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Max and Mrs. Marpole

By WithFurvor

It was a warm Sunday afternoon, the sun shone in through the windows as birds chirped, and standing in her living room Sylvia Marpole was incredibly, enduringly, ridiculously bored. It had been a full year since she had married Goofy and quit her job at the college library. Now she was a house wife. Of course, she wouldn't have minded working but Goofy insisted on trying to be the provider for the household. She had fallen in love with the man for his charm, his humor, and his passion. However, lately she had seen none of those aspects. In fact, she had not seen Goofy in the waking hours in some time at all.

Goofy was always working. And, try though she might to fill her day with activity Sylvia had already dusted the lamps, shelves, and ceiling fans. She had vacuumed and mopped every floor, wiped down every countertop. She had gone through great lengths to reorganize the entirety of the living room, a project she'd been wanting to get to for some time. She had even taken time to catch up on her favorite television shows, and now here she was. Bored.

At this point she wasn't certain whether the spark had gone out in her relationship, or if it had just been so long since she'd had a chance to be intimate with her husband that she could no longer recall what that spark felt like. She knew one thing for certain, she was starting to get quite frustrated. Not just frustrated at her husbands absence, but frustrated sexually. Sylvia had been considering cheating on Goofy, but where could she ever find a handsome dog like him?

"Ah, fuck!" A loud thud came from outside, followed by the sound of Max coming in through the back door.

"Mrs. Marpole," Max said, limping to the couch. "I fell trying to pull a trick on my ramp in the back yard, I think I twisted my ankle."

"Oh, Sweetie! Here let me get you an ice pack." Sylvia rushed to the freezer as Max took a seat on the couch. She took out an ice pack and brought it over to Max with a concerned look on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," said Max, taking the ice pack from her and resting it to his ankle gently. "I'll be alright, Ms. Marpole. Thanks for the pack."

"Maxie I told you not to call me Ms. Marpole." Sylvia tutted, sitting down next to the young canine. "Call me Sylvia, or mom if you're comfortable with that." She blushed a little at the thought.

"Heh," Max looked away from her. "Sure thing Ms. Sylvia."

"Does it... make you uncomfortable?" Sylvia asked slowly. "Calling me mom, I mean?"

"No!" Max spoke defensively, a bit too quickly. "It might even be nice, you know. I never even knew my real mom...," he trailed off.

"Goofy never talks about her." Sylvia knew she was treading on to a painful subject, but she had to admit she had always wondered what ever became of Goofy's first wife. "What happened to her?"

"She died when I was real young." Max looked down at the couch. "I... I never really pressed it further with dad. He doesn't like to talk about it." Max turned the ice pack over on its other side nervously.

Sylvia realized she had pushed a little too far.

"Well...," She said, quickly trying to change the subject. "Why don't we spend some mother son time together today? We could watch movies!"

"Yeah, that sounds pretty good actually." Said Max, lightening up.

With a wide smile Sylvia jumped down to the cabinet under the television to look through the family DVD collection. Her rear bobbed behind her in her excitement, grabbing the brief attention of Max who looked away as quickly as he had looked. Having not seen this, Sylvia perused the DVDs.

"Hmm....," Said Sylvia, pulling out a dvd case with a rabbit and fox on the front of it. "What about Zootopia?"

"No way," replied Max. "That one's for kids."

"Oh, do you think so?" Sylvia said with a tone of slight disappointment. "Maxie wants something more adult...," she trailed off.

Sylvia bent back over, her back toward the teenage canine. As she did her jeans fell a bit low on her rear, exposing her underwear. To Max's delight Sylvia was wearing a light pink thong, the very top of which he could see peeking out of her pants along with just the top most of her luscious rear. He wanted to look away, but the sight was just so appealing...

"What about Das Boot?" Said Sylvia, turning around to face Max.

