Dreams of the Past
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Dear reader, this story contains erotic elements. The handling actors are furries. One of the actors is still an infant. This story should not in any case enhance the involvement of infants into sexual activities. The reason for this story was to reflect the memories of a mother related to her child and husband. If you agree to that what you just read, please continue else stop reading. Any comments and questions about the story are wellcome. The Story copywrite is owned by the alias, little cheshire skunk. No copies and publications of this text is allowed without the agreement of the writer.
Dreams of the Past
Why did he go. She had thought about it for several times and never had come to a conclusion. What had she done wrong. Her eyes looked down upon her body. Slim, firm and graceful are the words that match with it. Beside a female smell she was allways accompanied with a airy scent of eucalyptus oil. The female flavour was stronger during this time of the moons path. Her fur was thick and had a slight shiny gleam of oil. The furs colors were ivory white and ebony. The bit of additional body mass she had since her last pregnancy did borther her. It did take out the sharp edges from her body and gave it a more curvy experssion. A short smile faded accross her muzzle. A faint babbling of a small fur bundle had got the attention of her pointy ears. Her cubby.
She shaked her memories from her mind. Her hind legs carrying herself to the little cubbies room just past the passageway. The soft tickling of baby powder did threaten her nose to sneeze. It didn't happen. Her nose was pleased by the fresh scent of oranges. The origin of the smell was a oil lamp on the changing table. Additionally the table did hold a shallow bowl with fresh water and some white cotton cloth pieces for the use of diapapers. A small vial with baby oil to take care of the fragile body of her little one. And the infamous powder box that filled the room with its scent. The room itself was submerged in warmth and gentle colors like beige, bronze and gold. The wallpaper was sprenkled with lots of tiny pictures of skunkies. They were catching balls, hopping accross each others back, playing hide and seek and so on.
Her little sweety sat on in a cosy place surrounded by lots of baby toys. Nearly a dozen of cuddly plush skunkies. A whole set of noise making equipment consisting of a couple of different sized baby rattles. Finally a large pile of building blocks that represent themself as a childish copy of the leaning tower of pisa. Above the cuties head were a sea of floating wood miniatures. Each one showing an other furry, rodents, canines, equidaes, felines, ursines and more. The border of the domicile was made of round wooden bars to protect the little toddler to escape the watchful eyes of the mother.
A clew of fur with a combination of snow white and coal black color and a fluffy tail that showed the frontside of the furball. She picks her three month old bundle of love up. Two tiny gleamy emerald eyes did thank her for all her caretaking. His tiny hands graped instinctively one of her fingers. He didn't looked very happy at all.
"Did my little cubby wet himself. Your mommy will take care of that."
She put him on the changing table and did dispose his messy diapaper. Then she washed his bum with fresh water, before licking it perfectly clean with her tongue. A giggle left his muzzle. His small member did taste a bit of baby pee. The gentle licking did remember her of some long past memories of very pleasent moments. The little cutey did remember her of his father. Still he hadn't his musky flavour she missed so much. The time he will have the taste she wouldn't be able to taste it like that. She felt heat rising inside her body. Along with that came also a feeling of guilty.
"You are surely thirsty my little baby."
She removed the *träger of her black dress. It did gently glide down her graceful body. She laid down at the flour and place him on her chest. His instinct did tell his tiny body to crawl towards his feeding place. Her two graipfruite sized boobs. His two weak arms did hold one of them gently, while his muzzle touched her nipple. A pleasent pirr and a happy wagging of his tail did tell her that he was happy. She did let her mind being carried away be her fantasies. A short shiver ran through her body. She had touched the most sensetive spot of herself and it did feel good. It was a long time since she did care for her body in this way. The cubby looked up into his mommies eyes as he heard her moan silently. Her smiling face did *zerstreuen *distract his worries. He returned to suckle her fresh and creamy milk. Her fingers gently stroke the outer lips. She closed her eyes and gave away her mind to the sensations that began to fill her body. The little cubby was a bit suprised as he felt the nipples getting harder. What was wrong with her. Her moans became more intense. Her boiling juices began to dripple inside her tunnel of love. She licked her left paw to start fondly rubbing her clit. The other hand stroke the fur of the cubby. She wanted to ease his worries as he looked quite puzzeled of the state of his mother.
"It's all okay my little one. Do not worry about your mommy."
The feelings of his soft fur the storm of emotions inside her body. She could feel his gentle touch as it would be real. His two paws rubbing over her furry body with a thight and firm grip. A short shrug did move through her body. It felt scary to be touched by imagination. She intensed her caretaking for herself. The soft lips of her baby did create the picture of the teasing kisses of her husband. Her breath became heavier. Each lustful wave did charge her body up more and more. She panted. All her muscles began to thighten. Then she felt the boiling pot of her inner juices run over. A *releiving pleasure took place of it. She opend her eyes again and happily looked at her cubby.
"Your mommy feels allright, little. She realy feels good. You will understand when you get older my cubby."
She sat up and took the little bundle closly to her breast holding it securly in her arms. His body was tulled and a gentle voice carried a lullaby to his ears. He was sleepy. A final burb eased the unrest in his milk filled belly. The thumb put inside his muzzle he began to fade away into dreamland as his mother did some moments later too. Just her dreams were different. A single tear ran down her cheek. The memories of the past have captured again. The sweet warmth of her cubby did enclose her hearth and a silent whisper said,
"I still have you, my little."