huge class load for your senior year, dude. You should have taken it nice and easy like I did!"

"You are the nerdiest guy I know, and yet, the least dedicated to his studies...that'll come back to bite you in college, dude, trust me," James warned, as the locks popped on the doors, and the two high school seniors hopped in the van.

"Still racing to see who gets the front seat, huh? What are you guys, nine or something?"

**

I hated to admit it to myself, but this was the best part of my day.

I was a little upset by not getting to sit next to her; Marcus was riding shotgun like I should have been, but it was okay. He'd be out of the van soon enough, and then, I'd have her all to myself once again...

"I'm 18, Mrs. Haloran," he told her, as if she somehow would have forgotten it in the past day. I knew my mom was just teasing, of course, but Marcus was such a dork with the girls in our class, I wasn't at all surprised at his boneheaded response.

"18 years old and you still act like a child," my mom replied, as she put the van in drive and pulled away from the curb of the high school. We were finally on our way home, finally racing back to the place where she and I could share what we had to keep behind closed doors...it was a painful sacrifice, having to hide what we did from the entire world, but it was one that I was more than happy to make, if it meant that I got to share my everything with her.

That's right. I make love to my mom almost every single day after school, and Marcus is none the wiser to it. He's just in the van to get a ride home.

"I'm not gonna be actin' like a child this Friday at the Winter Formal! Maggie and I are gonna be gettin' busy, if you know what I mean..."

I rolled my eyes. Ever since he and Maggie started dating all of a week ago, Marcus wouldn't stop bragging about how he had a date for the dance, and I didn't, and that he was going to make it to second base. He always neglected to mention to our friends that it would be the first time that he ever did.

I probably shouldn't have cared as much as I did, seeing as how I was hitting home runs with the lovely lady driving us home four or five times a week. "Little Marcus finally got himself a girlfriend, hm? I was starting to think we'd never see the day!" she teased him, and I grinned. I had a bad habit of taking things too far with my insults, but my mom was great at threading that line and putting Marcus in his place for me.

"So it took a while," Marcus quickly shot back, immediately getting defensive as we turned the corner and neared his house. He lived so close by the school that I often wondered why he didn't just walk, and kinda got jealous that he was cutting into my alone time with my mother. "Some people get started later than others, and now, I'm about to step into my prime!"

Perhaps his confident, borderline smug demeanor was enough to capture my mom's attention, because she pulled the van over. "Uhm...Mom, what are we doing?" I asked, still looking as bored as possible in the back of the van as to not arouse any suspicion in Marcus.

"Well, Marcus here just said that he's entering his prime, and...between you and me, James, your mother loves seeing just what a man in his prime is capable of," she replied, her voice suddenly dripping with desire as her tone changed mid-sentence. "Besides, our little Marcus finally has a real girlfriend! I think that's deserving of a little reward, don't you?"

Marcus looked just as confused as I did. He got a reward by getting to celebrate his 18th birthday at my place, where my parents didn't mind if we stole a little alcohol and partied until the sun came up. He got a little reward the day that we both came home with clean report cards and my mom took us to get ice cream after school.

I could see that look in her eyes...that devious, lustful, absolutely carnal look in her eyes. This was not going to be a little reward.

"Uhm...Mrs. Haloran, w-why did we stop?" he asked, obviously seeing that look in her eyes as well, but being far less experienced than I was, he didn't recognize what it meant. It just made him visibly nervous, and I could see his arm twitching, thinking hard about reaching for the door handle and jumping out...but he stayed right there, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"This isn't the kind of 'reward' that you can give while driving a car, Marcus," she readily explained, though I don't think she needed to. Flowing, shoulder length red hair cascaded down around my mom's lovely, bright, piercing green eyes as she unbuckled herself and leaned over to Marcus in his seat. I swear I saw her shooting me a glance as she leaned across, and I did my best to hide my resentment as she put a paw on his belt. It didn't stand a chance, and her quick, skillful paws popped the buckle with no effort at all.

Marcus stiffened up in his seat like the witness to a murder, and he tried in vain to sink back into it as my mom, tearing into my heart, pulled down the zipper to his jeans. With her breasts pressed together so snug under her thin, skin tight sweater, it was no surprise that he was already a bit engorged when she tugged away at his dorky looking boxers. "Mrs. Haloran! W-what are you doing? I can't...what about Maggie?!"

