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A Mother's TLC.

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STORY CONTENTS: Incest, Vaginal, Nudity, Language, Love, TLC, Divorce & Depression

COPYRIGHTS: All characters and this story are © Allester E. Darkflame (R.J. Nebeker)

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A slow droning sound echoed through the small school bus filled with kids coming home. Thirteen rows of two person chairs with no seat belts and windows that only opened halfway. A lone bus driver, a large polar bear woman, controlled the vehicle with smooth precision from years of driving this route. At each stop, several kids would climb out and head to their homes with a loud ruckus of noises, until it was down to one last stop with one kid left. He sat always at the front of the bus, right behind the driver and minded his own business with a shy and respectful attitude.

"Yuki." a voice rang in his ears, it resonated at the back of his mind but he did hear his name.

Tilting a pair of small, triangular ears, before turning his football shaped head to the side a little bit. "Yes Mrs. Darkflame?" the small boy asked. His pepper colored fur speckled with a few freckles of white along his cheeks and the right side of his blunted muzzle. A mask of black really made his sapphire blue eyes 'pop' out at any lookers. A small mane of cherry red hair settled between his ears with a short crop of bangs and a low ponytail tied off at the base of his skull with the end resting at his shoulders.

"It's your stop sweet-coon." The driver said, smiling over her shoulder as she held the door open for him. A large woman, not in girth but in height. Nine feet tall, with large burly muscled arms and thighs, with a slightly thick middle and a tiny bit of a belly. Pristine white fur shimmered in the dying light of the afternoon, save for a red 'glove' like color of fur on her right hand. Crimson red hair spilled in curls around her shoulders and down her back, with perfect violet eyes looking back at the boy. "Come on, you know by now I don't bite." She teased, showing off the small but sharp pointed teeth in her short muzzle.

Yuki smiled and gave a little show of his own pointy white teeth. "Thanks Mrs. Darkflame. Sorry to be a bother." He said, gathering his book-bag, and slinging it over his shoulder. He stood to his full height of five foot and not an inch more, a slightly rounded body like most raccoon's but not fat - just a little plush in the belly and hips, maybe his butt as well. He turned a little and saw his mother and father yelling at each other about sixty feet away on the front porch. He hung his head a little and then took a step forward, and fell straight to the floor, cracking his head on the rail and tumbling out of the bus, blackness met him.

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Slowly his eyes opened to a blurred world of green, yellow, orange and blues. Groggily, his senses started to come back to him, but the ringing in his ears tortured him horribly, but something soft and cushion rested against the back of his head. He figured it was his pillow, and reached up to grab the side and yank it over his head... except what he found was soft, fleshy, furry, and warm... and yelped in pain when he pulled! Almost in an instant his eyes focused and he looked in to those violet eyes of his bus driver. She was chuckling, a sound barely heard by his ringing ears, and rubbing her left tit. He realized suddenly his head was cradled in the massive KK orbs the ursine woman had settled on top of her chest.

She smiled down at him and gave out a rumbling chuckle, "Mornin' sunshine!" she said, but her voice was muffled. His head rolled as he tried to get up, but those large, muscular arms gripped him so tight he couldn't budge. "Not a move sweet-coon, we gotta let the doctors look at you." She said, her voice clearer now.

At that point, he realized his mom and dad were looming close, but his dad was forcing his mother to stay away from him. "...mo...m..." he croaked out but didn't make anymore moves, his eyes closing once more even as he noticed the ambulance blaring its sirens as it drove up the long trail to where they were.

The last things he heard before he feinted were, "damn bullies tied his laces together when he wasn't lookin'." It was Sarasyn Darkflame's voice, the loving woman who always looked after him on the bus.

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"I'm sorry Mrs. Adzin, Mrs. Darkflame, but we can't allow you back to see him just yet. For one, he's not even awake, and two he's in critical condition. You did a great job immobilizing him and keeping him steady, but he lost a lot of blood and has a serious concussion and swelling that we need to get under control. Any outside stimulus such as an emotional mother could cause problems. Please, we know what we're doing, we're good doctors." A man in a white coat spoke, trying to keep from wetting himself. Muscled and six feet of wolf meat he was, the imposing figure of the fifty-something much larger and more muscled polar bear woman balling her fists his direction had him wishing he had stayed home today.

