Ripe Step Son (Part 1) - Seed Planted
Story by Eurasia M on SoFurry
Hard Working Mother living alone with her adopted son. Her fantasies lead her to places she never thought would travel to
Today was supposed to be the start of a new beginning. A bright future with the company of his new family was instead darkened by deafening yell of thunder and shouting. His new mother brought him in with the intent of surprising her husband with what he's always wanted, a son to raise and mold in his image. Yet the welcome he received was anything but positive. As he was given a tour of his new home, the yelling of an angry man made his mother jump, a conflict of interests being revealed that night, "YOU RUINED MY LIFE WITH YOUR FOOD! I'VE BEEN ......AND NOW YOU TRY TO....IMPURE THING AS MY SON? IS....YOU GO ABOUT PASSING MY LEGACY?!"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I DIDN'T.....! HE'S STILL YOUR...! OUR SON!" cried out a heartbroken wife, the 7 year old boy hiding behind the couch with his parents going at it for over an hour, until it reached its conclusion. A crack of thunder shocked the house with the last few words being exchanged and forever scarred into her heart, leaving her on her knees in tears. The only comfort that moment was her crying newly adopted son, asking if dad didn't want him. He heard every word but even so not everything clicked in his young mind, that caring mother hugging her son into her bosom after the slamming of the front door. The painful memory replayed in her mind every now and then when she least expected, the jolt of indignation her ex husband left within her mind waking her up in a cold sweat.
Her breathing was rapid and deep, looking down at her light purple sheets and wiping the tears from her eyes, "...?!" though with no time to gather herself, there was a knock on her door, the daily morning wake up call from her good boy, "Mom? Mooooooooom! It's 6:50! You gotta get ready for work!" yelled her teenage boy, doing his part to make sure she was up and about before going to school. It was a good thing the door was locked since she slept in the nude, the sunlight illuminating the thick naked body of the Fallow Doe, "T-thank you dear. Have a good day at school okay Joseph?" replied that soft caring voice, the 6'3" human with short hair colored a deep burgundy, making him quite popular with the ladies.
With his green backpack over his shoulder, he ran downstairs and out the door. The march weather was already warm enough for him to go out in a light blue hoodie, making his way to his school which was about half a mile away. Once he was gone, all that was left was for the mother to do her thing and prepare for work. Putting on her see through pink bathrobe, she made her way to her private bathroom, one that was renovated with comfort and fun times in mind. The two story green house was quite big for just the two, having two empty rooms with her having the largest bedroom in the house, and her son having a similarly large room but without a large closet and private bathroom right below her. The while tile was kept clean as she washed it weekly, having a long towel rack in the left corner, toilet and sink in the deep left end of the room, under a single window which was pointing towards the large shower made for a woman her size.
The Fallow Doe Katelyn, or Katie for short, was a 7'1" woman in her late 30s, somewhat dreading her 40s which was closer than she would like to admit. Before stepping into the shower, she glanced at her body in the body mirror hanging near the shower door which she used to check if an outfit was sexy or no when she used to be very promiscuous years ago. A sigh escaped her mouth as she put her hands on those wide hips, thinking back when she had a thinner, leaner form that would bring all of the boys running. Those fingers ran along that brown fur, tracing along the folds of her thicker body towards her stomach, before both hands lifted her large bosom. She went up over 4 cups before she became her current thicker size well over 15 years ago. It required a massive overhaul of her outfits but luckily in town there was a clothing store for larger women, and they had the sexiest styles she used to buy when she was thinner. Despite still getting whistled at and stared by interested suitors, she had closed herself from being with a man since the painful words said by the man she used to love continued to haunt her to this day. Her blonde hair used to be tied up constantly due to the issues of getting certain sticky substances from her hair but nowadays it was allowed to flow out and was slightly past her neck.
