Mother Dearest
It was a cold October evening. The sun was sitting low, setting the sky ablaze with a fiery mixture of red and orange, painting dark shadows across the city landscape.
Furvy was out among those shadows, warming himself in the alleyway behind his club, "Critterz" with the special help of one of his usual patrons. He stood there, hand planted firmly against the brick wall, the other on the back of a young wolf's head, guiding her rhythmic bobbing along his crotch.
"Mmmph," The feline tosses his head back with a pleasured growl, digging his fingers deeper into her hair. "Ah, be a good girl. Make me cum."
She only moaned her response and in turn, bobbed faster, twisting her head this way and that, tongue flailing wildly across his flesh. He could only take so much and within moments, he tugged his shaft free from her lips and stroked himself until his seed burst from the tip of his cock and he left her face streaked with ribbons of hot cum. She swallowed what she could, cleaning her lips with her tongue.
"Good girl." He praised her with a pat to the back of the head and she smiled bright at him, pride swelling in her chest from his words. He knelt down next to her, gave her a hug and a careful kiss. He then shooed her back inside with a smile and a soft swat to her rear.
He made sure to tuck his cock away, before turning and returning to the worn down streets of the city, counting the cracks in the sidewalk as he walked. Despite all the wonderful friends he made after opening his club. He still felt lonely. Incomplete. There was a woman missing in his life, a woman who's body plagued his every thought. Her thick, ivory fur, emerald eyes that sparkled like the sea, beautiful and endless. Her ample form was just right, body just meaty enough to grab and hold. But as much as he wanted her, he could never have her. Their love - it was just forbidden. Taboo. He sighed, head sinking low. Thinking about her made his cock hard and his head hurt. He missed just being around her.
He wandered the city streets aimlessly. Attempting to find something to clear his conflicted mind. All his favorite shops and restaurants suddenly seemed dull and uninviting. He wanted something comforting, something different. He just wanted to relax. He felt exhausted and unhappy. He wanted her. But no matter how much he thought about it, there would be no way that she'd ever consider loving the way he wished her to.
He made his way to the park. Somewhere he knew he could rest for a while.
The sun had set long ago when he arrived. Just stepping off the noisy city streets made him feel so much better. The air was clean here and the park dimly lit. A smile crept across his face and soon, he found himself at the playground.
He sat down on a bench facing the swings. He remembered coming here with her. They'd play for a while, taking turns pushing each other, until she got tired and would sit here while he'd entertain himself, maybe causing a mess in the sandbox. He'd look to her and she'd smile and wave and he'd be eager to wave back. As they grew older they'd come less and less, until they just stopped all together. He missed those days.
He leaned back in the bench, looking up towards the night sky. His closed his eyes and suddenly, his thoughts took a dirty, perverted turn. He imagined her inviting him here. On a picnic - away from all the other children. They'd sit for a while, share a sandwich. She'd lean in, kiss him on his lips, stick her tongue in his mouth. As surprised as he'd be, he'd enjoy it, stick his tongue back in her mouth too.
Oh, it made him hard again.
Then, she'd lean down and pull down his pants. He'd giggle, but then she'd stick her head down in his lap and begin making him feel weird. What was she doing? Why was she sucking on his - his cock? It'd feel so strange and he'd try to push her away, but she'd keep going and it would only feel stranger and stranger. But good too. It'd feel good and soon he'd be bucking his little hips into her mouth.
Ah. He reached down and unzipped his pants, hardness springing free and into the night air. He wrapped his fingers tight around his flesh, pumping it quickly.
"Ah. Ah."
Then, it would make him feel better and better. But she'd pull away and he'd whine. She'd take off her dress and expose herself to him. He'd be a little scared. Why were they playing this game? Why was he feeling these feelings. But she'd grab his hand and bring it to her cunny and make him rub it. It'd feel weird. Hot. Soft. And strangely, it made him want to do other things. He wanted to put his cock inside of her. He'd ask and she'd nod and spread herself with her fingers, showing off her pretty pink insides. He'd lean forward, bring his little cock to her cunny and -
"Furvy!"
