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Skittering down the board as he had rolled a five, little Jonny landed on a blue square. Way to close for comfort, considering it was right next to the "Bankrupt" space. Then again, it wouldn't have changed much in this game of chance. He was still losing, something that neither player could help but pray on the die.

"Dodged that one pretty good, now let's see where I will land next." A rather feminine voice spoke.

"Yeah...like I nearly dodged it the last three times. Stupid game." Jonny being the young fox he was, pouted a bit at the thought of loosing, again.

"It's just a game sweet heart," Kerry tried to explain. "I bet if this were a game of skill, you would be a winner. I have no doubt in my mind about that ." Putting on the best loving motherly smile that she could, she grabbed the dice, and rolled them in her paw a bit.

"Yeah..." Jonny managed to whisper. Granted, that did make him feel a little bit better...It couldn't be his fault that he was losing. It was just infuriating, not being able to control what is happening. Like fate, it ran through different courses, and to Jonny, it simply felt like the game was playing against him.

But...there was so much more going on in his head, than just the game. Distractive thoughts kept coming up about his late dad. Had it been a week already since the accident? Jonny silently wished he'd suddenly be okay, and come bursting through the door like nothing ever happened. The desperate feeling began to bloat again, feeling an uneasy loss as he gazed at the tan carpeted floor with his deep hazel eyes, ignoring briefly that he was playing a board game with his mother. His mind suddenly jerked to the board as two dice hit it in a clatter, the sound bringing him back. The dice rolled, bouncing off the game board and making dazzling spins before revealing their numbers.

A lucky 7, leading Kerry to a space marked as, "Jackpot." She mentally cursed at herself for getting an even bigger lead over her son.

"I hate this stupid game!" The eight year old fox said in a sudden uproar, standing up. "I just wanna win!" His fists balled up, emotionally distraught as he began to turn away to flee. Why did bad things always happen to him?

"Now wait Jonny, wait-" Before his mom could say anything, Jonny had tears already, running down the short hallway into his room. There was a shuttering slam of a hard wood door as she felt the aftershock through the one story house. "Oh dear..."

Concerned, she got up, dusted her tight blue jeans off, and walked up to his door. "Jonny? Are you okay?" the side of her muzzle was pressed up against the wooden slab of door, listening. she heard soft sobbing.

"NO!" the fox spouted, "Why doesn't a-anything go r-right! I 'jus wanna...'jus wanna..." was all he could say before his head felt like a swell, eyes trying to release it all as his muzzle became wet with many tears. Curled up in a ball like this on his bed, was something only he knew how to do in stressful situations.

Kerry, gentle Kerry, opened the door to see him. She sat close to him on the bed, making her presents known as he felt the cushioning springs press downward beside him. "Please? Talk to me..." As she placed a paw on Jonny's shoulder, Motherly instincts seemed to be able to calm him. His whimpers quieted a little, poor miserable thing. "I know it's hard for us. But I want you to know something, okay?"

He quipped a little, sniffling what sounded like a response. She paused a bit, shuffling closer to him, paw rubbing along his back.

"I want you to know that you are my special little boy, and no matter what happens, mommy will always love you."

In an instant, the fox turned quickly up at his mother, lunging at her, arms wide open in a hug. Breathing became rapid as he tried his best to talk. "I-I m-m-miss daddy! Wh-why did he haf'ta go-ooo!" Arms squeezed tightly around him, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable.

After her husband's death, things have gotten rather tricky, Kerry had to admit. Especially with her boy. Raising him alone, finding a job with hours that would allow her to pick him up after school...it all just fell apart one day.

"Shh...shh...it's okay baby, it's okay..." she held him ever so closely, rocking to and fro, doing everything she could to fix the biggest problem of them all. He nuzzled firmly into her, just the shock of it all hitting him again. He let loose all of his feelings, no longer bottling them up. There was no reason to, just no reason to hold them back. Her gentle rubs on his head gave him a feeling of sanctuary, her body and arms made up his own little bubble where he could cry away. wet tears dripped on her buttoned up blouse, but she didn't mind, not one bit. He stopped his moping a bit, sniffles still.

Some time passed as he was curled up there, embraced so. It helped her too, as she did her fair share of crying. it only made it feel so much better that she mourned with her child.

"Jonny?" She spoke softly. Barley a soft nod in response. "It...it's getting late..." she sighed, so much time passing. She felt her shirt was soaked with his tears, and that some of her own had somehow escaped, and landed on his buried head.

"I dun wanna go ta bed mommy." He snuggled up against her again, hands gripping at her sides and arms, dearly not wanting to let go. Was it a futile move? He would soon know.

"Jonny?" she repeated again. No answer, just a quiet whimper he tried to hold in.

"Would you like to sleep with me?" That little statement made him raise his head. His puffy eyes meeting hers.

"Y-yes." She smiled at him, hand coming close to his face, wiping a stray tear with her thumb off his chin. Something proved right as she saw him beaming a little at her, filling her with pride. Lifting the cub up into her arms, she took him into the master bedroom.