She had earned the nickname "Timeliest Woman" with how her hourglass shape made it easy for suitors to grip those fine hips. Nowadays she had hips for weeks and thighs for days, her breasts getting quite enormous, which made bras a pain but gaining an added benefit of being more sensitive and her areola growing to near dinner plate sized area for more pleasurable sensation if...say a tongue or finger brushed over it. A nail went through her lovely blonde hair as she was lost in thought for a moment, despite knowing that she's changed a lot since her younger days, she was still a beautiful woman, a woman with an amazing son she raised herself. Joseph was going for Varsity Football and Swimming, still unsure which one to focus on as he loved both sports. He was strong enough to give the apes and horses a run for their money but still slick enough to slip around the more agile species as well.
Unlike most who focused on pure muscle mass, Joseph thought stamina and technique were more important, leading to his well-toned body supplemented by his early puberty which had him a head over his most of his classmates. He was considered the life of the party and popular among everyone since he wasn't a jock who bullied others yet was still a loveable jerk with his peers. Today was a simple day for him, the day he would be running around the track for speed. He was the running back after all and speed was a major factor for him. When it came to learning, he was a C+ student, mostly due to boredom as being active and outside was much more interesting, but even more so humiliating the competition.
Although he had a fondness for science since his teacher, a hawk who was a former pro quarterback who took his team to the super bowl would add in sports with the physics. Both of those things made it fun to be in class and the only one that he was getting a B+ in. While the boy spent his day in class and on the field, Katelyn worked 7 hours a day at a large flower shop which had a garden section outside, a large one that covered half the block. She wore a purple scarf with her blue sweater and deep blue jeans, tending to the more temperature tolerant plants while also answering questions regarding the growing and caring of anything that could perform photosynthesis. As a young doe she used to love planting flowers and trees, until she realized the seed shooting out of eager males was more interesting than the seeds you plant in the ground around 9th grade.
That life was behind her though, the smiles of young and old giving her pleasure in her job. Since certain events during, she's gone back to her love putting her green hoof to good use and has since then began growing her own veggies for the home, important for a herbivore after all, "Yes...this little one needs at least 6 hours of sun every day hun. We also have the perfect plant food for flowers of this variety too..." she explained to an elderly Possum woman, pleased to start a little garden of her own to pass the time since her loved one passed on some time ago. It was lucky that the aisles of tables holding many varieties of plants and shrubs were wide enough for her, the business expanding enough so her hips didn't knock over anything. That bright sun made working outside great, though she had to also make sure to bring in the plants when it was too stormy or snowy, one thing that tired her out more than anything.
It was a simple job that paid nicely enough to support her simple life style and the bills that came with it. Luckily her...ex paid the house off in full, being quite loaded from his job as a foreman in construction so only utilities had to be paid. Finally, when 4 pm came around, her shift was finally over, packing most of the plants she was responsible for. Only thing she disliked about her job was the Apron that was barely her size, only tending to squeeze against her generous bosom and after going a day without a bra one time, can really show those nipples of hers. It was both arousing but embarrassing considering that kids came with their parents at times, yet that same day she busted out her various toys based on the species of the males who she could tell were undressing her with their eyes. That glance at her chest and the bulge in their jeans was intoxicating, clawing at her perverted mind which was dead set on not giving in to her lusts anymore.
Once her job was done, it was 4:40 and she finally got herself out of that slightly dirty white apron, grabbing her red leather purse while waving goodbye to the fairly mature human couple who ran the store, "Today was a little slow...but business should pick up next month, as usual. Get home safely Katelyn." remarked the husband kneeled over a small bonsai tree at the front of the store, snipping it since the leaves had gotten a bit out of control. She was the only other employee they had, since she had shown to be both honest and a real lover of plants, being quite happy to have hired her on the spot.
"Of course John. You and Jane enjoy your evening." she replied while humming to herself, grabbing small piece of candy to suckle on for the trip home. It was another bonus that it was a mere 20-minute walk from the house and about 10 minutes from the high school, which was also a middle school as well. She would talk Joseph to school when he was younger but once he hit 13 he insisted he was grown up enough to go at it alone, which broke her heart at first since she had been hold his hand to school. Though later she was pleased to see him grow into a fine man, his interests in sports grew and his sudden burst into puberty was the perfect combination.
