Thank You Mommy
#1 of Jack Off With Your Tears!
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Thank You Mommy
It was early in the morning, around 7am, when Tristan Webb, a young, pure white arctic fox cub woke up for the day. Normally, the kit would take his time to crawl out from under his blanket, making his night time diaper ruffle against the bed's rubber sheets, but today he was a little ball of energy. He jumped out of his bed and inhaled deeply, holding the air for a moment. When he stood up, he felt a slight pressure on his bladder, but that subsided as Tristan's untrained body drained his hot overnight urine into his diaper, spreading the wet warmth around his padded crotch. This was just normal for the cub, and he simply exhaled in a comfortable sigh as his piss continued to drain into the spongy resevoir between his thighs. The little guy's tail flicked back and forth happily as he stretched out. The kit was extremely excited because today was his birthday. He went over to his calender on his door and marked off the previous day with an orange crayon, the current day decorated with lots of bright colors of crayon to mark his special day. He was turning eight years old, which was momentous for him. "Finally eight!" he said out loud before opening his bedroom door and running right down the stairs in his light aqua colored pajamas to see his mom.
His mother, Miss Webb, was also an arctic fox and looked much like Tristan if he was a grown woman. It was hard to see what, if any, traits Tristan got from his unknown father; it was as if everything about him either submitted or was smudged out. In any case, the mom seemed very happy, especially today. She'd already gotten dressed in a long skirt, blue cammi, and a deco yellow cardigan. She was just finishing up making a special breakfast for the two of them when Tristan ran to her for a hug. He smiled and laid his face against his mother's warm thigh as the welcoming aroma of fresh chocolate pancakes filled his nose and made his mouth water. "Morning Mommy!" He exclaimed.
"Good morning, sweetheart." She said tenderly as she stacked another pancake on the plate on the counter. "How's mommy's little birthday boy?" She asked, bending down to stroke his face.
"I'm really really good mommy." He smiled brightly and looked right into his mom's eyes with his own cerulean blue ones, brimming with childlike innocence. His mom really loved those eyes. In her mind, anyone could dress their son up in pink frill and a diaper, but her little boy's baby eyes made him a perfect blushing sissy. Even while he was wearing normal boy's clothes, his mother knew that Tristan was the pansy boy she wanted, loved, and adored.
"Okay, birthday boy, go sit down." Tristan's mom said as she shut off the stove and carried the plate of warm pancakes to the breakfast table. The little fox ploped his butt down on a wooden chair at the table and licked his lips while his mother delicately laid two cakes on his plate and poured syrup over them. "There you go. Enjoy your breakfast honey." She smiled. Tristan dug in wih glee, and while he knew how to use a knife and fork, the gooey molten chocolate and stickey syrup dribbled onto his chin as he ate his sugary breakfast treat, ignoring his sippy cup of milk for the time being. His mom ate more slowly with a warm smile, however her thoughts at that moment were surprisingly deviant.
She had arranged a very special birthday present for her little boy, and her heart beat a little faster than normal in anticipation of seeing the small kit's reaction. The mischievious vixen even gained a srong feeling of naughty pleasure imagining her daisy boy with his gift. The feeling was so strong that she was tempted to secretly reach her paw down below the breakfast table, lift up her skirt, and brush her soft paw against her unhampered crotch right in the unknowing pressence of her eight year old son. Thinking about it only made the act of doing so more alluring and harder to resist. It was deeply frustrating, but he adult fox managed to smile and eat with her beloved baby, keeping her paws above the table the entire time.
Tristan finished his pancakes first, his mouth, chin, and paws spotted with dark chocolate flecks. His mom pointed to his sippy cup of milk, which he then drank slowly while his mom finished eating. When they were both finished, mommy wiped off her chin and stood up. "Oh honey, lets go to the living room and see how much taller you are."
"Ok," the kit answered with jolting enthusiasm. He sprinted to a part of the wall, close to the downstairs hallway, where there was a series of marks indicating Tristan's height as he grew older. Tristan semi-patiently stood against the wall and waited for his mom to clean up breakfast. A few minutes later, the mom entered the room wih a pencil, checking her watch as she crossed the living room floor. She seemed a little bit more impatient than she was at the table, but her gentle, soothing touch against his long blonde hair made Tristan unable to notice. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth as the vixen knelt down and carefully marked the wall with the pencil. While she was so close to Tristan, she noticed the tangy odor of his wet diaper, noticable even through his pajamas.
