A fox's struggle - 03 - Home life
#3 of A fox's struggle
I thought finally we would develop jays life outside of school and introduce alil sexuality to the mix.
Enjoy.
Home life
Sam was born Elizabeth Samantha Vulpes and in her opinion was the cool mother every son wanted, she was fun, worked from home writing both a 'Ask Lizy' column for a teen magazine and doing game reviews for website. Sam's house only had three rules.
Bedtime means brush your teeth, put your clothes in the wash and go to your bedroom.
You make a mess, you clean it, or else.(Not that Jay ever found out what 'or else' even meant).
Thursday night is the weekly chore roster gaming night, every win is a chore you don't have to do.
Sam sat in her office at home, dressed in a green loose fitting night shirt and tight grey pair of track pants, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration as she hit turbo on her controller, destroying another players vehicle and tilting back on the movement stick to bring her car into the air, lining up and scoring the final goal.
'BAM! Rocket league champion! Suck it red team!' Sam screamed into her headset, taking a look at the clock to see she had ten minutes to make her column deadline. Shit"Sorry guys, I'm off"
Not waiting for a reply she logged out of the game session and clicked send on her email client, she had actually finished all the work a day after getting it, but reasoned that if she sent it in early they may ask her to do more.
Stretching out in her large comfy office chair and taking off the headset to put it on charge, Sam lazily got up and headed for the kitchen.
"Hmmm what to make for dinner?" Yawning as she browses the inside of the freezer, choosing two chicken Kiev's, a bag of chilli fries and some mixed greens, she knew the teen hated them but if you can't get a little enjoyment out of torturing them, then why bother? Sam chuckled at the thought, making a mental note to buy some sprouts as well.
Jay's detention took the form of an entire hour cleaning the boys locker room and bathroom, scrubbing toilets, sweeping the locker area and hosing out the showers while the janitor watched and made him redo things he said were 'half assed'.
Did a better job than that asshole ever does. He thought bitterly before taking a sniff at the fur on his arm, "Erk... gross" the smell of the boys locker room always used to make him flush and was the source of many of his late night fantasies, now ruined by the memory of some of the gross things he had to clean up and the scent of bleach and toilet cleaner that clung to his fur.
Trudging up the driveway and up to the front door, the young fox sighed before pushing the door open, a smile creeping onto his face at the smell of his two favourite foods wafting through the doorway.
"Mum, I'm home" Dropping his bag at the door and kicking it closed.
Sam stuck her head around the doorway, a slight scowl on her face, "I'm sorry we don't have anyone in this house by that name, i assume your wanting extra greens tonight then?"
Jay shuddered at thought, his ears folding against his head "Sorry Sam" giving his mother the best pleading look he can muster "Can we forget about the green tonight?"
Sam gave an amused snort and turned back into the kitchen "Ha! Nice trying short stuff, go wash up, you stink".
The fifteen year old frowned and kicked of his shoes on the way to the downstairs bathroom, "Yes mommy dearest" he grumbled to himself.
"Sorry, what was that?"
Oh shit"N...nothing"
Jay exited the bathroom, smelling a little less like a toilet brush and more like an adolescent fox and found his mother at the dinner table waiting for him, "So how was detention today?"
He slumped down in his chair, picking up a fork and poking at a piece of broccoli, "Sucked, they made me clean the toilets and locker room this time".
"Stop poking at it and eat it, it's not going to kill you" Sam said as she ate some herself before casually asking, " And what class did you fall asleep in dear?".
A piece of chicken half way to his mouth, the fox froze and looked at his mother, "How do you know about that? Did Sean tell you?".
"He didn't have to, he kept you up all night playing games and feeding you caffeine, you don't have to be a genius to figure out he's up to something". Lifting her glass to her lips, "So what class did you fall asleep in again?" taking a drink and nonchalantly looking away from increasingly angry looking son.
Jay let his fork drop to the plate in front of him, piecing things together and staring at his mother as she avoided his gaze, "You made a bet with Sean didn't you?"