The sun was starting to get low in the sky but there was still daylight to burn she thought once she walked down her block. Her modest abode was a simple 2 story house, complete with an attic (that she couldn't access so it was rarely used), which she painted a pretty yellow once she began her new life. The black shingles having been redone a year ago, the first time in nearly 10 years. The front yard had grass still short from the Joseph mowing the lawn Saturday and the porch had several wide wooden planters on both sides, complementing the white guards with beautiful tulips and other smaller flowers. Walking up to her door was always a treat since she was able to smell the sweet pollen and peaceful sensation that would make her fur stand on end once she kneeled over to give a light whiff.
Once she turned to the door, she saw a package laying against the door. The delighted doe a squeal of happiness as her very important package had finally arrived, jumping up a bit and rocking the planters slightly. Like a speeding bullet she rushed inside and locked the door behind her, leaving her purse on the kitchen table and rushing upstairs to her room to inspect the new package. The 1' x 1' brown box had no label on it, the doe having made a very....personal order a week ago. Her sweater was unzipped and those size Ms were free to jiggle out without confinement, a hand reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Having both that sweater and this bra on was murder at times, her nipples being pressed tightly against her and soon were visible to anyone if they were to look at her pink t-shirt.
Not to mention those melons also swelled out to their original size, jiggling for a moment as if to celebrate being let free from solitary confinement. Big breasts and thick nipples required her to purchase a thick set of bras, paying extra for those were both comfy and able to hide those thick nips from prying, handsome men who would've probably wanted to tug on them and suckle strongly, thoughts that made the doe lick her lips lustfully. Only some days when she felt hornier than usual she considered going out without a bra and wearing a thong that would be visible while paired with lower cut jeans, a thought she kept from being a reality with her iron clad will. Even now she was feeling herself getting aroused from how anxious she was getting, grabbing that soon to be opened cardboard box and getting her mind back on track.
Both nubs were poking against the fabric once that bra was pulled down, the doe grinning widely to herself as she now focused on her sweet special delivery, ripping the tapped folds like she had won the lotto and gazing in awe at the premium sized dildo that caught her eye. She was lucky that her son had little interest in going into her room, the doe kneeling down under the large fluffy bedframe and pulling out a thin plastic storage tub. Within it was the only thing keeping her from grabbing the nearest male and bringing her home for a weekend of non-stop fun, dildos of various colors, sizes and species being kept within. The largest one was her "Thor" dildo, one based on the largest recorded horse which had to be folded at the top since it couldn't fit properly, a whopping 2 feet long of clear yellow silicon phallus shaped fun for the "size queen in you" as it was marketed. She had taken it fully once before, but it was a little too much nowadays from her lack of fun. The dog was an another popular one, next to the dragon as it had a knot which made pushing in a real treat, though the ribbed flesh and thin tip on the dragon tickled her deepest tunnel in ways that no other species could replicate.
She actually had been missing one such species to her list, mostly because it was the one shared by her son. Though she made an impulse buy after a male human brushed along her butt, and apologized, though she could tell it was no accident by how he glanced at her lightly bouncing breasts that day. It'd been a very long time since she'd seen a proper human cock, honestly looking a little plain compared to a dragon or horse, though it happened to be a more manageable size compared to those two. She got the premium size which was 9 inches long and 2 inches thick, colored a lovely fleshy pink and it came with its own fake cum shooter in the base which was shaped like a heavy set of balls. Her favorite toys were the ones that shot into her, being creamed by hot spunk and having it ooze out against her inner thighs made her hornier by the moment. With her lust in full swing, she lifted her shirt up and prepared to get to work on feeding that carnal hunger for cock before hearing the door downstairs slam shut.
