Mother knows best
Anon
Be Anon, 23
Working full-time, barely above minimum wage.
Despite claims of there being a "labor shortage", you had only scored 2 interviews out of hundreds of jobs, both of them turning you down.
So you were stuck in this shitty retail position with no real growth.
You didn't make enough to pay rent on your own in the big city, so you still lived with your single mom, Chloe.
She was a middle-aged anthro fox.
You paid her some rent. She had a decent two-bedroom apartment.
Human dad did a pump and dump, pays child support but wants nothing to do with you or her.
Mom was too busy raising you and working part-time to settle down, so she stayed single.
She was strict about your education, she'd ground you if you didn't bring home good grades.
Taught you good manners, not to swear (still did it with your friends at school.)
She wasn't a buzzkill puritan, though. As you got older, she didn't mind you swearing a bit. Besides, she would have a sailor mouth when she was on the phone with her friends.
You got that bad habit from her.
She wasn't opposed to a good drink here or there either.
You just got home from work. It was mid-evening.
"Hi sweetie! How was work?"
Mom was always there to greet you with her warm smile. You told her that everything was good, it wasn't too busy today.
"Ah, well that's good. Just getting started making dinner. Should be ready in a bit, dear."
She never stopped with the pet names, even as you matured.
Her fluffy tail swayed side to side gently as she focused on her cooking.
You were a bit thirsty and were going to grab a water bottle out of the fridge.
Mom was taking up half the walking space at the stove, though. The kitchen was a bit small.
You had to tip-toe and shuffle past her to get to the fridge, her well-endowed rear brushing up against your front end.
Her tail sprang up in surprise, giving you more than enough to look at. The tight-fitting black sweatpants she had on left little to your imagination.
"Oh, sorry honey! Let me get out of your way."
She pressed herself into the countertop to give you some more space.
You don't know how a woman could have such curves naturally, but mom was just built that way.
Pregnancy had been kind to her evidently, her stomach had a nice fat plush to it.
Her bosom wasn't quite as gifted as her rear, but it was more than most women her age.
It was certainly eye candy.
You shook your head to get rid of the obscene thoughts filling it and quickly grabbed your water bottle.
You beelined to your room to avoid any further embarrassment.
"I'll call you when dinner is ready, sugar!"
You quickly shut the door behind you.
Your pants felt tight from that incident.
This wasn’t the first time you thought of your mother like this, however.
You would stare her every once in a while, but quickly avert your gaze whenever she could see you.
You couldn't really blame yourself. Mom was just so pretty. Everything about her was... perfect.
You decided to do something about it, so you grabbed your laptop, popped in your headphones and slid into bed.
You pulled up FurHub, looking for something good in the human/anthro category.
Nothing but hot garbage, so you get more specific with your search.
Find this interesting video, it looks amateurish. “Goldie hag fucks human son”
An anthro golden retriever is straddling a human who's also the camera man. Her face is out of frame with the video focused mostly on her midsection. Her tail wags frantically behind her as she slowly grinds against the man’s hips.
You don’t know if the title is fake to get clicks, the candid recording makes it seem real enough.
The video is a bit shaky and the only light visible is coming from the camera. You can hear a TV playing in the background in between the moans of the two.
The dog-lady is curvy, not quite as much as your mom, but close enough.
You unbutton your jeans and get to work.
The goldie speeds up starts moaning louder. The human mutters “Fuck..” under his breath.
The goldie leans down, you can hear them kissing off-screen, moaning.
You close your eyes and start to think of your mom kissing you. Not chaste kisses on the cheek you’re used to, but full-on tongues dancing in each other’s mouth kissing.
Shit... You haven't been this worked up in a while. You're already getting pretty close.
The goldie breaks the kiss, straightens up and starts riding him. You turn up the volume to hear better. How wet she is is audible from the shlicking made with every bounce. The bed springs creak from her movements.
