Momma's Boy

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Roo gets fed up with his mother telling him what to do...


Warning: This story is kind of a work in progress. An idea that sparked that needed an outlet. I hope you enjoy.

P.S. graphic sexual scenes, which is exactly why you logged in :3

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It was a brightly cloudy afternoon. The kind you see after a light spring sprinkling of rain making the Hundred Acre Wood grocery store vegetable aisle crisp. Green greens, flowering flowers, and the usual flourishing forest sparkle and glimmer like the facet of a polished emerald. Things have been quite quiet in the Hundred Acre Wood ever since Christopher Robin and his family moved to a new school district. He comes and visits every so often, but lately, he hasn't had the time. As peaceful and serine and quite things have been, trouble is starting to simmer and brew.

In Kanga & Roo's house on 100 Acre Wood, an argument mumbles its way out from the shut front door. "Now now Roo, you're getting much too big for me to keep caring you about. You're growing into such a handsome son, it's time you start spending less time in the pouch, and more time with your friends" wafts Kanga's motherly tone. It's hard to be stern with her little Roo, but the best thing for him is to move on and start becoming less attached to his mother. "But mama!" whines Roo "Tigger, Rabbit, and Pooh and Piglet went to go visit Christopher Robin. There's no one I want to play with right now!" The little roo boy shifts his weight in his warm mother's pouch to emphasize his point, much like a young teen stamping their foot.

The motherly roo urfs and lurches forward as the force of that heavy squirming washes over her like tidal forces. Her stomach protrudes obscenely, stretched wide from the form of her son refusing to leave. He had far out grown her last year, but she was reluctant to let him go. Now it seems it will be even harder from his deep attachment. She rubs her pained pouch and waddles her awkward weight to a large easy chair and climbs in propping her big feet up. Standing is starting to become a chore from the weight and shape of Roo nestled so comfortably within her warm pouch.

"Now Roo, that's no way to behave! You're being selfish and absurd. Other boys your age have all left their mother's sides so they can go to school, have friends, and get dates. Don't you want a girlfriend? You can't do that from your mother's pouch son." Kanga chuckles, knowing her son will come around eventually. He always does. "No!" Roo protests "I'm not gonna come out. Not ever!" His little arms crossed as he pouts selfishly in his dark confines. "Oh Roo..." his mother comforts and rubs him through her tummy skin. She's been on him for over a few days now, and it's getting a little tiresome. It's not long before she nods off to sleep in that big easy chair.


With a groan, Kanga is groggily woken to the feeling of something gently rubbing her long neck and cheek. "O...Oh Tigger..." She says gently, tossing slightly in the chair. She's had these kinds of dreams before. Usually they are over Rabbit, but occasionally a two way between Rabbit and buff Tigger happens. The warm paws rub more; caressing her ears and her sides...feeling a little more real than her romance novel inspired bath tub dreams. Her eyes start to blink open to a dark room. As she comes more into focus, she's met by a figure sitting atop her, straddling her hips and stomach in the chair. She whines and kicks and tries to call out but she can't seem to open her muzzle to make much noise other than alarmed muffles.

Paws rub along her furry cheeks and she tries to shy away from the touch. Her tormenter speaks and her eyes go wide as she recognizes the voice. "Shhh, it's ok moma. I came to see that you're right. I can't play with my friends or get a girlfriend stuck in your pouch. But it hit me; I don't have to leave the pouch for a girlfriend. I have the most beautiful girl in all the Hundred Acre Woods right in my own home!" He exclaims with a giggle before leaning in to kiss his mother's tied up mouth. His soft lips pressing against her own rubbery roo lips in a one sided kiss. His small tongue was licking at her teeth. He pulls back and pets along her big ears in a loving and caring manor.

"Ya see, the way I see it, I get the best of both worlds. I still live in your pouch, I get a girl to play with, and you have to do what I say, everybody wins." He giggles. None of this has done anything to alleviate the manor of panic in Kanga. She struggles, finding her arms pinned under roo. Carrying him around all day has made her body tired, unable to put up much of a fight. Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to figure out when Roo got so mean all of a sudden. Though that thought is quickly replaced by fear as she feels him rub his small paw along her thick thigh. Her body freezes and her fur stands on its electric ends.

Roo mrrrs softly, his paw starts rubbing the soft silky fur on his own mother's leg. He's fancied her for quite a while, well, ever since his best friend Tigger said how hot he thought she was. Took him a while to figure out what Tigger meant by calling her a "MILF" but over time, he began to see it. Kanga's big hips, her thumpy tail, long ears, and the pouch nipples that he got to rub up against every day. It's all too much for a budding pre-teen. Late at night he's found himself to be suckling and rubbing his groin against those nipples never getting caught or waking his moma. He mrrs and rubs softly against her, pushing his paw between her legs. "Now, here's how it's going to be from now on, moma. You're now my girl. No more telling me what to do, you now have to do everything I SAY." He pants moaning gently as he rubs his little fingers down her soft slit, pressing at her pudgy mound. She screams out through the straps holding her muzzle shut. Her body shakes as her own sun starts to play with her stuffing filled pussy.

