Mother and Son: Part 1
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Mother and Son
We start our story in Barnstown, an insignificant little town in the middle of the Terra Desert, a place few ever go. However, Barnstown flourish with plants and water, it is built on an oasis, one of the few in the Terra Desert. The inhabitants are few and adapted to little water and a lot of sun. But the evenings are cool and pleasant.
A late evening, the edge of Barnstown, a chilling wind blows through the curtains and awakens a small kitten. The window is open on the second floor of what seems as an identical house in a row of many. Roof is red, door is blue, built with brown bricks and window-frames are white. The small garden in front of the house is surrounded by tall hedges, only opening up for a small, white gate.
The house is designed buy the same who designed the others of the houses in Barnstown: two stories high, with a small attic, two bedrooms on the second floor and living-room and kitchen on the bottom floor, bathrooms on the bottom floor. This last house is inhabited by a mother and her son.
The window is open on the second floor and curtains are fluttering out through the windows. But a small, white paw quickly pulls them in and closes the window. The street is once again swallowed by silence and darkness? the night carries on as it did before.
But morning comes, the street suddenly bursts into life at 6am and the small kitten is awoken by soft strokes on his cheek. A tender voice whispers the kitten awake: ?Good morning my white, nine year old of fluff of fur.? A soft giggle is muffled by the pillow and one blue, sparkling eyes peeks out from under the long white hair covering the small head. ?I know it?s your birthday but you still have to go to school.? The mother?s crystal clear, brown eyes meets the kitten?s blue and a smile spread on the mother?s: ?Good morning, breakfast is waiting downstairs.?
Suddenly the kitten pulls the cover over his head and growls. But the mother quickly grabs the cover and throws it off the kitten. The mother giggles as the small kitten darts out of bed, runs downstairs and locks himself in the bathroom. Left behind sits the mother and sniffs the thick air in the kitten?s bedroom, noticing the closed window and dirty curtains. The she chuckles to herself as she makes the bed: ?You should?ve left the window open, son.?
The kitten sits on the toilet with his head in his hand. The tub is slowly filled with water as the kitten thinks over the last night, his breathing becoming hard as he remembers. His mind had been spinning as his lower parts had awoken in a different way. Girls, a lot of them, had been visiting his dreams, most of them half or completely naked.
He turns the tap and the water stops pouring out. Before sitting down in the tub he makes sure it?s not too hot. He finds it quite comfortable and slowly slides down in the water, the water flowing in and touching the places only he, and of course his mother, had gone before. But only his mother and the water had gone there in a peaceful manner, the water cleansing both mind and fur.
Suddenly his mind was thrown back into the small bathroom when hard knocks and a voice can be heard: ?I asked you if you were okay.? The kitten shook his head and sat up. ?I?m coming in.? says the voice from the other side again. Quickly, before the mother picked the lock, the kitten covered himself with his paws and looked down. The mother chuckled and looked at the kitten. ?That?s actually the first time you locked the door just for a bath? and that?s the first time you covered yourself for your own mother.?
The mother slowly bent down and looked into the little kitten?s eye, her nose only and inch from the kitten?s. The kitten blushes and looks away. The mother giggles and walks over to the closet, opening it and pulling out some towels. ?I know what?s going on? get dry and dressed, we need to talk.? As the mother closed the door behind him he sighs and gets up, drying himself and puts on white boxers and a white T-shirt, almost the same white as his fur.
The kitten sits down at the table, facing some pancakes and jam, his mother sitting straight across the table. ?Pancakes, only cause it?s your birthday.? But the air was filled with tension as the kitten quickly gulps down the pancakes, his mother warning him not to eat too fast. But as any other kitten he can?t resist it and gulps it down quickly, only ending up with a slight stomach-pain.
But then the mood changes and the mother become serious, starting out: ?To think it happened on your ninth birthday.? There was a silence as the mother looked at the young kitten. ?You?re a smart kid, Draxter, you know what?s going on, right?? The mother continued. Draxter nodded, he knew very well what was going on. ?I?m becoming? mature, right?? Said Draxter, looking over his mother who this morning seemed different.
The mother nodded and got up from the table, talking the plate and putting it into the sink. ?Since I don?t trust the school these days, I?m giving you the day off?? Draxter almost leaped up in joy but was quickly beaten down again. ?So I can teach you what it is you?re going through.?
Draxter didn?t exactly have an easy day. Five hours straight with sexual education from his mother. What sex was, how to do it and when to do it. The mother wasn?t very interested in what and how, she put the most time on when. Draxter noticed this and being the smart kid he was he figured the mother hadn?t taken the advices she had been given.
Suddenly Draxter blurted out: ?Mother, how old are you?? The mother was cut off abruptly and didn?t exactly find words. ?Why? why do you wanna know?? Draxter grinned widely. ?Cause I wanna know when you got pregnant with me.? The mother chuckled and looked the kitten over. ?You?re a lot older than one might think? you think too much, read too much? one day you might get in trouble for it, you know.?
The little lesson ended with that and Draxter rejoiced at the fact that he quit ?school? one hour before everyone else in the town. After this he locked himself away in his room, playing with whatever toys he could get his hands on next, his mother getting ready to head off to get some grocery and then head off to work.
Draxter?s mother, Misaluv, worked in the only bar in Barnstown. Barnstown held a modest amount of 100 inhabitants, yet the bar thrived, most came for the company of Misaluv. She worked from 4pm to midnight, leaving her little kitten home alone most of the time. But Draxter understood that she had to it and stuff like that, he was a bright kid.
