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For a lot of families that were dealing with their first instance of incest, pillow talk would be especially awkward for a mother and father who were aware of what had happened.

In the case of Vania and her husband, however, it wasn't a discussion that had the same sexual connotations as it would to the average family.

"He was completely broken down," Vania explained, as she rested in the full, king sized bed upon which her son was conceived. "It sounds like all of the girls at the park gave him quite a hard time when they found out that he wasn't the ladykiller that he was made out to be."

"So you took it upon yourself to remedy the situation?" asked Mertol, the male who, despite being larger and stronger than his son, was actually almost the same size as his powerful, muscular wife. "And how did he react to your proposition?"

Vania giggled quietly behind one of her paws. "With utter panic, of course, but he started to come around to the idea when he remembered the first rule of living in our household...his resistance crumbled under my feminine wiles like an anthill, washed away by the flooding waters of an overflowing river...before the night was over, he proved to have quite the natural skill in the bedroom, and he made himself a man...even if it was with his own mother."

The rules of ordinary society simply didn't apply inside the domicile of these unusual dragons, and while most males would have been terrified and enraged to hear that their son had been sleeping with their wife, Mertol was actually thrilled at the prospect. His mind was more focused on celebrating the fact that his son had been born into proper manhood, rather than the fact that his wife had been defiled. If he were to allow anyone the right to enter his most precious love...only someone of his own bloodline would be worthy.

"I don't suppose he's gone out and brought himself home a woman since, has he?"

"Not that I've seen," Vania confirmed, "But that doesn't mean he isn't making time elsewhere. He could be opting to take the ladies back to their homes, after the experience he had here. Probably doesn't want to risk my trying to join in on the fun."

Mertol grunted and raised a brow at his wife. "And would you...?"

"If I felt that he wasn't doing a proper job of pleasuring his lover, I just might," she admitted, having no shame about the matter. "I won't have any son of mine being a slouch in the bedroom."

"Do you think that you educated him properly the first time? If you did, he shouldn't need any further instruction."

Vania tapped her chin with a claw, looking up at the ceiling. Her body shifted just a little bit closer to her husband, until the nude form of her body was pressed right up to his own. "I suppose that I was a bit more focused on my own pleasure by the end of it, instead of properly instructing him...perhaps he could use another quick lesson."

It surprised Vania that Mertol was taking things this well, but that paled in comparison to the shock she felt at his next words. "Maybe you should go in there and give him a second lesson...?"

"Y-you...you aren't really suggesting that, are you, Mertol?"

A thick, powerful arm wrapped around Vania's torso and pulled her in close so that she could feel the growing, smooth flesh of her husband's manhood pressing against her lower back. "I have to admit, I didn't think I'd be ready to hear such riveting news, but at the same time...I can't deny that it's turning me on a little bit to think about my lover giving our son the ride of a lifetime. Besides, who better to teach him how to pleasure a woman than the one who brought him into the world? You taught him so many other things, in my place."

"You were always so busy with work, sometimes it did feel like I was a single mother," Vania admitted, slowly lifting her tail and grinding her rear against her husband's throbbing length. "I won't deny that I would love to give our son another lesson, but, you bring up a good point, so I'll only do it on one condition..."

"...And that is?"

"You have to come with me."

**

Fenil was doing his best to sleep, and his bedroom was far away enough that he could never hear the pillow talk exchanged between his parents, but he was finding it harder and harder to fall asleep those nights, with all of the confusion running through his mind.

He did feel a boost of confidence from the incestuous encounter with his mother, but it was a double-edged sword; he had all of the assurance in the world that he could pick and choose from any girl in the park, the mall, or at his college, but he didn't want to. He didn't think any of them could ever compare to the experience that his mother put him through, a common misconception held by virgins who had been so completely and perfectly laid their first time...of course, in the case of Vania, that might not have been far from the truth.

She brought with her an experience that couldn't be equaled by a girl his age, no matter how much they'd slept around in high school and college, and the way that she moved her body was the result of years of practice and training, not to mention the fact that she not only had skills with her inner muscles that were hard to match, but she had an appeal that transcended all of these things.