The doe gave a shocked squeal and was surprised to see her boy home early, the digital clock on her dresser by her bed showing 5:20 pm. Normally he'd be home by 6, feeling her blue lace panties having done what its cold to hold back that moisture while her legs rubbed against each other. Her fun would have to wait for now, gripping the base of that flesh colored phallus and kissing the tip, "I'll deal with you later big boy...." smirked the sexy doe, promising to come back to it soon and slipping it into the plastic storage tub which was hidden back under her bed. Though before going down, she decided to change into something more comfortable, shivering as the cold air brushed over those hot moist nethers once the jeans and that lace was pulled down her thighs and knees.
Sticky lace or satin felt wonderful when they were pulled off, usually when the foreplay was over. That memory was still hot in her mind from her more ravenous youth, grabbing a hand towel to wipe herself down while also avoiding to tease herself even more so. Joseph was given an early dismissal from practice lucky for him, the big game being tomorrow and coach deciding that he would have to rest. His room was pretty much what you would expect of a boy his age, blue walls, wooden shelves with action figures of his youth and his wooden bed covered in black bedsheets with flying bats around it. To everyone's surprise, he found bats and most flying creatures to be pretty cool since flight was a very unique and rare trait to see since dragons, bats and birds were among the rarer species around.
That heavy backpack was tossed on the side of his bed, textbooks always being a massive pain in the ass for him to carry. The day was pretty nice, though the players on his team were nervous for the big game as they were up against one of the best teams around. If they win this, they'll be on their way to the championships, though they lost faith when they heard they're going up against the best team with a running back that even got him worried. They're the only varsity team with a cheetah as their running back, a transfer student planned by their coach and his speed was unmatched by anyone. Joseph was wondering how to handle him since the videos he studied on him showed that he not only out sped him, he out maneuvered him too. Though from what he saw, he was somewhat fragile, wondering if he could somehow get him benched with a strong enough tackle.
"Man....That Nigle is a speed demon...can we really win this?" he wondered as he took off his brown shirt, the sweat from practice having clung to his body. He wrapped a towel around his lower half once his jeans came off, keeping boxers on anyway because of a personal thing that wouldn't let him just wander around naked. The purse on the kitchen table let him know that mom was home but she was probably relaxing since he knows she arrives home around 5. While carrying a bathrobe over his shoulder, generally only wearing it after the shower, he left his room and turned right towards the kitchen, where the bathroom was towards the back right of the house. To the left towards the kitchen was the door to the basement, which was under the stairs to upstairs where his mom's bedroom and her personal private bathroom were.
Thinking was the only thing on his mind as he walked, not even noticing his mother doe as she took a step down and saw her son walking towards the bathroom to shower. She stopped on her tracks seeing him without a shirt, not doing so for years and surprised to see how toned he was. That proud motherly instinct caused a smile to form since she was doing a good job keeping him fed. Although he was not an herbivore like her, she kept the fridge stocked with both meat and veggies to give him a well-balanced diet. Some parents would force their adopted children to accept one or the other if they were that species, having done her research ahead of time and avoiding doing something that would hurt her child down the line.
Though...from this angle...that masculine form was quite impressive to look at, that almost 16-year-old son of his quite a looker. Those thoughts were soon broken once the bathroom door was shut, the doe realizing she had been forming odd images in her head, "...He's going to make some girl proud. More of a man than "he" ever was..." she muttered to herself, continuing downstairs and getting to work on a salad for herself and starting something she had just learned. It was a dish that was generally made with beef but the cookbook explained it could be substituted with veggies instead, "Right. Lasagna....now then...let's get that tomato sauce and cucumber going!" giggled the giddy doe, having made her own sauces from home grown peppers and tomatoes.
Joseph was impressed at the food that night, giving his thanks with a big hug to his mother from the side which he started since his growth spurt. Before he could hug her and her stomach without issue, now her bosom would be in the way and he didn't want to make things weird for her. The living room was to the left of Joseph's room, where they spent the evening watching reality shows and sci-fi shows, two things they happened to have in common. The couch was made for large species in mind so Joseph had a lot of couch space for himself. Katelyn had changed to a very tight set of purple PJs, and a light white t-shirt. If it wasn't so dark, you could see the black bra keeping those nips from being visible, knowing she had to be modest around her son. Joseph had a set of green plaid PJs and laid on his side, his legs a few inches away from his doe mother. The excitement on TV was the announcement of a new show coming out, with the original cast of the old one working with a modern crew in space.