"My Grandson contributes a huge amount of money to this Hospital; in fact most of the machinery you use here was paid for by his money!" Sarasyn snapped out, breathing deep and relaxing a moment to calm her nerves. "Please, at least let her SEE her son."

The doctor flicked his left ear and lashed his tail behind him. "Mrs. Darkflame, I'm well aware of your Grandson's grand show of charity to us, it's one of the reasons we're able to make free health care for those without insurance. But I can not break protocol that could risk the young boy's life."

Growling once more, Sarasyn gripped the wolf's shoulders with paws nearly as big as his head, and that did it for him. To terrified he felt his lips tremble as the rest of him shook with that dribbling sound hitting the floor just an inch under his now lifted feet. Immediately Sarasyn put the wolf down, outside his puddle, and sighed. "Sorry, I truly am... it's just... that boy has enough troubles in his school days that he didn't need this, and he doesn't need to be away from his mother." She breathed in dip and released the trembling male and stepped back two paces. "Forgive me." She bowed her head.

Several long seconds passed before the Doctor once more composed himself and straightened his slightly yellow stained white coat. "R-right. Ehm, iii-it's alright. I lost a child five years ago, not mine, but because of me the kid died. So please understand I don't want that to happen again."

Before Sarasyn could argue further, two small black furred hands gripped the red hand of her friend. "Just, stop. It's alright. They'll let us back as soon as they can." The small voice attached to Yuki's mother spoke.

"Alright Kanichi," Sarasyn responded, cupping her friends tiny hands and turning some. "Find me a mop, and I'll clean that up for you." She said to the doctor, and at the same time pulled out a gold band for the wolf. "To pay for your dry cleaning, those clothes look good on you."

The doctor took the band, it was far more than his dry cleaning bill would cost, but he figured the rest was to cover his bruised ego after being so humiliated in front of his coworkers. "We'll keep you up to date every hour, and bring you back as soon as it's safe."

"Thank you." Both women said in unison.

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Seven months later, Yuki smiled as he wiggled out of the limo that drove him and his mother home courtesy of the Darkflame family. "Yuki, don't move to fast, I don't want you in there another seven months!" Kanichi begged from the car as she tried to follow him out as quickly as he escaped.

"Sorry Mom, but I'm free of that place!" he chuckled, breathing in deep. He lost a lot of weight thanks to the hospital food, he was thin but thanks to daily workouts during physical therapy he had put on a good bit of muscle in his arms and chest. There was still a little bit of a belly on him, but it was slowly withering away. He liked how he looked now, and planned to keep up with his daily exercises to keep up this shape. He still had a bald patch of fur on his head just behind and moving beneath his left ear, twenty-four stitches holding together a slowly healing gash.

His home coming finally dropped when he realized there was only one car in the driveway, and it was the broken down pile of crap his dad had cut up for parts. The front door looked like it was hanging at a slight angle, and the porch steps were broken, and the grass was far overgrown. But the biggest hint that his dad was gone was the lack of his dad's work garage missing. He sighed heavily, his birthday was two months away and what he wanted to believe was a lie made up by his mom was true; his dad left them and moved out of state.

"Come on dear; let's get you in to bed." Kanichi said, drawing him with her carefully. She stood five feet and ten inches tall, a little on the chunky side with a rack to go with that weight. Her rump stuck out a good portion from her body, with a long three foot ringed tail just like her sons. She carried her weight with a grace and beauty of a refined Queen, holding her head up high and walking with gracefully practiced steps while hanging on the arm of her son to help him navigate the front steps and in to the house.

She quickly led him to his room, trying to keep him from noticing most of the house was bereft of furniture. Once in his room, Yuki took in the sight of familiar settings. His small twin size bed rested against the back wall in the middle of the room, with a hope chest carved by his grandparents on his mother's side in the homelands. It was still filled with his treasures when he opened it. A blanket his mother knitted for him, a toy horse carved from fine Cherry wood that his uncle hand made for him before he died in the war. Two old POGs that he saved up so much money to get when he was five years old, and then it hit him, something was missing. "Mom... wheres-"

Her hands cupped his shoulders, cutting him off, "Your dad took it. Said it was not meant for a bastard child." She said, choking back a brief sob even as tears streaked her cheeks.