She inhaled deeply and grinned before standing up, abruptly placing a paw on her excited kit's forehead. "Wait now," She started "You stay right here for a little longer. I'll be right back." And with that, she left the fidgeting, sugar-injected kit to stand against the wall, which he did with much effort. He perched his messy lips and swung his arms as he waited, aching so very much to turn around and see how much he had grown. It was only a couple minutes before his mom came back with a camcorder. A smile appeared on Tristan's face.
"Are you making a movie, mommy?"
"Yes dear," She said encouragingly "I'm making a movie starring YOU baby." This made Tristan's ears perk up with extreme excitement. His mom knew how to make him happy. "Ok sweety, look right at the camera, ok. Tell everyone watching, how old are you today?"
"I'm eight!" He yipped proudly, sticking his chest out a little.
Miss Webb chuckled to herself as her smile became more sencere. 'Even when he throws his chest out he still looks like an adorable little wimp' she thought. She adjusted the focus slightly, turning off the unreliable autofocus feature. "That's right baby, you're eight years old. Are you ready to see how tall you are?" Tristan nodded frantically in responce. "Ok, don't look just yet," the vixen chuckled lightly "You have to do something first, and then you can look."
"Ok." Tristan stood there and listened closely.
He watched his mom look over the camera viewing screen and strait into his eyes. "You need to take your pajamas off."
The young fox didn't think he heard his mom right and felt an uneasy twinge rise from his stomach, his ears drooping slightly. A confused glance told his mom she needed to be positive. She tilted her head and reasured him. "Tristan, honey, no one can tell how big you've gotten unless they can see you, and they can't see you while you're wearing those pajamas. So just take them off." She pointed. The cub immediately understood after that and casually slipped his top off, revealing his snow white scrauny body. Next came the pants, which didn't slip off at all. The cub had to put forth some effort and soft grunting to push the waistband of the pajama pants over his diaper, which was bulging in its pink ruffled cover.
Once Tristan took his feet out of the pants around his ankles, his mom put out a directing paw. "Ok, you can stop there hun." Her tail started to wag. She made sure his lithe form, diaper and all, was in the view of the camera. "Oh Tristan, did you wet your nappy?"
The young fox just turned his head away and down to the floor.
"Tristan baby, look at the camera," She started again in a more 'nagging mother' tone. "Be honest. did you pee in your diaper?"
He looked back at the camera lens with a slight blush and nodded.
"Did you pee a lot or just a little?" His mom asked without missing a beat.
Tristan shuffled one of his hind paws as he answered. "Only a little Mommy."
"Are you sure? Cause if I change you and find out it's really a lot, I'm gonna spank you." The mom affermed with a more serious tone.
Tristan changed his answer right away to say that he wet his diaper a lot that morning, and primed by his mom, he described how it felt and how it happened every night. Full minutes went by as the lithe fox had to look at the camera and talk about his weak bladder and bedwetting problems. 'Why is mommy making me do this?' he thought to himself as he stood there with his ears flat and very aware of his sagging, urine soaked nappy. His mom must have been satisfied eventually because she told him what a good boy he was for being so honest. With that, she let him turn around and look at the marks. The flattened ears shot right back up and a childlike smile returned to his muzzle as he swung around and looked close, only to find that the line marked "8 years" was only a half inch above the line made a year before. He turned back around and looked to his mom, bewildered, his muzzle quivering as if he was ready to cry.
The camera caught that quiver. It caught everything with amazing resolution, but Tristan's mom put her paw on his head again, soothing him. "There there, don't worry. You're about due for a growth spurt." She lifted his chin up with her paw and looked into his baby eyes lovingly. "Next year, I bet you'll grow so much you won't even remember being this short." It was mildly comforting to hear, but it didn't make him excited again. "Come on," The vixen said "Let's get you out of that diaper and into a new one." She leaned down and pecked Tristan on his lips which were still sweet from breakfast that morning.
Tristan smiled again and threw his paws up to hug his mom as she swept him up. He clung to his mother tightly or comfort as she carried her son into his bedroom and onto the oversized changing table. After being set down down though, Tristan saw his mommy put the camcorder on the counter where his head faced and directed the lens tward him. He tried to look up to see what it was doing, but he suddenly felt his mom tilting the changing table. The next thing he knew was his legs were much higher up than his head, which made him feel a little weird.
The cub was about to ask what was going on, but his smiling mother seemed to already understand his concern. "Baby, don't worry. You're eight now. You're a big boy, and this is how big boys have their nappies changed." Tristan was convinced after that, having absolute implicit trust for his mom even though so many things seemed strange to him that day. He watched her move to the upper side of the tilted changing table and tickle his toes, eliciting a playful giggle from the toddler cub. Tristan felt some pressure in his bladder again, but gravity helped him hold it for he time being. He felt a little more nervous when his mom leaned over to look at him. "Are you ready for your first big boy diaper change?"