"I'll play with you when and where I WANT. You're now nothing but another toy for me. YOU GOT THAT?" He nearly yells at her as he sinks a paw finger or two into her moist folds. She winces and her back arches as she's violated and humiliated by her own sun. But after a few moments under her son's stern gaze at her, she caves. She never was able to say "No" to Roo, and now it's come back to haunt her. She nods at him, sobbing, but gives out a soft gasp as he pushes his small fingers in and out of her warm snatch. She realizes how long it's been since she's had any attention from another male. She quivers and whimpers as he pushes another finger into her, squeezing down to pay attention to that little nub in his nimble gentle pinching fingers. "And I'm going to live in your pouch for as long as I want." He almost threatens with a cold tone, giving a sudden squeeze to her clit. Her legs kick under him and her tail thumps to the sharp pain, but she nods again, accepting her new place in life as her son spells it out for her.

He shifts himself down a little bit, his own member poking out a full five inches, a little big for his age. He mrrrs out softly pulling his mom's cell phone from the TV stand next to the chair. With big teary eyes she watches him start to poke his tip at her, rubbing his member with the paw covered in her own juices. As he pushes in, the cell phone's camera flashes several times, capturing every inch of Roo's pole as it sinks in and claims his own mother as his mate. She is nothing now but his new play thing. Her ears lower as photographic evidence of her forced submission is placed on her own phone.

She moans out in loudly through her muzzle's bonds feeling her son's shaft sink into her wanting folds. She can't help but feel pleasure as her vag is spread around another kangaroo's maleness. She bucks back slightly and unconsciously as roo grins at her. "See, Tigger was right, you are just a cock thirsty little cum dumpster, aren't ya?" Roo teases, pulling back a ways before slamming forward, rocking his mother in her easy chair. He starts to thrust at a slow but stern pace, this new experience being much more rewarding than his own paw or the watermelon him and Tigger cut a hole in and shared. She huffs and pants along with her son as he fucks her on instinct now. His member hard and throbbing as her own lubrication dribbles around his roo hood.

In and out over and over he fucks his Kanga bitch. The wood in the padded chair was creaking in protest to his surprisingly powerful thrusts as she pushes herself back into him. His inexperience starts to show as he bites his lip a little bit getting ever so close to his first "real" orgasm. A sly idea crosses his mind as he rubs down her chest. His paws scritching into her fur as he humps and pounds her taunt mound. He finds the opening of her pouch and pulls it open, stuffing his head into the warm darkness. She squirms a bit, the stretching skin a little uncomfortable then yipes when Roo finds what he was looking for. Between his large blunt herbivore teeth is a sensitive skinned nipple. He starts to bite and pinch and suckle on her pouch teat. Her paws grip the seat cushion tightly as her son further degrades her.

It proves to be too much. The massive stimulation pouring in from her son's rod forced between her legs and his teeth and muzzle coaxing milk from her pouch teats as he bites every so often. Her back arches and her tail gives one last heavy thump against the ground as she cums hard, squirting roo juice out along her son's legs. He groans around that nipple, drinking his favorite beverage from his mother. He feels her start to clench and he winces suddenly rocked by his own orgasm. His maleness throbs and starts to spew forth hot potent joey batter, pulse after pulse into Kanga. The afterglow hits him hard as he grunts and groans, his pistoning hips slowing to a stop as he sits back up. Taking the phone again, he slowly pulls out; getting a good shot of the drooling cream pie he just gave his moma.

Gripping her ears, he undo's the muzzles. She pants from exertion and lets him move her head about like a caught rabbit's. Roo sits up pulling his mom's long neck down and shoves his spent cock in her muzzle, giving her the taste of his seed mixed with her own liquids. Accepting her place, her mouth opens letting her son's member slip into her muzzle and she gives it a few good sucks, cleaning it and mrring at the surprisingly sweet taste. Roo pulls free of her, opens her pouch and stretches it back around himself. His maw finding the nipple without heavy bite marks and starts to nurse against it, lulling to sleep. Kanga sits back in the chair, her pussy drooling, cum on her lips, and now a slave to her own son. A tear drips from her eye of motherly pride as Roo has grown up so much.


In a quiet buss top in the inky blackness of night, an annoying buzzing and an electronic siren springs to life. Its noise echoes against the sterile tile walls of the lonely bus station. Tigger groans and paws clumsily around for the culprit. He gets a grip on his cell phone and brings it up to his face. He seems to have gotten a few texts from Kanga while he was napping. His eyes go wide as image after image is found dumped in his text messages. A first person shot of some one's stomach and cock as they sink into Kanga's thick hips. Not only that, but a juicy cum dribbling Kanga pussy for an after math shot. Tigger can't quite make out who's taking the pics, but that doesn't stop him getting a good night jerk in the empty bus stop.

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