She was his mother, and just the thought of such a forbidden act was enough to leave Fenil with a charged, full cock every night before he slept, and a minor mental conflict of whether he should continue to please himself to such thoughts. He could ask one of the girls he'd been flirting with to pretend to be his sister once he'd gotten to know them better, but it wouldn't be able to replace the thrill, the rush that came along with the real thing.

Eager, and yet questioning pawtips started to reach for his member, tenting the covers and poking up through the soft fabric of his sheets with a pulsing, growing intent that wouldn't be denied. Fenil knew it was wrong, and each time, he told himself, "This will be the last time," but that last time never came. The next night, he was riddled with a boner yet again, every single time.

This time, however, he was at least going to receive a little assistance.

"Now now, son...don't be so greedy with that gorgeous cock...you should be sharing it with a lucky lady, instead of pumping it here in the dark, by yourself..."

For a moment, Fenil wasn't sure if he was hearing a voice in his own fantasy, or if the voice was actually coming from his mother, standing just outside of his cracked bedroom door.

Even in the dark, the outline of his mother was clearly visible as she entered the room, holding a few objects in her paws that were obscured by the lack of light. "I didn't say you could stop touching it, though...don't tell me you no longer find your mother attractive?"

"N-no! I...I still do..." Fenil admitted, his voice radiating a weakness that betrayed how much stronger he felt since achieving proper manhood in his family. "Honestly...I can't stop thinking about you, mother...I can't stop getting so f-fucking hard just at the thought of you!"

"Then you should really be telling mommy so she can come take care of this little...problem... that you seem to be having," she teased, stepping forward and leaving the door cracked. Fenil knew that his dad was home this time, and that he had to keep his voice down, or he would certainly hear something. "In fact, I'd say you're keeping secrets from me, Fenil, and that warrants quite a punishment..."

Fenil hoped that he'd been all but done with 'punishments' the last time that he and his mother shared a moment like this, but as she approached the edge of the bed, and the outline of ropes became more obvious as Fenil's eyes adjusted to the dark, he realized that she wasn't bluffing, and she wasn't being coy. "And if I agree to tell you from now on...?"

"That doesn't change the fact that you've been hiding it from me up until now, so you're still getting punished, at least for the night," Vania pointed out, as she gestured at his wrists. "I know you can see this rope...give me your paws."

No matter how much stronger he felt, Fenil was still weaker than his mother, and that meant that her word was law in their house. Without so much as a fight, he put his wrists forward, and using one end of the rope, Vania tied them tightly together, not even bothering to ask if Fenil was comfortable with how tight they were. It was almost painful for Fenil, but he could feel a tiny thrill building in the pits of his stomach at the thought of his mother acting like a dominatrix to him...he could only wonder just how messed up he might really be, but now wasn't the time to question it, and as his arms were yanked up over his head, all questions faded from his mind.

"There...I'll keep these paws tied up to your headboard," Vania explained, as she went about her work with the ropes. Fenil's arms were tied up high over his head, and despite his back resting against the mattress still, it felt as though he was hanging from them. Just like that, Vania had turned in innocent room into a pleasure dungeon, and with the next object, a blindfold, she made sure that Fenil wouldn't know what to expect. Once again, she tied it tightly, making sure that there was no chance Fenil would get even a sneak peek of what his mother might be planning. "And I'm afraid naughty little boys don't get to see the surprises their mothers have for them."

Fenil thought that he should have been ashamed for it, but he felt his arousal building at the way his mother spoke to him. She acknowledge in every line that she was his mother, committing a forbidden act, and yet, just that made things even hotter for him.

"As part of your punishment, you are not to move, no matter what happens, what you feel, or what you hear. You are to lie back," Vania continued, as she yanked the covers from the blue overcoat and silver underbelly of her son, exposing his bright, silvery cock in the process, "And learn from your mother...your first lesson will be rimming."

