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Naomi knew she had a strange relationship with Desmond, but it was at least less unusual than what she had with her own children. That she could be considered to be preying on Desmond's painfully obvious mommy issues was enough to raise some eyebrows. Nobody believed that she had never gotten down his skinny jeans - not even Naomi herself could believe it sometimes.

She glanced out the window and had a chipper thought despite the rain. She liked the rain, it was a good thing, but maybe her mood was influenced by something else. Cookies in the oven, cookies cooling on the counter, cookie dough in the bowl ready to bake. Cookies could make any day fun. Voracious sexuality aside, Naomi enjoyed being a mom and doing motherly things and that was why she wrapped her arms around Desmond and kissed him on the cheek without provocation.

"Hey there," he smiled. "You think these are cool yet?"

"These should be," Naomi hummed, scooping them off onto a ceramic platter. "It comes as a surprise to me, a good-looking young man like you voluntarily hanging out with a woman twice his age," she chuckled.

Desmond came out of the fridge empty-handed with a frown but Naomi's raccoon smile proved infectious, perhaps because he was partially a raccoon. "You say that like I have an agenda."

The more she looked at Desmond and took in his prissy mannerisms, the more Naomi thought that Desmond was probably one of the girls. He dressed his little twink self up in skinny jeans and too-tight wife beaters all the time. He had long blonde hair just like hers, but he liked to wear it in a sassy braid.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Desmond sheepishly asked. "It's like being checked out by my mom."

Naomi fluttered her eyelashes at the notion. Incestuous remarks went past her in a way one could consider jaded, but Desmond equating her to his own mother was too cute. "I'm not checking you out," she coolly lied, "I'm just thinking... I never did have a gay son."

A little bristle from Desmond came and under a coy, almost sneering grin. "What makes you think I'm gay?"

"Where do I begin?" Naomi smiled. Her paws found his silky hair first. "This, for starters," she said evenly. Down his chest went her paws and she said, "And you dress better than most women do." Desmond blushed and glanced away. Naomi laughed sweetly and planted a playful kiss on his cheek. "I'd apologize for outing you, but I don't think you were ever in."

"Yeah, yeah," Desmond huffed. He went back into the fridge, but came out empty-handed again. "I think you're out of milk."

"Oh, I'm never out of milk," Naomi slyly chuckled. She saw a hint of mischief on Desmond's face but he didn't pick up the ball. That in itself was just as well: Naomi saw a fine opportunity to tease the sweet young man she had in her life.

"Hmm, Desmond," the wonderfully-curved raccoon cooed, "I actually do have some milk somewhere around here."

Just then, Desmond was perusing the cookies with his back to Naomi. He glanced back at her briefly and didn't realize she had undone a few buttons on her shirt. "Sweet, where's it at? I'd even drink that powdered stuff if you have any, I can't eat cookies without milk."

Herself a school teacher, Naomi had seen her share of slow and dumb boys. It was a shame to lump Desmond in there. She always thought he was a sly thing, but if he needed bold lettering shoved in his face, she could do that too. "Get your paws out of those cookies," she said sternly. Desmond obeyed and turned around red-faced, and it was then that he saw her undo the last of her buttons. The plain white bra underneath went next, and there were Naomi's full, round tits offered with a smile.

"Buh," Desmond blurted.

The way he was staring could have been shock - but just maybe he was interested in what he saw. Naomi beckoned him closer and he padded forward. That was promising. "Here," she winked as she lifted a heavy tit. Desmond took it himself and held it softly, reverently. He started to lean down but he paused and looked to her for approval. Naomi gave it with a smile and a pet on the back of his head, and so Desmond started to suck. Her pink nipple stiffened as he worked it with his sticky lips. The raccoon pressed back on the counter and huffed at the sensation. Her tits were always hopelessly swollen with rich breastmilk. Desmond soon felt her cream on his tongue.

As the milk entered Desmond's mouth, he visibly relaxed and a soft coo escaped him. This in turn left Naomi smiling wider and she wrapped her arms around him. "That's good, drink up," she warmly sighed. "The cookies can wait."

Time went by slowly. Desmond's suckles were quiet over the patter of the rain. Naomi stroked slowly down his back and then down the brush of his tail when she felt like doing so. Her own dense tail swished in an all-too-mischievous way - it was impossible for even the most naive mind to resist lewd thoughts at that point.

"Keep it balanced, sweetheart, switch to the other one," Naomi chuckled. As Desmond tiredly did just that, Naomi reached for his crotch where she felt a distinct lump. He pulled back from her leaky tit and gasped. Watery milk ran down his chin. Naomi shushed him sweetly and coaxed him back into his nursing, and he took to it even as she undid his fly and pushed down his pants.

