Walter and His Mom - Part 1 (A Jeeves Prompt, posted with permission)
#77 of Smut I Commissioned
Walter comes home from school to have some 'quality time' with his mom. Written by Jeeves, posted with his permission.
- So, let's start this months duo of prompts off with some quality Mother-Son Bonding, just in time for Mother's Day. Because we're all horny bastards. As always, this was penned by Jeeves. You know what to do, my good lads.
Walter and His Mom - Part One
Walter simply didn't understand why so many of his friends were embarrassed by their moms. Sure when he was younger he'd felt the same way, cringing with embarrassment over the slightest undue attention paid to him by his mother when he had friends over in his junior high and high school years. Now that he was a college freshman though, quite specifically in the months following his eighteenth birthday, Walter found his old behaviour utterly immature and ridiculous. After all, his mother wasn't some out of touch dinosaur, nor some interfering busybody. Yet his friends all kept on speaking about how glad they were to be living in college dorms now, free from the influence of their parents and especially their mothers, allowing them the opportunity to be as wild and reckless as they wanted without any fear of lectures or even the sincere support and encouragement of any parental figure. They even poked fun at him, however light-heartedly, for still living at home just a twenty minute bus ride from campus rather than shelling out tonnes of extra college loan money on a room in student halls. They called him immature, and when he quite honestly told them that he didn't want to live apart from his mother, they laughed and called him a momma's boy.
And when they said that, Walter just laughed along with them. Not because they were right to be mocking him in such a way, but because they had absolutely no idea how right they were, and how glad, how utterly proud Walter was to remain close to, and utterly dependant on his dear, beloved mom now that he was finally old enough to get to know the real her.
"Hey mom, I'm home!"
The mouse called out as he closed the front door behind himself and turned the key in the lock. He didn't receive an immediate answer, but the smell of cookies baking guided Walter through the downstairs hallway and towards the kitchen door which stood ever so slightly ajar, the gentle sound of the oven's fan whirring audibly from within. Pulling off his jacket and letting it fall to the ground on the hallway carpet, Walter pushed open the kitchen door and revelled in the sight which greeted him. In front of the counter just beside the oven, he saw his mother. The curvaceous, taller mouse who had been such an incredible but underappreciated mom to him for the first seventeen years, three hundred and sixty four days of his life, leap-years notwithstanding, had two earbuds in her ears, wires trailing down to her phone where it was tucked into one pocket of her jeans. She was dancing to whatever music she was listening to, shimmying from side to side in a way that made her ass shake and her rounded thighs tremble with every motion. Younger Walter would have been appalled by the sight of his mother daring to have fun. Now though, he grinned. He beamed at the sight of her unabashed enthusiasm, and padded across the kitchen until he was able to reach out and squeeze the chubby ass of his dear, beloved mommy.
She squealed, leaping up visibly into the air and whirling around on the spot, though already laughing as she did so. One hand rose to pull her earbuds out even as the other lifted to cup the side of Walter's face, and the two mice grinned at one another for a moment before Walter's mother spoke to her son.
"Well that's quite the hello, Walt. Feeling frisky today, hmm?"
The younger mouse grinned as his mother straightened her glasses and glanced down, her pink toes curling against the linoleum floor of the kitchen as she saw the bulge already growing in her son's pants. He licked his lips, whiskers twitching, but shook his head even as he stared at his mother with eager longing.
"Not just frisky, mom. Horny as fuck. I went to the bathroom at lunch, and there were two other students just going right at it in one of the stalls. I don't think they heard me come in, so they were being loud as hell!"
Walter's mom giggled.
"Mmm, reminds me of my college days. Though, they probably knew each other. I just went to the right bathroom at the right time of day, and there'd be a nearly ceaseless stream of folks wandering in and out all day to use me."
The two mice grinned at one another, and within seconds Walter was beginning to unfasten his mother's blouse while she reached down and started to unfasten his belt.
"Did you jerk off listening to them, son? I assume you didn't join in. I know how uptight most people at your college are. So sad how repressed things seem to have gotten nowadays..."
Walter trembled as his mother's hand cupped and squeezed his rapidly stiffening cock through his pants and underwear even as she peeled his belt away with her other hand. He squeaked lustfully and shook his head.
"I had class in just a few minutes. I... I just went to the bathroom and left. You should have heard them when the flush went. They panicked so hard. They were begging me not to tell anyone through the cubical wall even as I was already heading out the door after washing my hands."
The mouse was grinning as he spoke, but his smile faltered as he saw the shocked, horrified expression on his mother's face.
"Walter Lawrence Johnson. Are you telling me that since the end of lunchtime, hours and hours ago, you've been pent up without any release?"
Walter blushed.
"Well, y-yeah, but..."
His mother put a finger to his lips firmly for just a moment, then began to all but tear off the rest of his clothes at a far more rapid, frantic pace.
"There'll be no buts here unless you decide to fuck my ass, Walter. You're a grown man now, and it's your responsibility to look after your body. To listen to it when it tells you what it needs. And while of course I expect you to respect other people's time, their dignity and of course their consent above all else, they need to respect you too. And if your professors will kick up that much of a fuss if you're a few minutes late to class because your beautiful balls needed draining so they weren't aching all afternoon long, perhaps we need to find you a college programme which actually respects the individuality and personal needs of its students."
As she continued to talk to him, after finishing stripping Walter naked, she began to do so to herself. To peel off her clothing until her buxom and rounded frame was standing before her lithe, blushing, rock hard son. Walter groaned, and his eyed rolled back in their sockets as his mother reached out and wrapped a pink, furless hand around the thick, pulsing shaft of his seven inch cock.
"You need it bad, don't you, Walter? You... mmnhh... you've needed to cum for hours, you silly boy."
The mouse squeaked and nodded, hips bucking against his mother's expert touch.
"Yeahhhh... o-ohhh, mom..."
Walter gurgled to the older mouse, pre-cum already dribbling out over her fingertips as he rocked back and forth on his heels, humping against her squeezing, stroking paw.
"Tell me what you need."
His mother whispered. Walter nodded, he squeaked, and after taking one last ragged breath he looked deep into his mother's bright, loving, lust-filled eyes, and told her the truth.
"I need your pussy, mom. I love your hand. I love your mouth. I love your beautiful ass so, so fucking much. But... o-ohh, god, mom. I feel like I need to drain my balls in your pussy like... f-fhhhuuck... like three or four times before dinner."
The older mouse giggled. She pecked her son on the lips, but a moment later drew back and removed her hand from his aching cock. Instead she turned on the spot and leaned forward over the kitchen counter, lifting her pink tail high into the air and spreading her powerful thighs wide apart. Reaching between her legs, she spread her pussy obscenely, and squeaked with lustful anticipation as she peered back over her shoulder to see Walter already stepping into place, guiding the base of his cock in one hand.
"Take it, Walter..."
She moaned, her son closing his eyes and just listening to that amazingly horny, almost drunken tone of voice she took on whenever she spoke about or thought about sex for any length of time.
"Whatever you need. Whatever you want. Mom's here for you. Mom loves you. So... i-if you want it? If you need it? If you need me? Please, baby. Please... ohh hhhhyesssss, please just take it!"
By Jeeves.