Momma's Birthday Present

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Alphonse gives Minerva the best birthday present a son can give.


It had been thirteen years since Alyssa had given birth to Alex Fletcher's child. The baby, a boy, had been adopted by Alex and his wife and had grown up in their household, more their son than Alyssa's. Minerva Stryker was humming to herself as she prepared a little lunch for herself in the kitchen, when she heard the door open and then loudly bang shut. This could mean only one thing, she knew. Alphonse was home.

Alphonse returned from practice all hot and sweaty in his too-short little soccer shorts, pausing to take his cleats off at the door. He knew his mother didn't like him getting grass stains on her very expensive carpet. And although he enjoyed defying his father just because he could, Alphonse was quite obedient towards his mother, even if he knew she wasn't his "real" mother. Setting the shoes and soccer ball by the door, Alphonse wandered into the kitchen to get something to drink.

The horse smiled at him as he came in. "Oh, hey there, sweetie. When did you get back?" She of course knew damn well when, but was making small talk. When Alphonse didn't reply, Minerva asked a different question. "Did you enjoy practice?"

"Eh, it was okay, I guess," Alphonse said. Opening the fridge he retrieved the carton of Sunny-D and set it on the countertop. "Roger Keegan was being a buttwipe and Coach Klemens yelled at me when I punched him."

Minerva set aside the knife she'd been using to slice up veggies and moved over to ruffle the boy's hair. Alphonse was thirteen, with a short mop of red hair similar to his grandfather's, and narrow, cruel green eyes which nonetheless brightened with love at the sight of his mother.

Alphonse jerked away from the hair-ruffle and went and got a glass as he talked, pouring himself some of the juice. He then guzzled it quickly, some of it running out from between his lips, down his chin and his throat to soak into the collar of his sweaty team shirt. Observing this, Minerva couldn't help but chuckle. The boy had his father's temper, that was for sure. And that adorable little scowl, as well.

She hugged the sweaty little thing but then recoiled from his stink and gave a playful laugh. "Go ahead and hurry to the bathroom," she ordered, administering a firm slap to that pert rear and kissing his cheek. "And change clothes."

The boy grumbled at the kiss but dutifully nuzzled back, showing affection even though he was still scowling angrily like he tended to. Being the sort of kid he was, he naturally left the carton of juice and the empty glass sitting on the counter as he walked out of the kitchen, pulling his shirt off as he went. Alphonse went into the laundry room and put the dirty shirt into the washing machine, then slipped off those too-short shorts and they went in as well.

Wearing naught but a pair of the bikini briefs his father encouraged him to wear, the young rabbit trotted up the stairs, in full view of Minerva observing from the kitchen doorway. Minerva giggled a bit as she watched her son go. He was growing into a very beautiful boy, everything Minerva had hoped for from a union between Alex and Alyssa, and already Minerva was experiencing a yearning for the child. She always had, but with Alex away on business in Europe the desire for her son was greater than ever.

As she returned to the kitchen to finish making and then consume her lunch, Minerva could feel her arousal building. On any other occasion she'd just corner Alex and fuck him to get her pent-up frustrations vented but with him all the way over in Europe, little Alphonse was the man of the house. As she returned the bottle of Sunny-D to the fridge and put the dishes into the sink and set about making a quick little lunch for her boy she licked her lips at the thought of him in nothing but those skimpy little briefs his father made him wear.

It wasn't at all unusual. In the Fletcher household, ever since Alex himself was a child, parents and children were encouraged to explorer one another. It was part of Fletcher family life. And, indeed, Minerva had tasted Alphonse a few times before. It wasn't like Alex was going to mind in the slightest, of course.

Upstairs, Alphonse showered and put on clean clothes, and then went into his room to play videogames. Smirking to herself, Minerva finished making Alphonse's lunch and then carefully loaded it onto a tray and carried it upstairs towards her little one's bedroom. Poking her head into his room, leaning a bit against the door, she observed him in the midst of playing some violent game on the PS3.