He nodded. 'Why wouldn't I be' he thought, not understanding what could be so hard about a big boy change. He was even enjoying having his feet and hips so high for a change. it was like a fun game. He'd wiggle his feet, his mom would play with them, he'd giggle, he'd feel the urge to pee, it would go away, and then the cycle restarted. The only thing is, with every time he was tickled, the urge to wet himself became greater and greater, which could be plainly seen on his increasingle straining face after each giggle. Tristan received one last warning about his change before his mom reached down to pull off the bright pink diaper cover, undo his side tapes and lift the warm wet crotch from his body. She revealed him to the cold air of the room quickly and started tickling his feet more vigorously than before. The cold air and tickling made the cub's urge to pee come back with a force he couldn't stop, and before he realized it, he was spraying his sour urine down his tummy, down his chest, and eventually padder onto his face. The hot piss mixed with the sweet sugary mess from that morning, and made the flecks dissolve and make the trails of urine darker. He closed his eyes and put up his paws to block the stream, only to have his paws moved out of the way by his mom, leaving him to whine with his muzzle shut and whipping his head to and fro.
"Oh, I'm sorry hunny." The vixen cooed as she brought the changing table back to level. Tristan didn't even try opening his damp eyelids as he scrunched his face up in disgust. Although his lips sealed his mouth and protected his tongue from the piddle, his sensitive nose caught the evaporating wafts of his own bitter scent. Fortunately, after his mom removed the diaper completely Tristan felt the welcome cool sensation of the baby wipe over his crotch and between his thighs and all the way under his tail. His tail tip started to flick happily again as more wipes were used and more of the clean smell overpowered his own pee stink. Though he didn't notice the sensation, he started to smell baby powder too, indicating that his change was almost done. He thought his mom might wipe off his uncomfortable face then, but instead she meticulously replaced the diaper and slid another riffly pink cover over it. It was only then that she had her little boy sit up to have his face washed. It was unknown to him, however, that his mom took a moment to move the camera to get a close detailed view of his amber colored and matted face fur before wiping.
As his mom was cleaning up his piddled face, Tristan heard the chiming sound of his mother's cell phone. When he felt it was safe to open his eyes again, to his great relief, he noticed his mom viewing a text message, a grin on her face as she picked up the video camera and turned it off. "Okay baby, time to get you dressed." Her tail was wagging unusually fast as she took a pair of blue denim overalls and a solid red shirt. "Arms up," she commanded as she slipped the boy's shirt on. That was the easy part. the hard part was to hold the overalls up and slide the kit's legs into them with his puffy diaper on. A few minutes of careful tugging and pushing got the pants on, and after that it was just a matter of puting the straps on nice and tight. The kit let his mom do most of the work, and shen she was done, she reared back and looked im over. Tristan himself was glad to be clothed and warm again and giggled happily when his mom playfuly tousled his soft hair. "Now, it's time for you to go play outside." She started, affectionately petting his hair and holding his paw with the other. "Your birthday present is on its way, you know, and you have to be outside for Mommy to give it to you."
When Tristan heard about his birthday present, he bit his lower lip in anticipation and hopped a few times, the buttons on his overalls ginggling brightly. "What is it, Mommy? What did you get me?"
"Oh you'll find out soon enough, child, but for now, you just have to play outside. Try to stay close to the sandbox, ok?"
"Ok, Mommy." He sat down and put his shoes on before he opened the door to leave. He was about to jump off the stoop when he felt a grasping paw on his shoulder, stopping him. It was his mom again, and she crouched down and kissed his forehead once before letting him go. Tristan blushed slightly and giggled again before he waddled his way to the back yard. Just like his mom's suggestion, he went for the sandbox, noticing that because of the spring rain it only had at most an inch of dry warm sand on the top and the layers under that were just dark brown wet sand. Tristan didn't mind that much because he didn't like to dig. He just plopped his rear down and reached for the purple plastic tow bucket where he pulled out a couple of colorful pony toys, unaware and really uncaring that the ones he was holding were just knock-offs of the most popular brand. He sat there and started playing some of his favorite scenes from the cartoon.
Meanwhile, Miss Webb diligently set up her tripod in her room, attatched the camera, and faced it out the back window where she could see her son play. Once she got the camera viewer fixed on Tristan at the sandbox, she started recording again and left the camcorder rolling while she took a step back and slid her skirt off, leaving her bottom half completely naked. She bit her lip as she plucked her phone out of her skirt pocket and wrote a text to the young boy she'd invited over that day for Tristan, confirming their playdate. She finalized the plan with a set of instructions before setting down the phone. She grinned and brought one of her silken paws to her stomach before slowly sliding her warm paw pads down to her needy pussy lips. The pads mearly brushed agaisnt the outside, getting her already moist and oozing cunt even more excited for the show. Her other paw rested on the side of her neck as she saw the twelve year old husky boy she'd invited appear in the corner of her eye in the back yard.