Inexperience left Fenil drawing a blank. No matter how much porn a male might watch in his free time, there would always be something that he'd never heard of. "R-rimming...what's-

Devilishly warm and sneaky, Fenil felt the long, moist tongue of his mother sliding along the crest of his smooth rump. That sensation alone made it hard to hold still, but when she gripped his cheeks and spread them, shooting her tongue like an arrow to the tight pucker of his tailhole, nothing could keep his legs from squirming around either side of her head.

"That is rimming..." Vania whispered, pausing only to explain herself before her tongue pressed flat against the soft, smooth hole and slathered it in a thin layer of her saliva. The warm, dripping fluid was surprisingly pleasant to Fenil, who had never dreamed of having anything done to his back door before, much less by his own kin. He knew that his father might wake up and investigate if he moaned too loudly, but biting his lip would only keep him quiet for so long.

Vania could see her son struggling to keep quiet and giggled, knowing something that he didn't...that his father was already in the room, watching and gently stroking his own cock by the edge of the bed.

"O-oh...oh my God...m-mom!" Fenil groaned in delight as the deprivation of his sight increased his pleasure, forcing him to appreciate the moment by feel alone, and leaving him completely unaware of what she would do next. She couldn't keep from teasing him, giving his pucker a quick, furious series of darts with her tongue to force him to gasp, only to hesitate and pause for a few seconds, leaving him wondering when the next touch was to come. Writhing on the bed with such force that it nearly bucked against the wall behind him, Fenil shuddered and tried to grip his mother's head with his thighs, but her shoulders sat just enough in the way to leave him without any sort of respite from the pleasure. "This...this feels so weird...but so good..."

It was obvious that Vania didn't have many turn offs, and there was little that she wasn't willing to try. She turned back to her husband for a moment and gave him a quick wink before trying to dig her tongue a little bit deeper into her own son's asshole, probing it far enough that he could actually feel the warm, moist flesh wiggling and squirming inside of his body, a sensation that he couldn't hope to prepare for. It was ticklish and pleasurable at the same time, leaving his body to buck heavily against the bed, flinging drops of precum on the mattress cover and instantly staining it. There was already a healthy build up of the clear, warm fluid, streaming down the underside of his cock every time that it throbbed and leaving a thin film upon the top of his sack.

Just when she started to feel it dripping down over the top of her own muzzle, knowing that his son was on the verge of a climax, Vania gave one last long, painfully slow lick...and pulled back from his rear, leaving it messed over with her spittle.

"I think you get the idea," Vania muttered, as she licked her lips for a moment. She was actually delighting in the musk of her own child, but her pleasure was always to be a priority over his. "Now...why don't you give it a try?"

Unable to move, Fenil could only blink under his blindfold and wonder, but his mother made it clear what was to happen next. The difference was that Fenil was expecting to taste his mother in a much more intimate way than he ever had before, but his mother knew that this wouldn't be the case.

Gesturing over to Mertol, Vania pointed at their offspring's muzzle. To keep Fenil from guessing that anyone else was in the room, she stepped off of the bed, pretending to re-position herself, but it was actually Mertol who climbed back on and straddled the face of his own son. Able to feel the warmth of a tailhole upon his lips, Fenil resisted at first, but when he felt extra weight upon his face, his muzzle did finally open, and his tongue grazed across tight, warm flesh.

"That's the way, baby..." Vania whispered, pretending that she, too, was trying to keep quiet, and keep their incestuous affair a secret. "Get that slick little tongue nice and deep inside of mommy's asshole..."

Fenil's cock throbbed, and Vania watched it with wide, delighted eyes. The bright blue dragoness couldn't keep her paws steady any longer, and as she watched her own son rimming her husband with expert skill, she lowered her paws to the mound of her womanhood and began to gently rub her clit, just quietly enough that Fenil wouldn't be able to hear.

Watching the bright, silver dragon that she'd fallen in love with and the product of their mating share an intimate moment...?