"Hey, kiddo," she said, "I got you a snack."

Alphonse paused the game and looked over his shoulder. He was lying on his bed on his tummy, pert boyish rump in his jeans nicely outlined and bunny tail twitching. A smile crossed his face and he rolled over onto his back and then sat up as Minerva came in.

"Thanks, Mom!" he said with a smile. "Happy Birthday, by the way!"

"I'm flattered that you remembered it at all, sugar," Minerva said.

She moved into the room, setting the tray down on the bed beside him and pulling him in against her side, tendering rubbing at his shoulder. Alphonse shook his head and snuggled against her side. Apart from occasional hugs from Alex, Minerva was the only one he was truly affectionate with.

"So, Mommy is wondering what it is that you got for her on this particular day."

At this, Alphonse he looked a little embarrassed. "Uh...I, uh, I only remembered it today and wasn't able to get you anything, Mom. I--I'm sorry.

The horse smiled a little bit as she moved her fingers up, rifling them softly through his hair, tweaking at one of his ears tenderly, making him churr softly. "Oh, you forgot Momma? Well, I suppose that can be forgiven. It's just a silly little day, after all. Although..."

She trailed off, and Alphonse blinked, looking suddenly interested as she turned her face away and pretended to be thoughtful. However, she carefully watched Alphonse out of the corner of one eye.

"I'm sure that Leslie remembered to get something for Aunt Alyssa on her birthday," she said. "I'm sure he even remembered to get me something for my birthday, too. He's such a thoughtful little thing."

Alphonse stiffened at the mention of his cousin. "That fucking suckup!" A nervous grin came over him, then. "Oh, uh, I mean, what a nice boy he is!"

Minerva smiled wider at her son's jealousy and giggled, something she'd been doing more often in the years since Alphonse's birth. Carefully she turned to sit with her hooves resting against the bottom of the bed, pulling the young teen up into her lap and playing with his ears once more. Without prompting Alphonse began snuggling closer to his mother. Far closer than most boys with their own mothers, and in a manner more suggestive of a young lover.

"Mmm," she said, "well, then again, I'm sure that we could think of something to do that would be more special than anything Leslie could give me."

At mention of a more special gift, the redheaded rabbit boy grinned and nuzzled at Minerva's breasts through her shirt. "If you want, Momma," he said.

One of his small hands slid delicately across her hard abs and down to her hip, which he stroked. Inside his tight bluejeans, his young cock was stirred to arousal. Minerva smiled at this and nickered softly, pulling the boy up a bit, kissing his cheek and the tip of his nose before slowly dragging her lips along the curve of his mouth.

Alphonse's eyelids fluttered as his mother's large equine lips slid over his own delicate lepine ones, and he moved against her, allowing her to feel the bulge in his jeans. It wasn't an impressive one, considering he was only thirteen, but the bulge was there nonetheless, a surefire sign that Alphonse's mother aroused him immensely.

"Momma wants to play a little bit," Minerva intoned seductively.

Alphonse looked excited. A smirk spread and his eyes narrowed to slits. "I'd love to play with you, Momma. What do you wanna do?"

"I'm sure we'll think of something," the horse replied.

"Okay, Momma." Alphonse spoke in a soft but husky whisper. This was private time and even though they were alone in the house, little Alphonse still spoke quietly during such activities out of habit.

Minerva slid her fingers along his stomach and his chest slowly before doubling back, working them under his shirt before taking the cloth in her hands and beginning to work it over his head. Alphonse lifted his arms up to assist Minerva in pulling off his shirt, exposing his developing slim physique. Minerva inclined her head, enjoying the look of his slim and beautiful body. When he grew up he was definitely going to have the same toned swimmer's build as his father.

She carefully kissed along his collar bone and his neck, lifting him up to his knees as she lowered her lips down to one of his pert pink nipples and sucking on it hungrily, causing the boy to gasp and lean back a bit, fumbling with and unzipping his bluejeans, eager to get nude for his mother, and, as she lifted his slender form up into a kneeling position, he pushed the pants down slowly along with his underwear, allowing them to bunch up around his knees, exposing himself fully to Minerva, his young erection standing proudly.

