MILFtails
I woke to the smell of bacon grease. The delicious aroma filled my nose and roused me awake. For a moment, I laid there, contemplating rolling over and sleeping in. I remembered though, what day it was and how very important it was, not only to me, but my mother. My lips curled into a grin, just thinking about it. Mother's day. What do to for my mother on this very special day? Thoughts flew throughout my mind, all of them, inappropriate. I glanced over to the empty space on the bed next to me and silently cursed for not having woken before my partner.
Climbing out of bed, I noticed my body within the mirror. I couldn't help but admire myself. For a vulpix, I was handsome, the perfect mixture of strength and beauty. My body was lean, but every muscle was perfectly toned. My fur coat, although a bit sloppy, was as bright red as the hottest embers of a raging fire. I smiled, full of pride. I took good care of myself, my mother made sure of that.
Without bothering to change, I made my way downstairs in nothing but my boxers. Still tented with my morning wood. I had to readjust every so often, my hard on would pop free from the fly of my loose boxers. It was a dangerous idea to keep that thing in the open, lest someone see and I'd end up beneath a pile of fans I had never wanted.
I peek around the corner and into the kitchen and I couldn't help but grin. There she was, the love of my life - My mother. She was the mother that all the rest were jealous of. Her body was strong, voluptuous. She had a thin frame, accented by her large breasts. In fact, the only thing motherly about her body was her wide hips and large thighs, yet her ass seemed to curve so perfectly that it was barely noticeable.
She was still wearing her nightgown, though I could have sworn I had took that off of her. She had a wonderful choice in sleepwear, silk and entirely see through. Sometimes, I forget that it's even there, but from my vantage point, it may have been better for her to wear nothing at all. Her nine, majestic tails kept anything she wore hiked up above her waist and as usual, she wore no underwear. I could see the pinkness of her labia, hidden well underneath her golden fur.
Boldly, I walked behind her and hooked my arms around her waist, pressed against her back. She giggled, leaning to turn off the stove, pressing her ass back against my tented boxers, my cock perfectly wedging between the cheeks of her ass.
"Good morning." It was hard to speak, I wanted to tear off my underwear and fuck her right there.
"Mmm, you're up early, son." Her voice was deep and seductive, daring me to indulge in her body.
"I smelt breakfast."
"Yes, I know." She grated her ass against my shaft and had to bite my lip to suppress a moan.
"It's Mother's Day today, son."
"Happy Mother's Day. Shouldn't I be the one making breakfast for you?"
She giggled quietly and turned around in my arms, leaning her ass against the stove. "I think you already have."
My cock throbbed. I knew exactly what she had in mind. I pressed my lips against hers and she eagerly pressed back into my kiss. We locked lips for a moment and she slid her fingers down my stomach and to my crotch, curled his soft digits around my member, stroking my flesh through the fabric of my boxers. It felt good, but it was teasing touch. I couldn't feel the warmth of her hand, the silkiness of her fur and I was already quite agitated. She pouted when I broke the kiss without giving her any tongue, but my body needed attention and relief.
I sat down in a dining chair and spread my legs, inviting her towards my crotch. She kneeled between my legs and tugged my shaft out through the fly in my boxers. It throbbed painfully as she teased it with the tips of her fingers, tracing across the smooth, sensitive surface. She gave me a seductive stare as she ran her tongue from the base of my shaft to very tip, kissing it when she got there. As she pulled away, a long trail of sticky precum connected her lips to my shaft and made me shiver at the sight. That was a picture for the photo album.
She curled her tongue around the tip of my shaft, giving it a tug before taking the tip into her mouth. She sucked softly, savoring the sweet taste of my precum. I knew she loved it, she would nurse on my cock for hours if she could, just sucking out the pre. I let her enjoy the moment and I couldn't help but admire the look on her face as she drained my cock of pre - her eyes were closed, lips tightly sealed around my cock. I knew she was loving it, trying to siphon out as much as she possibly could.