All mothers should be so lucky, Vania thought to herself, as she watched Fenil probe his long, draconic tongue even further into his own father. Mertol grunted, and despite his resistance, it was clear that he wouldn't be able to keep his voice down for long. Leaning in, Vania sealed her lips against his own and probed past his lips with her tongue, sharing the taste of their son with her husband and coating his own tongue with the remnants of his musk. It may have been depraved to outsiders, but in this bedroom, the family of dragons was becoming closer than they ever had before, sharing their strength in a moment of forbidden intimacy.

The way that Fenil tried to mimic the previous actions of his mother, Vania knew it was only a matter of time before Mertol started to spill his own precum onto Fenil's chest, and though he might mistake it for female lubrication, Vania didn't want to take the risk of the pair being caught. She wanted to keep this illusion alive, and, truth be told, she wanted to get back in on the action. Gripping her husband's wrists, she guided his paws to her breasts and forced him to play with her bosom, drawing a loud, muffled moan out of her that actually broke the kiss, all while convincing Fenil that he was doing an amazing job. "Oooh...oh yes! F-Fenil! That's the way, baby...you're such a good boy, doing this for your mother!"

At the moment, Fenil was actually a bit confused, finding that his mother's rear had a musk to it that reminded him of his own bodily aromas, but his lack of experience at giving a rimjob kept him from questioning it, and luckily, Mertol stayed just stiff enough that his cock never actually touched any part of his son. The smoke and mirrors were working, even as Mertol finally dismounted his son, retreating to the shadows for just a moment so Vania could set up the next part of the plan.

"I think y-you've earned a break," Vania gasped, as her husband gave her breasts one last, quick squeeze during his retreat. When she knew that Mertol was fully hidden, she moved the blindfold aside just barely, and rested a long, thick dildo upon her son's muzzle, forcing his eyes to cross at it. "Perhaps, even a reward, depending upon how you look at it..."

It was only moments before that Fenil had learned how pleasurable it could be to have his tailhole licked, but he wasn't quite sure that he could handle something so massive inside of his body just yet, if at all. Such a thought had never crossed his mind, but it didn't seem that Vania was going to give him a chance to think it over. It was clear by the ridges on the fake flesh that it was a draconic cock, and the way that it was shaped reminded him so much of his own member that he wondered if he was the inspiration for it, but that inspiration was actually one generation older, much as he didn't know it. "I...I d-don't know, mother..."

"My house, my son, my rules," Vania reminded him, her voice tauntingly sweet in the way that she reminded him of the law of the land. Yanking the blindfold back down, she pulled the strap-on dildo from his muzzle and pretended to clip it into place on her hips, but all of the noise was just a distraction to allow Mertol to move back into place. With all of his other senses heightened, Vania made sure to make as much noise as possible...while Mertol climbed into bed and lifted his son's hips just a bit, exposing his waiting tailhole once again. "Just try to relax...I promise that you'll enjoy this. All men do...it just takes a little...convincing."

Fenil was still extremely skeptical of that, but he didn't have the power or the option to question his mother, or, as it were, his father. Feeling a warm, wet tip pressed against his tailhole, Fenil was grateful that his mother at least lubricated what he thought was the toy, not knowing that it was his father's precum, mixing and mingling with the saliva of his mother. In a slow, gentle push, Fenil could feel his relaxed pucker starting to spread, and with just a little push, Mertol was head-deep inside of his son and fiercely biting his own lip to keep from gasping aloud.

"I always knew my boy had a tight little asshole," Vania groaned, pretending that the strap-on was pushing back against her body and giving her some sort of pleasure. Of course, the way that her husband was moving so slowly, it was easy for her to pretend that she was actually being a caring mother and going easy on Fenil's body, but just by the look in Mertol's bright, burning red eyes, she could tell that he simply wanted to destroy the boy's ass, perhaps as a way to vent a little jealousy against his own son. "Shame that I waited this long to sample it..."