It was difficult but not impossible to glance down and see Desmond's penis. Naomi smirked very tightly at the sight of it: Desmond was anything but hung. In fact, she thought it was downright small, but it was cute on him and it throbbed eagerly. Reaching down for it would have been simple but Naomi couldn't resist being a truly kinky tease. She kicked off a sandle and bent that leg over the other knee as one would when sitting. Her toes then brushed the underside of Desmond's swollen penis and the foxcoon shuddered against her.

Desmond didn't seem to realize what exactly was teasing him. At no point was this more obvious than when he pulled off of Naomi's fat breast to coo, "Your paws are so soft. That tickles."

The smile on Naomi's face was no bigger but the gleam in her eyes was imperceptibly more wicked as she stroked her indeed soft paws up Desmond's back until she could and did cup his snout in them. The tickling, rubbing sensation never abated. "I'm so glad that you think so," she winked. "But I had no idea that your back was ticklish."

Desmond smiled sheepishly and glanced bleary-eyed down at his groin. "That's a new one to me," he chuckled.

Naomi chuckled back and kissed Desmond on his lips shallowly. "Baking cookies on a rainy day, giving breastmilk and a footjob to a boy that's basically imprinting on me as his mother, that's definitely a normal day for me," she sighed.

"You think I'm imprinting on you?" Desmond asked carefully.

"Oh, sweetie," Naomi smiled, brushing Desmond's locks out of his eyes, "it's the most obvious thing I've ever seen. Don't worry, it happens a lot."

Though the allure of their play wasn't lost on Naomi, she eased her arm around Desmond and stepped over with him to the opposite counter where the cookies lie. He stepped out of his shed pants along the way, and so did Naomi kick off her other sandal. "Seems like these are cool enough to eat now," she thoughtfully hummed as she held one near Desmond's lips. As he ate it, she kissed his temple and stroked down his back in a slow repetition. "It's been suggested to me," she smiled, "that I prey on young men with mommy issues."

Desmond laughed lamely. He was being cutely avoidant when he told Naomi, "I see."

Down went Naomi's dexterous paws again, not to Desmond's groin where his small erection waited, but to her own groin. She undid her capri pants and eased them down over her wide hips and fat ass. "Do you feel like I'm preying on you, Desmond?" she seductively growled into his cheek.

"Mmh, maybe," Desmond shuddered. He glanced down. Naomi's thick blonde bush enticed him and so did the dramatic curve of her ass, always apparent to him but more so now than ever. "Christ..."

The raccoon's ears perked. Her smile widened and her tail swished. "What's wrong, sweetie? Talk to mommy," she winked.

"Very cute," Desmond huffed.

"Yes you are," she smirked. That teasing was over and the moment was broken. She spun on her heel and pressed up to the counter, leaning over the cookies and slipping her shirt off onto the floor. Munching on a cookie and humming in thought, she swayed her tail high above her round ass which was perked especially well for the way she stood on her tip-toes. "These are just perfect. Still warm and soft, and perfectly round. They almost never look this good," she gushed, ostensibly for the cookies.

What could Naomi call Desmond but the perfect son when he too shed his top and dropped to his knees at her back. His soft paws fell upon her ass cheeks and fondled their curves, soon parting them and baring both her tight pucker and the damp slit of her cunt. He licked up the latter with a groan in his throat but his tongue slathered the former in a special way. Naomi couldn't help but grin and her tail swayed high above her plus-sized ass.

"Mmh, god," she huffed. "Aren't you a forward little boy."

Desmond chuckled shyly but he couldn't stop himself now that he had what he'd been craving. Everything about Naomi's round ass and her gentle scent sent shivers up his spine. His small cock drizzled pre onto the floor until Naomi lifted a foot and braced its sole against his penis. She snared it between her toes and stroked its slick length slowly yet firmly. "Totally aside, but these cookies really are wonderful," Naomi chuckled as she gnawed on her second one. "You're a skilled little baker. Just another reason I thought you liked the boys."

The foxcoon slobbered up and out of Naomi's ass crack with a panted moan. "I usually do," he admitted. But as he nuzzled into her ass cheeks, he crooned, "You just have such a nice ass..."

Wearing a grin, Naomi planted her foot on the floor and bucked her ass back. Desmond's snout disappeared into her deep ass crack and he hugged around her thighs for support. "That's so nice of you to say, sweetie." As she settled back against the counter and Desmond regained his balance and lavished his tongue across her cunt, Naomi said slyly, "You should put that cute little dick to good use, don't you think?"

Some shy little laugh followed Naomi's remark. "I don't think much of anything - you're the school teacher."

"I am indeed," Naomi chuckled, "and I always did love the ass-kissing boys who baked me sweets..."

It took some doing to pry himself away from the raccoon's generous ass, but Desmond stood up and pushed his modest package against it. He shuddered to see and feel his meat disappear between her ass cheeks. "I feel like I could get off just rubbing it on you," he huffed.

Naomi smirked at the notion. "At least try to get it inside me first. Go for the ass, I know it's what you're after."