The two start dirty talking, but you’re too busy imagining having fun with your mom to pay attention to what they're saying.
You try to think of how it would feel to run your hands along the heavenly soft fur of her hearty bosom while she bounces.
How Chloe's fur felt when she gave you her signature "mom hugs" was already making your imagination run wild.
You run your hands lower to her stomach. She had gained some weight ever since she stopped working when you started paying your share of rent.
She wasn't obese though, not by a long shot. Just nice and chubby. Like a furry pillow. You tried to picture the finer details, but it was getting difficult.
This was driving you over the edge much quicker than expected.
You then imagine her leaning in for another kiss while riding you as you reach your peak.
You lean back as you ride out your orgasm, fighting the urge to moan. This had to be the most intense climax you had in several months.
Leaning your head back, however, caused your headphones to unplug from your laptop.
The video continues playing at full blast on the speakers as the goldie and the human are moaning loudly.
Oh FUCK.
Your heart drops like a lead weight into your stomach as you scramble to stop the video mid-cum.
You close the laptop with a hard slam, but the audio keeps playing for 2 seconds before it finally shuts off.
”Oh fuck mom, I’m gonna..”
”Do it! Knock up momm-”
Fuck. There’s no way she didn’t hear that.
The silence is deafening.
You look down and see that you had made a mess in your panic.
You let out a strained sigh and grab a used bath towel laying on the floor to clean up.
You then sit on your bed in silence, still shaken up.
You’re really not looking forward to dinner anymore.
Eventually, you hear your mom call out.
”Dinner is ready, Anon.”
She doesn’t sound as cheery as usual.
You REALLY do not want to go eat dinner, but you don’t want to be rude.
You work up the courage to get up and face reality.
You cope, maybe she didn’t hear it.
It couldn’t have been that loud, could it?
You sit down at the dinner table in front of your plate. Mom had prepared spaghetti with her homemade meatballs.
She comes out of the kitchen with her plate, her tail less expressive than you’re used to.
She’s also oddly silent as she sits down. You don’t dare look at her in the face.
Fuck.
She definitely heard it.
The two of you eat in silence.
It is extremely awkward and uncomfortable.
You had finished your dinner.
Just as you were about to get up and put away your plate, your mother looks at you and speaks up
”H-Honey… We need to talk.”
You looked up at your mother, but avoided eye contact.
”Y-You were um… taking care of yourself earlier.”
You start to deny it, but she cuts you off.
”Anon, you’re my son. I can tell when your hormones are flaring up.” She pointed to her snout.
Not only did she hear it, but she was able to smell every time you had done it in the past. You figured you probably smelled like a men’s locker room mixed with a freshly used cum rag to her sensitive nose right now.
If she had known all those times before, why didn’t she say anything until now? This was probably about your mishap earlier.
You held your head low, unable to look her in the face.
She clearly noticed your shameful body language, and reassured you.
”I’m not upset at you... sweetie. You’re a man. You have… things that you need to tend to.”
Her voice was uneasy, like she was unsure of what she was saying.
She started twiddling with the pendant on her silver necklace.
”It’s just… Uhmm…”
You looked up just a few inches. Your mom seemed like she was trying to come up with what to say.
She swallowed nervously and spoke once more, slowly. Carefully choosing what words to use.
”Are you… Attracted to me..? Like… Sexually?”
Yeah, this was about the mishap.
You opened your mouth, but you choked on your words. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her. Not to her face, even if she already knew.
”Anon… I’m not mad. I-I know these things are complicated.”
You simply sunk lower into your seat, like a guilty pet getting scolded for chewing up a pillow.
Except Mom wasn’t scolding you…
She just sat there, waiting for an answer that was never coming. Her ears were folded as she gripped her pendant more firmly.
”Please talk to me dear…”
You couldn’t. You had shut down like cornered prey accepting its fate.
Eventually she sighed, grabbing her dirty dishes and heading to the kitchen sink.
