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Moonstruck Mother Memoir

He once remembered a teacher telling him that... in the beginning, your parents take care of you. In the end, you take care of your parents. At the time, he was a high schooler; such words were just the ramblings of a fifty-year-old teacher who had her eighty-year-old mother living with her. Putting it bluntly, he didn't pay it much mind. But as he grew up - as he got a job, as he climbed through the social and corporate ladder - he came to realize just how true those words were.

But, hey, okay; he's got years before that happens, right? He's only twenty-four, and his mother was still so very, very young. Hell, he still had growing up himself to do, didn't he? Working a job, paying rent, studying to further his own career and standing in life; to many, the young man is still but a child.

However, for someone like him - someone who was forced to grow up so soon - he'd say that this too was just another outcome of life.

Sigh...

Willington Way... the so called City of Fallen Angels. It has bridges. It has a lot of bridges. It has stone building... it has a lot of stone buildings. It has parks... though none are as grandiose or as impressive as Document City's central park... but that's besides the point.

Willington is a city of business. You come in to do one thing and one thing only; work. It has its highs, it has its lows, and it has its middle class. Its woeful, woeful, middle class. And he was one of them, though he was still debating with himself if he should start applying for welfare soon.

Now arriving at Hicks Road! Now arriving at Hicks Road!

Ding!

Now stopping at Hicks Road! Now stopping at Hicks Road.

"Hmmgh..."

At the back of the bus, he arose. Black fur, pointed ears, long snout, and deep brown eyes. He was a wolf, one who was a bit on the shorter side when compared to his fellow canid, but no less was he strong and stout. He had this strong look in his eye, one that was both casual, yet annoyed, cool, yet... tired. Oh so tired.

His hair was short and groomed, combed perfectly for someone who spends hours, if not days sitting in a cubicle behind a computer screen. And his body was likewise, wearing formal clothing like his gray slacks and brown sweater vest over a white shirt. He was one of many who live in Willington; a young man who works in some office building somewhere on the north side of this fair city. He wakes up early in the morning, takes a few buses, maybe even the train, then spends all day at his job, grinding until the stairs light up the skies.

Oh, who are we kidding? This is Willington! The stars haven't looked over this place in decades. No, not when those same stars light up the city streets.

But uh... first things first...

"See ya Monday, Connor," said the bus driver as the wolf slowly disembarked, his backpack slung over his shoulder laxly.

"See you Monday," the wolf muttered back, his voice cool and stirring as he casually flicked his hand.

Connor Hail stepped down on the sidewalk outside, his hand raising up to block out the slight droplets of rain that fell upon him. How annoying... was it enough to pull out his umbrella? Maybe... maybe not...

For now he tugged on the straps of his backpack, his other hand coming around to scratch the back of his head. Brown eyes gazing ahead, the young wolf began heading for the riverfront brownstone buildings sitting before him. Around this time, others were heading home, or some were even heading out; it was a Friday evening.

"Hello, Mr. Hail," called a woman.

"Hey, Mrs. Downing," he replied with that lax, cool tone of his.

"Yo Connor! We're heading out for the club, you comin'?" asked some others across the street, though he shook his head.

"Maybe next time, Kyle. I just got off from work. Could use some sleep."

"Hi, Conor."

"Oh... uh... heh... hi, Allison."

He was casual with everyone, though his indifferent nature and aloof tone often made others think he was far cooler than he really was. But if one were to know him, they'd learn he was much like everyone else who lives in Willington; a hard worker trying to make his way through the world. And here it always brought him back: Hicks Road, Sandstone Apartments, Room Number 319. Stepping into the building, he checked the many mailboxes resting alongside one another, opening his personal one to see if he got any new letters. Most were your typical ads and the like, but not all of them had his name on them. Some were directed to another. Their name?

Misty Hail

His lips deepening into a slight scowl, Connor took the letters and stuffed them into his jacket pocket, then turned to face the stairwell. Rising up and up and up, he made his way over towards the doors of his home, prepping his keys for it. They were just about to slide in, when the door suddenly opened up on the other side, revealing a woman... a vixen.

She was not as tall as him, nor was she as young... though you'd be forgiven for thinking so because - despite the massive age gape between the two of them - she could still be considered a 'young woman' by some. Her fur was black... midnight she's often described it as, with long hair that she typically had done up into a ponytail, or pigtails, or twintails, or whatever 'tails' she decided for that moment.

Curiously, there were jade-green highlights running through her hair, bringing some vibrancy to her follicles. Doubly so on her front bangs, which were all so very green in color, even falling over fall almost perfectly down the middle of her face, breaking it symmetrically in two. That is until she brushed her hair back, fully exposing her face to the wolf in front of her.

But those green highlights matched with the green eyes she had. Piercing green eyes. The kind green eyes that you'd think about when... picturing a sunny afternoon looking over endless green fields, with a forest in the backdrop. Yeah, that's the kind of eyes he was looking at.

They sat behind red-rimmed glasses, giving the woman an stout appearance, doubly so with the admittedly alluring makeup she had on. Her eyelashes were even thick, with a bit of black mascara added for good measure.

She exuded this maturity, this authority, this grace... but it was in stark contrast to her clothing. Instead of wearing some sweater, or some blouse, or something that would make her look like a teacher or a business woman - like the overall vibe she typically gave off - the woman before him wore a black jacket... one of his black jackets, actually. It was his 'Emit City Generals' jacket, so it was black and gold, and a bit baggy on the vixen's body. But not baggy enough to cover her figure, of particular not her pronounced chest.

But aside form that jacket, well, she wasn't wearing much else; just pink panties. Pink panties that barely covered even an inch or two of her thighs at most, flaunting how... _thicc_they were. Not made any better by the hip movements she had on display, popping to one side as she crossed her arms beneath her bosom, her hand pushing her glasses up while her gaze grew tighter.

"You're late, Connor," said the vixen, her nose pointed up at him... despite the fact that he was taller, "Dinner's already gotten cold."

"Ugh... dinner was just Chinese food again," he muttered whilst stepping into the room, "So I don't think I missed much, mom..."

"Mmm..."

She leered at him, incredulous and annoyed by his statement, though she didn't say a word. Instead she gestured with her head into the brownstone apartment he called home, stepping aside so that the wolf could walk in as well. He was quick to pull off his backpack, dropping it to the side where the vixen - his mother - helped pull off his jacket. Speaking of which...

"You're wearing my jacket again?" he said as his mother hung his up on a nearby coat rack, a cocky smile adorning her lips.

"So what if I am?" she replied with a grin, "I may not share your taste in sports teams, but I do share you taste in comfy jackets..." she then pulled up the collar of his jacket, planting her nose to it where she-- "_Sniff... sniff..._mm... it even smells like you, darling. Which means..." her gaze grew sharp, "You should really take this down to the laundromat."

"Me?" he replied as he removed his sweater vest, "What about you? All you do is sit here all day. Watching TV... you don't even cook for your hardworking son..." he rolled his eyes, "The least you can do is wash my clothes."

"Tch... such a rude thing to say to your mother," the vixen replied with a jerk of her head, "And after all the things I've done for you..."

"Ugghh..."

Turning away, she walked towards the couch at that back of his admittedly small apartment. But she did so with such... hypnotic, some would even say exaggerated hip movements, while her long hair swayed behind her. It was a little bit more than just annoying, watching his mother jaunt towards the couch with nothing but her panties covering whatever modicum of womanhood she had, but that's besides the point. He'd already scolded her enough times for it, but with her personality, it always feel on deaf ears.

And yet...

When she sat on the couch, she reached over for the window seal, inadvertently pushing her butt out towards her son who could only roll his eyes yet again in annoyance. But when she pulled back, she did so with two boxes of food - Chinese food - and then placed them down on the small, living room table in the middle of them. Connor's mouth opened to say something snarky to his mother, but when he stared up at her face, he saw this beaming light of satisfaction.

Something small like this was... ah...

"Okay, okay... a little something to eat before I shower," the wolf remarked with a hapless smile as he sat beside his mother on the couch, garnering an even bigger smile from her lips.

Her shoulder bumped up against his shoulder, and she looked up towards him with such a gleeful smile. In a way, it was like she was looking for his approval, even if it was something so simple like this. Connor didn't say anything, but he did nod.

"Tee-hee!"

"Haaa... c'mon Mom... you're milking this."

...

Saturdays. Brilliant, glorious, lovely Saturdays. One of two days in a week when he's free to just... sleep. Not wake up at a specific time, not ride three or so buses cross city, not have any prior engagements, no... just sleep. Sweet, sweet, glorious sleep. Only... that's how things were up until several weeks ago when...

Tap! Tap

"Hey, Connor. Wake up. Waaake uuuup! Get up!"

Smack!

"Gah!?"

And up he went, springing out of his modest bed to knock aside his pillows and bed sheets. Groaning out of frustration, the first thing to strike his eyes was the gleaming sun, peering through his window to pour upon his face like a waterfall. Annoyances abound as he groaned and rubbed his eyes, struggling to reset his vision. All the while...

"Sniff... sniff... hmmm... Connor, darling, your room truly does stink..."

"Hrrrghh... no one asked you..."

Finally his eyes settled, allowing him to gaze around the small, paltry chamber he called his bedroom, and dropping his eyes upon the vixen who was currently leaning over near his head.

Misty Connor... some would say she's had it even worse than her son is in life. Her youthful features wasn't just because she spends a lot of time taking care of her outward appearance (despite the fact that she doesn't go anywhere... but that's besides the point), but mostly thanks to her age. Misty was only 38, having had her son when she was only fifteen. And her age was ever on display at the moment, for like some petulant teenager, upon seeing the face of her son, all Misty could say was--

"Connor... get up. I need clothes."

Yeah... clothes.

"Clothes?"

"Uh-huh! Clothes... get up..."

She smacked his head again, jolting her son who glared at her in a manner none too flattering. The woman beside him was wearing nothing more than a muscle shirt right now. One of his muscle shirts to be exact, meaning it was a bit too big on her. The straps of it hung along her smooth, elegant shoulders, the collar dipping down far enough to flaunt her cleavage, and the baggy nature of the garment showing just how buxom his mother was. How it curved around her bosom before tapering off, like the curtains of a window.

And then... he realized he may have been staring at her breasts for too long.

"Come on, darling," Misty said whilst tossing up her hair behind her, causing it to fan out, "What is it your grandfather used to say? We're burning daylight or something like that?"

"Haaah... clothes? Why clothes?" he replied as he kicked his feet over the edge of his bed, his body twisting left then right to crack some bones in his body, "Rrgh... good... ah..." he leaned over, "Seriously? Why clothes?"

