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I walked in on my mother while she was getting dressed one morning, just barged right into her room and immediately forgot why I had even gone looking for her when I saw her there. She was bent over her dresser, fishing around in her underwear drawer, completely naked. I got a good view under her half-raised tail of tawny brown hair at the light pink flesh of her tailhole and pussy flanked by her golden-furred thighs and rump cheeks. It was a fleeting sight, however, as I had loudly announced myself on my way in, "Mommy, I--" cut short as we both gasped in surprise.

She quickly turned around and vainly tried to cover herself, holding one arm across her chest to hide her nipples (and little more of her ample bosom), and whatever the first pair of panties she could grab in front of her crotch. They happened to be a lacy red thong that wouldn't cover much at all even when worn properly. Her whole face was flushed, and I could feel the heat of my own blush across my muzzle and cheeks. We both stood there in silent shock at first until she gently shooed me out of her room and closed the door behind me.

For the rest of that day, I couldn't get that image of her pussy out of my head. I saw it every time I looked at her while we both pretended like it had never happened. Every time I closed my eyes, there it was: the soft, pink flesh of her lips, the tight cleft running between them. I barely slept that night. All I could think of was getting another look at her.

So the next morning, I snuck out of bed early and crouched outside the door to her bedroom. I listened for when she got out of bed and moved into the attached bathroom. Once I heard the sound of the shower running, I carefully opened the door and crawled along the short stretch of wall to her bathroom door. She had left it wide open, and as I peeked around the corner, I saw her naked again just as she was climbing into the shower. It was another brief glimpse, and I couldn't see what I really wanted to see, but damn was she beautiful. Even after she closed the shower door, behind that frosted glass, even her hazy silhouette mesmerized me, and I continued to watch as she flexed under the running water.

After a minute, she took the shower wand off its hook and began waving it across her chest, and I heard her make a sound. It was short and quiet, like a sigh almost, but deeper. Then she moved the wand lower, aiming it between her legs and she made that sound again, louder this time and drawn out longer. I watched as she widened her stance and bent forward, bracing herself with her free paw against the wall of the shower while her other paw moved the wand back and forth between her legs. Immediately that image I had in my head of her pussy was soaking wet with jets of water streaking up and down it while I listened to her moans grow louder and more urgent, punctuated by strained grunts until finally she arched her back, and let out a long, whinnying cry of pleasure and relief.

I quietly backed out of my mother's bedroom after she turned off the shower and pulled the door closed, though I couldn't resist leaving it open a tiny crack. It was just enough that with my face pressed up against the frame, I had a view of her dresser. I waited there anxiously while she toweled off, silently berating myself for not staying inside longer while she took her time with the hair dryer. Then at long last she came into view, and I got to watch her bend over as she pulled out her underwear drawer. It wasn't as clear of a view as my first glimpse, but it was uninterrupted, giving me more time to admire her. Her pussy was still damp and lightly reddened from the heat of the shower, and her lips had loosened as well, letting a narrow stripe of the soft red flesh inside peek through.

I retreated back to my bed after she pulled on a pair of white cotton panties. It was there that I discovered the tent in my pajama pants, stretching out the waistband over my rock-hard erection, with a slimy wet stain soaking through the fabric over my tip. Not knowing what else to do about it, I hid it under the covers and pretended to sleep in until eventually my cock softened and retreated back inside my sheath.

I took every opportunity after that to look at her: in the shower, getting dressed, changing for a workout, going to bed (she didn't wear pajamas--or anything at all!) every day for the next week. And when she wasn't in some state of undress, all those stolen glances filled my mind. Sometimes just the sound of her voice would make my sheath swell.

One day she came in from jogging, wearing her tight-fitting exercise shorts and tank top, her golden fur slick with sweat. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as she passed me on the couch and mentioned that she was going to go get cleaned up. Already I was rock-hard as I followed her down the hall at a distance and crawled up outside her door. She hadn't closed it all the way, and as I peeked through, I watched her peel her sweaty workout clothes off. I was surprised when she didn't move into the bathroom for a shower, though. Instead she climbed onto her bed and leaned over, laying on her chest with her rear end propped up over her knees.

This was the clearest view I'd had yet of my mother's pussy, on full display like that while she reached a paw back between her thighs and slid her fingers along it. Since she was facing away from me, I felt emboldened to push the door open a little further for a better look, and I watched as first one finger dipped in between the lips of her pussy and then another. She began moaning, quietly at first, but louder as those fingers moved in and out of her, dripping with her juices. Her pace quickened rapidly, and her hips began rocking back and forth while her paw mashed against her red-flushed mound. Finally, she drove her fingers in all the way to the knuckle and held them there as her hips became still, her whole body seemed to shake and quiver while she let out that familiar whinnying cry and a gush of her juices ran down over her paw. She stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily and slowly swaying her hips as she came down from her orgasm.

I backed off slowly, knowing I wouldn't have much more time. But before I retreated to once again change my undies, I got to watch as she rolled onto her side and pulled her paw away. As she did, I saw her clitoris for the first time. It was another fleeting glimpse, but just as alluring as everything else I had seen already. It was a bright red bump that briefly peeked out from between the folds of her lips a couple times before she started to move again and I hurried off to my room, my imagination filled with a whole new world of images.