"Man...so Celestial Walk was big when you were a kid mom? I kinda like the new series. They're more gung-oh and not so cheesy." remarked Joseph, comparing the two shows with an opinion of his own. Kids today don't understand the impact a show like that made on them, concerned with how they tried to reboot it to appeal to kids today, "Yea, everyone watched it hon. And...you may think it is cheesy, and a bit campy. But it always tried to teach us a lesson, like accepting anyone despite of species, race or color. That is why the crew is varied in species and an even mix of male and female. Though it's 9:30. You need to rest up for your big game! 6 pm you said right?" reminded a concerned doe, knowing he needs to rest up both physically and mentally for the big game.
Joseph yawned and stretched, normally going to bed at 11 but sleep now was not a bad idea. The foodening was making tiring him out since he pigged out on that lasagna, "Alright alright. Night mom." saying his farewells while standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Kateyln giggled and kissed his forehead, turning off the TV and also heading to her room. With her child exhausted and off to bed, now was the time to act upon the treat she had been waiting for. Not for a moment did she or her labia forget about tasting the newest part of her collection. That shirt flew off like a rubber band off a delinquent's fingers, giving a sigh of relief with that black bra being unhooked and falling to the floor. Those carted melons expanded to its proper size, barely doing their job with how aroused she was getting already.
"Mmm...boy is in bed. Momma can finally play." grinned the doe, licking her lips while getting on her knees to pull out her secret sash. The red satin panties complimenting her juicy buns were already getting stuck to that labia from the moisture leaking those pink lower lips, gripping the silicone shaft and resting it on the edge of her mattress. The shine in her eyes returned staring intently at that fake cock, normally being less interesting than the real thing and never really getting her going in the past. Lack of realism didn't stop her from getting herself going however, keeping that realistic human dildo in place and connecting the tube coming out of the cock to the fake semen sac.
As she was going to start going down on that rod, she remembered that for a real semen like feeling, the sack should be microwaved a bit to increase the temperature, otherwise it wouldn't feel like it really was male spunk. The doe shook her head, not planning on going downstairs where she could wake Joseph up and ruin her chances of having a good time. The place to keep it warm was in the hottest place she knew, having gotten the dildo with the 5-foot-long cord with the semen sack, special order for the larger males or females who needed to get in certain positions without compromising getting their hands on the mechanism for a fake climax. One hand moved that thing gently between her legs, those thighs closing around it and keeping it snug against a wanting lusting pussy held back by a thin layer of red satin.
Soon she closed her eyes for a moment to think back, remembering one such human who had a thing for herbivores. He wasn't the most popular or attractive male, though that isn't always a reason to sleep with someone. In public he was a nice guy but once those bedroom doors shut, that docile human became more vicious and domineering than any wolf or carnivore she'd been with, "Mmmmm...nice and hard...I'll make you cum as you wish..." she thought to herself, her memory of every sexual romp very vivid and served to have her improve and milk out more spunk until they were spent. That lust was the perfect catalyst to further her imagination, licking the tip of the plastic phallus, her thighs squeezing tightly for a moment to squirt out a bit of semen, simulating the leakage of pre coming out from an aroused partner.
The bit of white dots on her lips were lapped up by an eager tongue, that slutty doe kissing the tip and licking around it, tonguing the mushroom shaped head. It was a very intriguing shape she thought, slurping around it and idolizing the shaft and imagining a hand on her head to encourage her to go harder, "Such a good girl. But you can do better. Show me you want that cock....that semen." fantasized that whore of a doe, being ordered to go for broke making her fur stand on end. While kissing the tip, the doe let out deep lustful murr, almost forgetting that she wasn't alone in the quite house. She wanted that cum, that seed, all for herself, parting those lips and giving a muffled moan feeling the shaft rub against the roof of her mouth, keeping one hand on the cock's base, pulling her head back and bobbing repeatedly on her partner's thick member.