The horse carefully laid her little boy down onto the bed, suckling at his little pink nipple as she teased him, rubbing her hands over his hips and between his thighs, teasing him and tickling softly here and there, enjoying the feeling of his smooth fur under her fingers. Alphonse kicked off his jeans and undies, letting them hit the floor, leaving him in just his socks. And they weren't the only things hitting the floor. The completely forgotten-about tray of food rattled noisily before falling off the bed, bonked by Alphonse's shoulder.

The boy ignored the resounding crash as his Momma teased his eager young body, coaxing tiny little gasps from him, his little dick twitching as he looked up at the enormous horse through hooded eyes. It was amazing how gentle the giant Minerva could be. Minerva tensed a little bit at the sound of the tray clattering hard against the ground, making a mental note to just clean it up later as she carefully moved her hands under his soft rump, giving it a sweet squeeze as she scooped up his hips, Alphonse erfing a bit.

"Mmm, such a delicious little boy I have," she cooed.

Alphonse blushed hotly, thinking he'd kill whoever saw him blushing and looking so embarrassed, but happily acting this way alone with his mother. His long legs slid along Minerva's arms and his heels over her hips, the boy looking eagerly up along his tilted form at his mother looming between his legs, starting to pant a bit from the excitement, as Minerva giggled and looked down at her son, kissing sweetly at the inside of his thigh.

She slowly moved her lips, teasing softly at his soft underage balls, tongue lapping at his erection, the boy wiggling a bit and his body stiffening as the horse's lips wrapped around him to suck and slurp. A moan issued forth from Alphonse as he tilted back his head, the thick tongue lapping lovingly over his developing private parts. Minerva chuckled inwardly to herself at the sight and sound of her little boy wriggling and moaning at her touches.

She briefly took her mouth off of him. "So sweet," she said. "I tan tell you are going to be a little bigger than your father."

Alphonse glanced up at that and managed a small grin before Minerva returned to the task at hand, sliding sliding her tongue down the length of his still developing cock and down to the pink pucker, the boy lolling his head back once more, loosing a sharp yowl of pleasure, totally lost in carnal bliss his young mind wasn't ever quite meant to experience just yet, his head swimming as his mother's tongue slid wetly over his small but rock-hard cock, coating it liberally in her saliva, some of which dribbled down between his butt cheeks. Some more, a few trickles, slid down his taut, slowly heaving tummy.

Minerva licked and lapped at his little pink opening, using her fingers to part the soft cheeks as she pleasured him. He had such a sweet little voice. It was enough to drive her mad. During another brief moment were her lips left him, she breathed, "You can be as loud as you want, baby. Daddy isn't home."

Not that Alex would've minded in the slightest of course. And honestly, Minerva liked it when he moaned. He really did have such a sweet little voice and it was so loud when they were alone. Almost an aphrodisiac all on its own.

Alphonse began squirming fitfully now as she licked over his tender young pucker, which wasn't virgin in the slightest. Both Momma and Daddy's tongues and cocks had been up there before today, and would continue to be for years to come. And upon being given permission to be as loud as he wanted, Alphonse promptly obeyed. The boy was going to do a lot of yelling and groaning during the next couple of minutes. Unlike his father, he was a very noisy lover.

Her tongue slowly pushed itself into him, wriggling and sqiurming about inside of him, beginning to stretch him out a little bit for what was larger and most surely to come. Her hand rested onto the small of his back, as if telling him that it was time for him to start praising her.

"Oh, fuck," whined the rabbit. "Oh, Momma, I love your tongue.I love it when you lick me inside my butt."

He spoke between sweet little gasps, blathering almost nonstop about how wonderful she always made him feel, as that thick tongue entered into him, easily stretching his anus and sliding through slickly, earning the loudest moan yet from the young boy. This pleased the horse immensely as she worked her tongue and wriggled it about deep inside of him, slowly pulling it back after a few seconds to lap at his erection once more.

