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Where You Going To Run To Now

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th June, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

• DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction, no references to people, living, dead or living impaired, is implied or condoned. This, as a work of fiction, contains content of a consenting pair of adults, but also of a delicate nature, that may offend some readers. It has been tagged appropriately, so fair warning, it contains incest between a mother and son, if you are uncomfortable with this, then please leave now -

Isabella cradled the crying fawn against her breasts, the baby just moments old, still slick with the fluid and blood from the birth, as she delicately licked it away with her supple tongue, to the horror and disgust of the anthropomorphic and human staff. To her, this was natural, it built the bonds of love and trust between fawn and mother - something her kind had done for thousands of years.

"My son, my sweet, gentle son - " Isabella whispered, before kissing the crying fawn on the forehead and trailing her hooflets along his cheek.

"Mrs. Blacktail, do you have the fathers number? I think he'd like to come meet his son -" Spoke the human nurse.

"His father?" Isabella looked up, a frown creasing the young whitetails forehead, before she sighed sadly. "He left me, the moment he found I was with fawn -"

"Oh, I'm - " Stammered the nurse, blushing in embarrassment and shame.

"It's fine, I have my baby, he's healthy and in my arms, what more could I desire?"

"As you wish, congratulations, he's a beautiful baby boy."

"Yes...he is..."

*

Sixteen years later...

*

Having grown up into a handsome, athletic and beautiful stag, Sean stood out on the front lawn, the Whitetail's eyes lifted to the crystal blue sky, as he inhaled a deep breath, his chest expanding and fur rippling in the breeze. He was naked as the day he was fawned, for amongst their kind, they shunned human accoutrements such as clothing and jewellery, preferring their natural, warm and soft fur.

His thoughts wandered, as he felt something brush against his wedge-like tail, then cold hooflets encircled his hips and arms pulled him back as a warm breath, then hot tongue licked the side of his throat. His nostrils flared before he turned his head slightly, to gaze back at his beloved mother, who looked at him with love and admiration.

"Hello mother," Sean smiled, as he turned about, then placed his paws either side of her cheeks and brushed noses with her, before cuddling her close. "Sleep well?"

Nodding her head, the elder Doe smiled and licked her son on the forehead - reaffirming the beautiful bond between stag and doe - and mother and child.

"Today is the day you were fawned - " Isabella smiled up at him, stepping back and taking her son's paws in hers, gazing at him from ear tip to cloven hooves. "It feels like only yesterday, you were this small, spotted fawn lying in my arms!. Now look at you, all grown up into a sweet, gentle and lovely buck."

Sweeping his ears back, Sean chuckled and cuddled her close again, feeling her warm breasts pressed against his taught pectoral muscles, her belly rubbing against his sheath.

"Mmm, the smell of you, freshly showered - " Sean sighed, then leaned his head down and pressed his nose to the hollow in her throat, where the deer scent gland was.

Tilting her head back, Isabella inadvertently brushed her groin against Sean's furred scrotum, causing the young buck's breath to catch in his throat as he gasped.

"Come inside," Isabella whispered, trailing a hooflet lightly across her son's cheek, then walking away, making a come hither gesture with her tail, the wedge-like tail flicking upwards and flagging from side to side. "Come get your birthday present - I think you will like it."

*

Isabella sat on a stool, as Sean closed and locked the door behind them, then pulled down the shades, plunging the room into a dim twilight. As Sean double checked the locks and windows, Isabella smiled up at her beloved son, before she gestured with her fingers and he obediently stepped forwards, then knelt before her.

"Here's your present - " Isabella smiled, as she took her paws and placed them on the back of her son's head, gently guiding him towards her groin.

Sean needed little encouragement, the scent having already filled his mind, as he lowered his head willingly and leaned forwards, giving his mothers labial folds a long, sensual sniff.

"Oh - " Isabella murmured, as she leaned back, paws splaying on her thighs.