"If she was any kind of girlfriend, she would have done this for you already, and you wouldn't be quite so jumpy!" she pointed out, looking up at him with the kind of bedroom eyes that could bring any man to their knees. Marcus was like Odysseus to the sirens, lured in by their deadly song and unable to move away from it, as she wrapped those delicate, soft pawpads around his growing length and gave it a squeeze. "You keep acting hesitant, but your body is very insistent about what it wants...just look at all of this precum!" she declared, sending a bright red blush through his cheeks as she pulled her paw away and slurped the slick juices from her paw, making sure to put an emphasis on his stuff being lip-smacking good.

I was fuming, but I couldn't say a thing about it. "James! What is she-" Marcus started to ask me, but I just sat back in silence and shrugged my shoulders as I watched my mother, the drop dead gorgeous mink of my dreams, start pumping her paw up and down over his matured length. "Mrs. Haloran! Ahhnn! Wh-what are you doing?!"

"You know damn well what I'm doing," she shot back confidently, her paws rotating around the tip of his slightly smaller rat cock and sliding back down over it. "And you can call me Sarah, Marcus. Stop trying to fight what your body needs and what I want..."

I definitely wasn't okay with her saying she wanted someone or something other than me, sexually, but again, I just had to watch, acting like I was too terrified to say anything as Marcus started gently bucking his hips against the seat, pushing his member up through my mom's paw. She spit gently down over his flesh to keep it nice and slick, a quiet, nasty _ schlick filling the car every single time she gave his cock another jerk with her paw. She kept him antsy for more, constantly hovering her maw over the head of his length, but never dropping down to taste it. She knew he was too timid to give her head a push, and in my mind, that's exactly what I would have done if she teased me like that...instead, Marcus just sat there like a scared child and enjoyed the ride, afraid to take the reins and go any faster. "S-Sarah...I think..._mnnn...I think I'm getting close!"

I could see a new spark in the bright, emerald orbs that she could so easily captivate any man with. "Already? You must be awfully backed up, young man! Don't you keep that delicious mess from me...if your poor little sack is all full of seed, let it out for me, Marcus...don't worry about the mess!"

She was panting as she picked up the pace, stroking faster and letting her warm, teasing breath caress over his length, almost like a third paw, since her second was gripping gently at his sack now, pumping it in time with each of her strokes and using the softest, feathery touch that she could. Whether she assumed, or maybe she knew that Marcus had never experienced pleasure like that, she made sure not to use too intense of a touch...a good move. The lucky dork probably couldn't handle the same treatment that I could, and I still didn't think he even deserved what he was getting. My mom was simply an artist with her paws, and the pleasure she could create with them would be in museums, if they made museums for this kind of thing. As jealous as I was watching, I couldn't deny how much the show was turning me on...I never got to see just what it looked like for my mom to go to work on me, and I had to imagine it didn't look that different on Marcus. I got to the point where I could insert myself in his place mentally, pretending that the show I was watching was actively happening to me, and though only a little bit, it made the whole situation more bearable.

I just wished he would stop moaning.

"Sarah! Oh my gosh! No one has ever touched me like this!" he shouted out, loud enough to draw attention from the houses we were parked in front of on the side street. He sounded like such an amateur that it was like he was reading a script from a MILF flick...it was so bad that it was killing my enjoyment, but I could see my mom was more than happy to play the role that she was born to play, and loving the praise. "I don't think I can last any longer! I'm g-gonna...gonna cum!"

He was trembling rapidly in her paws, and I could almost see disappointment in her eyes now that he could only last so long. She definitely shot me a glare that time, almost like a warning that I'd better last longer than that later. Her gaze turned back on him, a more firm, demanding look now than a seductive one. "Then do it! Stop warning me and cum already! Shoot that hot little load all over these big, soft tits!"