"Tee-hee? Clothes? Me? C'mon, think, Connor, think!" his mother said as she turned to face him, her hands resting on her hips as she swayed them left and right, "After so very, very long, your mother has a date!"

"Ggglhk!? A... a date...?" he repeated whilst standing up straight, looming over her as his expression shifted, "You... you have a date?"

"Kufu... why are you so shocked? Your mother's still a catch," Misty said as she pumped up her hair, "I've been talking to someone while you're at work, and I think we hit it off pretty well..." she leaned in closer, "And I'm hoping to hit things off even better tonight!"

"Uhh... ew..."

"Ew...? Rgh! Look, just hurry up," she pulled back and pushed up her glasses, "Your mother wants to dress well for this. I haven't been on a date in a couple of years, so I must look my best."

"Uuhh... right... but... aren't your clothes now good enough?" he asked, to which she sighed and shook her head.

"Just like a man... look, Connor, I can't possibly be seen wearing such boorish clothes again on my first date in a long time. And since I struggle still with navigating the madness that is Willington..." she began twirling some hair around her finger, "I need my darling son's help to find the best clothes stores. That... won't be a problem, will it?"

"The clothes or the date?" he asked, to which Misty smiled.

"The_date_..." she said, confirming his question, "You don't have a problem with your mother dating, do you? I remember when you were a child... you'd always hate the word 'date'. You'd always say something along the lines of... 'No, Momma, no! He's going to treat you bad!' Tee-hee! You've always been looking out for me."

"Yeeaaaaah..." he muttered as he scratched the back of his head.

There was more he wanted to say there, of particular note, his mother's_terrible_ choice in men. There's a reason why she got pregnant with him when she was only fifteen. But... there was a lot to unpack there, and Connor just wasn't the type of person to have such a conversation. Maybe with others, but certainly not with his mother. So he did what he always did in this situation.

He relented...

"Ahh... fine, Mom... fine," he said, waving his hand dismissively, "Let me uh... wash up and stuff, I'll be with you in a moment."

"Tee-hee! Great! Great!" Misty said as she clapped her hands together, "I'm going to look soooo good for this!"

He hadn't heard her be this excited in a long time. She even moved with more jaunting strides, exiting out into the hall with Connor slowly following behind. He was still a bit dazed following the one-two punch of being awakened in such a crude way, told she needed to go clothes shopping, and that it was for a date. His mother really had a way with delivering information, didn't she?

But...

Did she have to move like that? Move so... sensually?

With her wearing his muscle shirt, her panties, and nothing else, nearly everything on Misty's body was on full display. And her tail too was sprung up, flaunting her figure for all... well... him to see. The waist which... while not the tightest or the slimmest he's ever seen, was certainly slimmer than what one would suspect on her. The nice, large, round butt which jiggled from her every sensual step. And of course, the curvature of her breasts, visible from beneath the rim of his muscle shirt. And then there was one moment where she turned to face him, saying,

"Hurry up now, darling!" with that motherly tone of hers.

But when he looked at her, his gaze traveled down to her chest... and the fact that... well... it must have been cold in here, because he could see her nipples poking through his garment. Seeing them was finally what had him turning away, pouting as a blush of embarrassment adorned his cheeks.

"Gaaah... yeah, mom... I'm going..."

...

It was several weeks ago when his mother moved in with him; a change he did not see coming, nor was it warned before hand. She just... appeared on his doorstep one day like some lost puppy, carrying one - repeat, _one -_suitcase in hand. At the time, he couldn't remember where she was coming from. Was she still living with her parents - his grandparents - and had a falling out with them? Or was she living with a boyfriend at the time, whom she broke up with rather messily? It... unfortunately happened often. Though if she did break up with a boyfriend, it would call into question that whole 'haven't been on a date in a couple of years' thing she said before.

But... alas, it didn't matter. If his mother did have issues with his granddad, or with some boyfriend, or with whoever, he was - as always with his mother - incapable of actually confronting her about it. She was here now, and she needed a home... and, well, does it go without saying that he loves his mother? Because he obviously loves his mother. If Misty needed a home, then he'd always have his doors open for her.

If only she got up and worked... feeding two mouths is difficult. Hmm... how often did she think that when he was a child? Aahh...

Looking up, Connor's eyes befell the image of a wolf. Brown eyes, black fur, and black hair, both of which were wet following a quick shower. It was his reflection, and boy, did he look annoyed. Granted, that was his typical expression; resting bitch face, as they love to call it. Whatever...

But as he stood naked before his reflection, his hand grabbing a nearby towel, he...

"Aahh... dammit..."

His towel ran along his manhood... and it was surprisingly hard. Throbbing? A little bit. Was it hard to the point that it hurt? No. But... he felt ashamed nonetheless, because he knew the reason why he was so hard was because of Misty's body. Seeing her stride around his apartment half naked was nothing new; she did that all the time. But more than just a few times had he noticed his eyes looking a little too hard, his gaze following a little too long, and his body feeling a little too hot. And like always when he noticed these moments in himself, Connor felt ashamed.

Like... you fucking idiot! That's your mother...

"Aaaahhh..."

Personally, he blamed it on the fact that she was here at all. He - like his mother - had more than a few relationships in his day. They were all healthy, mind you, and they all ended healthily too. Typically they broke up for one reason or another, though he found the most common criminal to be his job, which demanded more and more his focus as time went on. So... well... to dust an old one off.

All work and no play makes Connor a very... let's say _starved_boy.

He was never a horndog, never a player, never sex fiend or anything like that. But, damn, he couldn't even masturbate anymore, not with his mother around and her tendency to barge into his room suddenly and for no reason.

Still, there was no excusing the fact that he was getting hard due to his mother's mannerisms. He felt sick every time he saw his throbbing red manhood gazing back at him, but at least by now he'd managed to deal with it. Just dry himself off, grab his underwear, tuck in his penis, then slip out the bathroom. His towel remained on his shoulder though, tugging along like he was just getting out the showers at a gym. But when his gaze traveled out to the living room of his brownstone apartment.

"Aaaaahhh..."

He stopped.

In the center of the room, Misty gazed at the full-body mirror her son had resting beside their window. She was putting on her clothes you see, and doing so in a manner that would best exemplify the beauty that is... _Misty Hail!_And what did that mean? Why...

She was wearing these blue jean shorts, ones that didn't come down to her knees. Hell, they barely covered her down to her thighs! So, yes, her luxurious and beautiful legs were on full display, right down to those sneakers on her feet. But that's not all, for on her chest she wore what could generously be described as a crop top, for it was far too small to be anything else. Green in color, it stood in contrast to her black fur, whilst also flaunting just a little bit of her curvaceous bosom.

Looking herself over, Misty placed her hands up on her hips, twisting her body left and right; once, twice, thrice! Once she was sure everything looked immaculate, the vixen gave a nod and reached over, grabbing from off of a nearby chair a jean jacket to slip it on her shoulders. Then she grabbed a few nearby hair pins and rubber bands, using them to tie back her hair into a ponytail, though her green bangs remained falling in front of her hair.

And it was during that moment as she tamed her hair, did Misty notice out the corner of her eye, Connor standing in the mirror's reflection. He wasn't saying a word; he was just looking over at her, watching as she dressed it would seem. His usually aloof, indifferent expression, was different now. Instead his eyes were wide, his mouth small, his cheeks a bit puffed. Was he blushing?

"Darling?" his mother called, snapping him back to reality, "Is... something the matter?"

"Huh? Ooh... uh... is... is that what you're wearing today?" he asked, his eyes looking away as his blush became more apparent.

"Tee-hee! Well, I'd say I'm wearing more than you are right now, Connor," Misty said whilst walking towards him with a sensual stride, her lips in a cheeky grin, "Shouldn't you be wearing something right now?"

"Huh?"

"Though... I have to say..." she placed her hand upon his flat chest, palming it in an exploratory fashion, "I'm so shocked that you're so...fit, darling! Tee-hee! I'm happy to know you take care of yourself!"

"Uh... r-right..." he said as he pulled back from his mother's hand, his eyes darting into the opposite direction, "I had a girlfriend once who hounded me on my outward appearance..."

"Kufu... seems like someone had the right idea," Misty said as her hands fell behind her back, and her chest came pointing out, "Run along, darling. We have a long day head of us... I have a long day ahead of me."

"R-right... um..."

He looked back, reading the gleeful smile on her face, and the pronounced figure of her breasts. And there it was again; that rising shame he had towards himself.

Ahhh...

...

"Must you be so... intense, darling?"

"Tch... it's not like I was planning on doing much today. I was just going to sleep all day."

"Tee-hee! You're so boring, Connor!"

Walking down the city streets, side by side, her arms clinging to his arm like some cute beauty, was the mother and son duo of Misty and Connor Hail. Though if you didn't know them - and, let's face it, most people didn't - you'd assume they were a couple enjoying their Saturday afternoon. Misty was that young and looked that cute in her clothes, while Connor was that aloof, and looked the part in his no-nonsense his jeans and button up shirt. Couple that with their differing species, and they could easily pass off as a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Especially as Misty jaunted with such bright, cheery movements, clinging to her son and constantly calling him 'darling' or some other affectionate nickname like a lover would do. And Connor? Well, he was being Connor about things, meaning his eyes remained locked on the area before him.

Willington's downtown was far, far different from Willington's... everything else. There was this sweet, urban air about things here, with beautiful graffiti on the sides of building, and even on the sidewalk. People were casually walking and talking, buskers were playing about, and there were many, many, _many_stores for as far as the eye could see, and from the way his mother was talking...

"Oh! Stop here!"

They were going to go to every, single, one of them.

Dear God...

And what store had his mother brought them into? Looking up, his name read its title.

Tulip's Sunroof

Ring-A-Ding!

"Huh? Oh! H-Hello!"

Before them laid many clothes on display; clothes for men, clothes for women, clothes for humans, clothes for beastkin of every kind. If you needed a garb, no matter how specific, it was bound to be in here.

Somewhere.

But then they heard clicking of feet against the floor, before someone appeared from between two sundresses. A young woman... a tall_young woman, similar in height to Connor... if not an inch _taller in fact.

Uniquely, she was a hybrid, or kemonomimi which is technically their species, but that's besides the point. Her skin was of the darker complexion, though her hair was brownish-blonde and eyes that were green in color. Said hair was also done into two drills, or 'princess curls' as they were commonly known as. It gave her a somewhat regal appearance... though her expression was appeared to be indifferent, if not docile and outright sullen.

Connor could relate.

But she's a hybrid, correct? What kind of hybrid? Well, if the brownish-blonde, pointed ears and bushy tail didn't clue you in, she was a human-squirrel hybrid. She was wearing pink shortalls with white blotches on them, and a white undershirt beneath that. On her head was a pink beret like a painter would wear, and she also wore white, knee-high socks which hugged her feminine legs so tight. She looked so cute... but she also exuded this shy air about her... especially when she spoke.