Tristan Was still playing around with his plastic ponies when he heard the grass ruffle near him. He stopped and looked up in the direction of the noise to see a tall husky boy in black jeans and a striped shirt approaching, having an erie grin on his muzzle. The dog was halfway into the back yard when Tristan finally decided to overcome his shyness and wave to the boy, greating him with a friendly "hi." The older cub didn't say anythnig to that and walked even closer before saying anything.
"Hey!" The dog started "Are you Tristan?" He asked in a friendly tone.
"Yeah!" The fox replied happily with a wag of his long tail. "It's my birthday today!"
The big canine didn't seem to care that it was the kit's birthday at all. He just continued to walk until he was mere inches away from the kit. Tristan started to ask what the husky's name was, but he was suprized when the older cub raised his paws and pushed the fox over, shoving the kit into the sand. The bewildered Tristan's eyes became wide as he started to pick himself up, only to be shoved over again, the side of his head mushing against a mound of sand. He shook his head and and squirmed backward, away from the bigger cub.
"What are you doing?" Tristan asked the mostly silent husky before the dog quickly reached down and took a hold of the kit's tail, painfully yanking Tristan through the cold wet sand. Tristan reached down and instinctively latched onto his suddenly aching tail as he yelled at the husky. "Hey!" he whined loudly. "Let go of my tail!" This only got a cruel laugh in return as the dog started to drag the kit around the large sandbox over and over again. It wasn't long before most of the dry top sand was pushed out of the way and Tristan was being sloshed through shallow trophs of wet sand where there was cold, dirty standing water. The husky splashed the resisting kit through that too, making both Tristan and his playclothes sopping wet and dirty. Several times the whailing fox kit had to spit out gritty mud that managed to make it into his mouth while he was yelling. "Why is he doing this?" Tritan asked himself pathetically. The dull pain in Tristan's tail slowly intensified.
After a few minutes the nameless dog let go of the kit's tail, and Tristan slowly sat up where he was left, tucked his knees into his chest, and held them there with his arms which started to sting from the sand. He shook nervously and stared, just wanting the older dog to go away now, but the canine looked like he was going to stick around longer and mearly stoped to catch his breath. Tristan didn't get a long respite though as the husky mocked him. "Oh, what's that Tristan? You gonna cry now?" Tristan unintentionally mouthed something to ask for mercy, but instead of kindness, the big dog scooped up a clump of wet sand with his shoe and kicked it at the kit's face with a dull thump. It splattered over the side of his muzzle and forced his head to turn. Tristan broke and began bawling loudly. Tears started to quickly flow down his muddied face as he started to cry out desperately for his mom. Tristan would be disappointed several times. Instead of having his loving mother come and soothe him, another and another burst of hard cold sand against his face and neck. Each dripping mess slapped him and stained his fur until his cheeks stung.
Eventually the place the husky was kicking sand from became a hole willed with murky water. A few times he sloshed his shoe in and splashed the kit with the mess, but the cold wet unpleasentness bothered even the husky. Tristan whined even more loudly as the canine shoved him over with his wet shoe and pinned the squirming kit down. The dog's weight pressed in on the fox cub's chest and made it hard for him to breathe, making his sobs more rapid and shallow. He looked up at the cruel canine with straining eyes and noticed that the older fur was chewing on something, and by the looks of whatever it was, it must have been big. "Whacha gonna do now?" The husky asked arrogantly.
"I'm gonna go back inside." Tristan replied as if it were a serious threat.
"Ok, fine" the husky spat, suddenly reaching into his mouth and puling out a giant wad of pink bubble gum. "I'll let you go run to your mommy after you smear this into your tail." With that he dropped the wad of gum on the cub's chest next to where his foot was. Tristan just looked back up, his mouth agape for a moment before another crushing shove from the husky's foot told him he was serious. With his ears pinned to the top of his head, the fox cub sniffed and picked up the gum and then for the tip of his tail which was as wet and dirty as the rest of him was. It looked as if his fur was as sad about this as the kit was, but Tristan just placed the sticky pink mass on the tip of his tail fur. He looked back at the dog, but he was not ammused at all.