So much pent up lust, too much for those satin panties to handle. That doe pussy caused quite a wet spot between her legs, and over the semen sack, her thighs rubbing together gently from that stimulation. Small jots of safe to swallow fake seed squirted into her mouth, that muffled moan showing her enjoyment for feeling what would be her partner enjoying himself. Though she lowered a hand between her legs to click the tube lock on the semen sack, wanting to save a good bit for the massively messy finish since every time she felt her crotch jolt with pleasure, she'd squeeze out a squirt or two. To decide when to handle it, she kept one hand on the sac, unable to resist touching herself by this point.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" she imagined her partner saying, her fingers lightly resting against the dark wet spot stuck to her labia. She slowed down her bobbing, giving a muffled whine. Though the voice in her head didn't sound the same as before, not giving it much thought though before she looked up to see a slightly different body. A well-defined set of abs and chest, but the face was obscured before fully taking that tip into her throat. It wasn't too hard luckily since 9 inches isn't terribly long, but it was a good size for oral since it wouldn't cause a possibility of choking. However once that mushroom shaped tip was welcomed by those throat muscles, she could hear her partner grunt, though no amount of imagination could simulate the throbbing and heat of the real deal so some possible pleasure was lost, "Nghh...such a good mmmm...you've earned allowance to rub that pussy...you'll have to prepare anyway..I'm going to fuck you hard mothe...." said this voice to her, now realizing it was sounding a bit like Joseph.
Like a good whore she did what she was told though, that arousal ignoring what she thought she heard and focusing on what she wanted. Eager fingers slipped right in into that soaked satin, overflowing with juices that seeped out and travelled down her leg. Such a mess from a dirty slut, a mess she'll have to clean up later with the same fingers busy spreading her lower lips and massaging just around her clit. Her moaning was growing louder and more intense, the other hand holding the semen sack starting to get an itchy trigger finger. By now most of her partners would be close to cumming, hearing her partner grunting and jerking the cock against the back of her throat to simulate bucking against her, "Nnngh...yes mother...take it all you slut!" ordered her imaginary partner, despite it coming from what seemed to be her son. It was odd and troubling, yet she didn't stop enjoying it for a single moment.
That thumb of hers unlocked the sack and squeezed at full force, feeling that cum squirt from of the tip. It came out in gloriously generous gushes, a finale in the form of a fountain of semen all for herself, taking in the first three squirts, then pulling back and letting "Old Faithful" continue its geyser all over her face and blonde hair. That raw pleasure left her shivering, stuffing two fingers into that clenching vice of a pussy and feeling her own geyser while biting her lower lip. That satin would have to be washed now, along with that slight puddle now forming against her knees. If she didn't muffle that moan, the whole house would've probably shaken, her fantasy finally broken and shuddering in deep pleasure. It'd been awhile since she felt herself lost in her imagination, the realization dawning on her that her thoughts moved to get her off to her son. She struggled to get up as that orgasm was one of the more powerful ones she's had in a while, the hardwood floor needing to be disinfected and wiped down properly.
The doe's knees were shaking while she made her way to the bathroom, slipping out of the satin that played sponge tonight and tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. Her chest bobbed repeatedly while taking deep breaths and looking at herself in the mirror, "...that...was probably when I saw my boy earlier...no, it's nothing. Just a thought, nothing else..." she told herself, turning the faucet and getting to washing her hands and face. It took her a good 20 minutes to get cleaned up and into bed, taking a moment to gather her thoughts and tell herself it was simply nothing. A hand moved down to her stomach and almost went back to her now clean crotch, so close to going again despite the conflict in her mind. When she got into it, she reverted back to the slutty sloppy seconds semen slave without much care, though she had to focus and remind herself. Now she was Katelyn Daniels, Mother to a great human son and a garden associate. With a yawn she finally got to bed, needing to prepare for the big game and cheer Joseph on.