"W-what?" Said Max nearly jumping up in his seat at the idea of being caught staring at his step-mom. "No way," He finally pipped up, pretending to adjust his ice pack while trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. "Unless you want to be bored for four hours."

"So cynical!" Sylvia chided playfully, looking back at the DVD collection. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Let's watch Saturday Night Fever!"

"What?" said Max. "Isn't that about Disco?"

"Yeah!" Said Sylvia girlishly.

Without waiting for an answer Sylvia excitedly loaded the disc in the tray and pressed the button to close it, hopping up on the couch. She looked at Max with a big grin on her face. "This has been one of my absolute favorites ever since I was... Well," She blushed a bit, looking away for a moment. "Sine I was about your age." She said, turning her head to look at Max again. "About a hundred years ago."

"Heh, I'm sure it wasn't that long ago Ms. Marpole." Replied Max, then adding. "You can't be any older than twenty five."

"You're quite the charmer, just like your father." Sylvia said as she picked up the remote, pressing play. "And call me 'mom'"

"Sure thing, mom."

Sylvia went quiet as the movie started with a scene of a city skyline, that faded in to Disco music. Soon, bell bottoms and shoes were on screen, panning all the way up to the face of a young John Travolta. Max looked over to Sylvia and she seemed star struck. Something about Disco really did it for her. He hadn't seen her this excitable since he had seen her with his dad at that night club in college. They had come dressed in zoot suits and bribed the DJ to play disco so that they could tear up the floor.

"Travolta is such a hunk in this movie!" She proclaimed with her hands clasped together at her chest. She bit her bottom lip as the scene went on, her eyes glued to Travolta every moment he was on screen. Max had to laugh.

"How's your ankle feeling?" asked Sylvia, hearing the laugh and feeling a bit embarrassed. Max took the ice pack from his ankle and moved it around.

"It feels a lot better, actually." He answered, setting the pack aside for the moment.

As they sat together watching the movie Max's mind was drawn back to the sight of Sylvia's thong. Honestly, now that he was thinking about it, she was an incredibly attractive woman. He could definitely see what his father saw in her. Then, suddenly, as he slyly looked her over he noticed a change in her demeanor. Her breathing was different. Then he looked back to the movie and he understood. It was a sex scene, and judging by the way his step mother was acting she was very in to it. Her eyes were practically glazed over with lust.

"Having fun, mom?" Max teased.

"Oh." Sylvia blushed again, staring at Max wide eyed as though he could read the thoughts running through her mind. Suddenly she was incredibly horny, dripping wet inside of her thong. She held the younger canine's gaze for a moment, unsure what to say.

"Sorry, it's just been a while." Sylvia apologized.

"Really? From the sight of your thong I figured you were gearing up to get busy with dad tonight." Max replied smugly.

Sylvia blushed, her paw going to the edge of her waist band reflexively. How had he seen her thong? She looked over at the DVD cabinet under the TV and realization hit her. He must have seen it when she was bent over. Embarrassing though the thought was, Sylvia was horny and Max did sound interested... She shook her head.

"No." She spoke softly, looking away. "Honestly it's been some time since your father and I had any fun in the bedroom."

Saturday Night Fever played distantly in the background as Max thought about how best to reply. He placed a gloved paw on her step mother's thigh, looking right at her.

"Do you need... help?"

Sylvia's head snapped around so that her eyes met his. She looked at the paw on her thigh, then back to the boy's eyes. Was he really so bold? All in a moment Sylvia considered the consequences of giving in to the younger canine, what it could do to her relationship with his father. She thought about how bad she might feel afterward, and how wrong it would be.

And then she kissed him.

Max was ready for it, immediately wrapping both arms around her as he felt her tongue press past the barrier of his lips. He wanted to take control of the situation but, after all, he was just a boy and Sylvia was already on top of him. In fact, she was already pulling her shirt up and over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the teenager as she broke the kiss. She grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him close so that she could look him straight in the eyes.