"I told you to smear it in you moron." The husky yelled and punctuated every word by pressing his foot against Tristan's chest. The kit was starting to feel nauseous for a bit until he realized the only place that was dry on his body, the inside of his diaper, was becomming wet and warm too. The kit knew now he needed another change, so it was even more important to go inside and find his mom. He started to use a paw to mush the gum into his tail tip fur, getting hundreds of his individual strands of fur tangled in the mess. "Yeah, that's better. Spread it around too, pinkie. Show everyone how much you love that color." The dog continued like that while Tristan worked more and more of the bubble gum into his fur as he could, sniffing and tearing as he did it.
Eventually the dog let his foot up and started walking away. He hung out in the back yard, but he was far enough, Tristan thought, that the fox cub could quick run inside. He gathered all his courage, which wasn't much, and bolted to the house, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the door and sunk until he was on his knees crying again. He called for his mom again and again between sobs.
Miss Webb looked out onto the back yard from her room, and she smiled as the show reached its end. Her paw was soaked from being vigorously ramed into her sopping wet cunt during the enire "play time." Her white hair was looking slightly develished as she tickled her swollen clit to one last squirting orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from moaning loudly as the pleasure rocked her senses. Her orgasm made her body sieze up for a good eight seconds before it subsided with a gasp. "Oh, I think I lost my vision for a moment there." she said as she composed herself and snuck out of her room to go to the bathroom. She was in kind of a hurry to comfort her son, but she found that after all the intense masturbating she'd done, she had to piss urgently. She could still faintly hear her cub calling for her over the loud pouring sound of her peeing, taking more than a minute for her to relieve her blatter. She realized she should have accounted for this, knowing that she always had to pee a lot after a series of extreme orgasms. Even if she would have, she thought, she might not have stopped watching to leave the room early anyway. She loved the show so much. She was even tempted to start ramming her fingers into her pusy again after thinking about it, but she knew she didn't even have much time to piss, let alone fuck herself. Listening to Tristan's cries, she washed her paws with lots of soap. "I'll be out there soon, Tristan." She said to herself more than anyone.
Tristan's face was mostly grimey from earlier, but after several minutes of blubbering, the tiny nancy's face had two streaks where his tears had washed some of the dirt away. His sobs gradually started to subside after a few minutes, and he was only sniffling when he felt a warm paw gently touch his face and lift his chin up. He opened his eyes to see his mom kneeling beside him with a comforting smile. Feeling ashamed of what his mom could clearly see, he started to weep more.
His mom brought a paw to the kit's ear and gently stroked it. The fur there was already dry and gritty with stuck on sand. "Oh honey, what's wrong?"
Tristan told his mom everything that happened, and though he was accurate, his mom wanted her sissy son to be more descriptive. She asked him to describe things lke how it felt for his tail to be pulled and how hard the sand clods smacked his face. The fox cub answered every question and even remembered to tell his mom about his wet diaper. While it was even more shameful to regail the event in more detail, Tristan's cries died down, feeling better with his mom around.
She patted his back and sat down beside her son. There was a brief pause before she said anything. "Did you like it?" She asked. Tristan's face screwed up in confusion as he looked up to his mom's face, not sure he'd heard her right. Of course he didn't like it. The whole ordeal was awful and humiliating. He shook his head right away. When his mom saw this, her smile faded some. "Oh baby. That's just a shame." Suprised by his mother's response, Tristan listened closely as she cleared her throat. "That was your birthday present." This made the young lily of a fox quiver with shock and horror. The vixen continued. "Ok, you know how mommy is always really nice to you? Well that husky is a bully. He's supposed to be really mean to you."
"Why is he so mean to me?" Tristan broke in, his eyes beginning to water again.
"Sweety, if everyone was always really nice to you, it would just be boring. You should be excited." She gleamed enthusiastically. "It's a fun adventure." Tristan's reaction wasn't grand or happy like his mom was. No, he only shook even more and couldn't believe his ears. He finally exlaimed his displeasure, but he was suddenly cut off by his mom. "Come on now" She began, sounding more stern now, "Are you trying to tell mommy you don't like the gift she got for you? Don't you at least appreciate the thought?" When he again expressed that he didn't want to be bullied, his mother seemed to become angry, rearing her paw back . There was a dreadful moment where the fox cub saw his mother glare intimidatingly into his eyes. The next instant, the paw swung around and slapped his already aching face, causing it to sting immediately.