Gods, I loved that...my mother had the voice of a goddess, and the vocabulary of a porn star in their prime. Her words alone had been more than enough to get me stiff as a board in the past, and I was glad to have a book bag in my lap now to cover my fully tented jeans. It wasn't fooling my mom at all, though, and Marcus wouldn't have cared either way as his mind was lost to a completely earth shattering orgasm. " I'm cumming!" he cried out, his voice more of a whimper than a moan as his cock throbbed in her paw and she stroked it down hard, a thick, long rope of his cum shooting across her breasts and up to her neck. The second strand went even farther than the first, some excess catching her lips as she grinned and licked the seed right off, capturing her interest once again. "Good boy...such a good boy! Look at the load you've shot for me...and you're still not done?" she asked, and even I couldn't tell if she was being facetious, or if she was really impressed. My poor little friend was completely milked, my mom jerking him off all the way through what was no doubt the best orgasm he'd ever had, the dirty, lewd schlick schlick schlick of her cum-covered paws bouncing up and down over his member was enough to leave me drooling at the thought. Her breasts were soaked underneath that skin tight sweater, and the seed was obvious, wet and sticky upon the gray fabric. Marcus was a mess, too, and my mom, being the torturous tease that she was, wasn't going to do a damn thing about it. She simply licked a bit of the excess from her paw, taking a small sample of his taste to savor his unique flavor, and wiped the rest of the lap of his jeans.

She was all business, this time. She turned as if she hadn't done a thing, still proudly sporting his mess, and put her paws back on the steering wheel. "Better zip that back up, kid. We're only a half block from your house."

The reminder struck him hard. My mom had a way of taking you to the moon and back without you ever realizing that you _were_back. The pleasure she gave was a lasting, powerful pleasure, one that just stayed with you for a while and truly left your mind blown, as the saying goes.

"W-what?! I have to clean this up myself?" he asked in shock, rapidly trying to cover up the messy, spittle and semen covered mess that was his whole crotch.

My mom smirked down at him as she turned the corner and pulled up to his driveway. He really was too close to the school to need a ride. "Don't tell me you're about to complain about that, Marcus...and definitely don't tell your parents...of course, you're a grown young man now, you can do whatever you want with your body, right?"

It was a smart thing to say; challenging him to keep a secret, but boosting his confidence and reminding him that no one could truly tell him what to do now that he was a legal adult. "James...this never happened, right?" he asked, as he grabbed his smaller book bag and opened the door.

I drew a fake zipper across my lips and pretended to throw out a key. I still didn't want to speak, afraid I might lash out at him in a little bit in my jealousy if I did. "Good," he replied, smiling brightly at me as if to thank me for what I hadn't even done. "Bye Mrs. Haloran! Thanks for the ride!" he shouted as he shut the door a bit too hard and ran for his house, and no doubt to the shower to get cleaned up, and probably play again with the thoughts of what happened fresh on his mind.

My mother reached over and opened the door again, wishing that Marcus hadn't closed it, and patted the seat next to her. I was still a bit resentful, but I left my book bag in the back and climbed into the front seat. "So...did my little James enjoy the show?"

She still loved to patronize me that way. I think she got off on it, and I was afraid to admit to her that I actually loved it when she talked to me that way. "Would have been a whole lot better if I was a part of the show and Marcus was sitting in the back, instead," I replied, doing my best not to cross my arms in distaste. It was only fair; I did enjoy the show a little bit, even if I was entirely green over it.

"Is my little boy jealous?" she asked, her voice almost sing-songish as she looked to me with a teasing smile, more of a grin. She obviously knew that I was, and I hated to give in so easily to her teasing. "I guess it was a little bit unfair for me to force you to sit in the back and watch me give your friend a handjob like that while your poor cock was crushed under that heavy book bag...you don't need to hide it from me when you're horny, you know!" she reminded me, and I wanted to tell her to keep her eyes on the road, since they kept darting over to my jeans, standing stiff like a pup tent. "Mmm...yes, this is a much better view."

I decided to return the favor, staring right at her breasts, still shimmering with the seed from my friend and looking as perky as they ever had, gathered up so tightly in that turtleneck that I wondered how she ever put the thing on in the first place. She was barely dressed for the cold, and the yoga pants that clung even tighter to her legs and backside left almost nothing to the imagination, not that I was complaining. I couldn't quite tell from the angle, but I could swear I saw her labia poking through the yoga pants in an absolutely stunning camel toe. "We could have gotten in a lot of trouble, Mom. Did you even really care about getting caught?"