"If we're going to do this, you're going have to promise to make mommy cum." She breathed.

"O-okay." Max nodded with nervous excitement."I promise."

Biting her lip, Sylvia stood up and pulled her pants off, exposing the thong that Max had been so curious about. She laid next to him on the couch, staring at him for a moment with her bare legs spread to either side. Max took in the sight of her, the calves leading up to those voluptuous thighs and between them the barely hidden treasure that he craved, just under the front of that light pink thong. Seeing how mesmerized the young canine was, Sylvia smirked. She extended her paw and motioned him to come closer with her forefinger.

"Why don't you get that jaw off of the floor and put it to use down here?" She pointed at her nether regions, still sporting that confident smirk. Max looked down, he could see the wet spot that was oh so telling of Sylvia's arousal. He knew just what to do. Placing his gloved paw on either side of her thighs Max slowly leaned down until his head was just between them. He took a moment to nuzzle the older woman's crotch, taking in the scent with a pleased smile. It was intoxicating. He used one paw to gently move the crotch of the thong aside, exposing the glistening lips of Sylvia's pussy.

"Well," Sylvia chided. "Don't just stare at it!"

Sylvia grabbed the back of Max's head and pushed his mouth against her vagina. Her fingers pulled tightly at his headfur. The forcefulness sent a shiver down Max's spine, and immediately he got to work. Without using his fingers he pushed his tongue past her soft vaginal lips, pressing in to see how deep he could go. He could feel the tightness of her inner walls around his tongue, and the taste drove him wild. He swirled his tongue around and squeezed at her inner thigh with the paw he kept placed there, eliciting a low moan from Sylvia.

Sylvia was descending in to a state of absolute pleasure, feeling both an incredible sensation and state of relaxation that she had not felt in a long time. As Max worked his tongue around the very inside of her, she played with his headfur gently. Something about having a younger male under her control like this really turned her on. Feeling bold, she placed a leg on the top of the couch, the other she raised up and set atop Max's shoulder. She closed her eyes and let out a pleased sigh as the pleasure began to build.

"Use your fingers." She commanded.

Max was happy to oblige, his mind alight with lust. Taking his paw from Sylvia's thigh, he moved his mouth back and extended two fingers to press them against her sensitive entrance. He looked up so that he could see her expression, licking her taste from his lips. As he pushed his fingers in to his step-mother, she did not disappoint him. Her eyes closed slowly and he bit her bottom lip, tensing for a moment and then relaxing as a dopey smile crawled across her face.

"Good boy," She breathed, her fingers curling in Max's hair.

Encouraged by her praise Max lowered his head again, extending his tongue and gently pressing it against her clit. He began to make small circles around the sensitive nub as his fingers pumped in and out of his step-mother's tight cunt. He could hear her breathing, each breath growing deeper and more rapid as he pumped his fingers faster and faster inside of her. Sylvia lowered her leg from the couch and placed it on Max's other shoulder, opposite her other leg. Max suckled gently on her clit, and her thick thighs tightened around his head as her back arched and her body tightened with pleasure.

"C-curl... them... your fingers!" Sylvia panted, almost unable to speak. "I'm so close Max!"

Something about his step-mother saying his name like that drove Max mad with lust. Happily, he curled his fingers up to stroke against Sylvia's G-Spot. He alternated between circling her clitoris with his tongue, and then placing his lips around it and sucking roughly. Sylvia started to moan loudly, her body somehow both tightening up and shivering simultaneously. She pulled at his headfur with a reckless abandon, and it hurt a bit but Max was determined to give his step-mother the orgasm she so obviously needed. Finally, he felt it.

Sylvia's back arched again, and she began to rock her hips in to Max's face wildly as her orgasm engulfed her, sending her over that that cliff of pleasure in to an ocean of relief.

"Yes! Fuck! Oh my God, yes!"

