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 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 pick up what took place.