”Well… I-I’m going to go get ready for bed, Anon. I’ll come by and say goodnight before I go to sleep.”
She walked towards the hallway, her fox tail drooping. You heard her bedroom door close a moment later.
You sat at the table silently for several minutes, looking at your empty dinner plate.
Your mind was running over so many thoughts.
How did you fuck up this much?
Was she going to kick you out?
This was bad. Really, really bad.
At a loss of what else to do, you decide to go take a night walk outside your apartment.
Get some fresh air.
A good 15 minutes later, you come back. The dishes are still in the sink where they had been left.
Mom must’ve not put them in the washer.
You decide to put them in yourself, giving them a short rinse in the water before putting them in the dishwasher.
After that, you made your way to your room. The apartment was silent, save for the air conditioning which was running.
That was until you passed by Mom’s room.
It sounded like crying. Was she crying?
You put your ear up against the door.
She was definitely crying a little. You could hear faint sniffles on the other side.
You really screwed the shit this time.
You needed to do something about this, but you didn’t know what.
Figured the best thing to do was just ask what was wrong, so you knocked on her door.
She didn’t immediately respond, so you cracked open the door and peeked inside.
Mom?
”Anon…”
She was in her night gown, sitting at the head of the bed.
You approached slowly, then plopped down next to her.
She looked like a wreck. The fur under her eyes were matted with tears, and her nose was clogged up with drainage. Her ears were folded back and her hair was messy. She must’ve been crying for some time.
It hurt a lot to see your mother like this. She wasn’t one to get sad very often.
You asked her what was wrong.
She sniffled before speaking up, shaking her head.
”I’m a terrible mother, Anon.”
Huh? Why would she think that?
”I-I’ve failed you, you shouldn’t be looking at me this way… I’m so sorry...”
You quickly object, tell her that isn’t true.
She’s done nothing but good for your life.
Even through hard times, even when she had to hop from job to job, she always did her best to be there for you.
Tell her how strong she was to juggle taking care of you with her work life.
Why did she feel like she failed as a mother?
”P-Please Anon, I’ll do anything to make this right. I-I’ll do anything to fix this just please!”
Tears start streaming down her face, she grabs your pants suddenly and tries to pull them down.
You pull away and stop her. You didn’t want this, not while she was in such an emotionally vulnerable state. It wasn’t right.
”I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that.”
Seeing her like this is twisting your heart inside out.
Ask her why she’s doing all this?
”I-I feel like… t-this is all my fault…”
Tell her that it isn’t her fault. Your being into her was your own doing.
”B-But why, Anon? Why me?”
You lay it all out.
She’s conventionally attractive, at least to you. Natural plump curves, lovely long hair and those beautiful amethyst eyes.
She’s doting, gentle, and kindhearted; something that seems to be missing from most women nowadays.
You weren’t all that social. Never bothered to talk to women outside of work.
Amidst her sniffling, she chuckled a bit at your flattery, waving her hand at you as if to shoo off your praise.
”O-Oh Anon… Quit it…”
She managed a halfhearted smile which greatly eased your guilt for causing this whole ordeal.
You went and got some tissue from her bathroom and gave it to her so she could clean her face.
She takes a few moments to compose herself.
”T-Thank you… This is all just… I don’t know. It’s a lot to think about.”
You give her a long, loving hug.
You tell her you don't expect anything from her. You just don't want everything to be awkward because of this.
You tell her goodnight.
”A-Anon… Wait..!”
You stopped just before you got up.
”I-I need you tonight. Please don’t leave me alone.”
That instantly made blood rush to your cheeks. You weren't expecting her to ask for that.
Seeing how distraught she was earlier, you agreed that she probably needed this.
You tossed off everything except your underwear and slid into her bed.
She curled up behind you, her large soft breasts pressing up against your back. Her pawed hands pulled you close and pulled the blankets over the two of you.