Tristan put his paws up to his burning cheek and began his weeping again. This just continued on as his mom grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and bent his body over her knee right right in front of the door. With a broad flat paw, Ms. Webb slapped the back of the kit's thighs and calves repeatedly, thuroughly punishing his body. The kit whimpered and yelped and looked forward to the punishment to be over. Tristan had to wait a long time before his mom's paw would stop ravaging his burning legs. When she was done she rewarded her crying kit with another angry slap across his dirty muzzle. "Now you go up to your room and think about what you've done." She pointed. Though Tristan wasn't quite clear what he'd been guilty of, the again sobbing fox cub attempted to stand up, only to feel his legs wobble out from under him, causing him to land on his front paws with a thump just audible over his whines. The utterly confused boy didn't try to stand up again but rather crawled slowly up to his room like the inept baby he was.
From a moderate distance, Ms. Webb Followed her son to his room and watched him lay his dirty aching body down on his bed. Without a word, she closed the door and left him upstairs. She thought for a few minutes about locking her boy inside, but she figured it was unlikily he would be getting up and running anywhere soon. She wasn't really that mad that Tristan disliked his "gift" as she expected he would have. The punishment she'd given him was really all part of a much bigger plan she had for the cub that worked on a few different levels. For right then, the reason was to put him in time out while she stepped outside and called for the bully husky who was patiently waiting outside.
"Come on in." She called to the canine with a welcoming tone. The husky did just as he was told, his mean personality hung up like a coat as he walked inside.
"Thanks Ms. Webb." He said politely with his whole tail swinging back and forth behind him.
"Oh, thank you, babe. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. You did such a good job." She becconed the dog into the living room as she went on, swinging her hips in his view as she settled down on a foot stool next to the couch. "Are you ready for the other part of your package?" She asked in a seductive tone. The canine actually blushed but nodded. He walked over to the couch and sat down, almost siting on his tail as he lowered himself into the cushy seat. The package Ms. Webb was talking about was a deal she'd made with the husky boy's father. For six hundred dollars, the twelve year old dog could be as mean as he wanted Tristan and then recieve a little hands-on sexual education with his mom.
Ms. Webb unbuttoned her cardigan and smiled to the boy. "So Ryan, have you ever seen a naked female before?" She asked, thinking that it would be just as good a starting point as any. The husky shook his head and watched the vixen take the sweater off with dumbfounded pleasure. Ms. Webb was hardly phased by the staring but slightly suprised by his answer. "You want to see what it's like, right?" She asked cautiously. She guessed that if it turned out the kid was more attracted to males than her, she might just be forced to give back a portion of her payment.
"Oh yeah." Ryan wagged, much to Ms. Webb's encouragement. He had his paws held together and gently kicked his legs as he watched the vixen continue to undress. It came time for Tristan's mom to take off her cool blue colored bra and expose her D sized breasts when Ryan spoke up. "So...what am I...you know..." He failed to find his voice and trailed off.
"Man, he must be a complete virgin" The fox thought as she brought a single finger delicately to the front of his muzzle. "Ssshhhhh babe. Don't worry." She smiled and used the back of her paw to brush the whiskers and soft fur of the boy's face, "You're doing fine. Just keep watching, and I'll tell you what to do." The husky nodded, his ears perked up. Ms. Webb stroked the top of his head and ran her thumb and fore finger paw pads over the crease between the boy's head and ears. This helped the dog relax and lean back against the couch, only to have the vixen sit him up again. "Don't get lazy now. I have a job for you before you even get to see my body." She quickly turned herself around on the stool and showed him her silky furred back and with one paw digit pointed to the tiny hooks of her bra. "Take a good look at these, babe. Most bras are like this. If you can undo these without fumbling, you'll really impress your girl." Ryan leaned forward and noticed the hooks, nodding as he leaned back into the sofa. Tristan's mom would have none of that though as she tapped her back with two fingers, "Well? give it a shot, stud." A chuckle from her put the boy at ease as he reached forward and clumsily messed with the back of the vixen's bra. Some hard pulls made the garment press hard against her breasts. Minutes went by before the last hook was taken out, the straps of the bra naturally parting from each other.
"Very good for your first try." She held her own boobs in her paws as she swivled herself back around to face him, "Don't worry, you'l get the hang of it. But for now, enjoy your reward." With that, she dropped her paws and revealed her hard pinkish nipples to the boy. He needed no instruction this time as he reached out lewdly with both paws and clutched the soft, tender breasts. Ms. Webb moaned out loud and enjoyed the sensation of having those underage paws playing with her veteran tits. With a soft coo and a gentle back rub, she told the dog to be rougher and instructed him on how to flick his paw pads against her nipples. He took well to that and made shivers run down the female's spine. Her already hot and wet cunt began to slowly drool moisture down her sensitive inner thighs as she praised the increasingly couragous boy.