"W-welcome to Tulip's Sunroof. Um... I-I'm Tulip. And uh..." she looked up to the glass ceiling overhead, "This is my... sunroof..."

"Cute..." Connor remarked, garnering a smack to the chest from his mother.

"Oh pishaw, I think it's lovely!" said Misty as she swept her gaze back over towards the young woman in front of them.

"Um... your a new face in these parts... do you need directions?" Tulip asked as she cocked her head to one side.

"Tee-hee! Oh no, I read about your store online, and saw that it had a 100% approval rating! Impressive for such a small place!" Misty commented.

"Uh... th-thanks, heh heh... so if you're here, you must want new clothes?" the demure woman said as she looked over her shoulder, "I have clothes specific for vixens in the back. I hope you like it!"

"I'm sure I will _love_it," Misty said as she tugged her son along, "Come on, darling! I want to see those clothes."

"Ugghh..."

Bringing him along deeper into the store, the image of them being a lovey-dovey couple was deepened even further. It was just in the way she pulled along, forcing Connor along towards the clothing met for canids, and - soon after that - clothing meant for vixens such as herself. Misty audible cooed at the number of clothing on display, especially the tighter clothes which would insinuate her already flawless figure and physique. From things like blouses and dresses, to more risque items like crop tops and leather jackets. Though from the looks of things, Misty's eyes were locked squarely on--

"Ah! Kufu! Look at that!"

"Mm?"

Sweaters. So many sweaters. Big sweaters. Small sweaters. Tight sweaters. Loose sweaters. A sweater with a boob window. A... _virgin killer sweater?_Man, Tulip really made a lot of clothes, didn't she? And from the looks of things... she didn't mind if they were lewd or not.

Fortunately, his mother had _some_level of decency not to go immediately for the virgin killer sweater, or the one with the boob window... though he noticed her eyes lingered on them for a moment too long. Regardless, she was more attracted to - you guessed it - a green sweater.

When she picked it up, she posed with the shirt laying over her, imagining how the garment would look as she gazed into a nearby mirror. Connor could only cross his arms and watch, both a little annoyed, but also still finding his mother's movements to be... oddly magnetizing.

She looked so happy, cheerfully twisting one way then the other as she flaunted her body, her form. And with those light clothing on, he could see everything. Like... was his mother's waist always this slim? She was always wearing one of his baggier clothes around the apartment, making it hard for him to see her physique beneath. But, wait, he shouldn't actually be ogling his mother, right?

Even if she usually walks around in panties, a shirt... and nothing else... ah...

"Miss Tulip!" Misty suddenly called, snapping the gaze over of the tall squirrel.

"Huh? Yes, ma'am?"

"Do you have a changing room? I'd love to try these on!"

"Of course, of course," Tulip said as she pointed to the back, "My changing rooms are back there, between the curtains. I only have two and... uh..." she looked at Connor, "They're not big enough to hold two people..."

"What is that supposed to mean?" the wolf muttered, noticing Tulip's phrasing.

In response, her eyes grew wide, and a sheepish, if not a slightly afraid smile spread out over her lips.

"Nothing! Nothing! I just uh... like... uhhh... what with her calling you 'darling' a lot... like..." she scratched the back of her head, "Like... I've imagined doing dirty things as a teen too sometimes..."

"You talk too much..." Connor stated, causing Tulip to grow hapless, while Misty laughed it off.

"Oh, don't mind him, Miss Tulip," said the vixen with a wave of her hand, "Connor is just my son."

"Glkgh!? He is!?" Tulip said, her gaze snapping between the two, "But he's so tall! And a wolf and..." then her eyes gazed upon his stoic face, "And scary..."

"See, Connor! Even this nice young lady thinks you're scary," Misty said as she smacked his chest, garnering an annoyed groan from him, "Lighten up, darling. You'll never win any girls if you keep acting like that. Now then..." she pointed at a couple of clothes in front of her, "Pick that up, and that... aannnddd... that. And I'll carry this, and this, and... and... uh-huh! And this! Now follow me!"

"Ugggh..."

Walking in behind his mother whilst carrying those clothes, they passed beneath the curtain covering to come to the back of the clothing store. Just as Tulip said, there were two changing booths, both of which were empty. Misty was quick to swipe away the clothes her son was wearing, where she slipped through the door and closed it behind her.

"Okay, okay!" she said, "Wait for me outside, Connor! This changing booth really is small..."

"Haaaah... you could've just carried this in by yourself..." Connor muttered in annoyance as he turned and exited.

Stepping back out of the extra hall, Connor palmed his face in an annoyed manner while he shook his head. When he gazed up, his eyes met Tulip, who still looked like she was still trying to decipher the fact that Connor was Misty's son. Ultimately she shrugged it off, but mostly because the wolf was there to leer at her. Fortunately for him, this wasn't the first time a girl has brought an unwilling boy into her store to buy clothes, so she quickly pushed out a chair for him to sit on.

"Aah... thanks..." Connor said, to which the squirrelgirl smiled.

"Heh heh... don't mention it!"

Sitting down, the wolf pulled out his phone and began fiddling with it, while Tulip retreated elsewhere into the her store. Time flowed, and he saw this coming. With how much of a diva his mother could be, it would take her a little bit longer than usual for her to put on the clothes. Still, as his mind wondered, he thought about how Tulip saw them as a couple, and not as a mother and son. They really didn't share much of an outwardly appearance. Hell, he'd say his black fur came more from his father - whoever that is - than it did from his mother, with his fur being more like charcoal, and her fur being more midnight.

Aside from that... well... most people couldn't even believe Misty was in her thirties, let alone the fact that she had a son who was already an adult. She was still young in the eyes of many... and even in Connor's own eyes.

Still young... and annoying at times... and sprightly... and energetic... and cute... and beautiful... and lovely... and though he didn't like to show it, whenever she said--

"Darling!"

His ears _always_perked up.

Connor gazed away from the phone, staring up to the curtains before him as a certain vixen appeared. And the best way he could describe her was as...

Maturity in motion.

She walked towards him, this alluring smile on her face, and this beguiling gaze in her eyes. A vixen; long black hair done up into a ponytail, with green bangs falling over her face, obscuring her just a little bit. Her streetwise clothing had been placed aside, wearing something she had picked out just moments ago. That green sweater which clung to her form was like a crop top and a tight garb all formed into one. While certainly comfortable to look at, it came down to just the bottom of her chest, flaunting the toned core of her midsection. The collar of the garment didn't even cover her shoulders, instead flaunting them, as well as her back when she gave a brief twirl around. Was she even wearing a bra? He couldn't see any straps or anything of the like, yet her bosom didn't look to be inhibited in the least bit. If anything, her chest looked even _more_pronounced. There was even a moment where Misty bent over, flashing the deep, plunging cleavage of the garment she was wearing.

And that's not all.

Connor's eyes traveled down, taking note of the gray, pin-stripe pants his mother was wearing. How they hugged to her body, clinging to her every curve, her every bend, hr ever bounce, her every... everything. His mother's thicker thighs were already something to marvel at, but somehow, these pants only heightened this attribute of her.

And that's not even getting into her butt.

So round, so shapely, like a peach was attached to her body. Once more, her pants flaunted this, with how it squeeze and clinched around her hips and buttocks, giving one the idea that... oh yes, there was so much more beneath that clinging garment, so much more to see, so much more to unpack, so much more to...

Aahh...

"How do I look, darling?" Misty asked as she posed for her son, one hand on her hip, the other hand pumping up her hair, "Like a snack, correct? Kufu!"

"Huh... umm... hgh..."

But Connor couldn't really talk. Misty instead turned around, flaunting her back and her shapely figure as she gazed into her reflection of a nearby mirror, smiling with glee. With her glasses on and her womanly smile, she honestly felt and looked like someone's naughty school teacher!

It had been a while since she looked so... so...

"Pretty. You look, pretty," Connor said from behind, drawing his mother's eyes over.

She looked at him, her once vivacious expression shifting into something more demure and shy as she blushed. Still, that smile remained, and as she brushed hair side, she averted her eyes and said,

"Thank you, darling..." she then walked forward, her more vibrant smile and expression returning, "But this is just the first of the clothes I've chosen! I want to try them all!"

"Ohh... we're gonna be here for a while, aren't we?"

"Tee-hee! Well, maybe... but..." she swung close to Connor, pursing her lips where she planted a kiss upon his cheek, "You're opinion has been noted."

Left stumped, the wolf said nothing as his mother returned to the changing booths at the back of the store. Meanwhile, Connor palmed the part of his face where his mother kissed him, feeling... something. That shameful stirring had returned, all as he watched Misty jaunt off with her swishing, swaying hips, right through the curtains of the hall.

And Connor fell back. Haaaah... it was going to be a long day.

...

"And altogether... the price will come up tooooooo... 79 dollars and 56 cents!"

"79...!? Mmggghh!"

79.56? 79.56!? 79.56!?!?

Harrrrghh... this woman... she was going to bleed him dry, wasn't she?

Looking across the counter, Connor's eyes befell Tulip, who sheepishly smiled back as she showed him the pricing upon her cash machine. In her head, she was wondering if it was possible for an already menacing face to become even more menacing. Unfortunately, yes, and she was looking at it.

The wolf's eyes appeared even more dark, as if cast in shadows as his eyebrows bent and his lips curled into a deeper frown. He wasn't made at Tulip - business is business, and she had an eye for clothes. No, he was mad at the giggling vixen beside him who seemingly thought he was made of money.

"Tee-hee! Go ahead, Connor! Pay the nice young woman," Misty said, much to her son's chagrin.

"Gghhh... I'm not made of money, mom," he muttered as he reached into his wallet, pulling out the one hundred dollar bill he had within.

Besides them down on the counter, was a bag of neatly folded clothes; all of which were now Misty's as Connor handed the bill to Tulip. The squirrelgirl thanked him silently for it, before putting it away into her register, returning with his change. It... didn't make the wolf feel any better, but he kinda saw this coming anyway.

It's not like his mother had any money to buy her own clothes... she really needed to get a job!

"Thank you so much for buying this for me, Connor darling," Misty said, though he dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "Oh! But before we go..." her green eyes then shifted back to the store owner, "Miss Tulip... is _it_in here...?"

"Oh, yes, it is, Miss Hail," the squirrelgirl replied, taking Connor aback.

What was this 'it' they were talking about? And why were they talking like they knew each other? 'Miss Hail' and 'Miss Tulip'? What the hell was going on? Had they been talking when he wasn't paying attention?