His eyes shot open, her voice was far too vivid to be part of his dream. His ears fell flat against his and his cheeks flushed crimson, here he was, caught with his pants wide open, hardened shaft grasped firmly between his fingers, all worsened by the heavy bead of precum seeping from the tip of his shaft and cascading down his pink flesh.
She stood before him, hands on her hips, dressed in a warm lavender that complimented every part of her form, seemingly melding into her fur. There she was, the woman of his every fantasy -
His very own mother.
"Is this what you do when you're not at home?! Sit around and touch yourself in public places? Oh god, Furvy, what is wrong with you?"
Her scolding scarred him, left him feeling breathless as he fought for words to defend himself. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, wanting to slink away and crawl into the sewers where he'd never have to show his face again. But somewhere, part of him enjoyed it. There was a sort of burning in his chest. He wanted to grab her, pin her face against his cock and say, "Look mother. Look at what you to do me. I'm hard Mother - and I want you to suck my cock until you taste my cum." And before he knew it, he was on his feet with his mother squirming in his arms and the sweet taste of her lips and tongue in his mouth.
She fought him every step of the way, squirming in his arms, shoving at his chest and pulling away from his lips. But with every step back he stepped forward, eventually forcing her body back and onto the bench, pinning her underneath his heated body.
"Furvy! For christsakes, I'm your mother!" She nearly screamed, pleading with him, beating at his chest.
But his mind wasn't there, entranced by her beautiful body and sweet aroma, further fueling his every fantasy. He brought his hands down to her frock and tugged it open, buttons popping from their seams, destroying her favorite clothing.
Her cheeks filled with color, her chest suddenly exposed to the hungry eyes of her son. Her heartbeat quickened and she found herself burning with the very desire that had captured her son. Soft moans escaped her lips as he brought his head and hands down to her full chest, squeezing and caressing the large, soft orbs, nursing hungrily on one, determined to once again taste the sweet flavor of her rich milk.
She gasped, arching her back up and against him. She could feel the burning heat of his hardened flesh between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him in and against her needy body. She ground viciously against him, quietly damning the thin fabric of her underwear that kept him from entering her. She needed his engorged flesh, despite how morally wrong it would be.
"Oh Furvy! Fuck your mother!" She cried to him and he obeyed without hesitation. She growled when he pulled away and they fought to remove her panties. He grabbed at the waistband, near tearing them off, tugging them down her thighs and legs, leaving them dangling around one ankle. She sighed, the cool air soothing to her burning hot cunt.
And no sooner as she was exposed die he plow himself inside of her, grabbing at her hips and tugging her back to meet him. She gasped. Her body filled, spread to the point where it was almost painful. She could feel his heat inside of her, burning her depths. She grasped at his shoulders, clutched him against her in the way that lovers do and moaned his very name into his ear. And he responded by simply pulling his shaft free from her depths, all but the very tip escaping her body, and driving every throbbing inch right back in. He tossed his back, jaw dropping open, heated moan escaping from within.
He took her as his, mating his own mother with all the passion and desire he had built up within those long, lonely years. Thrusting powerfully and wildly into her tender flesh, her gasps and moans and cries, fueling his beastly thrusts. She dug her claws into his skin and pulled him tighter against her, calling his name, calling out for her son, pleading and begging for every inch, every droplet of his fertile seed. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her every nerve, mind swimming, so lost within the intense pleasure that she would even forget to breathe, her chest burning for air, choking. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he body willingly opened up to her son, walls milking him as desperately as her lungs were to pull in air.
With a final toss of his head and a instinct driven howl, he flooded her depths with every drop of his cum. Spilling his seed down into her womb, the very womb that he had been born from - and impregnated her. No longer would they be just mother and son. But now, husband, wife. The mother of he and the mother of his child.
Together. Forever.