He sighed, and closed the hope chest. He noticed his closet slightly open and stood up to look inside. A football with the names of his favorite team was missing, along with a suit his dad bought him, and his fishing rod that he took with him every time his dad went fishing. Tears rolled from his eyes but he didn't cry out, just slowly closed the door and stepped over to his bed. He pulled back the blanket and sheets and slid himself in quietly. His mother walked over and smiled "Come on, out of those clothes. We can't have you sweating in them." She chirped in a light, lyrical voice.

Grumbling a little bit, he shifted around under the blankets, tossing his old jeans and belt out from under the blankets and then his t-shirt. Kanichi smiled, and kisses his forehead very softly before tucking him in. "Take a nap, when you get up, I'll fix you some Sissino and Cai. Ok?"

His eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite meal, a fish rare around the world, but common in the river and lake beds behind their house. It had to be prepared just right, searing the outside of the fish with the inside stuffed with eel and then boiled in the oils let out by the fish. The Cai itself had to be made just as specifically, the squid was fried after the Sissino in the same juices, but with several spices added in, however the timing on how long to fry the meat was where the precision was. Five minutes on each side, with a quick thirty second dunk in ice water to seal in the juices and flavor.

He blamed what happened next, on his addled mind. But his eyes followed the sway of his mother's large ass cheeks. Tucked in to the dress bell she wore, the apron strings hanging over her ass seemed to draw his eyes and he felt himself growing aroused to the point his blankets lifted up. Once he realized what he was doing, the flesh in his ears tinted and he rolled over to his right side and huddled in to try and sleep... but his mind was tortured with brief flashes of his mother moaning in his arms.

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Yuki's eyes drew open slowly, his world swirling in his vision with brief glimpses of his mother's angelic face. But then he breathed in deep and the rich smell of a bakery and his mothers scent filled his nose. His eyes adjusted quicker, and he found himself under the blankets with his mother napping on her side with her arm drawn over his shoulder. Behind her, just to the side of his bed, a tray rested on a small TV dinner tray with the food his mother promised to make him. But he ignored all of that as the heat of her body radiated along his body. The sweet smell of her also teased his senses and made him smile more. Her dress top was pulled a little low, showing far more cleavage than she normally did in her day to day activities. Those large orbs pressed together snuggly in her top with a fleshy look to their softness, the orb against the bed smashed on one side, while the other kept its soft sphere shape for the most part.

He couldn't help feeling his body reacting to the sweet view and smells, to the point he didn't even notice his hand was sliding over her hip and up her side. Just before his paw touched her breast, her eyes opened and she smiled. She moved and hugged him tightly, smiling a bit "Mmm, glad to see you awake and looking for a hug dear." She said, her voice still groggy even as her breasts smashed so comfortably soft to those orbs.

"Yeah... I love you mom. The food smells good." He responded, letting the embrace go, and giving a smile, though it faded when her hand landed on his groin through the blankets. His flesh was rigid and eager, but she seemed not to notice at all as she sat up and rolled to the side of the bed. She reached behind her and zipped up her dress, showing she had no bra on at all.

"It might be a little cold honey. You were out cold when I finished so I thought I'd let you sleep and relax." She said, her voice starting to carry a lilt of sweetness thicker than honey to it. A few adjustments to her dress top and she re-holstered her bosoms in to a snug and comfortable position. She lifted the tray top and breathed in the meat and soup. It was all still a luke warm temperature and she smiled. "Not to cold, here." She murmured; spooning some of the soup in to a small bowl followed by some of the meat in to the soup directly. She turned and handed him a bowl before making some for herself.

He smiled, and breathed in the soup and meat scent, smiling "Thanks momma... it smells wonderful." He said, waiting for her to get her own bowl before taking a sip of his meal. The Sissino juice had a good thickness to it, not runny nor pudding, and the Cai meat had a nice fleshy feel to it, not rubbery like most restaurants make. He munched more, smiling all the more before he realized his mother had some perfume on. He realized as well that she never wore perfume when she was married to his father. It was sweet and floral, like hibiscus and lilies. It teased his nose just right and he shifted in his bed a little bit. "It's just so good. How do you cook it so perfectly Momma?" he asked her, kissing her furred cheek.