Eventually, the treatment her nipples were receiving made them raw and over-sensitive, so she brought her paw to the dog's paws and delicately moved. He didn't resist much at all but let her guide his paws back to his own sides. "Alright babe, It's time for you to take off your pants and show your bitch her pulsing...hot...treat..." As she said this, she leaned the hypnotized boy back on the couch. She brought both her paws to his face and leaned over to kiss his mouth tenderly. Without an argument, the canine licked the vixen's muzzle affectionately and undis his own pants at the same time. The smooching had awakened his young loins and made his body quiver under this mommy's control. Before he was able to pull his pants down halfway, his bright red canine cock was already fully outside its sheath, poking out in the air now that his pants and undies were out of the way. The dog seemed to be heaven as the sun shone through the front window through the curtains and over the couch. He basked in the warmth and reclined with a sexy mother vixen who kissed his mouth passionately.
Ms. Webb sensed from the boy's breathing that he was very excited, almost too excited. She might have had less than a minute before the budding male would pump his sperm from the tip of his bright red cock. The vixen hastened her lesson and slid one of her warm, fluffy paws to the boy's thigh. As soon as she broke the kiss, she went through the careful motions to non-verbally guide her student's eyes down. She would look deeply into his eyes until they made contact, and then she would let her eyes drift down to the husky's groin while simultaneously bringing her paw there as well. It was a success as the bully looked down to watch the mommy curl her paw around his swollen knot. Ms. Webb saw the doggy pant and tense up, and she knew she had to wrap up the lesson quickly and wonderfully. She slid down and knelt before Ryan, letting her plump breasts rest against his denim covered knees. Now in position, she brought her lips to the dog's cock tip and sucked the manageable length, about six inches, into her warm muzzle. She stopped at the knot and enjoyed the flavor as she cradled the underside of the pulsing organ with her slippery tongue. The dog's moan was almost a whine as he felt his own semen rush out of him in thick jets into the welcoming mouth. He took in three or four deep, invigorating breaths while he felt the stream of cum spread his urethra in exhilarating waves until his orgasm faded into the afterglow.
The mommy moaned with satisfaction as the salty puppy-sauce pooled in her mouth. The warm mess overflowed over her tongue and ran over the fox's teeth before pushing her cheeks out into fat giggly mounds on either side of her face. Ms. Webb was impressed as the white goo leaked from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin, some eventually dripping onto the husky's crotch. When the boy's climax was finished, Ms. Webb carefully pulled her head back and closed her mouth, only to sit back on her calves and open her dirty muzzle for Ryan to view. He watched in amazement as she stirred the creamy spooge around with her tongue before closing her muzzle again to make a loud gulp. A moment later and her mouth was open again, revealing a clean tongue, though two sticky lines of cum adorned the sides of her muzzle.
The vixen stood up and tussled the husky's hair, smiling warmly. "How was that Ryan?"
What she got in return sounded like a groan. "That's the first time I've ever done that."
"Oh don't worry about that." Ms. Webb chuckled and reassured him, "Sometimes it feels a little weird at first, but after that I'm sure you'll really enjoy blowjobs."
"Oh. I mean that's the first time I made sperm come out."
"Oh." The arctic fox was taken back a bit.
"It was fucking awesome!" The husky exclaimed.
"Now now," the vixen started, "I'm the only one here with a dirty mouth. Well, there is Tristan too, but I'll take care of that soon." Her reprimand was not very harsh, and she continued. "I was going to say your time is up, but in honor of your very first cumshot, how about we take a couple more shots? Come on." She lead the twelve year old to the kitchen, of course after having him pull his pants up again. In a high cupboard she fished out a bottle of clear liquid and a couple shot glasses. Ryan mentally guessed that the bottle was filled with vodka, and he guessed right. The fox also went into the fridge and pulled out a carton of pineapple juice. The husky couldn't help but smile and watch the sexy vixen dolly about her kitchen while she still casually wore his semen on her snout. He didn't bother to point it out to her as she set everything down on the counter. In one glass she mixed the booze and the juice equally, but in the other only filled the shot a third of the way with vodka before diluting it the rest of the way.
Ryan tilted his head and looked to Ms. Webb, noticing he would not be getting as much alcohol. "Um Ms. Webb, I think I can handle a whole shot. You don't have to make it like that just for me." He gave her a smile and wagged his tail.