Misaluv loved her son above everything else and she spent as much time as she possibly could with him. She had not had a male partner in several years in consideration of the little kitten. She didn?t really miss it on the other hand, she was a very timid and happy. Some questioned her ability to take care of a kid, the question had been brought up many times? yet Draxter had always had the last hand in it and his choice was to stay with his mother.
Let us move ahead to the following night. It?s around 11pm, Misaluv has only one hour left on her day, the last day of her working-week. The most males checking Misaluv out as she walks through the bar and hands out bear. But suddenly the barkeeper pulls Misaluv behind the bar and whispers in her ear: ?The weather-forecast warns for thunder? you better get yourself home before it turns bad.? Misaluv nodded and before any objections were handed in, Misaluv was on her way home, the weather already starting to act up.
Yes, Draxter is afraid of thunder, entire Barnstown know of this. No-one really knows why but he?s terrified of thunder. Some say it?s just something passing, others say that something probably happened while he was even younger. However, Misaluv knows that if she?s not home when it starts, Draxter will be hiding under the bed, crying his eyes out.
The little kitten sits up rapidly, his eyes staring at the window. His mind constantly told him not to be afraid but as soon as the next flash and clap shook the house he was quickly out of bed. However, he quickly realized that Misaluv wasn?t home. All he could do was crouch and hide his face in his paws, his eyes slowly starting to water.
Flash after flash shook his little mind, clap after clap rushed against his body? he was soon only a little shaking pile on the floor, pressed tightly against the wall. He tried to convince himself that he was mature, the thunder was nothing to be afraid of? but as soon as the next flash made its? presence known, he was thrown back to square one, fearing the thunder as he had always done.
Minutes passed, but they seemed like hours. A different sound slammed across him, this time it sounded from inside the house. Had the lighting struck the house? Draxter shivered even worse at the thought of what it could be. Pounding noises approached his hiding-spot, sounding closer and louder each time. Another muffled sound came from an origin not too far away.
Suddenly the lights in his room was flicked on and Draxter realized his mother was home. Quickly he rose up and threw himself in his mother?s open arms. Misaluv didn?t waste any time, she quickly tore Draxter into her own bedroom and threw him in the bed, covering him up with her cover. She quickly got out of the worst clothes and crept in under the cover as well.
Her arms wrapped around the little fluff of fur that she called son. He was only a little, shivering ball of fur now, but as soon as her arms pulled him into a tender hug it quickly unfolded and wrapped his arms and legs around his mother. She placed a tender kiss on his forehead and hugged him tighter.
He started crying into her fur, burying his muzzle deep into her bosom, his eyes shut tight and his arms grasping tighter as every strike of thunder swept across the house. All Misaluv could do was to hug him, whisper tender words in his ears and pat him gently. And as soon as the thunder had swept across the little town, the little kitten quickly fell asleep in her arms.
Misaluv slowly tucked the kitten down and got up from the bed, stretching out. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her body to the sleeping kitten, the body which most men in Barnstown wanted or dreamed of. And as she took her panties off she stood at the end of the bed, completely nude in front of her sleeping son.
It somehow made her entire body tingle, her son had turned into a man and was sleeping innocently in her bed, she was standing nude not too far from him and her body tingled. In the moment of excitement she slowly walked over to the sleeping kitten and sat on the edge of the bed.
She slowly bent down and kissed him on the lips. It was a mother?s kiss, it wasn?t a friend?s kiss? it was the kiss of a lover. The kitten purred and his body responded just as she thought it would, relaxing and falling deeper into sleep. Her own mother had taught her that males fell deeper asleep if kissed? Misaluv just had never expected it to work on such young ones.
She stood up and tried to walk away. But Draxter?s paw was suddenly thrown out and grabbed Misaluv?s thigh, the paw clutching not too far from her sex. It sent millions of little jolts through her body, no-one had touched her there for so long. A groan escaped her lips as she untangled her leg from the young paw. She fell backwards and slammed against the wall. She slowly slid down and leaned on the wall, her legs spreading against her will.
Her paw slowly traced itself down over her body, touching her own nipples as she went further. Her blood started rushing faster as her fingers traced over her stomach quickly before touching where she had not ventured for so long. Her fingers just quickly slid passed her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her body, whimpering as she started to touch her own sex.
Her blood rushed too fast for her to even consider stopping or even slowing down. She muffled her shriek when she pressed her fingers into her cunt by biting on her other paw. When the worst feelings had passed she slowly started to masturbate, her body been in solitude for too long.
It didn?t take long at all for her body to respond in full, her cunt flowing with juices, the blood pumping harder as her finger slid in and out. Soon she slid a second finger in, fucking herself faster and faster. Her tail started twitching back and forth in wide bows as her little self-pleasuring went even faster.
Suddenly she bit down harder on her paw, afraid to wake the little kitten. Her cunt exploded out on her paw, juices squirting out in a fountain. Slamming her head gently on the wall as the feelings exploded in her body, magnifying it extremely. Her mind exploded in colors and sounds, this was the first time it had been like this. It had been nine years since last time so there was a lot that needed to come out.
She wiped the worst of the floor and sighed. The rain was drumming on the window, so she couldn?t open the window to clear the scents out, but she hoped Draxter wouldn?t notice them when he finally did wake up. She went into the bathroom and washed herself off, afraid to touch her own sex incase she would be thrown into another round of masturbation.
After thoroughly cleaning herself she joined her little son again. She had thrown a t-shirt and panties on, not really sure why. She pulled her son into a tender hug again and whispered in his ear: ?Thank you, thank you so much.? The kitten purred and slowly wrapped one arm around his mother and pulled himself closer to her, his muzzle not far from hers. She knew that she wouldn?t be able to stand many more days of this, her son had matured, there was no question about it?
To be continued?