"Fuck!" cried Alphonse. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuucckkk..."

He gasped as she removed the tongue, then resumed his noises as a thick finger was inserted. Minerva set her chin on his hips and watched as his face controted and pleasure and want, unable to keep from smiling as she wriggled her finger in deeper and against his soft little prostate, pulling it almost all of the way out before plunging it deeply back into him and adding a second alongside it. He cried out and squirmed as she rimmed him, grabbing handfuls of bedsheet and squeezing them tightly, his fur beginning to dampen with sweat, red bangs clinging wetly to his forehead now as he perspired.

"Oh, Momma, you make me feel so good!" he wailed. "Unh...uhhhhh...aggghhh..."

The boy seemed to have lost the ability to form intelligible speech by this point, reduced to merely carnal moaning as Minerva fingered his tight little asshole two-fingered, the boy moving his hips back and forth, essentially finger-fucking himself with his mother's penetrating fingers. Minerva carefully took her fingers out of him and set her hand onto his hip.

"Okay, baby," she said. "Time to lube Momma up. You know she is too big to fit inside of you without your tongue on her first."

She winked at him and sat back. Alphonse lay there for a moment, chest heaving as he recovered, before he dutifully got up watching eagerly as she started undressing herself, undoing the buckle and zipper on her slim black jeans pulling up the shirt and showing her rather large bulge. Minerva pulled the silky, almost see-through top up along her stomach, the black lacey bra beneath it barely containing her large breasts. The bulging of the slim black pants was almost maddening, her hand reaching out to take his in hers, bringing it to her muzzle and licking the fingers softly.

"Unzip me, baby," Minerva commanded firmly between licks. "Mommy needs to be let out."

"All right, Momma," Alphonse replied. He slid his fingertips along her tongue and lips as she licked his hand, smiling at her adoringly in the way only a child can ever adore his mother.

He loved seeing his parents in the nude, mother moreso than father. The unique combination of bountiful breasts and hard erection never failed to get little Alphonse's motor going. At the moment it was just a small outboard motor; he wouldn't have one as powerful, as, say, his father's luxury speedboat until he was older but for the time being his libido was strong and healthy. His eyes immediately went to Minerva's bulging black jeans, his mouth watering, his hands going to her crotch.

His trembling, thin fingers undid the button and grabbed the zipper. He glanced up at her mountainous breasts above his head as he tugged the zipper down slowly, eager to free his mother from her tight jeans. She released a soft moan as she was released from the fabric confines of her jeans, shivering a bit as she slurped and licked teasingly at her son's hand before releasing it.

"Mmm, oooh thank you, baby," she cooed.

"You're welcome, Momma," he said, almost in a whisper.

He dipped his head down, mouth open wide. Observing, Minerva put her large hand on the back of his red-haired head and gently pushed down, the boy getting quite a mouthful as the equine penis slid past his lips. He could barely even take the head inside, his lips pursing widely around the top couple of inches, but he was salivating enough that thick globs of his spit dribbled down his mother's length to lube it up quite nicely. When he was older, he knew, he'd be able to take more of mommy's dick. But for now this was his limit.

Minerva pulled him back before the over-eager boy accidentally strangled himself, shifting and pulling him into her lap and rocking her own rock-hand erection against his. He urked, crying out as their dicks were rubbed together. He wrapped his arms around her broad torso as far around as they would go, hugging himself to her as their erections slid against one another, nuzzling at her breasts, her mammoth dick dwarfing his, as it always would, even though he believed her when she said he'd be bigger than Alex when he grew up.

Minerva laid him down once more on the bed, rolling him onto his hands and knees and tenderly rubbing his back. "Mmm, such a sweetie you are to your Mommy."