Despite her spooning you like this, you didn’t start pitching a tent. You were just living in the moment.
Even through her night gown, she felt so warm. It reminded you so much of when you slept with her in your innocent younger years.
Her paws were gentle against your bare skin. Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy.
You still felt bad for causing all of this, but hearing your mother’s relaxed sigh behind you melted those thoughts away. There wasn’t anything sexual about cuddling with her. She needed this for tonight.
You closed your eyes.
”I love you, Anon.” She whispered.
I love you too, mom.
Perhaps everything wasn't ruined. Maybe everything would be alright.
Sleep came much quicker than usual that night.
You stir a bit in the bed as you wake up.
There is a disappointing lack of warmth behind you from last night.
But you couldn’t exactly complain. You felt so well-rested.
Your sleep was dreamless and deep. Probably the best you had in a while.
You opened your eyes and looked at the clock on your mother’s nightstand.
It was 7:50 am, A little over an hour until you had to be at work.
You wanted to stay in her comfy bed, but your stomach began to protest.
So you got up and went to your room to get dressed, grabbing your dirty clothes that you had thrown on the floor from last night.
After getting dressed for work, you made your way into the living room.
The alluring smell of delicious bacon filled your nostrils, making your desire to eat even stronger.
Mom was in the kitchen, wearing her baggy pajama bottoms and a sports bra.
You had been used to her wearing some rather intriguing outfits around the house.
Her long hair was messy too. Evidently she hadn’t brushed it after getting out of bed.
You had just chalked it up to being an middle-aged lady thing. After all, who was she trying to look good for?
”Good morning, sweetie.”
She gave you a sheepish wave as you sat down.
You waved back with a little smile, and slid into the chair at the end of the table.
”I cooked you some bacon and eggs for breakfast. Not very original, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”
She chuckled nervously as she put a plate in front of you, loaded with crispy bacon and fluffy golden scrambled eggs.
She put her own plate at the seat closest to you, sitting down to your right.
As you ate, you noticed she was hardly touching her food. She kept glancing at you, watching you eat.
She was clearly still thinking about what happened last night.
After a bit of nothing happening, she broke the silence.
”A-Anon, I’m… really sorry about what happened last night.”
You gave her a sidelong glance as you ate, listening intently.
”What I did was… absolutely unacceptable for me to do as a mother.”
She let out an uneasy sigh. Her ears were folded and she seemed unable to look you in the eyes.
”I-I can leave you alone today if I made you uncomfortable. I understand if yo-”
You stopped her by putting your palm over her furred hand on the table.
She looked at you, somewhat confused.
I’m not mad at you, mom.
”B-But Anon… I tried to-”
You squeezed the top of her hand, doubling down on your statement.
You reassure her.
Explain that she clearly didn’t mean to act this way. She was scared, desperate.
You didn’t quite know why she was calling herself a bad mother last night, but there was probably some weird maternal psychology thing going on that you didn’t understand.
”I-”
Mom opened her mouth again like she was about to protest further, but the words died in her throat.
You tell her that you just want to move past this so that things aren’t weird between you.
You didn’t need this hanging over both of your heads.
She thinks for a moment, then nods in agreement.
”O-Okay.. Okay sweetie.”
She asks one last time, though.
”A-Are you absolutely sure you’re not upset…?”
You nod and smile. Squeezing her hand once more.
Her muzzle curls into a pained smile, looking like she was about to cry.
The fur below her eyes got damp as a few tears streamed down her face.
But she was clearly overjoyed that you weren’t mad at her.
You got up from your chair and held out your arms, inviting her for a hug.
She stood up and wrapped her furry arms around you, holding you tightly. Her breasts pressed against your chest.
She didn’t let go for a good minute, as if scared that you’d never come back if she did.
”H-How did I get blessed with such a wonderful son like you…”
Her shaky, yet sincere words lit a fire in your chest.
As she let you go, the two of you stood together, just looking at each other.