But I pushed her head down, reminding her of exactly what she nursing on. She continued down, taking in every thick inch slowly and without much effort, stopping only when her nose was buried within the musky fur of my crotch and every inch of my shaft was stuffed inside of her muzzle. I tilted my head back and gave a moan, letting the pleasure seep throughout my nerves and form.
She opened her eyes when she began to bob, bouncing her head upon my cock, forcing me to relax my muscles - I knew if I started thrusting, I would lose control. As much as thought pleased me, it was her day. Fucking her face would have to come later. I could do nothing but shiver and moan, watching my cock disappear constantly between her soft lips. She started slow, gradually increasing her pace with each bob down my shaft.
Sometimes, she'd pull off - sucking hard on my cock and pulling back until it popped free from between her lips. She'd wrap her fingers and stroke me quickly, while rolling her tongue rapidly across my cocktip. She'd grin, watching me squirm and moan from her skilled touches. Her tongue would send sparks through my nerves and keep me on the very edge. Precum would spill from the tip of my cock, coat her tongue and at times, her nose. She'd swallow loudly, then dive her head down to kiss and suck at the base of my cock, work her way down to my balls.
She'd nip between them before sucking my heavy orbs into her mouth. She'd slow her pawing to give me time to catch my breath. Her lips and tongue felt wonderful against my balls, and kept my mind spinning with pleasure to even realize that she was only doing this to prolong my orgasm. When my breathing would slow and my moaning would grow quiet, she'd dive her head down my cock and start all over again.
I don't know how long I sat there with her nursing on my cock, but it felt like hours. At times, it felt as though my mother would milk enough precum out of my cock to fill her cereal bowl. When I had finally realized how long she had hypnotized me with her blowjob, I grabbed the back of her head to keep her from pulling off my cock, forcing her to bob. She didn't fight it, instead, quickened her pace. Pleasure built rapidly through my nerves and I could feel my muscle tighten as my body resisted my own orgasm. When I had finally had enough, I opened my mouth wide and groaned, releasing a flood of thick juice into my own my mother's mouth.
She swallowed explicitly loud, drinking down every drop of my prolonged load. I held her there as my body instinctively relaxed, releasing all the built up tension into her mouth.
She pulled off with a pop and grinned up at me. "That was delicious son."
"Yeah, but now I'm hungry, Mom." I needed time to recover. My orgasm had made my entire body weak and vulnerable.
"Well, do I have a treat for you." She climbed onto the kitchen table, spread her legs for me. Her pussy glistened with her sweet honey, having near left a puddle on the kitchen floor. I grinned, I had other plans.
I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me, and pressed my body against hers. I kissed her lips again, this time, sinking my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her shiver against me, she loved it when I kissed her like this. Not like a son, but like a lover. She shoved her tongue trying to wrestle my muscle back into my muzzle where it belong, but I fought it back and eventually she gave up, curling her muscle around mine in a sort of embrace.
I laid her out over the table, pinning her down with my body weight. I lifted my hands to her chest, cupping her large breasts. So soft, my fingers seemed to just sink into her skin. She gasped, as I worked them, kneading, caressing, teasing her nipples with the very tips of my fingers. I could feel her shiver underneath me, her songlike whispers and moans, coaxing me further. I lowered my head, pressed my lips to the to a nipple, kissed the tender skin through her silk nightgown. Another shiver - she grabbed my head and pulled me down, she could take no more teasing. I took her breast into my mouth, rolled my tongue around the nipple and nursed upon her breast as if I was a starving child. Her entire body trembled underneath mine furiously underneath mine and she squirmed, her mind losing control as pleasure flooded through her mind.
She whined and whimpered, when I tugged free from her breast, only to move onto the next one. Again, she trembled. I could have stayed there, working on her breasts forever. I loved the feel, the taste, the smell. I loved the way she squirmed, and I loved the sound of her pleasured cries. But my body - my flesh, it was so eager, longed to be inside her, to fill her again and again with my life giving cream. I had wanted to indulge in every inch of my mother's luscious body, but the pain, the tension - It was all to great. My body ached, no longer able to resist the intense desire building throughout my form. I pulled away from her bosom and teased the tip of my shaft around the velvet entrance of my mother's entrance.