"Great! Well then," Misty said as she picked up the bag of clothes, her gaze shifting to meet her son, "Are you ready, darling?"

"Uh... yeah... let me just..." he reached out for the bag of clothes, but his mother pulled it bag.

"Nuh-uh-uh! I think... I think I'll hold it today, Connor..." she said, which further stunned him.

He gazed at his mother in a quizzical and incredulous manner, trying to figure out what game she was playing that would lead her to carry the bag around herself. But his mother didn't even meet his gaze, and instead looked aside, while a blush appeared on her cheeks.

Whatever this 'it' was, she didn't want to share it. He could force her to tell him - it was his money they were using - but like many things involving his mother, Connor just... let it go.

"Okay... let's head home..."

"I'm right behind you, darling."

...

People have differing opinions on when Willington is at its most beautiful. Some would say it was most beautiful at night, when the lights of the city glow, and cars streak upon the roads. Especially on an evening where it just rained, giving everything this vibrancy that's hard to match. And when you're standing on one of its many, many bridges, gazing upon the metropolis, its as if the stars in the heavens have come down to the ground.

Others still would argue that Willington is most beautiful in the morning. The radiant sun gleams through buildings, illuminating roads and sidewalks. People walk around, some heading to work, others even going home. Gusty winds which billow, causing coats and hair to bounce. All as the silver structures of the city glow with an almost ethereal light.

But of all the times of day, Connor would have to say his favorite would be sunset. When he's heading home on some bus, or metro, or whatever, he typically looks out the window to see the skies painted red and orange. All the while, the sun descends beyond the harbor to vanish past the horizon, darkening the heavens in its wake. There's just something about that moment which... cannot be beat.

After a long day of shopping, walking, and riding more than just a few buses, Connor found himself finally back at his apartment. Gotta say, for a day where he wanted to do nothing but sleep, things sure had taken quite the turn, hadn't they?

But at least he was home now, free to watch TV, or sleep, or eat... but no. For even when he was at home...

"Connor, darling?"

His work was never done.

The wolf pulled back from his desk, his gaze cutting through his paltry bedroom towards the hall of his apartment. Exiting his room, he headed for the living room, but instead o being on the couch like usual, his mother was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the door to the_bathroom_ was slightly ajar, taking him aback. When he reached out for it, the door was pulled open instead.

And he came face to face with his mother. His _half-naked_mother.

Gone were her streetwise clothes. Gone were the bands and clips in her hair that tamed it into a ponytail. Here Misty stood in nothing but a green bathrobe, her hair falling free as her green eyes stared towards her son, a curious expression on her face. His meanwhile was slack jawed as he came face to face with his mother's nudity. The robe covered her... but it did so _sensually._The sash of it was tied tight around her waist, the garment was parted at the top to flaunt the her cleavage, and also parted at the bottom to expose her thighs. Connor couldn't believe his eyes, while Misty merely cocked her head from left to right.

"Darling...? Is everything okay?" she asked, before he covered his face.

"Gkgh!? Hr! Why... why are you wearing just that?" the wolf asked as he turned his head away, making her smile.

"Tee-hee! Does your mother's body scare you, Connor?" she asked in a teasing manner, "Remember? We used to bathe together all the time!"

"Yeah, when I was... like... three!" he replied, though she shook her head.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about, Connor... but if it really makes you feel that uncomfortable," Misty muttered as she tied her bathrobe more around her body... which didn't really do much. If anything, it only made matters worse, for his mother's already elegant and even_lewd_ body felt more pronounced. Just the tightness of the sash helped insinuate her bosom... which was not what Connor wanted at the moment.

"Anyway, darling... can you draw me a bath?"

"WHAT!?"

Embarrassed though he may be, Connor was so shocked by Misty's brazen request, that his eyes quickly snapped back upon her face. She merely looked back with that ever taunting and teasing smile of hers, which only made him growl more.

"Can't you do that yourself?" he asked, to which she nodded.

"Of course I can! But..." she pointed towards her bag of clothes in the distance, "I want to get my clothes and my makeup ready for my date so... can you draw a bath? For Mommy? Tee-hee! I'd so hate to waste time!"

Connor's face soon dropped the shocked expression he wore, though his annoyance was still palpable. While he could just say no, he knew doing so would only cause an argument to break out between them, which could ruin her date. So... he relented.

Again...

"Thank you so much, darling!" Misty said as she clapped her hands together, watching as he slipped inside.

He didn't respond, save for an annoyed growl which she only giggled to. But... hey, things may not be too bad; at least here he could sit for a moment and think as he watched the tub fill with water.

Think... think... think...

What was with that conversation Misty had with Tulip before they left? Connor wasn't paying close attention to it, though he figured his mother bought something else that he hadn't seen. Oh, wait, no, _he_bought something, because it was his money his mother used, of course. But, sure, fine, whatever; Tulip had fair prices anyway. Besides, Connor was more focused on whatever it was his mother actually bought, than whose money she used to buy it.

Simply put... what was 'it'? She was holding the bag, refusing to allow him to look inside, which was odd. She almost always made him carry something, no matter what. So the fact that she held it was clear that she was hiding something.

But what? What was she hiding?

In the end, did it matter? Connor knew he didn't have it in him to confront his mother about it, like many things in his life. He felt bad for not pushing the issue, but he also felt bad for even thinking about it. She was his mother, not his sister, or his daughter, or even his cousin. Even now - with all the issues and failings she has - Misty still owns some modicum of authority over him.

But it was also that same love and respect he had for his mother that made him wonder, just who was this guy she was going on a date with? As stated before, Misty has always had a terrible choice in men, so what's to say things have changed now? Just thinking about it made him curl his hand into a fist, his gaze cutting elsewhere. Why couldn't his mother just settle down alone? Not try and find joy in some guy she's met? Perhaps then, things would be... different.

Perhaps...

If she needed to find someone at all, then it should be someone reliable. Someone she can trust. Someone she knows. Someone she_loves._Someone like... like...

"Connor? Is the water ready?"

Looking over his shoulder, his eyes met Misty's curious gaze, which swept over to the steaming tub of mist and bubbles. Squealing in glee, the vixen even clapped her hands together with childish excitement. All the while, Connor groaned and face palmed himself.

"Okay! Okay! I'll get in right now!" Misty said as she walked in front of him.

"Wait! Let me get out first!" the wolf cried.

But his mother would do no such thing as she positioned herself in front of the tub. His eyes first growing wide, Connor then turned around, dropping his gaze upon the mirror in the bathroom. But in doing so, he only came face to face with his mother's reflection.

Slowly Misty undid the sash of her bathrobe, allowing it to grow slack on her body. Then she began pealing it off of her body, flaunting her smooth shoulders, and then her immaculate back. Even her long black and green hair did nothing to obscure her body, which was being revealed as every second went by.

Sexy, sensual, lewd, and alluring; those were the words Connor would use to describe his mother's body. As the robe fell down to her feet, the wolf realized how voluptuous Misty's body was. The shoulders, the waist, the hips, the buttocks, the everything. His mother was so... so... hggh... his mother was so...

"Connor...? Are you still there?" Misty said as she covered her breasts whilst looking over her shoulder towards him.

"I'm going... I'm going..."

He said as he quickly marched out of the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him.

Leering at said door, Misty pushed her glasses up on her face.

"Huh..."

She could've sworn she saw her son's pants get... tight?

...

There were no games coming on today, no new movie he wanted to see, nor were their any shows he wanted to catch up on. No, this Saturday, all Connor had was nothing. So he sat on a stool near his kitchen counter, leering at the TV as some house-hunting show played. Watching, but not really watching... you get it, right?

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"Oh, daarrliinnnggg~~~!" his mother's voice suddenly rang from the hallway, "I'm ready for my date, tee-hee!"

"Mm? Huh?"

His gaze swiveled over towards the hall, and as expected, he saw his mother.

But...

She was wearing the same clothes she wore earlier that day; the clothing he called 'pretty'. The green sweater/croptop that flaunted her midriff, and the tight, pin-stripe pants that hugged to her legs. However, she was also wearing boots now as oppose to her sneakers from before. Not only that, but her ponytail had been done away with, replaced with twintails which fell from the sides of her head like streamers.

But her face too had undergone a transformation. Added mascara, thicker eyelashes... heh... _green_lipstick. His mother truly loved the color green.

"So... how do I look?" Misty asked as she tossed up some hair, further flaunting her beauty.

There were a few words Connor had in mind. Vivacious. Voluptuous. Alluring. Beautiful. Sexy...

But of course, these are not the thoughts a son should be having for his mother. So he simply said,

"You look good, Mom."

"What? Only good? Not amazing? Not perfect? Not divine?" she responded, causing him to roll his eyes, "Ah! I need to look better than just 'good'."

"It's fine, Mom! Jeeze... you're such a drama queen..." he muttered as he scratched the back of his head.

"Hmph! I prefer the term 'thespian'... still..." she reached over, stroking his cheek and face, "Kufu... I appreciate your opinion, Connor, and I can see it in your eyes. Your mother looks ravishing!"

"Ggghh..."

Well... she's not wrong in those regards, though he knew she was just teasing him.

Right...?

"You... still haven't told me where you're going... or who it is you're even dating," Connor stated, though his mother shook her head dismissively.

"Does it even matter?" she replied, "Kufu! If things go well, you'll meet him in the future. If not, well..." she shrugged her shoulders, "There are many fish out in the sea!" then she pulled away, a sigh leaving her lips, "Connor, darling... you're not a child anymore. You don't have to constantly worry about your mother. It's... just a date. You've been on plenty, I'm sure."

_Yeah, but I have a good head on my shoulders..._is what Connor _wanted_to say. Instead he just shook his head and nodded, relenting once more to his mother's will as she smiled at him.

It was hard to judge Misty, at least as her son. She had this... cheery ignorance to her; like she was still somehow stuck in high school, and not the middle-aged woman she was. Was he in the wrong for not confronting his mother about these things? He... he just wanted her to be--

"Safe... Mom... be safe..." he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders, making her smile in a beaming manner.

"Kufu... oh... Connor... always taking care of your mother..." she replied before moving in to...

Hug him.

And Connor hugged back.

"I just want you... to be okay..."

...

That's what Connor has always wanted; for his mother to be okay. He was aware of her less than stellar track record when it comes to life. Being a teenage mom, her constant arguments with her father - his grandfather - and her absolutely awful choice in men... but that's still his mother. And never once had he felt she had any sense of animosity towards him. She never blamed him for the awful moments of her life, never seemed to think being a teenage mom was what caused her to flounder in life. If anything, she always saw him as the best thing in her life. At least, that's what he felt.