The room was dark, had a nice big bed, with heavy covers, layers of blankets, and lots of pillows. This was the room where they would come to after a hard day's work. The room to sit and relax in, nice and quietly. No room was quite as clean, yet messy with comforts as any other. Jonny would sometime accompany his parents, some family time away from the TV. But those days are gone now.

She gently laid him in the bed, and he looked up at her. A watery smile, but a smile none the less. "Mommy?" he said as she got in bed. On her side, she scooted close and pulled the covers over both of them.

"Yes?" full attention was on him.

He got snug and warm, resting his head as close to her as possible. "Good night mommy. I love you."

"Mommy loves you too." She put an arm around him, both drifting to sleep.

She woke up hours later, eyes blinking open. Still dark out. And Jonny, was still at rest peacefully right by her. Her sweet little boy, he deserves so much. Not this drama, not this sorrowful feeling. She shook her head and petted the side of his face, arm moving under the sheets. So cute too, must be hard on him. Not so strangely, he smiled a little, mouth twitching as he nuzzled up to her again, finding that warmth oh so nice.

"You love mommy, don't you?" she asked the sleeper, not getting an answer back. She moved his head a little, hand guiding it's self around his ears and neck. He pressed his muzzle up close to her chest, laying his head against motherly breasts like a pillow.

"You want to be closer...?" she asked silently again, the dark room hiding them both, the covers so warm. She began to unbutton her shirt, beginning with the top. To uncomfortable anyway to be wearing things, it felt good to loosen up. Now an open shirt, she unhooked her undergarment, letting loose even further, sliding the straps off her shoulders, away in a slip from her body. Cleavage of her chest was no longer hiding, even if she still wore the white unbuttoned shirt. Shapely, very soft to touch, fur so toasty with a nipple on each. She brought his little body closer still, his head right in her chest.

"There we go..." a smile across her muzzle as she tried to move her right breast a bit, rolling it so her nipple touched his lips. The pinkish red tip prodded a little, moving as she breathed. Lips feeling, touching as it was pressed against them. Jonny was still asleep, breathing lightly as the pillow like boob pressed a bit more, making him open his mouth.

Kerry's spongy, yet firm teat began to disappear slowly in Jonny's mouth, furred lips closing around it. She couldn't help but to smile at the sight she saw. Baby boy nursing on her delicate tip, suckling it lightly in his slumber. Her smile spread further, remembering.

"Just like those good old days. Do you remember? You'd do this with mommy a lot when you were barley bigger then my arms. So tiny," head tilted to the side a bit, smile softening a little. A soft giggle as she felt his lips press along the side of her nipple, making a smacking noise. "But you don't remember those days, do you?"

She sighed, leaning her head on her pillow, feeling her son's muzzle pressed up against her boobs, mouth sucking diligently on that pinkish red peak. Nipple rolled along Jonny's lips, his basic nature telling him to draw and drink on the fleshy, now pert tit.

"mmm..." Kerry moaned a little, finding that Jonny was therapeutic, pleasing in a very good way. She felt tension began to relax, those tight ropes in her head loosening. "That's it baby...that's it..." Just being able to lay in bed with her shirt opened, feeling the soft breeze, and the occasional tug on her breast sent tingles that radiated throughout her voluptuous body. Arm reached around him as she petted the nape of his neck, his ears, careful paws exploring the boys head.

Sleepiness got the best of her again, eyes getting heavy as ears picked up the noises her boy was making. Kerry noted that the noises were a bit wet...Jonny must be exuding from his mouth, and she felt that too. The mammary area around his muzzle was feeling more pert and stiff, especially with his lips lapping wetly around his mothers tit. Defiantly getting stiffer, she observed as her squishy, cozy furry chest was used.

It felt good, and she gladly admitted it. Just the moment of being alone with him in the dark, letting him kiss and suck her teat let her collect herself. Another quiet moan came out as Jonny sleepily bit a little, hard fleshy nipple getting pinched, his head resting peacefully on his side. His face pressed up close to her bulbous, warm bosom, cuddling. He touched her in her braless jugs with his nose, burying himself every so often. Kerry even took his head, and pressed him a bit more into her breasts, trying to encourage him to do more. Button shirt open freely, blankets covering their bodies together.

It was, she wanted to remark, that she hadn't changed out of her blue jeans. Uncomfortable still, she wanted to take those off as well. She opened her eyes back up, and saw him still going at it. Sucking ever so lightly. It tickled in a way that she didn't want it to stop. No...she couldn't take her pants off, not right now anyway. It would disturb him. Besides, she was just too tired to do anything about it at the moment. Leaning over, she gave one of his ears a lick. "Mommy is going to sleep now..." she petted the back of his neck, "You go ahead and keep going for...as long as you like." Another quiet moan as she felt her nipple tweaked a little, being wetted and pulled on with lips. More smacking as his lips would leave her tit for a brief moment, then envelop it again in a sucking motion. She closed her eyes, laying her head back down with a smile.