She pulled me in with her legs, forcing my flesh inside of her tunnel. Sparks flew throughout my nerves. The intense feeling of heat, the soft caress of her walls, the immeasurable tightness. It drove me to heaven - each and every time. She rocked her body against mine, urging me to thrust. I was compliant. Rocking my hardness into her form, my mind swimming from the incredible high of her body. I thrusted slowly, but strongly, savoring every burst of pleasure that pumped throughout my nerves.
My mother, she was so beautiful. I lowered my gaze to meet hers and she smiled sweetly at me between her moans. I reached down, stroked her cheek, combing my fingers through the delicate fur. Her eyes, a radiant green, like two brilliant emeralds, shining brightly with a forbidden love for her only son. I would marry her if I could. Love her like this for the rest of our days. And whether we make into heaven or if our love is so sinful that we are forsaken to the deepest, darkest pits of hell... I could never resent loving her this way.
I pushed harder, drove in deeper. Forcing my shaft between the tightness of body, her honey allowing me pound into her body with ease. As the pleasure grew, my muscles tensed and I found myself giving into the bestial desires that we all harbor inside of us. Her grip tightened upon my body, clutching my waist with her legs, grabbing at my shoulders, crushing her body against mine, determined to never let go. Her cries, her moans, they only continued to grow louder. I plunged into her, driving every throbbing inch furiously into her body, thrusting into her so hard that I was afraid I was hurting her. But she'd shove back, take me even deeper inside of her tunnel and draw a seemingly endless supply of moans from my chest.
The air was so hot, so thick with smell of musk and sex, every breath I took seared my lungs. At times, I wasn't sure if I was even breathing. My ears were ringing with the sound of her moans and the sickly sound of flesh bashing against flesh. My mind so flooded with pleasure that it dulled my senses - I had lost all control, even if the world was to end, I would not be able to stop. So focused, so concentrated upon filling my mother's body with my precious fluid that when she dug her claws into my skin and raked down my back, tearing open the skin and muscle - I did not even feel it.
But I could feel her, feel every constant orgasm that I drew from her body. Feel her every muscle tremble and shake. Every orgasm made her body quiver around my flesh, sending surges of pleasure throughout my every nerve. I could feel it, in every part of my body. From very tips of my toes and up to my numbed mind. Every shiver, every shake, driving me higher and higher. Beyond the sky, beyond every brightly burning star and the planets that may revolve around them, through the gates of heaven and higher still. Higher, until I had broken past oblivion and into the nothingness that had existed beyond that. And when I had hit that nothingness, that blanket of white that no matter how high you flew or how fast you ran, no matter what direction you took and whatever means you had used to get there - you would find yourself standing in the same spot. When I had hit that nothingness, I could take no more.
I drove my claws through the wood of the table, gripped it as tightly as I could. Tossed my head back and howled, so fierce, so powerful, that I had feared I would shatter my own eardrums. I drove into her body with enough force to shatter stone and flooded her depths with every drop of my hot seed until her body could take no more and it burst from her depths, leaving a mess upon the table and the floor. All at once, I came crashing back down to Earth. Emotion, senses, all pouring back into my mind as quickly as I could empty my balls into my mother's womb. Pain. My body ached terribly. Every muscle near tearing, lungs screaming out for air, heart racing to pump blood and air to fill every malnourished vein. I fell limply upon my mother, even if I hadn't, she still would be unable to move.
We laid there, panting, drawing air into our suffocated bodies. Weakly, she curled her arms back around my body, kissed at my lips.
I shivered, the alluring taste of her lips filling me with a familiar temptation, desire.
It had only taken but a few minutes, before I lifted her into my arms and carried her off into the bedroom. Today was not my day, but hers. And just like the years before, I would make this the happiest day of her life. It made me happy too, to see her like that. I love her. More than anything in the world.
And I'm sure we'll be together for the rest of our sinful lives.