She giggled and kept on driving, though I was becoming less and less familiar with our surroundings. "Well, _of course_I did, but that thrill of getting caught just adds to the excitement, don't you think?" she asked, revealing a little bit further to me just how kinky my mom could be at times. "In fact...this is probably good."

"Having sex with your own son after school isn't exciting enough for you?" I asked, finally teasing her back as she parked the van rather suddenly. "W-where...where are we right now?"

In the midst of our conversation, I had hardly noticed that we were headed just a little bit outside of downtown, to an old parking garage. It wasn't very heavily monitored, and we usually parked there when we were shopping downtown to avoid paying the parking meters in front of the stores. We never saw any other cars here, or at least, not many, and that was apparently good enough for her.

"That's plenty exciting, James, but don't talk back to your mother," she said, her voice awfully demanding as she gave me a look. It was her dynamic to take what she wanted and still be motherly, and no doubt, it was more of a turn on than it should be. I was already dying to take my shots at her; I had to show her how a real man handled a woman of her beauty, and before she'd even put the vehicle fully in park, she was grabbing at my cock through my jeans and feeling just how hard it really was. "Maybe I should make it up to you by letting you fuck me right here, in public? That is, if you think you're up to the task, young man."

I was disappointed at first to feel her paw drifting away from my flesh, but when I saw her crawling into the back of the van, my mood flipped right around. I watched closely, admiring those delicious curves of her hips that flowed perfectly into her shapely, squeezable ass, and I wasn't one to pass up the opportunity. I gave the soft, supple flesh a good, firm squeeze, drawing a yelp from her and a glare that was half disappointment, half unbridled arousal. Pushing my luck perhaps a little too far, I released her, but only so I could swat my open palm on her rump, knowing that she loved a little spank every now and then, and she gasped with delight as I razed her flesh with a solid SMACK!

She nearly lost her focus as she was folding down the stow-and-go seats in the back of the van, but kept her composure just long enough to fold them all the way down and open up a space just big enough for the two of us to cram into for the main event. The soft, gentle fluff of her dark tan, nearly brown tail coiled around my wrist and gave me an encouraging tug towards the back, and I unbuckled myself, crawling out of my seat and watching as my mother rested upon the open space. One pawtip beckoned at me as she started to tug her sweater up over her head. "You'd better come give mommy a hell of a performance after that little stunt," she cautioned, "Or else you're gonna get some rough, firm, and long overdue birthday spankings tonight..."

I knew better than to doubt her. She could be positively kinky when she wanted to, and I knew she'd get more than a little sexual gratification from spanking my ass until my cheeks were raw. I tried to keep that fear of pain from my mind as I watched her legs start to spread, and my guess was definitely right; there were no panties under those tight, squeezing yoga pants. My mom must have been planning this all along, and I thanked my lucky stars as I started to hustle out of my jeans. I was hasty in unbuckling my belt and nearly crawling out of the denim as she enticed me, her pawtips drawing a circle right over where her labia would be, stroking her own pussy lips through the thin fabric. "Mnn...c'mon, James, don't you want this tight, sweet little pussy? Don't you wanna fuck your mommy nice and hard? I know just how much that show turned you on..."

It was less that I was turned on, and more than I felt I needed to stake my claim, so to speak, as I made quick work of my boxers. My cock sprung free and bounced as it was released from an overly tight cotton trap, and already, I was leaking precum like a slowly trickling faucet. I could see her eyes focus right on it, no doubt wanting a taste, but now, we were locked in a tug of war. She was laying back, masturbating to entice me to come closer, and I was stripped nude for the taking, cock dripping and my body primed.

In the end, being the one with something to prove, I lost.

"Marcus could never give you what you really need, Mom..." I said, my voice a bit low and commanding as I crawled closer to her. The closer I got, the more she slid her yoga pants down, until they were only just around her ankles. It showed off a sense of urgency for me that I never tired of, no matter how many times she did it. "I'm the only one who can really satisfy you..."

That tight, delicate little snatch that I'd become so close to over the past months spread between her pawtips, the delicious looking pink flesh within simply begging to wrap around my cock in a forbidden act of public incest. My mother wouldn't be denied, if I were foolish enough to keep her waiting, but again, I had a chip on my shoulder that I was determined to fix. "Come prove it then, big boy. Come pound my tight, wet little pussy until I can't take it anymore!"

