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Dalupine After Story: Telling Mom

"Well...on the first night..." the fifteen year old Dalmatian gulped nervously. "I acted out and broke the television. When Brent came home, he..." Donald had to stop to take a breath as his mother, Lina, listened patiently. When the pup produced a worried look, the brown lupine behind him rested a reassuring paw on his trembling shoulder.

"It's alright, Donnie," the elder canine said to his step-son-to-be in his lightly Southern accent. "We're doin' what my bro suggested and havin' an open, honest conversation about what we did last weekend. Remember, she already knows about what the tradition with males in my family is, and she accepted it. All ya need to do is tell her."

Donald's mind was still trying to catch up. After coming home late one Friday night from a Cultural Arts Club meeting, Brenton ushered him to the room that the lupine shared with the teen's mother. When they arrived, they were met by Lina, who had gotten home early from her job as a defense attorney. Before the young hound knew it, he was naked in the bed his mom and soon-to-be-step-dad slept in every night. As if it were not hard enough telling his mom these things in the most normal of circumstances.

"He gave me a through spanking," he continued as his face was flushed a blood red, producing a pinkish hue on his face. "Then, he...took his wiener and put it...in my starfish." His blush deepened. "He corn holed me...hard and rough...He shoved his canine balloon in me and creamed my rectum. After we calmed down, he cuddled me close."

The pup relaxed when he saw no visible signs of resentment from his mother. Rather, she was smiling and continued to listen while she reached out another paw to lightly stroke his bare chest. "The next day, early in the morning, we wizzed together in the toilet. I watched him beat his meat and sling his yogurt into the toilet, and he held me from behind as I did the same." No matter how hard he tried, the young man couldn't make himself use dirty words when recounting things to his mother. "You already know about the bonding we had at the mall and the arcade. You also know about the hours we spent marathoning anime. After that, we stripped. He played with my junk through my underwear; I played with his uncut unit; and we...blasted...in each other's mouths. Then, we watched more anime before going to bed.

"The next morning, after we shared Brent's fleshlight..."

Suddenly, Donald's mother stopped running her paw through his chest, looked to the elder male behind her son, and interjects. "Brenton, you told me you got rid of that." Her voice was surprised but not purposefully crass.

"I did," the brown lupine responded immediately, "by givin' it to Donnie."

"You gave my son a sex toy?"

As the teen's body being snuggled by him began to become entirely pink from embarrassment, the wolf said, "Fathers have been givin' their sons masturbatory aides since the invention of porn, woman. Hell, some dad's get their sons a prostitute fer a few hours, to show 'em the ropes. My dad gave me a two foot tall sack of porn mags--showing gay, straight, lesbian, and bisexual scenes and stories--and said, 'Son, this'll so ya all ya need to know about the mechanics.' It's a preventative measure: give the boy something at home to occupy his hormones and drastically reduce the chance of him goin' out and catching somethin' or, worse yet, gettin' a girl pregnant. Also, I spent over one hundred dollars on that before we met; I'll be damned if I'm jus gonna throw it away."

Lina stifled a laugh as the teenage hound curled up into a ball to try and hide from the situation. "Breton, he has you, and you still gave him a sex toy?"

"I'm not going around every time urges hit him. There are nights when workin' at the shop wears me out. And then there're the nights reserved for jus ya and me, Lina. Besides, I seem to recall that there is still the Sean Canary blowup doll, complete with real feel penis and tail hole, folded up in our closet."

"Hey, we share that one. Just like we share the double ended, double knotted Alpha Wolf dildo in your underwear drawer. I need something for the nights when you are too tired to stand and deliver, and I'll thank you to stay out of my personal affairs."

They both began to laugh at one of their many play arguments. Meanwhile, the adolescent was still curled up into a pink ball of mortification. Both of the older furs gently used their paws to caress the pup between them, and, soon, the boy relaxed and reassumed his position with the lupine. Donald covered his privates with his paws.

"Now, Pup," Brenton spoke in an understanding yet commanding voice. "Remember, no secrets tonight."

Resigning himself, the pup moved away his paws and let his youthful, erected puphood stand at its full four and a half inch length, in his mother's sight. In response, the elder Dalmatian resumed running her paw over his chest and kissed her son on the side of his muzzle. After he calmed, Donald continued his story.