You reached up to her face and wiped the wetness away from the fur below her eyes.
Part of you wanted to pull her close and just french kiss her right then and there, but you didn’t want to do anymore damage to what you had.
Just keep the fantasies as fantasies.
Before you parted from her, she leaned in and gave you a little peck on the cheek.
”Please be safe at work, sugar-bun. I love you.”
I love you too, mom.
You gave her one last brief hug before you headed out the door.
Things were going to be okay. Yesterday would just be an awkward memory.
Things would be normal again.
At least you thought.
Chloe sat at the sofa in the living space, staring blankly at the television.
She was not paying any attention to what was playing; she was deep in thought, contemplating the events that had transpired up until now.
She still hadn’t forgiven herself for what happened last night, but her son’s assurances that he wasn’t angry or disgusted by her actions brought her a small measure of comfort.
There were still doubts, though. Doubts screaming at her that Anon might have been telling white lies to keep her from breaking down.
He had told her that he wanted to move past this, to have things go back to the way they were, but Chloe knew that things would never be the same again.
Pandora’s box had been opened and she had been thrust into a sea of emotions that, in her 46 years of living, she had never experienced before.
Emotions that she didn’t have a name for, but she was quickly beginning to understand them.
She had been deprived of romantic intimacy for far too long.
Back then, she was so committed to ensuring her son had a good upbringing that she had neglected herself such things, but everything came secondary to her beloved baby boy.
And boy, did that dedication pay off.
Seeing him blossom into the smart, well-mannered young man she had raised him to be brought her more joy than anything else in the world.
That euphoria alone allowed her to ignore those fleeting desires.
Desires that were the reason Anon came to be.
Desires that led to her heart being broken by a man who got cold feet when a child came into the picture.
She growled and shook her head, ejecting the thoughts of that pitiful excuse of a man out of her mind.
The game had changed now.
Laying with Anon in bed last night had reignited that need for closeness.
It was only made worse by his admission that he found her attractive.
Her, of all people.
A 46 year old fox woman well past her prime who was bordering on being overweight.
She had known that Anon was ogling her when she wasn’t looking, especially after he hit puberty.
It wasn’t rare a rare occurrence she’d turn her head and see him staring, only for him to quickly avert his gaze.
That attention made her feel wanted and desirable, but she had originally chalked it up to him just being a hormonal teenager who just wanted to bed the nearest woman as quickly as possible.
The ogling continued into adulthood, however, and now with the knowledge that he may actually have genuine interest in her, the feeling of being wanted made her disgusted with herself.
Disgusted, not just because it was coming from her son but because deep down she was enjoying that attention.
She shouldn’t have been enjoying it.
It wasn’t normal.
She was his mother for fucks sake.
She was starting to miss him, even though he had been gone for only 30 minutes.
Then, there was an aching warmth growing in her loins.
She really couldn’t believe in herself.
How did she fall so far from being a model mother?
She got up from the sofa and made her way into Anon’s room.
She climbed into his bed and planted her face into the pillows, inhaling deeply.
Her ears twitched and her tail wagged as she took in his scent.
It had all the hallmarks of a man who was in his prime.
Fertile. The polar opposite of herself.
Oh, how she wished he would come home from work and just take her in his own bed.
Chloe spread her legs and slid a pawed hand into her pants, discarding all inhibitions with a shuddering moan.
...
How utterly depraved, she thought to herself.
She had to clean this up.
Even a human nose would be able to piece together what took place.
Your legs felt like jello.
Your entire shift had been agonizing.
It seems like everyone and their dog decided to do their grocery shopping today, all around the same time.
As such, you had been on your toes since you got here.
You had skipped out on taking breaks up to this point.
Taking breaks meant that the backlog of shelves to restock would just get worse.
It didn’t help that this place was understaffed.
Consequence of paying barely above minimum wage.