Of course, Vania would have to try stuffing her son's tailhole herself another time, but at the moment, she just kept a close eye on him and his reactions. His fangs were gritted, but his mouth flew wide open in desperate gasp as Mertol pushed his cock a little bit deeper. His body shook against the restraints that held his arms, wishing that he could grip onto something to help his inner muscles relax, but there was no such mercy to be had. He could only take long, deep breaths of mingled pleasure and discomfort as Mertol pushed a little harder, resting his paws upon the thighs of his son and leaning a little further forward.

"W-wish...I c-could squeeze your breasts...m-mother..." Fenil groaned, trying to hide that discomfort in his voice and making an impossible request.

Vania would have had to think fast...but she thought of everything beforehand. "And would that make it a little bit easier for you to take this big, thick toy cock?"

"Y-yes..." came a desperate groan, as a tiny strand of drool poured down the side of Fenil's muzzle.

"Then maybe you should have been a good boy and told me about your little problem sooner," Vania reminded him, making a quick excuse for the real reason that he couldn't squeeze them. "I'm not untying those arms until I've had my way with you, baby..."

Fenil knew that he was in for a long night, but he had no idea just how long it was really going to be. It would be hard for Mertol not to unload inside of his son, wanting to make a proper mess of the once tight passage, but as his hips drew back and he started his second thrust, his son yielded rather easily around his member, the cock within drawing free with a wet, lewd shliiiick. Mertol wanted to praise his boy for being so skilled at taking a cock, but so much as a whisper would break that illusion...although, there was another way that he could reward him.

Being so similar in size, Fenil never would have guessed that it was his father's cock wrapped around his member, and giving it a couple of curious, gentle strokes, working the dripping precum into the underside of the shaft.

"I hope this makes up for it..." Vania groaned to Fenil in the sweetest, most sensual voice she could manage. She didn't care just how lewd she was with her son, and in fact went out of her way to embrace the forbidden nature of their copulation. Just getting to watch her husband jerk their son off was more than she could handle, but she was doing the best that she could...she had a very special finale planned for both her husband and her son, but she didn't want to spoil the surprise for either of them, and she didn't want to make her move too soon. "Do you like it when mommy stokes your sweet, tasty little cock...?"

"Yes!" Fenil cried out, as the playful stroke of his shaft timed up perfectly with a deep, hard thrust from his father, burying all of the thick, massive length that he could offer inside of his own flesh and blood. "It's...i-it's so fucking good, mom...please stroke my cock...and p-pound my little ass..."

Vania was grinning ear to ear as she dipped a pawtip back down to her clit, rubbing away at the stiff, oversize nub and no longer caring if Fenil happened to catch an earful of it. She had him entirely convinced of what was going on, and to hear him begging for her to continue in such a way was a turn-on that she couldn't hope to resist. "Would you look at that...begging your own mother to fuck your tiny little ass...who knew I had such a little freak for a son?"

Being degraded just a little bit kept Fenil dripping precum, giving his father ample liquid to work into the scales of his shaft. The pair developed a perfect rhythm, giving every deep, harsh thrust from Mertol's cock a matching stroke upon Fenil's own manhood. Vania was starting to gasp as she masturbated all the while, watching her husband and son quite literally fucking right in front of her, a display that she didn't know if she'd ever see repeated...so she was milking it for everything it was worth. It took a little nudging and suggesting to get Mertol to agree to the plan, but now that it was in full swing, he was pounding away at Fenil's asshole with all of the same ferocity that he would have gone after her dripping sex, spreading his son's already gaping anus that much further open.

Inexperienced, loosening inner muscles tried to clench and squeeze around the invading cock, something that Fenil never imagined himself having to do, and yet, Vania could see just by the look in her husband's eyes that Fenil was doing everything right, at least, until he winced them shut to try and hold off his own climax. Spilling that much fluid inside of Fenil would break the illusion for sure, but Vania was going to show her gratefulness to her husband for playing along in the best way that she knew how.