She licked softly at the small of his back, his pert butt fully exposed to Minerva and ready for the taking, rocking her erection slowly against the sweet curve of his bum before spreading the cheeks with her hands and prodding at the opening found between. Alphonse panted, wide-eyed wide excitement as he looked back over his shoulder as he felt the monster called Minerva's cock rooting under his tail, gripping the edge of the mattress in preparation for what he knew would be a tight fit.

"Mmmm moan for your Momma, baby," Minerva growled softly under her breath as she tilted her head back, pushing her erection against the tight hole and hunching over her child, fingers making small bruises into his hips as she works herself into him.

Alphonse obeyed that particular request, closing his eyes and letting out a long, deep moan that made him sound like the sex-hungry little thing that he was, as Minerva's thick shaft pushed into his rear end, struggling not to clench so Minerva would be able to slide in a little easier, gasping out and biting his lower lip, some tears appearing in his eyes. It was always hurt when it first went in. But Alphonse rode out the initial stinging since he knew it would feel so very good in a minute.

"F--Fuck, you are so damned tight!" gasped the horse. She moved her hands around and under him, rubbing and sliding her fingers around the length of his erection. "Mmm, such a little cutie."

She giggled once more as she waited for her boy to get used to the hard erection stick there into him. She made sure that he was done before thrusting the rest of the length into him. Alphonse groaned out as she fucked him, the pain ebbing and the pleasure taking its place as the boy's sweaty nude form as powerfully mounted by his hulking, gorgeous equine mother, the thick horsemeat sliding in further.

Minerva grinned widely as she held her arms around the young man's slim chest, teasing and pinching hard at his nipples as she thrust into him harder and harder, over and over and picking up speed. Alphonse arched his back and open his mouth in a silent cry of pleasure; no sound came out.

"Come on, baby," she panted. "Make a little more noise for your Momma. Beg. Plead. You know what Momma likes."

"Oh...ohhh... Oh, fuck, Momma, you always make me do thiiiissss..."

Alphonse whined and then groaned as squealed girlishly as she pinched his nipples, his slender frame being moved back and forth over the bed as his mother pounded his ass good and proper, mostly unable to speak, he was gasping and crying so much, but he obeyed his Momma nonetheless as best he could.

Finally he found words. "F--Fuck me...fuck me, Momma...! Fuck me, Momma! Fuck me! Momma...fuck me harder...fuck me haaarrrder! Fill me with your sweet mother's milk! I wanna feel it inside me!"

Tears of pleasure streaked down his face as she tortured his nipples, his aching cock leaking pre along the sheets underneath his naked form. Minerva nickered softly and pulled him up against her breasts, Alphonse groaning as he was bent up and backward so that his head nestled between Minevera's large breasts. His red hair, damp from so much sweat, moistened Minerva's bra, the boy crying out in pure bliss, his cock, bobbing in the air now, exploding, spilling forth its bounty.

"You want Momma's milk, baby?" she panted. "Then you got it!"

Minerva thrusted in and out of him harder and faster, her own erection throbbing and seconds from exploding inside of him. Her sweet mother's milk flooded his bowels. It was a tidal wave compared to his own meager supply, which consisted of a single squirt, but then, he was only a boy. He'd shoot more as he grew.*

"You want Momma's milk, baby?" she panted. "Then you got it!"

She bit softly at his ear and groaned as she filled him up, sighing happily after her warm cum has coated her baby's insides in a good lathering, staying inside of him as she laid back on the bed with him beside her. Alphonse grunted as they lay down together, the bed creaking noisily at her weight, but holding. He lay there panting as he was held against her body, the boy more tuckered out than he'd been from soccer practice!

"Mmm, I would have to say that is the best birthday present that I could ask for," Minerva said.

"I--I'm glad you liked it, Momma..." wheezed Alphonse.

The horse smiled a little bit as she laid there with the little one in her arms, nuzzling in against the top of his head and giggling softly as the two slowly difted off to sleep on the bed. "Mmm," intoned Minerva softly, "such a beautiful little boy that I have. I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Momma," Alphonse said sleepily, his eyes closed. He churred softly in response to the nuzzling and then gently drifted off to sleep.

The End