You finally took a 10 minute break to let your legs rest and re-hydrate a bit.
You couldn't stop thinking about mom.
You had told her you wanted to move past it, but it had been stuck in your head since this morning.
Thankfully, she seemed relatively happy after your little conversation during breakfast.
Still, you were a little afraid of what would happen this evening.
Would things be back to normal, or had this permanently damaged your relationship with her?
You really hoped it would be the former because things would be really uncomfortable were it the latter.
You didn’t know anyone you could room with if shit hit the fan.
The only thing you could do right now was grit your teeth and tough out your miserable shift.
So you did just that.
As the hours dragged on, eventually it was time for you to clock out.
You sat in silence as you drove in the rush hour traffic.
Eventually you made it home, gave the door a few knocks and walked in.
”Hi sweetie~!”
Mom practically skipped as she approached.
She spread her arms wide and caught you in a tight hug, nuzzling her head into your neck.
She was quite bubbly this evening.
Her fluffy tail was frantically batting on the door.
Eventually she let you go and let out a small chuckle with a wide toothy smile.
”How was work, dear? Not too busy I hope?”
You shook your head, your tired face doing little to hide your exhaustion.
”Aww…”
She leaned in and planted a couple kisses on your cheek.
”Well… I normally I’d make us something delicious to help, but…”
Her ears folded and tilted her head down.
”I haven’t made a run to the store lately, so I don’t have anything to make…”
You frowned internally upon hearing that, you were really looking forward to some of mom’s cooking after this hard day of work.
You weren’t about to let it ruin your evening, however.
You propose that you both go out together on a little dinner date. Something to help get your minds off things.
Her ears perked up.
”Oh~? Where would we go?”
You told her you’d look up some of the local restaurants since you didn’t have anything in mind yet.
”Ah, well I’ll go dress in something more appropriate in the mean time.”
Just before she disappeared into her bedroom, she said one more thing.
”Make sure you pick something good, sugarbun!”
When you got to your bedroom, you were surprised to see that it was immaculate.
You didn’t live like trailer trash, but occasionally your room would be a tad disorganized.
You called out to mom, asking if she had cleaned your room.
”Oh, yes! I figured I’d do some tidying up since I had nothing better to do.” She said from behind her bedroom door.
You raised an eyebrow. Didn’t she say she needed to go to the store?
”W-Well, by the time I finished cleaning I assumed you were on your way home. I didn’t remember until then. W-Whoops…” She chucked with a tinge of nervousness.
You figured that she had forsaken getting groceries for cleaning up your room as a sort of apology for last night.
She even changed the sheets and covers on your bed.
She really did care about you.
After searching a bit on your phone and getting dressed suitably, you decided on a local Italian joint called Antonio’s Café.
Mom was waiting for you in the dining room.
She had on a black dress with lavender floral patterns and high heels.
Like most of her dresses, this one rode close to her figure, showing off her generous curves.
Her purse was under her arm, and she even had some nice earrings on.
You told her she looked really nice.
”Oh you little flirt~” She giggled and playfully poked you in the chest with a clawed finger as you walked out together.
Her high heels clacked on the concrete as she slid her arm around yours.
You glanced to the side. She walked with a nice sway to her gifted hips as she clung to you.
Chloe simply tilted her head and smiled at you warmly when she noticed you looking.
Tonight was looking to be a good one.
You had opted on getting a ride share since you were expecting the two of you to drink.
You needed to unwind after an exhausting day at work.
She needed to relax after what happened yesterday.
So you sat there in the back seat of your ride share, Chloe holding your hand as she gazed out the window.
Your eyes wandered over her form.
She looked really nice in that dress.
She turned around, catching you looking a little too long.
But she didn't say anything. She just smiled warmly at you and squeezed your palm.
Soon, you arrived at the restaurant.
The inside of the place definitely had that historic feel to it.
Red brick walls with paint that was well over 40 years old.