Sean nuzzled for a few moments, before his long, warm tongue licked the outer edges, savouring the taste and smell, before he eagerly explored her willing vaginal depths. Tongue flicking and nuzzling, he soon had his black nose pressed against the top of her labia, as he hungrily licked, nuzzled and slurped with joyous abandon. Above him, Isabella grunted and panted, nodding her encouragement to the eager buck.

"Oh, yes my love, my son - my mate - " Isabella moaned helplessly, her paws trembling against her thighs, as the gifted young buck continued pleasuring her.

For nearly an hour, Sean's tongue explored Isabella's labia and the long, sweet warmth of her sex, before Isabella squealed and gripped him by the back of the head, her hips thrusting against his muzzle as she felt the orgasm that he had brought her consume her in its unrelenting grasp.

Gasping, Sean lifted his muzzle, the fur wet and slick with the juices from his mother, before he used his tongue to lick them away and sat back on his rump, his tail flagging and brushing against his ankles.

"Beautiful as always, mother - " Sean smiled up at her. "I do so enjoy a lovely pleasure with you!"

Wiping away tears with the backs of her paws, Isabella looked down, seeing the firm erection of Sean, the ten inch long length twitching, parts of his pale belly slick with the pre-ejaculate that had been inadvertently released. Standing up, Isabella pushed the stool away with one cloven hoof, before she straddled Sean's knees and felt him grip his penis in one paw, before she carefully sat - sliding his member into her body.

"Oh - " Sean gasped, his hips giving a sharp buck, as he involuntarily lunged and Isabella moaned in delight.

"Easy young one - " Isabella laughed delicately, as she squirmed slightly and began a slow, sensual rocking motion - lifting her hips up so he was barely brushing her labia - then sliding herself back down again. "Oh, that feels so good! So delicious and fulfilling, I knew from birth, you were going to be a large stag - I wasn't prepared for just - how large..."

Sean's mind tried to flee into the pleasure of making love to the doe - instinct's desiring him to rut her hard and fast, two thrusts at most and he would ejaculate inside her - instincts he'd fought since he was twelve to supress, to a limited degree.

"That's it my dear, sweet mate - " Isabella whispered, as she nibbled along the cup of Sean's right ear, then she gasped as he bucked again, slamming his hips against her with a sharp slap.

"Sorry - " Sean gasped, as he fought the instincts that burned through his body like fire.

"No need to be sorry love," Isabella replied, as she resumed nibbling the ear. "You buck's find it difficult to suppress, besides, it feels - wonderful...a strong, strapping stag, those feral thrusts..."

"Nnnngh!" Sean gurgled, as he snapped his hips up again, this time he gripped Isabella's hips tight.

She sighed in delight, feeling his penis inside her as it throbbed and pulsated, the thick spurts of his hot semen pumped deep into her body again and again, his scent filled with the musky scent from his glands. Her vaginal muscles gripped, squeezed and rippled, their powerful contractions milking the young stag's penis of his precious gift, whilst Sean gasped and trembled helplessly.

"Oh, the pleasure of feeling this my love, truly, words can not describe - " Isabella panted, feeling his penis still throbbing against her quivering vaginal walls.

"I - " Sean wheezed, then swallowed and trembled. "I'm so sorry mother - "

Leaning back, which made Sean gasp as she squeezed her labial muscles along him again, Isabella held him at paws length, looking into his eyes.

"Why apologise my dear, sweet son? What we shared is a beautiful, sensual and pleasurable thing! You can not help your instinct love. They are hard wired into our bodies, into our very cells."

"I'm - I'm not a feral Buck, I shouldn't just - " Sean began, before Isabella placed a paw over his mouth and shushed him, before she leaned forwards and pressed her lips against his.

His eyes closed and he sighed through his nostrils, feeling his mothers warm, slippery tongue and saliva mingling with his, as she rocked back and forth upon him. Sean knew he would stay erect as long as his mother remained mounted upon him - and each quiver of her folds made him grunt deep in his chest, as Isabella's eyes widened and she pulled back again, then smiled and looked into her son's eyes, her own sparkling with the love and affection she shared - those emotions shining back at her from his.

To Be Continued...