Desmond's lips split for a toothy grin and he intently pressed his small, blunt cock against Naomi's slobbered asshole. "You know you're never gonna get me out of your hair after this, right?"

Slowly Desmond entered Naomi and she slid her tongue across her lips. "That's part of the idea, sweetie," she sighed.

"Fuck, so tight in here," Desmond hissed through his grinning teeth. It took him only a few seconds to bottom out. As he did, he wrapped his arms around Naomi and nuzzled into her hair, laying his chin on her shoulder a moment later. "I know what the answer's gonna be, but why didn't you tell me you'd like to fool around?"

"If you know the answer, why ask?" Naomi smirked. Just to get the ball rolling, she nudged her ass back. Desmond huffed and started to give her his cock with quick bucks.

"Guess I just like the sound of your voice," Desmond admitted. "And pretty much everything else about you."

Even if she heard it a thousand times a day, Naomi never tired of hearing praise. Desmond's especially was adorable for how shy he was. "How sweet of you," she cooed. "And since you're already getting laid, that probably means it's actually true."

The twink boy's paws slid up Naomi's belly until they cupped her tits. They were spilled out on the counter and very near the plate of cookies. "God, you're gonna get me off so fast," he groaned with a lame laugh. "I promise I usually take longer..."

"It's okay, sweetie," Naomi cooed. Just then she offered her half-eaten cookie to Desmond over her shoulder. She smiled when he bit into it. "You just work those mommy issues right out of your system," she grinned.

"Cut it out," he groaned. "As if this isn't weird enough as it is."

The brush of Naomi's tail coiled around Desmond's back and swayed. Desmond's own lush tail found it, and together they formed a short-lived helix. "A lonely little boy hanging out with a woman twice his age isn't weird and neither is him screwing her in the butt, but joking about your obvious mother issues is the line?" Naomi asked with a smirk.

"Maybe it is," Desmond huffed. He nuzzled under Naomi's hair, just as blonde and silky as his own. In fact, he and Naomi often shampooed and brushed each other's locks. "You're so damn beautiful... And tight."

"Silver-tongued like a poet of old," Naomi teased.

Harder bucking from Desmond did nothing to surprise Naomi, rather making her groan and buck her thick ass back. What did surprise the finely-aged raccoon was the way Desmond turned her head and snared her in a kiss. It was less than romantic for the crumbs on their lips but Naomi was nothing if not eager to suckle Desmond's tongue. She stroked along the side of his head sweetly and a noise like a purr welled in her chest.

The kiss went on steadily even as Desmond became less than stable. It was obvious to Naomi that her prettyboy wouldn't hold out too much longer. She didn't expect much else. Least of all did she expect to get off, but it was more about Desmond anyway.

Both of Desmond's paws slipped around Naomi to wiggle between her thick tits and the countertop. Their weight was perfect in his paws though the mounds themselves spilled around his splayed fingers, too big for the common handbra. Desmond thought Naomi's ass was just right for him however, and she was certainly milking his small endowment, but the praising thoughts were far from mutual.

Coming out of the kiss with a groan, Desmond rested his chin on Naomi's shoulder and he squeezed her tight around the middle. Naomi chose then to brace her paws on the countertop and with that leverage, she pressed her ass back and straightened out her posture, forcing Desmond along with her. "You seem like you're so close," crooned Naomi. "Keep it up, you sweet little thing..."

"Ah, god," Desmond bleated. "You sound like such a... A mom like that."

Naomi could only smile wanly. "Funny how that works out. Even funnier is that you grind in a little harder when I talk to you like you're my little boy," she cooed, "so maybe you should come out and admit that you wanted to stick it in your mom."

"I'm not admitting shit," Desmond grunted into Naomi's ear. The bashful, curt tone told Naomi everything she needed to know, but that unintended admission was secondary to the climax at hand. Desmond was humping into Naomi with apparently everything he had. His balls swung and swatted softly against the raccoon's damp snatch and his tail lashed wildly. His noises were inarticulate and dumb but Naomi loved the heat behind them.

"Come o-o-on, cum for me," Naomi effused. "I know you've been wanting this since the day you met me."

"I bet," Desmond hissed. That was the last thing he said before his climax, not counting his animalistic grunts and groans. He pounded into her ass just a few more times and then he bottomed out completely. Holding fast to Naomi, Desmond groaned in exertion as he shot his wad. It was a relatively large mess, but that wasn't saying much.

When she felt Desmond press nearly slack against her, Naomi too fell forward She came to rest on her forearms, but soon only one as she reached for a cookie and took a bite from it. "Cookies and kitchen sex," she sighed ruefully. She offered the rest of the treat to Desmond. He ate it out of her fingers. "Now that I know what team you play for, I'm a lot more open to the idea of adopting you."

"Cut it out," Desmond huffed.

Naomi decided just then to let Desmond be. She reached back and petted down his slim back to his round ass. "I think your visits will be a lot more interesting from now on..."