Antique decorations and advertising posters from years gone by were hung on the walls and ceiling.
It made it difficult to nail down what kind of atmosphere this restaurant was going for.
The waitress sat you down in one of the booth tables.
The seats were a comfy red leather and the light from the overhead lamp was a soft yellow that wasn't harsh on the eyes.
The chatter of other diners, along with the occasional clink of eating utensils hitting dishware filled the air.
Delicious scents hit your nostrils, making your mouth water a bit.
You had gotten Alsace Riesling for your drink. Chloe had went with Pinot noir.
For your meal, you had ordered Penne alla Vodka. Chloe wanted some meat in her diet and decided to get a steak with a side of Fettuccine Alfredo.
While you waited, you snacked on garlic bread dipped in olive oil and sipped on your wine. Didn't want to drink on an empty stomach and get shitfaced.
Chloe was looking at you, that comforting warm smile ever-present on her face.
You put your hand on the table and she reached to grasp it, squeezing tight.
"You know... it's been quite an experience, seeing you grow up so fast."
You sat there silently, letting her words settle.
"I'm sorry that I brought you into this world with an incomplete family, dear."
You shook your head and reassured her. She had done nothing but her best for you.
"I know, I know, I just feel like I could've done more for your future."
The economy that shafted middle-class people wasn't her fault, you explained.
"Mmm. You're too nice to me."
Eventually your food arrived.
The vodka sauce was rich with flavor and satisfyingly creamy on the pasta.
Chloe was enjoying her meal just as much as you were, from the looks of it.
You wish that dress she was wearing had a bigger cleavage window, but that was just your dick talking.
Chloe looked gorgeous regardless.
Eventually you had both finished your meals.
You paid the check and called for another ride share.
Chloe was by your side, hugging your arm the whole time.
She wasn't drunk, but certainly having a nice buzz.
On the way back, she was leaning into your shoulder.
Her soft breathing was rather relaxing.
You closed your eyes and held her hand, taking in the moment.
Today had been good.
Once you had gotten back home, you had asked mom if she was good for the night.
"Of course, dear~ Why wouldn't I be?" She giggled.
You hinted at yesterday, which made her smile falter a bit, but she assured you.
"I'll be okay, hun."
She paused for a moment before speaking up again.
"Unless... you want company tonight again?"
You admit to her that last night was the most rest you had gotten in a while.
"Mmm. I wouldn't mind if you joined me again dear."
She heads into her room and off to the bathroom to get dressed for bed.
You strip down to your underwear and get settled in her bed.
Chloe strides in with an interesting choice of sleeping clothes
A comfy looking oversized tee and panties
Evidently bra-less from the way her breasts looked under the shirt
She sits down on her side of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under her weight.
You asked if you could be the big spoon tonight.
Her tail flicked once, then she giggled and nodded, laying on her side and adjusting her pillow.
You scooted up behind her and wrapped your arm around her mid-section, pulling the two of you together.
You felt her relax against you and she let out a contented sigh.
You held her for a while.
Feeling the way she breathed as her chest rose and fell.
Watching how her pointy fox ears twitched every so often.
This kind of intimacy was something you weren't used to, but it felt amazing.
Your hands roamed on her stomach, very slowly.
She felt chubbier than she looked.
But it certainly didn't make her ugly.
If anything, it was a cherry on top of her gifted hips.
You got bold and pulled up the hem of her shirt just enough to get your hands directly on her belly.
Her fur was so incitingly soft.
The flesh underneath was weighted, but plushy and satisfying to squeeze.
Chloe didn't make any attempt to stop you.
She simply allowed it.
Her breathing was definitely faster, though.
So was yours.
Your excitement was not being well hidden either.
Her voluptuous behind was pressed into your crotch.
Her fluffy tail, trapped between your embrace, squirmed as it tried to sway.
You felt her pawed hand grasp yours, and she guided you upwards to her chest before stopping midway.