So sweet, but so demanding...I couldn't get over that. I dipped my head forward, taking one or two cautionary strokes at her slit with my tongue, just to get that delicious flavor in my maw, and to get a more intimate dose of her aromatic scent, but as it ever happened, one or two curious little licks turned into me gorging myself. Slurp, slurp, schlurp... I lapped away at her folds like my life depended on it, making sure she could hear just how eager I was, and challenging her to stop me. She was in heaven, I knew, but she still wanted something more, as greedy as she was.

"I t-thought I raised you better than to...oooh...talk with your mouth full!" she gasped as she tried to discipline me, but she slowly lost the battle to her own pleasure and gripped at one of her breasts, squeezing it in time with the deft motions of my tongue and gripping the fur upon my head tight in her other paw, getting the leftover, sticky arousal from teasing herself in my headfur. I knew I was going to be a mess when all was said and done, and I didn't care, even as her juices drizzled down over my chin, soaking my fur and making it impossible to forget her taste, just how I wanted it."

I couldn't properly reply, but I gasped quietly into her flesh as she yanked at my headfur, wanting her to feel even in my voice just how badly I wanted to prove myself to her. It must have been the straw that broke the camel's back, because in the next moment, she yanked me up right by my headfur and gazed at me through narrowed, lust-drunk eyes and grinned at the sight of her sticky mess all over my muzzle. "Are you gonna prove yourself to be better than your friend or what?" she asked, teasing me about my abilities and giving me even more proof that I was just torturing her with foreplay now. Before I could reply, she yanked again and leaned forward herself, pressing her lips firmly upon mine in a kiss that should never be shared between a mother and son. My lips, still soaked with the very juices that coated her snatch, now soaked hers with that same taste, and much to my surprise, she rumbled in deep, lewd delight, licking the flavor right off of my lips and releasing her breast, only so she could wrap a paw around my back and urge me in closer to her body.

I wasn't one to argue.

"F-fuck...Mom..." I gasped quietly as she licked her own juices from my flesh and turning me on so much that my precum literally dripped to the floor between her legs. She simply wouldn't have me wasting that, though, and her paws went right to my shirt, yanking it from my head and tossing it at the window.

"Oh no you don't. What did I teach you about being wasteful?" she asked, entirely in chastising as she rested expectantly, her body slumping down into a proper missionary position. She loved it that way, and the moment I leaned in, her bare breasts pressing to my chest and her sopping wet slit pressing to the shaft of my cock, she put all of that 'wasted' precum to good use.

"Show me how good you are, son."

Now I really had something to prove. I could have slipped the shaft of my cock along her folds and just cum that way, as wet as she was, but now, she needed to be proper fucked, and all worries of being caught fled from my mind as I grabbed my cock and angled the head right in, easily penetrating her and pushing right past her swollen, needy labia. "Mnnn...Mom, you're so fucking wet! God damn...that's so good..." I moaned out loud, feeling almost as if I was drowning as webs of slick, silky feminine juices soaked every inch of my cock from the tip to the base in just one thrust. "A-am I better than Marcus, yet?"

Her legs wrapped around my lower back, just above my rump, and squeezed tight around my body, pulling me in close and making sure every inch of my cock was buried inside of her. I was sure she would put up a fight to my competitive nature, because she knew how to manipulate me...and I couldn't stop her, even when I knew what she was doing. "Well that's p-pretty good..." she murmured, doing her best to bite back on her moans, "But you can do so much better, baby...and where did you pick up such a dirty mouth? You're definitely getting your spankings now."

"You know I'm better than him!" I shouted, grunting as I backed my hips up as much as I could in her tight embrace and slammed back against her, my sack slapping up against her big, round, soft ass and drawing a deep moan from her. "Mnnn! Y-you know I got that mouth from you, Mom...always gasping like a porn star and begging me to f-fuck you silly all the time..."