Jeeze, it is not healthy for a man like him to have so much questionable feelings towards his mother. Ugh..

It had been several hours since his mother left for her date. By now, the moon was high in the sky, and the full lights of Willington were on full display. And Connor was sitting there on his couch, the TV off, his brown eyes just leering at the lights gleaming out of his window. He should be sleeping right now. Hell, he _wanted_to be sleeping right now. But of course, with his mother out there doing who knows what with God knows who, how could he sleep? He was worried about her...

He prayed that - after all this time - his mother finally got it together. That somewhere in her head, two pieces finally connected, clicking so that she could make sense of herself and the world around her. That Misty would finally - finally...

Grow up...

FWUM! SLAM!!!

Today... didn't look like to be that day day.

Connor's head turned quickly, looking away from his desk to once again gaze across his bedroom. The door to his home had quickly opened up, only to be just as quickly slammed shut, taking him aback. No knocks, no nothing, meaning it had to be-

"Mom...?"

Getting up from his desk, he made way for the door, opening it slowly as he heard yet another door open and close within his home. The bathroom door; he knew that much from the sound of it. And when he exited out into the hall, yes, the bathroom door was open, with a glimmer of golden light peering through its crack.

Oh no...

Quickly Connor rushed for the door, only to slow up as his hand reached out for it. Through the cracks he heard...

"Guh-huh!? Gnnghh! _SNIFF!_Ah-ha! _SNRRRK!_Wwaaah!? Haaaah!"

Crying...

Slowly he pulled open the door, his eyes falling on... his mother but... everything about her looked so... disheveled.

One of Misty's twintails was undone, falling in a messy tangle of hair. Her sweater was pulled partially down one of her arms, showing more than just a little bit of skin. The boots and pin-stripe pants she wore - once so flawless when she left - now had mud and dirt upon them, like she was running and fell in some back alleys... or she was_kneeling_ in them. On the counter of the bathroom sink, there was his mother's phone... but it was cracked. And resting beside it in a crumbled mess of bills was probably thirty... maybe forty dollars at the most.

But that's all Connor could see at the moment as he stood behind his mother. He opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced as he watched her open up the cabinet before her, pulling out her toothbrush. And when she closed the cabinet again, the mirror reflected her face.

Cheeks puffy, eyes swelling, tears streaming down. His mother was always vivacious, always vibrant, always expressive and mature, no matter what. But now here she was, lacking any sort of beauty. Mascara running as she cried, lipstick smeared, and her glasses... well...

At least her glasses were okay.

Slowly Connor pushed open the door of the bathroom, watching his mother apply toothpaste to her toothbrush, and just as quickly plugging it into her mouth. Still crying and sobbing, the vixen brushed her teeth as she leered at her reflection, making her son wonder... just what the hell happened here

But he was a smart man... he could tell this 'date' wasn't a... well... he didn't want to think about it.

So he stepped forward, his hand reaching out, his lips moving to say,

"Mom...?"

Misty stopped brushing her teeth, seeing his reflection in the mirror before quickly looking away in an attempt to hide her face. It didn't work, not with the mirror there to show all the pain, the sadness, the discomfort. But the vixen took in a deep breath, trying to stop her tears as she said...

"Connor...?"

Her ears bent down, her tail too, and she swallowed her and paste as she placed her toothbrush aside. Sucking in air through her nose, she looked over her shoulder towards her son, finally revealing the pained visage she wore. She felt ashamed of herself, disgusting and putrid, filthy and dirty. But this revolting feeling she held towards herself, did not stop her from walking up to Connor, her head hung low as her hands clung to him. And...

Hug!

"Mmgmggh! Mmmggghh! _SNIIIFFFF!_MMMGGHH! MMMFFF! CONNORRRRRR!!!"

He frowned as his mother cried into his chest, hating this feeling of uselessness within him. He wanted her to go back to that annoying and overbearing smile she usually had... not this. Even for all of his mother's faults, he didn't like her being. But what could he do aside from just being the pillar she needed.

"_Sniiifff!!!_Hmmm!_Sniiiifff!!!_Hmmmm!"

But his hand fell on her head, gently petting and nuzzling her in closer against his chest. Her crying had started to subside, though sobs continued bubbling up every now and then. Again and again her nostrils flared, taking in the odor her son gave off. And as she did so, she...

"Sniff... sniff... hmm... have you always... smelled so good...?" Misty asked, confusing her son.

"What?" Connor asked, though she shook her head dismissively.

Pulling her gaze up, her green eyes met her son's brown ones. That flat expression he almost always wore... why did it feel so calming now? Reaching up, Misty palmed her son's face, allowing a smile to creep upon her lips, despite the tears that continued rolling down her eyes.

"I think... of all the things I've ever created, you are easily the most perfect," the vixen claimed, causing Connor to briefly look away.

"Well... it's not like you're an artist or something so... that's a pretty small list," Connor replied, making her chuckle... but it was dry and pathetic.

"I've never been a good mother, have I?" she asked, drawing his gaze back, "I always did my best with you, I promise. I'm just... I just... I..." she closed her eyes and shook her head, sobbing between clinched teeth, "You... you grew up before I did! I... I'm sorry for being a useless mother!" Grab!"Huh?"

Looking down, her hands suddenly were gripped by their wrists. Connor was holding her, forcing her to stare up into his face. That stoic, aloof, at times annoyed face... and how those brown eyes seemed to glow.

"Mom... you're annoying," he said simply, "You always sit on my couch, doing your hair and nails, applying makeup, making yourself look good, even though most of the time you don't go anywhere. You don't clean up around the house, you don't cook anything, so I always have to pick up food for us, and you always use my money to buy whatever you want. You even barged your way into my life, without ever having explained _why_you did so."

"Connor..."

"And despite that... well..." his expression shifted into something hapless, "I never once felt like you were useless. Mom..." he stroked his hand lovingly along her face, "I love you... you know that, right?"

Hearing him say such a thing, Misty's face first appeared stunned, only to puff up as a few more tears streamed down her cheeks. But said tears belied how she truly felt, as a sporadic smile spread out over her lips. She hugged him again, and he hugged her back, where he slowly began leading his mother away from the bathroom. Guiding her back to the living room, he sat her down on the couch, with the only light being the one which came through his windows.

Misty pulled back then, her hand moving to move some of the hair that fell in front of her face. And when her green eyes looked up, Connor swore they were the brightest lights he'd ever seen. So alluring, so vivcious, so vibrant; and all of that was locked onto him. Even with the running mascara, and the smudged lipstick, once his mother gave him one of those beguiling smiles, she truly became a stunning woman with no equal.

And when she spoke...

"Darling..."

Her face leaned in, illuminated by the ambient glow of the lights through his window.

"Mom... I-- mmmfff..."

And she kissed him.

It was chaste at first; lips merely pressing up against lips, and nothing else. But then his mother pushed in, maneuvering his mouth open with superior skill. Before Connor knew it, Misty's tongue was sliding into his mouth, stroking along his teeth, before grinding against his tongue.

It felt good. It felt better than good. It felt amazing.

Connor moaned...

"Mmmm..."

And Misty moaned too...

"Nmmmmnn..."

His eyes grew wide.

Chua!

"Gahah!? What the!? Wh-what!?" Connor said, his eyes darting around as he realized what just happened between the two of them, "What did... why did I-- uh?"

But Misty's fingers fell upon his lips, silencing her son. He looked across to her, where he once again saw this look of desperation adorn her face. It was like his mother _needed_this, even if he was confused.

"Please, Connor... if it's just for tonight," Misty said as her fingers left his stunned lips, "Don't think of me... as your mother... just call me Misty, okay?"

"But I..."

"No 'buts'... please..." she looked down, "Connor... this is... this is the only thing I'm _good_at... let me just..."

"Mom, I'm your--"

"I know... and..." she shook her head, "I just want to feel this for a moment... if just for tonight..."

"Just for...? What are you talking about?" Connor muttered, still confused by his mother's wording... or merely hesitant to fully grasp what the vixen was inferring.

But there was nothing to infer when she moved in again, pressing her lips to his cheek to kiss him, while her bust pushed up against his chest. These kisses weren't the typical, loving pecks his mother would give him on occasion, no. They were hungrier than that, tugging on his cheek as she showered him with smooches and smacks, while her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Sitting on his lap fully, Misty even began grinding her buttocks down against the forming lump in his pants, much to Connor's chagrin. He tried thinking about something else - dirty thoughts like trash, mud, and gunk - but his mother's sensual body beat down his defenses. His manhood was rising, further and harder, while Misty herself raised up.

"Mmm..."

"Hrrrnngghh..."

Her breasts pressed into Connor's face, smothering him in her scent, while her arms continued hugging him in close. And... had his mother always smelled this sweet? He was used to her odor wafting around his apartment, but not once had he ever noticed how lovely it was. This odor that permeated his nose, fueling a sense of desire in him that had never been there before. This wasn't just the passing boners he's get on occasion around his mother, no, this was passion starting to grow, expand, explode!

And Misty could feel it...

"I've noticed you... getting hard around me, darling," the vixen whispered into his ear, "It's okay, Connor... sometimes... sometimes... _sniiifffff...!_Hmmm... your smell sets me on fire too."

"Mom... I... hrrrggg..."

"Misty... please, Connor... call me Misty..." his mother pleaded, making his ears twitch, "And let me just..."

A few more shifts of her body, making her grind her buttocks harder against his lap. The soft, round, plump curvature of her peach-shaped ass, was now rubbing against the hardening length that had formed within his pants. And with said pants being nothing more than sweatpants, there wasn't much he could do to hide himself.

Feeling it - feeling this sizable lump press up against the crack of her ass - Misty groaned out with near orgasmic desire. Her son got this hard over her? Why did that make her feel so _good?_This desire, this energy; she wanted more of it! She _needed_more of it!

"Please touch me..." Misty groaned, "Connor... I _need_it..."

While hesitant, the desires and lusts eventually won out, guiding the wolf along to touch his mother's body. He began chastely enough; merely stroking his hands along her back and midsection. There was something about his mother's tight figure that he just couldn't get enough of. For a woman who does almost nothing save for sit on his couch and get drunk, she certainly had an almost perfect body. Plump in all the right areas - like her chest, her thighs, and her butt - while slim in all the others - like her shoulders, her arms, and her waist.

So his hands - his big, strong, hands - stroked sensually along these slimmer areas, taking note of her back in particular. Lusty groans and lewd coos slipped out of his mother's lips as she was felt up, her body arching to press more of her round tits into his face.

"Darling~~" she even called, her moaning tone sending hot shivers down his spine.

