Her Son's Needs 1

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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A bored mom, a son that hates his father, and a serious issue with boundaries. Good thing being in heat solves some of those.

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Part 1: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1752121

Part 2: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1752123


Her Son's Needs

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Sheera was a dragoness used to disappointment. She knew that she wasn't going to have much time with her husband this month, but she hadn't had more than three consecutive days of his time since they'd been married almost nineteen years ago. She knew that he'd be gone and not calling home for nearly a fortnight, but considering that he barely talked while he was there, that didn't bother her much, either.

If anything, she might have been bothered by the fact that they weren't going to have relations for that time, but if it wasn't for the fact that she was just coming off of her heat, her toys would have sufficed.

Instead, she found herself staring out the window as his car left the driveway, headed to the airport and then off to who knew where. The red dragoness shook her head, her claws digging into her arms as she restrained herself from groping at her pussy, knowing that it would do next to nothing without the soothing 'balm' of seed splattering against her womb.

She stared after him until the car was out of sight, then out a long, quiet sigh.

So it begins.

"MOM!"

"And so that begins, as well."

She turned around, seeing Raz coming down the hallway already. The college student had come back earlier that morning, just in time to see his father off, or, ostensibly to see his father off. She hadn't seen either of them make eye contact, let alone speak a word to one another.

"Yes, Raz?"

"Dad's gone, right?"

"Yes. That was why you came home, I thought?"

"That was part of the reason. To see him gone."

The venom was nothing new. Raz and his father had been at each other's throats ever since her son had been in high school. Ever since he figured out that he didn't have a legal obligation to listen to his father, he had fought tooth and nail against his dad, her husband, pushing back at every rule with the knowledge that it couldn't entirely be enforced.

It had continued right up to the day when Raz had left for college. Tarn had refused to come out of the house to give his son a hug goodbye, and Raz had never forgotten that, she knew.

"Then what's the other reason you're here?" she asked, shaking her head. "Quickly, please. I've got a lot that has to get done."

"You."

"What?"

"I came back for you."

"...That probably sounds creepier than you mean it, Raz," she said as she looked from the floor to him. "Do you mean that you wanted to help me with chores, or -"

"No."

He took a step forward, forcing her to step back. The bed was right behind her, and she gasped as he pushed her back again, knocking her off her feet.

"I came back for you. Just...you."

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm very serious, mom," her son said, moving to stand between her legs, his hands pressing down on her thighs, his tail blocking hers. "I've never been more serious. Dad's never gonna respect you, never going to treat you right...but I can."

Sheera stared at him, bug-eyed at the thought of her son actually acting like this. It was impossible. There was no way that he'd ever be like this...not really...not the boy that had been kind to her throughout this whole marriage...

He wouldn't...rape her...

She tried to pull back, but Raz stopped her, squeezing her thighs that much harder, almost bruisingly so. His tail flicked her skirt up, exposing her panties...her wet panties.

"Looks like you're already ready for it, mom."

"Raz, stop this! I'm your mother!"

"Yeah? So?"

"This is incest!"

"So what? I'm not going to get you pregnant. I got one of those temporary vasectomies. It's fine. It'll be better for you when I'm in charge."

"Get off me!"

She tried to shove him back, but he was too strong. All that time at the gym he'd been telling her about was coming back to haunt her now, his thick arms and hard chest like armor against her punches and shoves. No matter what she did, he didn't stop. He didn't pull back, and he didn't relent.

As he leaned over her, she felt the bulge in his jeans, and she hissed under her breath, clenching her teeth as she felt a proper male against her instead of just a toy between her legs. The heat in her, the need, bubbled up and pressed against her thoughts.

Male. Could soothe.

Son. No way.

Male.

No.

Male.

She grimaced as she felt her legs tensing, fighting her urges to spread them even as Raz did it for her. She whimpered, turning her head to the side in shame as she felt his eyes on her panties, felt his claws working their way up her legs.

When he pulled her panties to the side, rubbing his knuckles against her sex, it was all the more humiliating...because it felt...good.

She whimpered, rolling her hips forward at his touch, and he chuckled.

"See, mom? I told you. Just need someone to treat you right."

"This is right?"

"At least I will touch you. What's the last thing that dad did, huh? When was the last time that he took you?"

"..."

"That's what I thought."

Zzzzzzip. Raz finally undid his pants, and Sheera refused to look down, refused to see what her son was packing. The last thing she needed was to tease herself, to look at something that her body would want even though her mind didn't.

But she could feel it. She felt him against her, his heat, his hardness grinding against her sex and threatening to push in already. The dragoness bit her lip, turning her head to the side as her son ground, thrust, humped against her, rubbing that thickness against her sex and threatening to slide right in.

One, two, three - POP!

"AH!"

She gasped, her hands tightening into fists in the sheets as she felt him. Her son...her son was thick, and hot, and so hard. So very, very hard. It almost hurt having herself spread open by a real cock again instead of a toy that she wiggled in little by little, but it was such a good feeling, such a good hurt, that she was able to ignore it.

Oh god, oh god...

Sheera huffed and puffed as her son slid forward, his cock forcing her open in a way that the toys never had. She could count every inch as he slid in, and she moaned against her will as he forced her against the mattress, feeling his hands moving up her sides, pinning her arms over her head.

"Yeah...that's what you need, isn't it, mom? A good, hard fuck..."

"Please...please, don't call me that..."

"Why not, mom? Don't you like it? Don't you like this so much more than him?"

The horrible thing was, her body did. She could feel how close she was to orgasm already, how her pussy was ready to milk him right into her womb. She wanted him to fuck her, wanted him to take her harder, but this...

This was humiliating. This was incest. No matter how good he was, she shouldn't want -

"NNNNGH!"

Then he slammed forward, burying the rest of his cock inside of her all at once. She whimpered through clenched teeth as she came right then and there, her body forced over the edge humiliatingly easily. Everything burned in her from rage to humiliation to need, and she couldn't help it as her hips arched up, pressing against him, her body begging for more even as her mind tried to tell it no.

Her son listened to her body.

As he rammed in and out, back and forth, she could feel his sheer size, his need. She could feel the heat that was oozing out of him and into her, the juices that came from him instead of her. It made her wetter, hotter, needier down there, and she whined as her toes curled with each pleasurable pummeling thrust that he gave her.

Another orgasm was milked out in less than a minute, her back arching off the bed, her breasts pressed against his face. He took at his permission to bite at them, to nuzzle between them, and she couldn't stop him.

"You're mine, mom. Not dad's. Mine. I'm going to show you what a real man can do for you these two weeks...I bet you by the end of it, you'll be calling dad to divorce him, to tell him not to come home."

"Nnngh...I...I won't..."

"You won't?"

He thrust forward, and she screamed again, her legs moving up on their own accord, wrapping around his hips, pulling him in as her body screamed to be bred.

"NNNNGH!"

"You will, mom. You'll learn. You'll learn to love me the way that you used to love dad. The way that he should have loved you."

And the worst part was...he was probably right.

The End