Sam placed the glass back on the table and looked at her son as if she had no idea what he was talking about, "That's all depends what class you fell asleep in doesn't it JJ?".
The young fox set his teeth together, anger building. "Don't call me JJ! Why didn't you tell me?", his paws clenched into fists on the dinner table, "We spent all night playing for punches and I spent an hour cleaning up other peoples shit, like literally shit", sniffing and holding back tears.
Sam's composure broke, sighing to herself placing a hand on Jay's curled up right fist, "Sweetie, he's been your friend since you were six, I'd think by now, you should know when he's playing a prank on you." Shaking his paw gently, "Would me telling you have stopped you from playing games all night or falling sleep today? I think we both know that you would have just stayed up longer to prove a point, being stubborn is just one of the many things you inherited from me after all."
Relaxing the paw in his mothers grip, letting out a huff in frustration and wiping his eyes with the back of his other paw, "yeah, i guess so... still not fair, how ab..."
She patted her son's hand and shook her head in amusement, "Before you even try it, you're still eating them, but I'll help you with the dishes if you tell me one thing, what class?"
Jay could never really stay angry at his mother for long, other than Sean his mother was like his best friend and as well as looking like she was in her mid twenties, she tending to act more like a teenager most of the time. They stood side by side at the kitchen sink, Jay washing dishes as his mother dried, chatting about games, especially which one they'll buy with her winnings and latest horror movies. Sam reminding him of how cute he was when he used to cling to his teddy while watching those movies as a kit, laughing at her sons embarrassed response.
After the dishes Jay made his way upstairs to shower, throwing his clothing in the hamper as he stripped and looked at himself in the mirror. At 5'3" he was kinda short compared to his friends, even Andy being a year younger then himself, was taller than the fox by an inch. He was hoping to grow as tall as his mother or Ollie, both of them standing at 6'1".
The thought of Ollie made his sheath start to swell, having managed to snap a picture or two of his 17 year old crush changing after basketball practice, images the fox had studied in detail every night since. Giving his crotch a light grope, turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up, mentally going through the images of the toned rabbit standing in nothing but a tight clinging pair of dark blue boxer briefs. The grope turning into a squeeze as his shaft continues to harden and peak out the top of his sheath.
Adjusting the cold water to a comfortable temperature the aroused teen climbed into the shower and let the warmth wash over him and his mind wander further. Ollie had the beginnings of a six pack under his fur and not a bit of fat on him, Jay was both jealous and in awe of the dark brown fur stretched over his well defined arm muscles. The toned chest and back pictures always had the fox playing with himself, but it was always the close-up of the front and back of his legs that got him off, thick, tight, toned legs with a well supported bulge at the front.
Jay gently ran his fingers down the sensitive boyhood jutting from his crotch, recalling the image of the flexible rabbit bending over to take off his socks, the muscles of his highly toned legs and ass pulled tight. The fox whimpered and gasped, stroking his cock with his right hand and running his left paw over his hip and ass.
No not his paw, Ollie's paw caressing his left buttock while the other arm reaches around the right side of his body and bats the foxes paw around from his crotch, the larger male taking over and caressing the younger boys erection.
"Ollie", Jay moaned softly, the paw on his ass squeezing while the other speeds up the stimulation on his shaft, making sure to press against his growing knot.
The rabbit, leaned closer and whispered into the foxes ear, "Hey there foxy, I've seen you looking at me after practice, imagining what it would be like to rub my legs and sniff my sweaty ass through my briefs", the paw left the foxes ass as the other paw sped up, "Sniffing that heavy musk from ass and taint, cumming just from the smell". Ollie pressing a pair of sweaty underpants to the foxes muzzle, the fox inhaling deeply.
Jay's legs went weak, his paw furiously jerking at his phallus as it throbbed, thick ropes of cum spurting out against the glass screen, his left paw braced against the glass at the fox milked his hypersensitive member and tried to remain standing as his legs wobbled beneath him.
That was new! He thought to himself, panting as the thick seed ran down the glass before him.
I've never shot that much before.
"Holy fuck"