"W-would you...like a little s-something more than a pawjob?" Vania asked her son, as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing coming out in quick, feverish pants, until she finally had to leave her clit alone, for risk of squirting all over the carpet.

The answer was obvious, but it left Fenil with a slightly confused expression, at least across his lips. "OoooohGod... yes...y-yes, please, m-mother!"

Vania could sense the "but how?" coming, and acted before her son could even complete the thought. Allowing her husband to keep his position, she jumped right into the middle of the fray and pushed his paw aside, leaving her son's cock glistening with a thin layer of its own precum, already plenty slick and moist to enter her. "G-good boy...such a fucking good boy my son is!" she praised him, as she kissed the very tip of his drooling cock with her own dripping labia, letting their fluids mingle together for just one long, tantalizing moment...before she simply buried her son inside of herself, dropping her hips down atop of his body and impaling his cock into her folds.

How Fenil kept from blowing his load and filling her up right then and there, he could never be sure, but in that moment, he felt a pleasure even greater than the climax his mother granted to him only days before. Somehow, it surpassed an orgasm, and yet, he was able to keep on going, and now that his mother was atop of him, his hips felt no need to stay still, even with the presumed toy still buried in his ass. Bucking upward and pressing the very tip of his cock nearly to his mother's cervix, Fenil tried to thrust back at her, in a manner of thanks for giving him such a wonderful surprise that evening...

...Of course, this time, the thought did cross his mind of how she could be pounding away at his ass so vigorously still, especially without stopping or even slowing her pace to adjust the position of her body, but his mind made up a quick excuse, thinking she must have had a double-ended dildo stashed away somewhere...there had only been one person in the room -as far as he knew- and that eliminated the possibility of a second party...especially one as forbidden as his own father, who was finally slowing his pace, just to try and hold off an inevitable release.

"F-fuck me, son...harder... harder! Pound my t-tight little pussy...f-fill your mother up you dirty, dirty boy!" Vania set herself on a war path, having brought her body so dangerously close to the edge of a climax that she was brimming with a sexual frustration that needed to be cured. She was willing to be as rough with her son as she needed to be to achieve that end, and Fenil was a willing vector for it, pounding his hips up as hard and as fast as he could with the weight of his mother's body atop of him, and an eager 'toy' still trying to pound deeper into his own ass. Unaware that he was taking part in an incestuous threesome, Fenil simply pounded away at his mother, allowing her to dominate his thoughts as much as she did his body. " Yes! I f-feel it...all of that thick, s-sticky precum...gimme more, baby! More!"

Words of encouragement from a loving mother had never been more effective on an eager son, and Fenil felt his resistance to climax starting to slip away rapidly. A sensation so great that he couldn't keep from crying out was welling up in the pits of his stomach and radiating downward, filling his wet, glistening shaft and his taut, squeezing sack. His orbs were full with a load, ready to release it inside of her, even as his own father was getting ready to fill him up...a quick tap on Vania's shoulder told her that, and ready for the finish, she leaned over the body of her son, pushing her ass up into the air and reaching back, she spread her tailhole wide open for her husband to leave his creamy mess.

"M-mom...I'm...g-gonna cum...I c-can't hold b-back..."

"Don't you dare!" Vania demanded, as she bucked her hips back down upon her son that much harder, riding him with such a neck-breaking pace that her thighs were nearly sore from the powerful contact. "F-fill me, son! Fill me now!"

It was Mertol who was actually closest to his orgasm, and he leaned forward to bite down on Vania's shoulder, dulling the cries of his orgasmic bliss as he pulled free from his son, still slick with a myriad of fluids, and went straight into his own wife's ass, spearing her tailhole with no mercy. His cock buried halfway inside of her with just one pass, Vania immediately crossed the threshold into her own climax at the mental thrill of having both her son and her husband fucking her at the same time, something that only the most twisted mothers could appreciate, but when the physical sensation caught up to the mental thrill...

...Vania truly achieved a higher pleasure.

