Motherly Love
#1 of Motherly Love
Motherly Love * * *
Ah, my very first major story. This'll be fun. Take note that this is intended for mature audiences with open minds, it contains incest and age-play between a young canine and his lonely mother. This may be my first major project, but it doesn't mean I have no experience at story writing. Be forewarned, I have a habit of putting capitals where they don't belong. Have a box of tissues ready and I hope you enjoy reading! This first chapter contains no sex between young Tippy and Mother. Lite/Mongoose (Not like anyone reads this part anyway. >>) (Just a quick edit here to update on those lovely readers out there. Due to circumstances I cannot control, My computer has been moved to an area more public. This means, I cannot work on the next chapters without anyone in the house, which is nearly impossible. Secondly, in response to one of the comments, I refused to fully describe my charecters to allow the reader's imagination to roam. If you enjoy thinking that Chrissy is just another one of those bulky mothers with the big hips who enjoy spoiling their son, go ahead. If you want Tippy to look like a 16 year old teenager than I don't care. It's really all up to you. Also, the entire story is a bit rushed, because I was completely nervous throughout writing this damn thing. Trust me, I like my imagination, I don't always enjoy telling people what's in my head... Oh and before I forget, you all will likely be dissappointed in the next chapter, the loss of privacy, large amounts of soda, and late night typing has drastically reduced the quality.) * * * Little Tippy stood with paws pressed against his living room window, staring at the heavy rain outside. His eyes were glazed over with a worried pain in his heart. Where was his father? It had been nearly two weeks when he last heard his father slam the door of his car and drive off, yelling obscenities at his mother. Why hadn't he come back yet? He always came back, with gifts, toys, and strong arms that made him feel secure and loved. He heard his mother behind him, working quietly in the kitchen. He spoke softly, just loud enough for his mother to hear him, he sounded on the verge of tears. "Mommy? When is Daddy coming home?" His mother, Chrissy, twitched her ears some and sighed deeply. She placed her knife down on the cutting board, next to an uncut carrot and turned towards her son. She walked to him, her footpaws barely making a sound on the newly tiled floor. She kneeled down next to him, wrapping her arms around her son, a forever reminder of the love she had for her husband. "He's not coming back, Tip..." Tippy turned his head away from his mother, staring deeply into his rain. He was a smart kid and knew what death was. But he couldn't belive, did his father die? No, he wouldn't belive that. So why wasn't his father coming back? He wrapped his arms around his mother, turning to face her. "Why?" He asked and was surprised by his mother's sudden reaction. She burst into tears and clutched her son against her body, squeezing him almost a bit painfully. He whimpered softly, worried that he had made her cry. "Daddy dosen't love Mommy anymore..." Was her reply, this causing Tippy to cry. Why did this happen? Was it his fault? He wondered, screaming for his father, praying to the higher powers to bring him home. Sadly, no matter how much we prayed, or wished, or screamed, his father never came back. * * * Three years later, Tippy had matured quickly. He was responsible, handsome, and smart. He even looked a lot older than he really was. He didn't participate in any sports and rathered spend his time with his nose in a book, playing games over the computer, or just killing time laying around and thinking, day-dreaming. That didn't mean he wasn't active though, he was a great swimmer and often went to the river with his mom. He was becoming quite interested in fishing and was hoping he could join a club once he got into intermediate school. He had a mixed group of friends, since he was contstantly teeter-tottering on the Geek and beach boy lines. He had gotten over his father, ever since his leaving, he had gotten very close to his mother. His mother was very fond of her son, proud too. She tried so hard to get over her husband, tried dating other guys, got rid of every memory of him. Every gift, every flower, every letter, every picture, except for one. The one picture that Tippy would often look at. It was the three of them, snuggled together during a family picnic. Tippy was 4 years old in that picture. They looked so happy. She would look at it too, get lost in her memories. It often made her think of what their future would have been. There was also another memory that she could never get rid of. Her son. He reminded her of his father more