He brought up his hand, stroking it under her shirt where his hand cupped upon one of her tits. He felt the hard, elegant shell of a bra pressing back against his palm. Clenching it, he squeezed over his mother's breast, filling his hand with her bosom as he began groping her. Clench and squeeze up, pressing in, pulling back; around and around and around. Every clench brought a moan from the lusty vixen's lips, making her arch back so that her son could have full access to her chest.

Touching, groping, building her lusts higher and higher... and his as well.

As the uncomfortable pull of incest was slowly discarded, Connor found himself rising up. With one, tight squeeze upon her bosom, he brought Misty's gaze down, her green eyes meeting his brown ones. And for a moment, all they could hear was the sound of their own energetic breathing. Neither side said a word... but their bodies spoke a thousand of them.

"Hmmm!"

"Mmmff!"

They crashed their mouths into one another, hungrily kissing one another with far greater power and passion than they had before. No longer was Connor hesitant; his tongue was just as hungry for his mother as she was for him. Whipping and lashing, twirling and dancing, trading delicious spit as they made out on his couch.

Amid their furious liplock, Misty guided her hand down her son's chest. His body felt so firm, so strong, despite the many hours he spends sitting in a cubicle behind some computer screen. But even this immaculate body was not what the vixen was pawning for, no... that would come later. For now...

Her hand dropped down to the lump in his pants, their lips parting with a bridge of spit hanging between the two of them. Gazing down, Misty's eyes fell on her hand as she rubbed her son's length through his pants, feeling it twitch, and throb, and buck along her fingers.

"Mom... mmn... M-Misty," Connor groaned, drawing her green eyes back up to him.

But the vixen said nothing, instead giving her son a sensual, mischievous smile. Slowly raising herself off of his lap, she then moved down on her knees before the wolf, causing him to raise up as well. Gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, Misty slowly pulled them down causing the garment to pool around his feet...

And reveal his cock.

"Oh... oh my..."

So big, so long, so red, and so lively. Just standing tall like that, twitching between them while Connor panted softly; it was truly a sight to behold. And Misty certainly did, marveling at her son's penis as she leaned her head in. Planting her nose to the side of his knot, she...

Sniff... snifff...

"Mmmm... Connor..."

His scent flowed deeper into her nose, coaxing groans from deep within. Pressing her nose harder against his penis, Misty began rubbing it along her face, getting a feel for him. The texture, the veins, the odor, the heat. That fucking heat! It felt like she'd burn up from touch alone, but that didn't stop her from rubbing up against him more and more.

Then her hands seized upon his cock, stroking along their sides to guide his cock up. Looking up, Misty's green eyes met her son's brown ones, watching and reading his every reaction as she touched him. Hands that stroked, gliding and dancing along his veins and knot, triggering moans from his clenched teeth. Then one hand came down to fondle his balls, feeling their weight sag and push down on his palm. Her other hand meanwhile came to dance along the tip of his cock, swirling about, around and around and around.

His mother... knew how to handle a cock. Teasing and touching, pleasing and kneading, making Connor melt as he leaned back into his couch. The sensual hands of the vixen knew his every weak spot, areas of his penis even he was aware of. And when her hand wrapped around his girthy length stroke up and up and up...

"Gnnnghhhh!!!"

He groaned out even louder, barely capable of keeping a lid on his lips.

When he looked back down, he once again met the alluring, bewitching visage of the grinning vixen beneath him. Misty felt amazing bringing such noises out of her son, hearing him moan and groan as if he'd cum from her slightest touches alone! But things were only getting better, and she brought down her head. Eyes locking in on the tapered tip of her son's cock, Misty pursed her lips and...

Chu...

"Mmmmm..."

Even the slightest touch of her lips against his cock was enough to gift her some of his precum. So salty, so bitter, so good. Mmmm...! Again and again, Misty pressed her soft lips to the tip of Connor's cock, drawing groans from him as he gripped the tightly upon the cushions of the couch beneath him.

Then her tongue hung out, slicking and sliding against the side of his cock as she began licking him. Her soft lips were one thing, but her wet and warm tongue was something else entirely. It too was slender, brushing along his cock with these stroking, sliding movements that teased his veins. And the way she ran it from his knot to the tip and back again, was without equal. Each lick, each jostle of his balls, each stroke of his hand, drew Connor's pleasure higher and higher.

But nothing could beat the feeling of his mother's hot, moist breath, as she breathed all over his cock.

When he looked down, his gaze once again the gaze of the vixen between his legs, and the sensual smile she had on. How much of this was a facade, and how much of this was real? With his mind swimming in pleasure as it was now, Connor couldn't really decipher... nor did he care to.

Not when his mother...

"Mmmfff..."

"Haaaah... shit... haaaahh!"

Stuffed his cock into her mouth.

Eyes squeezing shut as some tears swelled, Misty began pushing her mouth down upon her son's cock. Its size and weight forced open her jaw, whilst pushing down on her as well. The taste too was without equal, being so salty, so sweaty. But the longer she had it in her mouth, the easier it became to maintain it all. Her head began guiding back and forth at a steady pace, with hungry moans leaving her lips. Misty's tongue moved as well, swirling and sliding along her son's cock as she held it hostage within her mouth.

Connor couldn't believe it; his mother was sucking his cock. Not only that, but she was fucking _great_at it! She even looked up at him with this sexy smirk on her lips, as if to say 'Yes, this is happening'. A sliver of drool hung from his lips as he gazed upon this sensual and taboo sight, while he slowly began rising. Bringing over his hand, he palmed the middle of Misty's head, bringing a shocked expression to her bespectacled visage. But she did not fight him off, and instead grew slack, allowing him to dictate the pace.

And dictate it he did.

"Mm! Mm! Mmph! Mmph! Mm! Mm! Mmmph! Mmph! Mmphh!"

Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down; Misty was brought along her son's cock beneath his guiding hand. After a few moments, his cock was glistening wet with spit and saliva, and also painted green thanks to her smearing lipstick. The vixen herself appeared focused, with eyes screwed shut as she was forced around the thick girth of her son's cock. How it dove in deeper and deeper with every successive push, up until the point that she had to relax her throat, allowing him too--

"Haaaaahgghh!?"

Slide into her throat.

"GLGKH!? GGGHHH!"

The sound of his mother choking was enough to alert Connor, causing him to draw back on his hand... but Misty remained firm. No, she did more than just remain firm; she began pushing back deeper and harder against his cock. Chocking noises aside, the vixen pushed down on her son's cock up until she felt it finally slip into her throat... and then some.

Stunned silent, Connor couldn't believe it his mother swallowed his cock...knot included. Every inch of his dick was in her mouth and throat, held hostage by the slutty vixen. He tried coaxing her off, but Misty held firm, refusing to budge even an inch. She wanted her son to feel_eeeveerrryyyythiinnggg..._

And, oh yeah, Connor felt eeeeveerrryyyytthiiinnngg...

His mother's teeth, his mother's tongue, his mother's throat, his mother's spit; every inch of his mother's mouth was suckling on his cock. How long she was going to sit down there, he wasn't sure, but when his brown eyes looked down upon her, they met her own green ones gazing back. Connor... just couldn't take it anymore.

"Gaaah! Misty I... gnnghgh!"

"_SLURRRRRRRKKKK!!! POP!_Ahhhnnn... hooooh... fuaaah... mmfff... do it, Connor," his mother groaned as she palmed his cock again, stroking it off, "Fucking do it... cum all over my face..."

"Aaaahh..."

She looked determined. Yes, that's it; Misty was determined to take the cum straight out of his balls. Stroking his cock, her green eyes holding so much lust and need, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, and even her tail wagged with steady anticipation. Waiting, waiting, waiting, breathing, breathing, breathing, stroking, stroking, stroking, until finally,

"Guahah!"

Squirrrtt!

"Aaaaahhhnnn!"

So strong, so loud, so virile. Her son's climax was the mightiest, most amazing orgasm she's ever seen come from a man. These thick, white ropes of pure wolf cum came splattering upon the vixen, staining her features and streaking along her glasses with line after line of sperm. And every time she thought it was over, another bullet of spunk came from that dick, leaving Misty's face stained with cum; from her black and green hair, down to her chin.

"Haaaahhhnnn..."

But she didn't hate it... quite the opposite.

Lips rumbling, she suckled down the cum which stained them, moaning as his seed danced on her tongue. Her son was so strong, so virile... hmmm... and going by the still throbbing cock before her, he was so energetic as well.

Though even Connor was confused.

Usually after a climax - whether it be with a girl he was dating, or just masturbation - his cock would almost always go soft. But this time, his cock continued pumping with so much blood, it actually hurt! He even palmed his cock and gave it a brief stroke, wondering why it wasn't going down... only for Misty to rise up.

Swiping some more cum off of her face, she licked it clean off of her fingers, swooning from its taste and texture. It had... been a while since something like this felt good to do. Usually she felt dirty and disgusting, even if she's done it many times in the past. But this time - sucking Connor's cock - it felt so... erotic, and it felt so good.

Aaah...

"Connor, I..." Misty whispered, only to grow silent as her son stood up from the couch.

His brown eyes locked in on her face, making her blush and look away. His size and stature made her feel so dainty and small, but once again, this felt good... she liked it. Moreover, her son's face had become more serious, more determined. Accepting this taboo act of incest, he was more than ready to keep things going.

And Misty was too...

With her son standing beside her, she reached her hand down to grab his cock, jerking him off while her green eyes gazed into his brown ones. He looked back, his hand gripping and tugging the hem of her green crop top. Pulling it up and up, he brought the garment off of his mother's face, revealing the secret 'it' she brought from Tulip's store.

An elegant bra clung close to Misty's body... and yes, it was green. This green, floral print bra, and perhaps a matching pair of panties within her pants, but let's focus on the top right now.

Stroking his hand along his mother's smooth, flat stomach, Connor's touch eventually came to her breasts, once again groping her. His sweet touch drew moans from her, with Misty tossing her hair back as she basked in his worship.

But she wasn't pleased with just this; the vixen wanted to feel more of his body too. And while his cock was still being jerked by her hand below, her other hand came up to the top he was wearing. Bringing it up and up, she pulled the garb off of his body, unveiling the body beneath. The body belonged to her son... aahh... and such a strong body it was.

Connor was no bodybuilder, no stout Adonis of a man, but he was strong and fit and firm in all of the right places. He clearly took care of himself, and hit the gym more often than not. Heh, it must have been something he inherited from her, but that's besides the point. For now, Misty stroked her hands along the firm muscles on his chest, marveling at his physique, and wondering how she'd missed it all this time. Not only that but...

"Snifff... snifff... mmmm... snifff... haaaah..."

That odor.

Pressing her nose up to his chest, the vixen took heavy whiff after heavy whiff of her son's body. And each time that odor came flooding into her nose, it was like a rush of heat traveled through her. It guided Misty along, causing her to press her lips to his chest as she kissed him. Again... and again... and again...