We'd developed a nice little sexual rapport, bouncing back and forth off of each other for the enjoyment of the other, but I was sure that I had pushed my luck too far that time. Her paws, once idle, reached around and gave my rump a harsh, stinging spank, far harder than the one I gave her, and much louder, with a SMAAAACK that stung my ears so much that they flattened to my head. "Such a _vile_accusation!" she exclaimed, making sure to follow up with another spank right on the same spot. It stung deep, but I was swimming in a new, mental pleasure from the sensation, and I wanted more...I wanted mommy to spank me even more! "You wanna prove you're better than Marcus? Then you'd better fill mommy up, James..." she said, and I knew that this wasn't a request, as much as it was an order. Her walls were already starting to flutter over my length, her body pent up for an orgasm after giving one boy a handjob, and now, being fucked hard in the back of her van by her own son.

"Ahhn! Mom!" I shouted out in pain, but she could see the delight on my face as I winced up in pleasure. It only spurred me on to thrust even harder, my sack slapping hard into the soft flesh of her ass with each pass of my hips now and filling the cozy little van with the sound. I could see her ears perking to it, knowing what an audiophile my mom could be, and I played right into that, gasping like I was on the verge of my climax...and in reality, I was. "I'm so close...I'm gonna cum inside, mom! I can't help it!"

My cries of desperation pushed her closer to the edge as well, but she wasn't done fueling my competitive spirit. "YES!_Just like that, James...you're soooooo much better than Marcus, better than the neighbor's son, mnnn...even better than the boys were when I was your age! You're the best little fuck, James, and you're making mommy cum..._yes...you're gonna make mommy cum!"

Her voice was simply dripping with lust at this point, dripping even more than she was as the thin streams of her nectar were pooling on the floor in the backseat, or dripping worse than I was as my precum started soaking her inner walls. I knew I couldn't hold out, but for all of her teasing me, I had one last tease for her. "I'm...mnnn...I'm gonna pull out, Mom...gonna shoot this hot, sticky load all over your chest instead!"

"Don't you dare!" she yelled back, giving my ass another firm, painful swat and then reaching around to grip my backside in both of her paws. She gave a tight squeeze there, and then, her inner walls contracted hard as her orgasm was just starting, but it sent me flying over the edge. It was incredible, as if there were extra paws inside of her that could squeeze me just right, whenever they wanted, and as eagerly as they could. My threat came up empty, and suddenly, my mom was going to come up full as my sack tightened up, my tummy tensed, and that first thick, incestuous strand of my cum filled her up, soaking her inside all the way up to her womb. "Yeeeeeees...that's more like it, baby, leave it all inside your mommy...fill me up, just like that! It's so good, I'm c-cumming! Yes! James!"

Confident that I'd done the job I needed to do, I gave in to what my body needed long before and completely sunk into the pleasure of my orgasm. I could feel her walls desperately milking me for all that they could get, fluttering around my orgasmic cock in desperation as my sack contracted again, filling her pussy with a flood of my virile cum. I never stopped thrusting, spattering the messy substance all over her thighs, some even dripping down to that sweet, curvy ass of hers as she bounced against my length. She wouldn't stop until she was fully satisfied, and I knew from experience that I was lucky she was anywhere close to it after just one go.

"M-Mom...nngh...that was...that was amazing!" I gasped out to her breathlessly, trying not to collapse against her in my exhaustion, but my hips ached, and my tummy was so tight, I could hardly resist. When her paw curled around the back of my head and brought my into her breasts, I broke down like a house of cards.

She held me in close, feeling me pant against her flesh, and I could hear her heart beating rapidly against my ear as we both came down from cloud nine slowly. She still refused to let me out of her, and I absolutely loved feeling my cock swimming around in a mingled mess of our combined juices inside of her. It would be a waste to pull out and spill it all. "You were definitely better than Marcus, baby. Do you think you fucked your mommy well enough to get out of your spankings tonight?"

My ears stayed flat to the back of my head as I barely glanced up at her, but once her dazzling emerald eyes caught my subtle, soft blues, I was completely captivated by her gaze, and couldn't look away. "I...I h-hope so?"

"That wasn't a very confident answer," she replied, hints of that evil glimmer appearing in her eyes again as her pawtips stroked over my tender rump, right over the spot she'd really spanked hard. "I think my son likes just a little abuse though..."

"And if I do?" I asked, knowing just how heavily I was tempting fate now.

"Then you're going to have to prove yourself to mommy all over again, tonight..."