"After sharing the fleshlight, I felt ready to tell Brent what my issue was, but I was exhausted and hungry. He told me to wait while I thought about what I wanted to say and he made breakfast. After eating, I told him about when dad called me into his room when I was twelve, and we talked about me getting erections in school. Then, how dad put his old jock on me to help me hide my boners before dad and I jerked-off together. Then, out of fear of Brent thinking less of me, I panicked and ran into the bathroom after telling Brent how I blamed myself for dad's untimely death.

"Four hours later, Brenton banged on the door and got be out of the bathroom. Then, he made me lay on the bed and blindfolded me. While I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge, he bent down and gave me a tender kiss before taking command again. At first, he kept completely silent before smacking my hard on forcefully and telling me not to squirt without his permission. Then, he had me lick his sack. After speaking out of turn, he punished me by forcing my unprepared muzzle to deep throat his diamond stiff BBC. Even then, he still praised me and gave me advice as he put me through my punishment. He screwed my skull as I worked my tongue and moaned around his love muscle. His knot impaled my muzzle and every drop of his kielbasa's juices cascaded down my throat. Next, we lay together on the bed as he teased my pectoral dials and pumped away at my tallywacker. Then, just as I was on the verge of erupting, he cradled my head in his arms as he had me rigorously frot his leg. When I couldn't take anymore, he told me to stop and comforted me until I feel asleep.

"After waking up and cuddling with me to help me calm down, he took my blindfold off and led me to the shower, and we intimately washed each other. We dried off. Then, he put dad's old jock on me; I put his tight shorts on him; we finished getting dressed. We ate at a private room of his brother's at a local diner and had a really great time together."

Gearing up for the most emotional part of his tale, Donald stopped to gather his thoughts and catch his breath. A whimper escaped his muzzle as he trembled. To his surprise, both of the elder furs hugged him: Brenton's warm, broad pecks on his back, and Lina's soft, supple breasts on his front. The youth embraced his mother and tangled his legs in the older man's as he began to softly weep into his mom's cleavage. With his face buried in his mother's dirty pillows, the pup continued his story. Even though his voice was muffled, his words could still be understood.

"He asked me some very hard questions about why I acted out and what Dad would think of how I was acting." His voice began to choke up from the rapid out pour of emotion. "On the drive back to the cabin...I calmed down, and...Brent told me to not beat...myself up any more...H-H-He told me what I should do to make...up to everyone for taking my...issues out...on them. Then, he took my hand and told me that... D-Dad would want me...to live my life and be happy."

The adolescent clung as tightly as he could to his mother's frame as he buried his head into her breasts. She held him close and rubbed his headfur, in a loving response. At the same time, the big, brown, lupine used both of his paws to rub his back, from small to neck, over-and-over. Donald's body trembled, but the elder fur's continued their ministrations.

Brenton gently pulled the younger canid's head away from this mother's comforting mammaries and gave the boy and passionate kiss. Parting the lad's muzzle with his tongue, the older male signaled the teenage hound to let go of his inhibitions and allow the wolf to take those frantic emotions into his muzzle. Needy, wanting, muffled moans sounded from Donald's body as the lupine's spare paw rubbed his chest.

The man released his sexual protégé's muzzle, prompting Lina to pull her son back to her and resume the kiss. Her tongue was gentler than Brenton's but just as loving. The youth put up no resistance to his mother's exploring tongue as he felt himself melt into her warm body once again. After a long moment of passionate lip locking, she broke the kiss and pulled his head back into her waiting, slightly-heated chesticles. These actions allowed the now calm, collected, and emotionally reassured pup to finish his story.

"Soon, I was on the tailgate of the truck, and Brent was tossing my salad. He took control and smacked my ass a couple of times before I desperately sucked his man meat. Next, I rode him like a cowboy as he held me close to his body and bit my unguarded ear. When we both were close, he laid back. I grabbed his shoulders, and I wildly slammed myself repeatedly on his Alabama black snake. When I smashed down as hard as I could for the final moment of rough, lustful coitus, his black baby-maker filled me with his splooge; and my pink, denied, joystick plastered his torso. I collapsed into his chest. He cuddled me in silence until we both fell asleep."

Having finished recounting the weekend of sexual discovery and male bonding, Donald lay his head in Lina's soft, furry, womanly orbs. Saying nothing, the elder furs sandwiched him in an embrace as they shared the silent, loving, slowly passing moments of familial bonding.