She smiled at the kiss, secretly growing aroused just a little bit from being so close to a man that actually loves her. She looked over her shoulder at him and chuckled, supping some more of her soup. "Mmm, I cook it with love." She teased playfully, giving his sides a light tickle. He squirmed and chuckled from the tickling. With the soup finished, Yuki rolled some and started to get up from the bed, only to be caught by his shoulder. "Don't even think about it pup." She chuckled, standing up from the bed and pressing him back on to his back. "Keep resting son, you need it." She kissed his forehead softly, and then his nose... or so she thought, her lips graced his lips and she seemed to reflexively press harder.

She pulled back quickly and chuckled. "Sorry sweetie." She rose up and started to collect the small amount of dishes. Her hips shifted and swung as she moved out of the room once more, and Yuki watched, still sporting wood the size of a red wood.

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Two weeks passed with Yuki stuck in bed, only able to get out for a bath, and to relieve himself. Otherwise, his mother dotted on him, even slept in bed beside him now and then, obviously craving the attention and companionship. Once or twice Sarasyn showed up to check in on him as well, and to help clean up the house with Kanichi so things didn't fall apart. Her husband also came by with a work crew and helped repair some of the things around the house to make life easier on his wife's friend. The front door worked, the windows were re-centered and even had new thermal insulated windows installed to help with electric bills. Even the porch was fixed up, and Yuki was curious why Sarasyn's husband wasn't asking for payment for all of this. The only answer he was given, came from Sarasyn, "I felt bad those kids did what they did on my watch, so I feel better I can help make your home safer for you, and to help your mom out."

Of course with all of the repairs being done, he couldn't help but sneak out of bed and try to check out of a couple of the female construction workers. While they had beauty and class, as well as attitude, none of them seemed to compare to his mothers natural beauty. Their curves were to firm and tightly covered by their clothing, while his mother's were soft and teasing with conforming clothes that hid her curves as well as showed them off at the same time. But now he saw himself as a complete pervert, thinking of his mother in such a way. He was dirty, disgusting in every way when he thought of his mother as some pleasant release.

Today though, he was sick with a fever that kept him in bed. His mother and Sarasyn were in the front room, while the kitchen was out of order for a remodel. Some pizza had been brought over, and he found he couldn't stomach the food so he just pulled the blankets up tight as he sighed heavily. His eyes skimmed his new rooms look; the two walls flanking his bed now had a private bathroom to his left complete with shower and bathtub. The wall to his right now had a walk in closet filled with new clothes for the up coming school year. The wall above his head now had two windows flanking his headboard, bringing in a brilliant amount of light that revealed the wall he faced from his bed. A mural was being painted on the surface by his mother, so far it was a vast mountain range in the distance, with a river flowing from them towards his bed, and her artwork seemed to be getting far better now that she was allowed to explore her talent.

But what really stood out in the mural was the first thing she drew. A picture of herself and him, having a picnic amongst some golden sunflowers, in a large field on the south west part of the wall. It was more a pair of splotches with rough details, but the semblance of love made him smile. She said it still needed to be touched up and finished, but she'd do that after the landscape was completed. Pressed to the left wall of that picture was his dresser, and a small throw rug rested at the foot of his bed and the feet of that dresser.

Relaxing back in to his pillows, he closed his eyes briefly and smiled. School would start in two months, his mother was starting to regain that spark of life he knew she had in her, and to boot - their home was being renovated by a close friend who wanted nothing more than to make sure they were ok. Suddenly a weight pressed onto the bed's side, and then crawled against him under the blankets. He knew it was his mother, so he didn't bother opening his eyes. He breathed in deep, smelling that beautiful perfume she wore nowadays, mingled with the natural female musk she always had about her. Something was odd this time though, very odd.

She pressed her breasts to his chest, and he could feel they were bare. His eyes shot open just as her lips met his and she pressed the kiss deep and firm. Her weight shifted more until her thighs spread and she straddled his hips. She was naked; the wet heat of her pussy mound crushed to his boxer's crotch and moistened the fabric considerably. Her hands pressed to his chest and felt up the slight bulge of muscle, and she lifted herself up, which dropped the blanket down her back until it pooled along her calves and his shins.