She noticed the grin and chuckled softly. "Ryan, I promace you at your age, a whole shot will knock you on your ass harder than you did my dafadill of a son today. Go on now." She took her shot and raised it in her paw, bottom's up!" The two took their shots, the husky coughing a bit from his. The two laughed as Ms. Webb lead the boy outside. "Ok now, get yourself home before you get in any more trouble." She waved as the boy and turned around, going back inside where she'd left her bra and other clothes on the couch. She chuckled as she smeared the almost dry cum into her muzzle fur like lotion. She thought about how dirty it was stepping out onto her porch mid day with her tits exposed, and it was then that she noticed a glistening on the floor. "How could he have gotten there?" She asked herself before realizing that was the very place she had knelt while blowing the once pent up bully. This made her blush and bite one of her fingers. "Oh Tristan, I'll be with you soon. I just have a little cleaning up to do." With that she knelt down again and lapped up her shame, wiping the hard wood floor with her soft tongue. "Mommy is such a whore."
Though Tristan was covered from head to toe in dry sand and aching everywhere, he was able to fall asleep, telling himself it was all just a bad nightmare and when he woke up, it would be his real birthday with yummy pancakes, growing a lot more, and presents that didn't hurt him. He woke up to a gentle nudge and stirred, licking is nose. He realized the taste was earthy and had a grit texture, letting him know he was still covered in sand. "At least I'm not cold anymore" he thought as he craned his head to look at his mommy.
Though she was smiling, Tristan remembered the harsh spanking from earlier, especially since the backs of his calves were still slightly bruised from the punishment. His ears pinned down and he let his muzzle droop. "I'm sorry mommy. I didn't take your present good. I wone do it again, I promise." He quivered as his mom raised her paw to his face, but this time it was gentle and soothing.
"I know sweetheart. You really hurt mommy's feelings since I'd tried so hard to get you something fun." She stroked the side of her son's face. "You're ready to be good from now on?" Tristan nodded. "That's good because if you don't, you're just going to get punished even more. You understand?" The kit nodded again solemnly. "Very good. Now let's get you all cleaned up, birthday boy."
The two went into the bathroom down the hall where Ms. Webb undressed her son completely and started a bubble bath. She didn't use the normal soap that she had done in the past, instead using a special blend which had intoxicating scents that would relax her cub, lower his inhibitions, and hopefully make him more maliable to the power of suggestion. Tristan climbed in as his mom was opening the new soap. That is when she noticed the liquid soap itself was viscus and white. She decided to have fun with that observation and had Tristan stay still while she drizzled the fragrant soap over his dirty body. She got plenty in the kit's hair and down the side of his face, and she told him to wash his face while she got the rest of him.
Tristan was more than delighted to oblige, and as he inhaled the soothing scents of the bath, he felt as if he was floating. He was no longer aching and everything seemed very safe and plesant. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the running warm water splashing against his thighs in gentle ripples. He also greatly enjoyed the feel of his loving mommy's paws as they washed him and scrubbed the sand out of his fur. He giggled and parked his ears up when he felt those paws move between his legs and scrub him there for whole minutes, maybe even hours with the way it felt to him. He took care of his tail next, allowing it to soak to see if he could get rid of the cruel bubble gum.
Ms. Webb let her son soak in the tub for about a half hour, idly fiddling about his body. She thought the more time in the tub, the more compliant he would be. After all, the bully from that morning, though he'd done a great job, wasn't as mean as he could have been, not by far. The vixen needed her little boy to be perfectly submissive to her, especially with what she was about to tell him.
"Tristan, baby? Can you hear mommy?" The boy nodded. "Good. Mommy isn't done giving you your gift, dear. Tomorrow you will have to go outside again and meet another bully." She spoke softly and didn't get much of a reaction from her kit. "He's going to be very very mean to you, and he's going to hurt you a lot. You're going to want to cry, and you will only feel better once you cried. Do you understand, Tristan?" The kit nodded again, but his mom wasn't sure. "Tell mommy what is going to happen tomorrow?"
Almost monotone, the kit calmly speaks. "I hafta meet another bully tomorrow, and he's gonna be really mean and hurt me until I cry." The kit's head arched back a bit, his eyes still closed as if he was ready to fall into peaceful sleep.
The vixen was satisfied with that and pulled the drain plug. She used the handle shower sprayer to rinse off the kit's fur, which was now back to it's pure white color. Even without the soap in his eyes, Tristan didn't open them. He breathed softly and licked his muzzle. His mom was captivated in the adorableness when she thought of one more dirty act before having her son take a nap in her bed since his was messy. "Oh wait, it looks like you missed a spot." The slutty fox slipped her paw down between her thighs and licked her lips as she gathered the copious amount of her on vaginal secretions. She then brought the potent mess to her son's snout and rubbed it onto his fur, pretending she was finishing her cleaning.
"Thank you Mommy." Tristan smiled as he started to lean against her and drift to sleep.