A pleasant and familiar warmth spilled into Vania with a volatile strength, spraying all the way up into the sacred hold of her womb. Her inner muscles fluttered and writhed quickly around her son's member, knowing that it had so much more to give, and in her greed, she wouldn't be denied a single drop. "Yeeeees...y-yes! F-fucking fill me, Fenil! Pour that t-thick, hot seed inside me! Fill y-your mother to the brim!" she cried out, her screams of utter delight nearly deafening Fenil, to the point that he couldn't believe his dad was still asleep. He still didn't know, of course, that his own father had been pounding his ass the whole time, pulling free only in the moments that followed. His cock was starting to pulse rapidly as he gripped his wife from behind, cupping her breasts and trying to keep his fangs sunk deep into her scales, wanting to muffle any possible sounds of pleasure...and he had plenty he wished to make. "You're making m-mommy cum, Fenil... yes! D-deeper! Fuck me deeper! Nnngh..."

A chorus of moans that faded into a series of desperate grunts as Vania clung to her son, and Mertol clung to her. Digging her claws in so deep that she might draw blood from her own offspring, Vania dropped her hips as rapidly as she could just a few more times, exhausting herself in the process of having both of her holes filled. Though Fenil never knew it, his father was balls deep inside of his mother at the same time, and that tight, thinly scaled sack was tensing over and over again as Mertol pumped all of the cum that he'd been saving up for his wife deep into the tight, waiting confines of her tailhole. Words couldn't describe the kind of forbidden, downright depraved pleasure that surged through every nerve ending in Vania's body, as father and son unknowingly teamed up to fill her body fuller of fluids than it had ever been. Fenil's cum almost immediately started to leak out of her cunt as it was filled past capacity, and he had no idea that his father's cum was mingling with his own as it dripped down from Vania's anus, spilling over the shaft of his cock and bringing the two different seeds together in a pooled mess on the sheets. Knowing just how plentiful her son could be, and knowing that he was aware of it, Vania didn't worry that Fenil would catch on to just how great the mess was...and it was leaving a stain that would never wash out of the mattress below the three of them.

Fangs finally released from Vania as Mertol gained control of his breathing again, and he pulled his member free, letting Vania's ass gape wide open from the fierce, deep thrust that it endured. Excess cum kept spilling out of her abused pucker as the dragoness gave her son a few final bucks with her hips, to distract him from his father leaving the room. The moment that Mertol was in the clear, Vania leaned forward and pulled the blindfold from the eyes of her gasping son, who couldn't believe just how amazing the evening had been...or how his mother had even pulled it off.

"M-mom...h...how did you know...?"

"Know what, my dear?" she asked, just trying to egg him into saying something lewd.

"That...y'know...it'd feel so great to have something s-shoved in my ass," Fenil managed to spit it out, though he was clearly reluctant to say such a thing. Though the darkness hid the color of his blush, it certainly didn't hide the warmth.

Vania nuzzled into that same warmth with her cheek, resting atop of her son and delighting in just how entirely filled she was. She could feel the mingled seed of father and son swimming around in her womb and dripping down between her thighs, leaving her a creamy, happy mess. "I've been around the block a few times, Fenil, and your father has some unusual tastes...you'd be surprised at the kinds of things some males enjoy, son."

Fenil glanced up for a moment with a pondering thought. It would be dangerous to keep going down this path...it was only be a miracle, or, so Fenil falsely thought, that his father hadn't been stirred awake by the noisy ruckus they'd been making. It'd keep getting harder and harder to keep the incestuous affair a secret, even if Fenil had no idea that his father already knew...Vania was more than happy to leave him blissfully unaware; something about the fact that Fenil believed he was getting away with something forbidden added to her thrill, as well.

Knowing all of that, knowing the risk, and knowing that he just might end up loving his mother more than any other female alive, he swallowed back a nervous gulp and forced out one last thought.

"...Would you mind showing me some more of those things...?"

Vania's answer came not in the form of words, but in the form of a fierce, incestuous kiss, the kind that betrayed the bond that society thought a mother and a son should share...by forming a much deeper one.