Her breasts were perfect in his eyes; they sagged heavily from their own weight, but stayed pointing straight ahead instead of skewed to the sides. Her cleavage was natural and the slight plump of her belly added to her beauty without hiding the thick bush between her thighs that ground against his crotch. He swore he was dreaming until she leaned down and kissed him again, his nose filled with her sweet scent and he felt her small feet pushing his boxers down. He trembled, confused and yet he wanted this, he was more relaxed than ever. He felt his thick dick rise from his lap like a spring board once his boxers were pushed down enough to free his flesh. He felt his skin kiss his mothers fat vulva, and she gave a giggle that made her whiskers tickle his lips.

"Shhh sweetie, let momma give you some of her special TLC." She giggled, the smell of alcohol was on her breath, but she wasn't plastered but nor was she sober. She had that perfect level of being coherent of her actions, and yet having no inhibitions. She also had the smell of a woman in the throws of heat, she was ready and wanting and now she was taking. This woman was his mother, but at the same time she wasn't by her actions. Her hips rose up and she deftly forced his dick in to her passage with amazing easy. The feel of her pussy was wet, hot, and inviting. Those inner muscles squeezed along his flesh like small fingers massaging randomly over his flesh. She was experienced with this, even though she constantly complained the last time she got laid was the day she got pregnant.

By the time her pussy lips kissed his sheath and balls, she was arching her back visibly while her hands gripped his pillow just behind his head. It wasn't his most romantic idea on how to lose his virginity, but the fading sunlight seemed to frame his mothers face beautifully, giving her a radiant glow as she looked down at him while her hips rolled in slow, rhythmic movements that teased his flesh only two or three inches from her passage while bouncing her large rump off of his balls and thighs. Every inch of his rods flesh was coaxed and teased by the velvety soft passage of his mother's body, and it took him a few minutes to realize this was happening; this was not a dream or his hand on his dick in the bathtub!

Slowly he raised his hands up, sliding them over his mother's wide hips. He felt her tail flit over her ass, swinging wide from the left to right briefly as she raised her hips and pushed back down on to his lap. Her soft moans were barely audible, but the grip on his pillow was felt against the back of his head. A quiver roiled through her entire body and she held her breath for several long seconds before the convulsing of her passage stopped and she let out a heavy gasp. Her smile seemed brighter and her eyes sparkled with more love than ever as she leaned in again and kissed his lips with her own. The way her breasts smashed to his chest made him groan in to the muzzle locked kiss they shared. He moved his hands, dragging his fingers in to her butt cheeks until the fat cells dimpled noticeably and she let out a softer crooning moan.

Her hips began rising and falling faster and faster until his old bed began to creek. Her weight rolled perfectly over his, and his size was perfectly matched to her measured pace. She worked his flesh until he nearly slipped from her folds, only to plunge him back in to her core in smooth motions. Breaking the kiss, she tossed her head, putting her long curled hair over one shoulder and she stared in to his eyes with a smile. Her gaze was full of love and care for her son, but at this moment he was her lover, her desire. She slowed her pace again, sighing deeply as she concentrated once more on her muscles, a light giggling coming from her lips when she saw the look of pure concentration on her sons face. "Go ahead. Momma's here to help heal her baby, his needs are her needs." She whispered in his ear, kissing along the base as her breasts smothered his face.

He could smell the sweat on her fur, the slight booze scent along her breath, but most of all that sweet perfume he associated his mother with. The smell is what did it, more than the working of her soft inner muscles; he released his years of pent up blue balls, unloading his essence in to his own mother's fertile core. He heard her breath catch in his ear, as if she didn't think he'd seed her. But then she let out this pleasant, sigh of pleasure as her fire was doused with his thick, copious spunk pouring out of his shaft and in to her waiting belly. She relaxed on top of him, dropping her hips so that her ass was in the air, giving a glorious view of her stuffed coochie to her good friend in the doorway.