But Connor wasn't content to just stand there, was he? No, he reached up and around, his hand coming to the clips of her bra, where he undid them with this casual ease to his movements.

Fwip...

"Aaahh..."

Such a beautiful, elegant, green bra... but it had served its purpose.

Misty's breasts bounced out in the open. Full, round, curved, and pronounced. Whatever sagging they did, it was barely there. Such soft, smooth, shimmering black fur, with hard, ebony nipples to boot. Her breasts exposed, the vixen raised her hand to the side of one of her tits, squeezing and lifting it as if to offer more of her body to her son. He seemingly took the bait, for his hand came around, first to stroke along the side of her bosom, before pressing in to squeeze.

"Nnnghhnnn~~~"

Her sugary moans filled the air, while he touched her bosom directly. Like before, Connor groped his mother's tit, feeling her freed breasts fill the palm of his hand. Such a great size, so softy, and so jiggly as well. That fat tit tried to spill through the cracks of his fingers as he squeezed in. And all of this made Misty lean back, her moans getting louder and louder and louder.

"Aaaahhhhnnn~~~!"

To think he'd ever see this side of his mother. To think he'd ever draw such noises out of his mother. To think he'd ever do such things with his mother. Connor couldn't believe this was happening, let alone that he was living it. But as he stared down upon his mother's lustful, orgasmic, moaning face, he realized just how much he too wanted this. All that time he'd noticed his mother's body, marveling at it form afar, only for this to happen. The shame he felt before was gone now. And as Misty's head tipped up so that their eyes could meet one another yet again... he and she...

"Mmfff..."

"Mmmm..."

Tongues danced around in their mouths as they kissed one another. An explosion of taste, a growth of desire. Kissing and kissing and kissing, before Connor pulled away in his hungered lust. His lips lapped at his mother's neck, biting with enough pressure to make her groan out loud. But then his kissing continued down, licking along her shoulders and clavicle. His hands too stroked along her body, exploring her sensual sides, and vivacious voluptuousness. This tight fucking figure... before the end of the night, he was going to make it his!

Coming to her bosom, he drew Misty back so she could once again sit on his lap, while he fell upon the couch. His slobbering and wild kisses lashed at her body, lips coming over to her bouncy breasts. At first he breathed over her hard nipples, but then he latched upon one and suckled down hard. The hardened nub was pulled into her bosom, making her head croon back as she let out another shivering moan.

"Connoorrrr ~~~Hooooooh! Ooooohhh~~~"

Why was he sucking so damn hard!? And his tongue? It slapped and brushed along her nipples, lathering her in nothing but spit! But Connor's hunger wasn't pleased with just one nipple; he needed both! So again and again he'd swap tits, suckling hard on one, before switching over to the other, and back again. And his hands too kept groping her tits, pushing and lifting them up so that her fat, juicy nipples could be go straight into his mouth. And with those two breasts pressing against one another - her nipples grinding against the other nipple - Connor attacked her breasts all at once and--

"Slurrrrrrrppp!!!"

"Holy shittt! Haaaaaahahh~~~"

Misty was lactating.

Delicious, creamy milk went straight into Connor's mouth, and he showed no signs of slowing down. Every draw brought in a healthy dosage of milk, with the wolf guzzling it down like a drunkard at a bar. And every suckle sent a surge of pleasure rushing through Misty's body, whose eyes even rolled back. She never thought nursing could feel this good!

"Fuck! Aaaaahh~ Connorrrrrrr~~~!" she groaned as her head snapped back, and her hand stroked his head, "Drry... haaaah... nnghh! Suck me dryyyyy!"

And at the rate he was going, that's exactly what would happen. Connor sucked, and he drew, and he slurped, harder and harder. All the while, Misty ground herself upon his waist and cock, feeling that hard length press up against her thigh. If only these... stupid pants weren't in the way! She couldn't take it anymore!

"Connor, wait, I--!"

But she cut herself off as her son dropped her tits, pulling back so that he could marvel at his work. Spit and milk mixing together, all of it oozing down her bosom in rivers, before eventually dripping off the curvature of her breasts to fall upon his body beneath her. Once more he brought up his hands, groping her bosom briefly, before releasing to look back into her eyes. And Misty herself pulled back to stand up before him.

Reaching her hands down, the vixen began fiddling with her pants in order to remove them. The soft clicking of her belt followed the sight of her kicking off her boots, with Misty sliding her thumbs into the waistband of her pants shortly after. Together, she began pulling the garment down her body, slowly unveiling the gorgeous flesh of her thick legs.

And the slutty pair of green panties she was wearing beneath them.

If the bra was elegant with its floral pattern and hard lace, this was skanky with its elastic material and...

Jingle...

Bell? Yeah, it had a bell resting on the front of it. It wasn't a large one, but whenever his mother shook her hips like... now...

Jinggglle...

It gave a shallow rung.

Reaching out for his mother, Connor grabbed her by the waist, keeping her in place while his hands began to stroke up and down her body. Such a marvelous physique; the way it bottoms out into this round, shapely buttocks, and how her thighs are so nice and plump. His hands explored every inch of her lower torso, coaxing soft groans and moans from Misty's lips. She softly rocked her hips before him, further taunting her son to do more to her. Instead, he grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling until...

Swhap!

Snap!

"Aaaah! Connoorrrr... that was rude of you," Misty muttered as she rubbed her slightly pained hip.

But he didn't answer, instead slowly dragging her panties down. Around and around and around she rocked her hips, stopping only until her panties were resting in the same crumbled heap as her pants. There Connor kept his mother standing, marveling at her pussy as he came face to face with it.

The odor...

The heat...

The nectar...

His mother was wet, and all of those juices were collected down here between her thighs. Grabbing his mother by her hips and butt, he pulled her in close, just to stuff his nose against the crux of her pelvis. Every smell...

Sniff...!

Was like a hit...

Sniiffff!

Of his favorite...

Snnnniiffff!!!

Most intoxicating...

SNIIIIFFFFFF!!!

Drug!

"Aaah... hoh... oh shit..." Connor muttered as he leaned back, his nose now wet with his mother's nectar.

When he looked back, his gaze once again met Misty's moaning face, with the two still silent. And yet, even in silence, she still told him what she wanted. Just a soft motion of her head, even a twitching of her ears, and her tail swiping left and right. All of these movements served to do one thing; coax his gaze back to her sweltering womanhood.

So Connor looked back, his hands coming around to the front of her body. Stroking along her pelvis, his thumbs came down to her folds, prying them apart to expose her warm, wet, pink depths, to the cool air of the living room around them. Misty moaned and shivered again, while her son's head drifted closer and closer and closer until...

Slick!

"Aaaaah-haaaahhhn!!!"

Huh... so that's what it taste's like.

The juices of Misty's southern lips stained his mouth and tongue, oozing inside as he began suckling in harder and deeper. His tongue was first rough, brushing along her folds with this strength to it. But once he got her outsides wet, he corrected course and began moving his tongue with more finesse. Stroking and swirling and dancing along her folds, before coming up to poke into her throbbing clit. The sensitive nub struck the vixen like a thunderbolt, making her lock up in place.

He kissed, he sucked, he licked; he did everything he possibly could with his mouth to lather her folds in his spit. And every one of those touches had Misty moaning around him, her hips softly gyrating upon his face to work his tongue deeper into her.

But really, she didn't need too; Connor was going to force it inside of her at his own pace.

With a push, he caused Misty to fall over upon the living room table, knocking aside cups, plates, cans, and whatever random other crap was on his table. Gripping her thighs, the vixen parted her legs, exposing every inch of her pussy. And Connor got on his knees before his mother, bringing out his large, lupine tongue to--

Slurrrk! Slurrrp! Sliiick!

"Gaaah! Fuck! Aaah! Connnorrrr~~~!"

Kissing, sucking, slurping, licking; Connor did everything to his mother's pussy as he could. And as she laid back upon that table, she gazed down the valley that is her body to stare upon his face, watching as he ate her out. His tongue stimulated her folds, sending pleasure surging form her cunt to her toes, to her ears, and everywhere in between. She couldn't remember a time when her body felt this fucking hot!

"God! Fuck! Aaaah! Shit! Aaauughhnnn!!! Connorrr!" she kept crying out, her legs eventually falling to clamp around his legs, "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me! EAT ME! AAAAHHHAA-HAAAAAAAHHH~~~!!!"

Connor's tongue pushed deep into his mother's core. And with how much tongue he had, oh, it sure did reach. Pushing and pushing and pushing, to the point that her pussy was struggling to close down around him. And when that tongue twisted, then turned, then dragged against her walls, she felt every one of her buttons being pressed. How did he know it; was her son secretly some playboy who sleeps around with girls all the time?

No... it's because he was her son... that's why he could--

"OH!? HAAAH!? UGH!? AAAUNNH! HAH! HAAH! HAAAAAAAHHH~~~!"

A waterfall.

A thick...

Clear...

Hot...

Waterfall.

It all came flooding upon his face, nearly drowning Connor in the scent and odor of his mother's juices. But the sensual body of the vixen was leaning back, her mouth split open as these great, loud moans escaped her. She was suffering perhaps one of the _greatest_orgasms of her entire life right now, letting it rock and crash and shake her body. And once it was all done, once she found herself laying back in a hot, sweaty mess, all Misty could think was...

How another climax would be coming soon... and this one would no doubt be even greater.

Misty swallowed her spit while Connor pulled back, his face dripping wet with her fluids. Both of them were panting, their heads still up in the air about what was going on between the two of them. But then the vixen drew her gaze down, lucking her eyes in upon her son's cock.

Still hard, still red, still dripping precum, with those heavy balls swaying behind. All this foreplay... well... it couldn't last forever, could it? Eventually, they'd both want to... 'seal the deal' as it were. And as she sized up her son's cock, her tongue licking upon her lips in barely restrained desire, Misty knew that moment was now.

Slowly she turned around, placing her chest to the living room table, while she lifted and pushed out her ass. His breathing coming to a stop, Connor marveled at the sight of his mother's buttocks as it was pushed out towards him. The soft and rounded features, the peachy shape, the plush exterior, her puckering anus, and of course, her sopping wet pussy. The way it glistened as honey dripped down her thighs, and the way she swayed her butt left and right, all told Connor one thing.

"Fuck me, Connor... please, fuck me..."

But it sounded so much better to actually hear it.

Reaching out for his mother, Connor grabbed her by her soft, pliable thighs, coaxing a whimper from her lips. Then he pulled back, slowly drawing her away from the table where his tapered cock began to pressing and grinding up against her tight folds. Once that hot rod touched up against her folds, Misty shivered with anticipation.