The next day, I was in my room when she came back from jogging and loudly announced that she was going to take a shower. I waited to hear her pass down the hall to her room and quietly crept up on her door. This time I found it closed all the way. I didn't want to risk her noticing me while she was undressing, so I pressed my ear to the door and listened for my opportunity. I could tell she hadn't gone into the shower right away again, as I heard those familiar moans and the creaking of her mattress.

Carefully, quietly, I turned the handle to peek in on her again, and there she was: sitting up on the end of her bed, legs spread wide with both paws on her crotch. One paw held the lips of her pussy spread open while she fingered herself with the other. She was staring straight at me.

I froze, glancing between her spread pussy, laid bare in front of me and her face. She was blushing brightly, and I felt the same heat on my face as I had that first day I walked in on her by accident. But this time was different: I knew she'd be naked when I opened the door, and I came looking for exactly that. And she knew I was coming. She had known I was peeking at her for days. In hindsight, the piles of precum-soaked briefs I left in the laundry hamper probably tipped her off.

The whole time we stared at each other, her fingers kept sliding in and out of her pussy, and as the realization dawned on me that she wasn't going to cover herself up or shoo me out this time, I pushed through the door and slowly tiptoed toward my mother. When I was within arm's reach, she pulled her paws away from her crotch and leaned back slightly. I gazed up into her eyes once more and she gave a small nod. It was all the encouragement I needed.

I reached out and carefully ran my fingers over her pussy. It was soft and slippery-wet, and very warm! It twitched briefly under my touch, her clit peeking out at me. I gently pressed one finger between her lips. Inside was even warmer and wetter. I slipped a second finger inside and was rewarded with a small moan as her clit winked at me again. Her passage was smooth and squeezed tightly around my fingers, drawing me in.

I probed at her curiously, listening intently for her pleasured moans. My paw twisted around as my fingers slid back and forth like I'd watched her do, pressing against her walls. When I happened across one spot in particular, I felt her tense up briefly around me, her thighs squeezing in around my shoulders as she gasped out, "Yes! Right there!"

Eagerly focused on my mother's g-spot, I began pumping my fingers in and out of her faster, prodding her there and flexing my paw to rub my fingertips against it firmly. She started breathing heavily and started squeezing her breast with one paw. Her other paw came down to rest over mine, guiding my thumb to rest over her clit as winked almost constantly. Rubbing there and at her g-spot together quickly brought her moans to a peak. Her whole body tensed and began to shiver as she threw her head back with a loud, whinnying moan. I pressed in to my knuckles and her pussy spasmed tightly around my fingers, holding me inside her while she came. Her steaming-hot juices spilled over my paw in waves while her clit throbbed under my thumb.

Slowly, she began to relax. Her clit winked against me a few more times as her walls loosened up and released my paw. Still, my eyes stayed fixed on her pussy, admiring how beautiful it looked up close, especially when it was all wet like that. It wasn't until she began to move further back onto the bed that I looked up and saw the proud look in her eyes. She beckoned me with a finger, and I climbed up onto the bed with her where she began quickly pulling my clothes off.

My cock was achingly hard, and covered with all the precum I had been leaking into my briefs the whole time, long, gooey strings of it dangled off my tip and dripped onto my mother's thigh as she pulled me closer and laid out on her back underneath me. I gasped as I felt her touch on my shaft, her gentle paw giving it a slow caress while guiding it up between her legs.

My tip had barely touched her soft, wet lips when and instinctive urge took hold of me and my hips pushed forward, roughly driving my young, virgin cock into mommy's pussy. Her hot, soaking-wet folds gripped me tightly as I sank in all the way. I buried my face between her breasts and moaned into her chest while my hips twisted and rocked side to side, grinding my crotch flush against hers. I was already hilted inside her, but desperately wanted to reach deeper still.

Following that initial high of feral lust, my hips started to roll back and forth. My thrusts were slow and short at first, but as mommy started rocking back underneath me, she coaxed me into a steady rhythm, working half my length in and out. Her walls squeezed tightly around me as I drew back, pulling around my shaft until my medial ring popped out, and then she'd relax as I sank back in, accepting every inch of me.

I pulled my face out of her bosom and gazed up into her eyes as she watched me. Breathlessly, I gasped, "Mommy... I..." But I was cut short as she leaned her head down to meet me in a firm kiss and I melted into her embrace, kissing back while my hips started moving faster. My balls slapped against her crotch with each forceful thrust. I could feel something building inside me, a tenseness in my loins that just told me to keep going, faster, harder, almost there. And then I came.

I clung to my mother, breaking my lips away from hers as I whinnied loudly and buried my cock all the way inside mommy's pussy, holding it there. That tenseness released itself in an echoing explosion of pulsing throbs that ran all the way from just behind my balls, up along the length of my shaft, and all the way to my tip. Mommy suddenly felt incredibly tight around me as my flare swelled inside her and I filled her with thick jets of cum. I felt her quivering underneath me and around my shaft, her hot juices mingling with my seed and gushing out around my hilt, soaking my sheath and balls in our mixed passion.

It was all over so fast, and it left my head spinning as I collapsed on top of mommy with a groan of exhaustion. My cock was still deep inside her, throbbing and twitching. I gasped as I felt every little motion she made under me through my hypersensitive shaft. Somewhere in that foggy state, I mumbled, "I love you, mommy."

"Mommy loves you too," she whispered back to me.

And that was the first time I fucked my mother.