Yuki couldn't see Sarasyn, his vision full of his mother's large breasts and he was content to breath in her healthy scent. Even as they relaxed, Sarasyn slipped out from the door. She couldn't see her friend being rolled on to her back, or the boy mounting his mother's body in the missionary position. But she could hear the soft smack of lovers kissing and returning to a romp of healthy thrusting and moaning.

Kanichi sighed, feeling real love for once in her life. She never thought it would come from her son like this, but he seemed willing and eager to make love to her. His movements over her body were paced, unsure, and his face looked confused as if he had never done this before. Her hands moved to cup his cheeks, making his eyes meet hers and she smiled. "Honey... wa-was this... your first?" she asked, even as her thighs wrapped tightly around his hips and she crossed her ankles over his ass, just above his tail base.

He couldn't move his eyes from hers, but the blush in his ears spoke volumes before he even responded with a nod of his head. His hands cupped the sides of her breasts from each side, and squeezed them together which made her smile some, even as he kissed her breasts with loving little nips and licks before reaching her nipples. She felt his hips begin to roll and push, moving his flesh through her own with a rather embarrassing sound of sloppy seconds filling the air. She didn't mind the sound, but a blush did form on her ears when she felt his seed start slipping from her slick passage and drooling down the expanse of her lower vulva to her puckered hole. It felt... odd, disgusting at first, but then it was considerably dirty and ohh so sinfully good.

Her body was lit up from the pleasures of this incestuous relationship, ohh how it felt so divine. She was glad Sarasyn had talked her in to this, coaxed her to give herself over to her son just as her friend had gone to her grandson. Yuki's body seemed to meld to her own perfectly, as if her body made him just to be her lover. His shaft glided through her folds with ease, stretching her just a little bit to create friction and hit all of her pleasure points as he moved in and out of her sweltering folds. She rolled her plush body, chunky as she was, her hips thrown over his own and her arms thrown around his neck. Her moans deepened until she was screaming from the pleasure of his body grinding against her own figure, pushing her towards another peak.

She closed her eyes loosely, rolling her head back as she felt his teeth rake over her nipples followed by a trail of kisses up the curve of her tits and then along the hallow of her throat. Her mind reeled with pleasure; her husband had fucked her like a whore, used her to have a son and then left her to rot. But this, this was love. She felt it in every movement of his body, he was gentle and she sort of wanted him to go faster and harder, but at the same time this was his second time and he didn't know how to read a woman's body language - she would fix that.

His kisses finally reached her muzzle, and she fiercely kissed him, running her hands in to his hair and getting a firm grip just as she was pushed past that point. Her body locked up in a nearly curled up fetal position with her son stuck in between her belly and thighs. Her passage squeezed his cock flesh, gushing his first loud around his meat to drool down over her ass cheeks and the dense fur there. When her core relaxed and her muscles released their grip, she let her hands move from his hair, sliding down to his sides. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Faster, please." She huffed, panting for breath.

He blushed and nuzzled against the deep cleavage his hands created from squeezing her breasts together. "It... it makes me... uhmm... cum faster." He puffed lightly.

She smiled and kissed his muzzle and nose. "Baby, momma's TLC says you can cum in her as much as you want, any time you want. Just tell her you love her and want to make her feel like a goddess." She murred in a low, husky tone, "Or just pin me down and take me." She teased, kissing him again as she felt him given in to his baser urges. His bum rose and fell, making her crossed legs tense and relax as she let him ride her large ass in to his bed firmly. His new speed had her up to another height and crossing over the edge in moments, just in time for his second load to be poured in to her receptive sex. Her legs tightly pinched his hips, pushing her heels in to his tail root and ass cheeks hard while her arms pressed his back firmly down, crushing her own breasts with his chest.

She screamed in ecstasy, biting her lower lip as she road her strongest orgasm for the evening. When she felt her son's body relaxing, she sighed, smiling in the throws of passion, until she sneezed and blinked. Her son had a cold, a high fever... and she just fucked his brains out and was kissing him full on... they'd be sick together, but by no means miserable. Both of them fell asleep in each others arms, his head on her breasts, her legs wrapped around his hips, and his dick twitching in her pussy mound with sperm oozing out and along her rump cheeks.

~~ The End...

~ Allester E. Darkflame