He was about to... they were about to really... actually... truly... no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They were going to...

Fuck...

Puuuuussshhhhh!!!

"Huaaaaaaahhhhhhnnn!!!"

Big dick! Big dick! Big dick! Fuck! Her son was hung!

It pushed inside of her tight pussy, forcing her walls apart inch by inch by glorious inch! Thick, red-hot cock, giving no quarter, no space, just taking! Misty's body arched up as she took in her son's length, and a loud, slutty, throaty moan left her lips too. Every inch she took in caused her pussy to spurt out bits of her juices, and she wouldn't stop until he stopped. But he wouldn't stop until--

Pat...

He couldn't go any further.

Looking down, Connor gazed upon the spot where they were connected. Mother and son... haaah... together again. Such a strange thought to be having right now... uhh...

Misty's cunt was tight, and Connor's cock was big, but together, it was a perfect fit. There was some slight stretching and discomfort for the vixen, but it was quick to subside, leaving her with nothing but pleasure. The same was true for her son, for while the snug fit clamped a bit on his cock, once he got used to her, he found himself drifting into a state of euphoria.

Every inch of her pussy stroked every inch of his cock, sliding and grinding against his most pleasurable spots. Likewise for Misty, who felt all of her buttons being poked and teased at the same time. Now, all he needed to do was--

Pat!

"Nnghm!?"

Pat!

"Guaahh! Nnhmmm~~!"

Pat!

"Fuck! Haaah! Shit! Fuck!

Pat!

"Haaaaahhhhnnn ~~~! Connnoooorrrrr~~~!"

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Biting into her bottom lip, Misty closed her eyes shut as her son rutted her deep. Every thrust, every penetration, every pound of his burly cock into her cunt, sent a wave rushing through her body. Her plump ass quaked, her hair bounced, her breasts jiggled, all as the living room table shook beneath their melding bodies. Getting fucked so hard, getting fucked so deeply, getting fucked so_passionately..._ Misty couldn't remember a time where sex felt this... this... this...

GOOD!!!

It surged through Misty; that desire to feel every moment of this, and then some! Against Connor's thrusts, she began bounding back into him, meeting her son's cock, impact for impact. The sounds of their bodies meeting, again and again, kept bouncing off the walls of their home, mixing in with the moans they gave as they partook in this delicious, taboo fruit.

Peering over her shoulder, watching her son fuck her, Misty couldn't believe he'd see him make such a face. This needy, lustful expression, these bright brown eyes, his panting mouth, and all of it was directed towards her. So much so that...

Grab!

"Ooh~?"

He gripped her waist in a near possessive manner, his muscles flexing as he pulled her atop of him. Falling back in the couch, Connor kept his grip on Misty's waist as he lifted her up and down on his cock. Now she was riding him, her gaze cutting through the darkness of their living room as the lights through the window illuminated their forms. Legs spread out wide, it was like the vixen was offering a free show to some invisible audience, letting anyone and everyone watch as she given the greatest pleasure of her life.

Riding him, up and down her breasts jiggling as the sinful splattering of pussy juices made a mess of his cock and balls. Misty would lean back and moan, her eyes rolling, while her climax began approaching, faster and faster. And Connor's too began approaching, faster and faster. And if they both wanted that explosion, well...

Grab!

Oh... Misty knew what was coming next.

"Fuck me, Connor," she begged, she pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck--"

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"GAAHHH! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!! FUCK!!! ME!!! AAAAUUHHHHH!!"

Like a piston in a driver, Connor's cock slamemd into her pussy, making a mess of her womanhood. No, that's not it; he was _carving_her out. With every powerful pound of his penis into her cunt, she swore she felt her cunt taking the shape of his dick. That is, if Misty could even talk. Aside from her chants of 'fuck me', the vixen's mind was turned to mush. All she felt was pleasure, and the explosive orgasm that was rushing to meet her.

So... just one... quick... thick... juicy...

PLAP!

"Huaahhkh!?"

His knot...

PLAP!

"Hurrkh!?"

It was beating against her pussy...

PLAP!

"Nnghhh~~~!"

Once that thing slipped inside of her...

PLAP!

She knew she would...

PLAP!

"Nnnghghh! Connor! Cumming! Haaah! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna--"

PLAP!

"NNNGHHHHH!?"

And it finally did it. He finally worked that thick flesh inside of her tight cunt. A wolf's big, powerful dick was slamming into her tight, moist cunt, and after what felt like an eternity of fucking, he finally slipped his knot inside of her. And as that knot inflated, tying them together good and tight so that neither side could move, all Misty could see was stars.

And those stars came falling...

"NNGHHHHHHGGHHKKH!?"

Her hips jerking forward as best they could with a knot tying her done, Misty showered the area in front of her with a spray of her juices. She'd never seen it arch so high, or come so hard, be so much before. This climax, this orgasm... it was earthshaking in every sense of the word. And the moaning pleasure it brought with it, was just as glorious. Laying back in fact, she leaned up against her son for support...

But he was not finished...

"Guh!"

"HAAAH!?"

He pushed into.

"Gghghh!"

"AAUHNG!?"

He pushed into her again.

"NMMMM!!! MIIISTTYYYYYY!!!"

"CONNNRRRRRRRRR~~~ AAUUHH!?"

And he ground that cock as tight into her cunt as he could. And after a few moments of nothing, he...

"Oooohhhhh..."

"HRRGGHHHH!!!"

Misty felt hot, thick, deep spunk, fill every inch of her pussy and womb. This heat was so intense, it was almost as if her belly had been replaced with a sauna. So much spunk, not even his knot could contain most of it, so some came streaking down the creases of her pussy. And despite being stretched to almost unfathomable levels by her son's knot, Misty herself felt so... _good._There was no pain, no discomfort... just pleasure.

The fullness of his cock, the virility of his spunk, and the size of his knot; with all of this combined, there was no way she wouldn't be... be...

"Haaaahh..."

Connor fell over on the couch, bringing her along with him. And really? Neither side could think at the moment. This was... perhaps the stupidest, most _passionate_thing either of them have ever done. But the rush of sex could not last forever. Once it subsided, well... the question is a simple one.

What now?

Well...

Misty didn't care for such trite things. He was here with her, and she was here with him; that's all that mattered. So as her pussy continued to suckle down on his cock, knot, cum and all, she began snuggling back against her son's chest. His arm fell down over her shoulders, hugging her close as their eyes closed shut.

"Haaaaah..."

...

"Mmmfuah... mmm... mmm... _chu..._mmm..."

"Hmmm... mmmfff... mmphh... mmmff... mm..."

The soft, glowing light of the sun came peering through the window, illuminating the living room of a certain brownstone apartment. And what would one see when they gazed through the window of this apartment? A vixen, her hair black and green, her body covered in soft white sheets, as she kissed lovingly the young wolf beside her. Their arms were hugging one another in a nude embrace, their lips locked in passionate kiss after passionate kiss.

From the outside, they looked like a pair of young lovers after a night of raw lust and emotion. But of course, well, we know the truth. This mother and son duo, having copulated in the most sinful of ways with one another, now sealed their night of immorality as they kissed one another well into the morning light.

But of course, this too would not last forever. And as assured as the sun is to rise over the horizon, their came a moment where the two just stopped, gazing at one another.

Connor's eyes relayed the image of his mother, smiling in a manner he's never seen before. Her hair was undone to fall freely, her black fur was covered in sweat, she smelled of sex and cum, but her glasses remained on her face. And even if what they'd done could be graciously described as wrong, the two of them truly seemed happy.

"Oh Connor..." Misty said as she pinned her son beneath her, her green eyes peering into his brown ones, "You have made me so very, very happy."

"Misty... uhh..." he shook his head, "No... even after last night, calling you 'Misty' feels wrong. Mom... I..." he took in a deep breath, "I suppose there's no better time to ask but... uh... why?"

"Why...? Why what? Why did we sleep together?"

"Well... why that too but..." he shrugged his shoulders, "Why me? Why are you here? You just... popped up a few weeks ago without warning, and you've been staying with me ever since. You know I'll always take care of you but... I feel like I should have asked why you're here."

"Hmm..."

Closing her eyes, Misty drifted deep in thought, before leaning in to rest her head against his chest. Ears turning, she heard the gentle thumping of his heart, the sound of which lulling her into a sense of protection and calm. And of course, there was that...

"Sniff... sniff... mmm..."

Odor of his, that musk. The smell of his body too helped soothe Misty, who felt happier here in his naked arms, than she had anywhere else.

"I've always been bad with men... everyone could see it. My parents, my friends... even you, Connor... even you," Misty stated, "But I was always stupid in my youth, even I could see that. I just... didn't know any better, I'd say. I'd always had a good body... could always seduce men, even those older than me. And I thought I could use that to make my way through life..." she shook her head, "But I couldn't. I kept trying though, because... because..." she clung to him, "Being good at sex and having sex... is all I've ever been good at. I'd always work part time jobs, but I would do other things to help support you as best I could growing up. Still... I'll admit, I wasn't a good mother. And what I did with you last night... what I asked you to do for me... I had no right asking for, both as a mother and as a living being. Connor... I felt like you've always done more for me than I've done for you... and I'm sorry for that..." she closed her eyes, "I thought if I just gave you my body, I could begin to make up for the horrible job I did as your mother in life. But... if it's any consolation. The sex we had last night... it was the greatest sex I've ever had. I wouldn't even call it sex... I'd say we made love. I did with you, at least."

"Mom..."

His hand came down to her head, tipping it so that their eyes could once again meet one another. And as he gazed upon her face, he saw the running mascara, the smudged lipstick, and ruined blush, and the overall expression of disappointment Misty gave. But much like last night when Misty called herself useless, Connor had the very same answer to her declaration.

"I love you, mom, you know that, right?"

And also like last night, Misty had the same response.

Her face first appeared stunned, only to puff up as a tears of joy began streaming down her cheeks. Overjoyed with his statement, the vixen ground her face into her son's chest, wide.

"You're my son, Connor. But you've always been my darling," Misty exclaimed as she hugged him, with his hands moving over to stroke along her back.

"If you really loved me... could you think about getting a _job_sometime?" Connor asked, causing her to stop.

Her eyes once again grew wide and she pulled back, gazing upon him with a stunned expression on. But this time, Connor held his ground. For all the leeway he gave his mother, it just wasn't feasible for him to continue feeding the both of them with his paycheck, _and_continue to pay for this apartment at the same time! Something had to give!

But for as shocked as Misty was at first... she quickly began smiling. Laying against his chest once again, the vixen nodded as she basked in the warmth and love of her son.

"For you, darling? Anything..."