{"sf1_id":996947,"sf2_id":"znJxd7de","title":"Happy Milf Day","author":"tygacat","words":401,"posted_at":"2016-05-09T00:54:00.000Z","tags":["African painted dog","Female","Groping","MILF","Male","Mf","Raccoon","Sex","Straight","african wild dog","petting","play"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/996947-happy-milf-day","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJxd7de","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2b/40/2b406a03-75a1-4b1a-b028-d391372d5a99","description":"#22 of Lyre City\n\nItu celebrates his milf on this her day of honor.","content":"The following contains some petting and some smexy dialog. \u0026nbsp;Reader discretion is advised.\n\n**Happy Milf Day**\n\nSayen smiled at herself in the mirror. \u0026nbsp;She felt she looked particularly well this morning. \u0026nbsp;Her light blue eyes shown back at her from her reflection. \u0026nbsp;The raccoon adorned a pink shirt just slightly low cut for a hint of cleavage and a pair of blue jean shorts. \u0026nbsp;She looked refined with just a hint of sexy for her mother's day brunch this morning.\n\nIt would be just her and her husband Itu today; their children were all grown up and away on their own things for the day. \u0026nbsp;But that was quite alright with her. \u0026nbsp;An excuse to have a good relaxing meal with a few more mimosas than usual.\n\nAnd as she was checking over her own look in the mirror, her good husband Itu made a poor attempt of sneaking up behind her. \u0026nbsp;The African wild dog had his tongue hanging out of his mouth in a lecherous grin as he made his careful steps toward her.\n\n\"I have a mirror, you know,\" she informed him.\n\n\"And yet you'll do nothing to stop me,\" he pointed out. \u0026nbsp;He slipped up to her and reached arond to her front. \u0026nbsp;His hands squeezed her breasts as his muzzle nibbled her neck. \u0026nbsp;\"Happy Milf Day, my milf.\"\n\n\"Oh, gods,\" she chided him. \u0026nbsp;His hand moved under her shirt now to squeeze her breast properly. \u0026nbsp;She may have left off a bra in her outfit. \u0026nbsp;\"Don't call me that. \u0026nbsp;Seriously.\"\n\nOne hand moved south into her pants. \u0026nbsp;His fingetips played with the nub of her clit. \u0026nbsp;She moaned. \u0026nbsp;All this getting ready and he was going to make a mess of her outfit. \u0026nbsp;And yet she wasn't going to stop him. \u0026nbsp;\"Okay,\" he said, \"but you are a mother.\" \u0026nbsp;His teeth nibbled her ear for a moment. \u0026nbsp;\"And I love to fuck you.\"\n\nWell, it was difficult to argue with definition. \u0026nbsp;\"Well, if you love fucking me so much you should stop talking and do it.\" \u0026nbsp;His teeth sank into her shoulder. \u0026nbsp;She yowled slightly. \u0026nbsp;\"Just, let me get my clothes off, first. \u0026nbsp;One quick fuck and then brunch. \u0026nbsp;I still have my heart set on mimosas.\"\n\n\"Can there be fucks after brunch?\"\n\n\"It is my day. \u0026nbsp;You will fuck me when, where, and how I tell you.\"\n\nItu's eyes glimmered. \u0026nbsp;\"MMM. \u0026nbsp;I love this holiday.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Lyre City","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/947857-wish-list.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1103192-seeking-serendipity.json"}}