Her legs locked and her mind went numb as the full force of the climax overtook her. She released Max's hair and punched the couch with the side of her fist out of reflex, then grabbing at it tightly. Moaning loudly, she squirted out on to Max's mouth and paw with a great spasm. After a moment, her legs went limp and she laid there with a dopey smile on her face- seemingly unconcerned with Max still being somewhat under her.

The young Goof pulled himself out from under her and looked at his gloved paw with a grin, then turning to Sylvia.

"Was that what you needed?" He said, still grinning.

"Mmmm..." Sylvia hummed to herself, her eyes closed as she stretched out a bit more on the couch, totally relaxed.

"Yes it was, Maxie. Yes it was."

"Good," Said Max, grinning as he stood up and walked over to his step-mother's head. He unzipped his pants and laid out his erection on Sylvia's face boldly. "Because you need to take care of this."

Sylvia blushed and then a lewd smile overtook her face, her eyes lowering as she opened her mouth and repositioned her face wordlessly. The small circle that was her open mouth found the shaft of her step-son's throbbing cock, and she dragged her lips sideways along it. Back and forth, her lips and tongue worked over Max's shaft. Syvlia's warm breath elicited a soft moan from Max. Encouraged by the sound, Sylvia reached over with a soft hand and gentle massaged the younger canine's testicles.

"Put it in your mouth." Max said breathlessly.

"Call me 'Mommy'" Sylvia said in a low voice.

"Suck me off, Mommy." Said Max more urgently.

Sylvia slid her open mouth along Max's shaft one last time from base to tip, which she quickly wrapped her lips around. Max gasped at the sensation of warmth and suction coupled with the stimulus of Sylvia squeezing and fondling his balls. He placed his hands on the back of the couch, leaning in to Sylvia's maw and pushing his hips forward slightly. As more of his shaft pushed in to her mouth and hit the back of her throat, Sylvia bobbed her head along his length sucking lovingly.

Max reached down with one hand and grabbed Sylvia's soft breast, squeezing it gently. He pinched at her nipple and felt her mouth tense around his shaft. Sylvia began bobbing her head faster, moaning out in a low hum without breaking the circle of her lips on his length. She moved her hand from his sac and placed it around the base of of his shaft. She squeezed gently, massaging the parts of Max's cock she couldn't fit in to her mouth. Max groaned out with pleasure, starting to thrust his hips back and forth.

Sylvia removed her hand from Max's shaft as he began to bare down on her more forcefully. She relaxed her throat and let Max fuck her mouth. She blushed, Goofy had never been this dominant with her. In this moment she wanted Max more than anything else in the world, and she showed this by sucking as hard as she could with each of his thrusts.

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum, Mom." Said Max in a rush.

Sylvia, excited, wrapped both of her arms around Max and pulled him deeper in to her throat, as deep as she possibly could. Max in the same effort grabbed the back of her head and pulled it closer. Once he was a deep as he could go Max let out a powerful groan and Sylvia felt his warm cum sliding down her throat and in to her stomach. She didn't even have to swallow, his length was so deep in to her throat.

Max let out another weak thrust as his seed shot out in bursts in to his step-mother's stomach. He looked down at her with a satisfied smile as his orgasm peaked, and them subsided. Sylvia slowly pulled his length from her throat, licking it lovingly once it was out of her mouth. She looked as though she might speak before the sound of a car door made the both of them jump.

"Shit! That's your father, I have to get dressed!"

Sylvia jumped to her feet and rushed to get her clothes back on, Max zipped up his pants in a panic and they both sat back down in record time. The end credits of Saturday Night Fever played in the background as the door opened.

"Hyuk! Hiya everybody!" Said Goofy, entering the house. With a slight blush Sylvai stood and rushed over to greet her husband.

"Hi there sweetie! How was work?"

"Long! Give me a kiss and get me some coffee, will ya hun?"

Max watched as the lips that had moments ago made him cum so hard pressed against his father's mouth.

'Nice,' He thought.

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