"A-Anon, are you sure...? Sure that you want to do this?"
Her voice was a low whisper, but plenty audible in the silence of the bedroom.
You answered her question with your own, asking her if she was okay with this.
She inhaled deeply and sighed, then nodded.
There was no going back after this.
"I never dreamed I'd be doing this with you, but I've wanted to feel loved again for a long time..."
You tell her that she's always been loved by you.
She chuckles a bit
"I don't mean the kind of love from a mother and son, dear. I mean the kind of sexy love that lovers share."
You feel a little stupid for not picking up that hint.
But If she was okay with this, you weren't going to turn down the opportunity.
You start groping her ample breast, your hand barely able to grasp the whole thing.
Chloe gave a low hum of approval.
"Mmm..."
After a bit of massaging, you felt her nipple perking up slightly from under her fur.
You played with it a bit, pinching lightly and flicking it with your fingers.
She responded with soft moans that were music to your ears.
You wanted to make your mother feel good.
She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
She then shifted herself and laid flat on her back.
She gently grasped your hand once more and slowly brought it just above her crotch.
You hesitated, but she reassured you.
"I want you to touch me, honey."
You slid your hand into her panties and explored.
The look on her face was pure anticipation.
There was a lot of fur down there, thick and coarser than the fur on the rest of her body.
It was very hot and wet between her legs, she had been enjoying this the whole time.
You slid your fingers inside her.
Her breath hitched and she arched her back slightly.
"Ooh... "
Then you started wiggling them inside her.
"Yes... Like that, hun."
The wetness of her walls made it easy to slide your fingers in and out.
The sounds of her gentle moans and the obscene shlicking of your fingers filled the bedroom.
After a little while of this teasing, she pulled your hand away from her crotch, towards her face and licked the juices off of your fingers.
"I want to taste you, honeybun."
Her voice was a low rumble and dripping with desire.
She turned towards you and cupped your face, bringing you closer until she caught your lips in a kiss.
She tilted her head slightly to accommodate her snout.
Her longer tongue danced together with yours in your mouth.
The two of you remain connected for some time before she breaks the kiss.
"I need you, Anon."
Her tone was a mix between a request and demand, but you were waiting for this moment.
You sit up and quickly slip off your underwear, your inhibitions losing to your lust and desire to pleasure your mother.
Chloe spreads her legs for you and you line yourself up with her entrance.
"Take me, sweetie. I'm yours."
She needed this, you needed this.
You slowly enter her at first, then lean down closer to her head.
"O-Oh goodness... I've missed this feeling so much..."
The two of you lock in a passionate kiss once again as you start to thrust inside.
Chloe moans blissfully into your mouth as she wraps her arms around your shoulders.
Eventually you break the kiss look down at her body.
Her furry breasts bounce with each thrust. Her pudgy stomach wobbles as you pound her sex.
This felt better than you could've ever imagined.
It was surreal this was even happening.
There was so much history between you two.
So much love.
This was the best possible thing that could've come from your mistake.
"Sweetheart.. I-I'm getting close.. O-Oh gosh.."
You leaned down one last time and kissed your mother deeply as the two of you climaxed.
Chloe wrapped her legs around you, preventing you from pulling out.
She was practically screaming into your mouth from her orgasm as her body trembled. Her essence leaked out onto your crotch as she came.
Your mind was too mush to even think of pulling out. The embrace just made you feel closer to her than ever.
The two of you lay together, still coupled and occasionally kissing as you rode out your highs.
You express the concern about not pulling out.
"Oh, sweetie I'm long past that point. You couldn't get me pregnant even if you wanted to."
She giggled and brought you in for a chaste peck on the cheek.
"Now, I think we need to clean off. Would you mind joining me in the shower, dear?"
Her face told a less innocent story with that predatory smirk on her snout.
She clearly had plans for you two.
This was going to possibly be the best night of your life.
FIN
Thank you for reading.