and more each day. His quiet, optimistic attitude. His gentle, caring touch. His handsome and strong features. His smart and curious head. She could see success shining in his eyes. She would often dream of his future. She would visit him in his office and he would make time himself just to be with her. They would conversate, about life, about his business, about his plans for the future. Then, he would invite her behind his desk, and unzip his pants. She would kneel down in front of him and breath hotly over his sheath. He would moan and lean his head back against his chair, sheath stiffening for his mother. She would lean down, nuzzle against his large balls, full of life making cum. She'd open her mouth, lick along the underside of his sack, make him moan with delight. She'd grope and carress the outside of his sheath, tease him into a full arousal. She'd compliment the size of his member each and every time, trailing her fingers along his shaft. Her tounge would send shivers up his spine, especially when she licked over the tip of his tapered cock. No part of his shaft was safe against her lapping tounge and he would watch her dive her fingers into her skirt. He'd smile, lean his head back and enjoy the forbidden pleasures of incest. She'd open her mouth, dive her head down his shaft, taking it in inch by inch, teasing his young body... "Ohhhhhh, Gawd!" She moaned into the bedsheet, pressing her dildo deep into her body, popping the knot in. She had bought the canine imitation shortly after her husband had left her. She would use it night after night, it was her favorite toy. It was better than the viabrating dildo, it felt so much more realisitic. Before it was her husband's name she'd moan, never her son's. She could hardly belive she was having fantasies about her son. She groaned loudly, throwing her head back against the pillows. She clenched her eyes shut, returning to her fantasy. "Good girl." Her son would compliment her, reaching down and petting behind her ears. She'd close her eyes while sucking on his thick, fully grown shaft. She'd bob her head up and down his sensitive meat, making him moan out loudly and lean his head back against his chair, make his tounge loll out of his mouth, make him pant. She'd finger her clit, her panties soaking wet, her juices running down her legs, staining the blue carpet underneath them. At this point, he would push her face down his shaft, forcing her to take it all in. His knot would swell and she'd have to lift her mouth up to avoid being uncomfortably stuck to her son's crotch. She moaned loudly, pressing her finger to her clit, rubbing it furiously, bouncing her body up and down the canine dildo. Her bed squeaked and screeched loudly, just as if her husband was still there, pumping his shaft deep into her sexy body. No, better yet, her son. Her large, d-cup breasts bounced heavily along with her body, slapping against her skin. She could feel her orgasm begin to build, getting so close to release. He would growl loudly, slamming his hips up into the warmth of her mouth. He'd spray large amounts of his watery precum into her mouth and of course she would swallow every drop, dipping her fingers into her hot pussy. Her pussy would suck and slurp at her fingers, pulling them in deeper, soaking her paw with her paw in her own juices. He'd suddenly snarl loudly and howl, forcing her mouth down his cock. He'd spray his water cum down her throat and she'd have to quickly pull her head off his cock, to avoid his knot and to have him cum all over her face. His orgasm would trigger his and her juices would burst forth from her sex and spill across the floor. They would look at each, her son completely clean, his mother's face covered with his seed, his cum dripping down her chin, carpet stained underneath her. "Oh, oh, Oh, Oh Gawd, Tippy!" She screamed loudly, unaware of how loud she was masterbating. Nasty sounds of skin slapping plastic, juices fighting to stay stuck to both her pussy and the dildo, the squeaking of the bed, her yelling her son's name. It all floated through the wall to her son's room, waking him with a start. It worried him greatly. What was happening to his mother? He scrambled out of bed and hurried to the door. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" She screeched, popping the knot of the dildo into her body. Her powerfully smelling feminine juices gushing out from around the dildo. She arched her back, snarling, gritting her teeth, while her orgasm rocked her body, her muscles tensing around the dildo, sucking it deeper in. Slowly, her body relaxed and she dropped back into the cushiony bed, panting and gasping for air. Her sheets were stained heavily, dildo still firmly knotted within her. She closed her eyes slowly, murring contently in the afterglow... "Mom?!"