Mother's Day

Dylan Robinson was not usually one to squirm in his seat. He was usually very well-behaved and attentive, never disruptive, always a good student. Today, however, he was nervous because it was his birthday and his mom had promised him a special treat if he got an A on his final for English. He was pretty good in most of his classes but he always had a problem with grammar so they had worked out a contract. He didn't know what the treat was but he assumed it would be something really good since he had been getting happy 18th birthdays from his friends and teachers all day.

Mrs. Stilton, an older mouse lady, was the teacher and he always got a kick out of her name. She was stern but not cruel and knew that he had been working hard on improving his grade in this class. As she approached his desk she slowed down and gave him just the tiniest upturn of her lips to betray a knowing smile as she placed the packet upside down on his desk. He held his breath and peeled up the corner to see a minus sign. He felt his heart drop and then immediately shoot back up again when he saw an A next to it.

He had to bite his lower lip and clench his fist to keep from cheering out loud. Waves of relief washed over him. He could get into the school of his choice now, sure, but he mostly just wanted to know what the treat was from his mom. Once the bell rang, he snapped a picture on his phone and sent it to his mother. She had specifically told him to send it before he left school, for some reason. He assumed it was so she could get his treat ready, whatever that was. Part of him hoped it was a car, but he knew that was a big ask. Dylan had never met his father and had no interest. If he had wanted to be part of his life than he wouldn't have disappeared while his mother was pregnant. He loved his mother and asking a single mother to get him a car wasn't even something he would consider, but he still hoped.

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About ten miles away, Alexis Robinson was doing some housework when she heard her phone chirp at her. She was not usually so excited but she was waiting on her son to let her know how he did. She held the phone up to her face so it was unlocked and tapped the message. Front and center was her beautiful boy holding up an exam that said A minus on it. His features helf a little bit of the wider face she had as a black panther but was mostly canine like his father. She had to tease him just a little bit and she typed back 'A minus? I thought we agreed on an A? I don't know if you deserve your present, Dylan.' and she set the phone down to go back to her chores while she waited for a response. The p[hone chirped immediately and she chuckled to herself, picking it back up. She was rewarded with a picture of her son giving her the puppydog eyes that always melted her heart. She laughed a little bit, her border collie son's pouty lips and big shimmering eyes broke her down. She was going to cave anyway, but this way he never would know how excited she was to give him his present anyway. She probably would have done so if he had gotten a B. She responded 'All right, all right. Find something to do and come home at 5 on the dot. Your reward will be given to you in your room.

The panther put down her phone and placed a hand to her heart. She had done everything she could to raise her son right. They were so close it was almost painful and she had known for months now what she was going to do for her sweet boy. He had worked so hard to get that one last grade up and she knew it would secure him a place wherever he wanted to go in life. She finished up her last few chorses and went to go take a shower and freshen up for her big surprise for her son.

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Dylan came running up the highway, tongue lolling out and tail wagging behind him. He opened the door and bouldered his way into the house, "MOM?!" He yelled and didn't hear anything. He walked quickly down the left hallway to his side of the ranch style house. His mother's room was at the left end. She had made sure he could have his privacy when he wanted, but they usually spent a lot of time together in the living room. His mom was his best friend and had been ever since he was able to walk. "Mom?" he said, remembering that she had said his present would be in his room. He made it to his door and turned the handle, slowly cracking it open and leaning around the edge to peek in. If his backpack had not been on his shoulder he would have dropped it in surprise.

Alexis Robinson, Dylan's mother and best friend, the most important person in his world, was sitting on his bed wearing the sheerest negligee he could have imagined. She was already almost a head taller than him but seeing her basically nude overwhelmed his senses. Pink frills at the neck, hem, and wrists of the sheer fabric made her look like some sort of pinup from the 70s and the thin fabric only hinted at modesty and did not actually provide any. He had known since he hit puberty that his mother was gorgeous and stacked and hung like a...well, a horse would be the obvious answer but also very accurate as the horsecock she sported which was currently draped over her thigh. She had what all the porn sites he had been to described as 'mommy milkers' which was a silly term but also probably the best way he could describe the titanic mounds he was seeing almost fully uncovered for the first time. Like everywhere else, her fur was a velvet black that shimmered when the light hit it just right but her nipples, each the size of his fists, were a soft pink color.

"Mom? What are you doing?" he said, quietly, sticking more of his head in the room. He didn't stick anything more than that because there was no way his mother wouldn't see the raging boner he'd popped and currently hid from her with his bedroom door.

"Happy Birthday!" she replied, a big grin on her faceas she quickly tossed her phone aside and stood up, swishing over to the door and scooping him up in a big hug, "I'm so proud of you, sweetie. I knew you'd get that A. You're so smart." She squeezed him in tight and he found his face buried in her deep cleavage. This was a place he had been many times before but never with so sheer of a barrier before. She never dressed like this around the house that he had seen before and he was acutely aware that his very stiff length was rubbing against his mother's crotch. He could feel the heat pressing against him and he was completely overwhelmed by whatever this situation was. He pulled back, extracting himself from her embrace and stepped back.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why are you wearing that? What is happening?" He tried to act non-chalant and drape his hands over hir crotch but there was no way he was being nearly as sneaky as he thought he was. His mother's eyes dipped down and he could swear he saw her lick her lips for a brief moment.

She sat down on his bed again, patting the blanket next to her and said, "It's time I think we had a talk." He stood still for a moment but he trusted and loved his mother so he sat down, finally. "Sweetie, I know you've had a really hard time meeting girls...or boys...or whatever. You've spent so much time focusing on your school that you haven't had time for any of that. I know you're a healthy young man, though and....you have needs. I'm not blind. I've seen you looking at me." If it wasn't for his black and white fur, he would be beet red at that point but even without that his discomfort was obvious. "It's ok, I don't mind! It makes me feel good to know that I am still attractive in my old age..."

"Mom, you're barely forty..." he said, rushing to defend his mother as she made the self-depricating comment. He placed a hand on her thigh and could feel the heat from her crotch, warm and enticing. He had to hold back from sliding his hand further.

"You're so sweet. Still, I committed myself to being there for you and giving you anything you need. So...." She reached her own hand out and placed it on the uncomfortable, straining hardness trapped in his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Only if you are ok with it, I want to help you f-" She was cut off as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her, making a pleasant moaning sound she could hear and feel. She melted against him and placed her hand on the side of his face, never taking her hand off his own warm, restrained member. It felt like an entire lifetime as she melted against her boy's lips, only breaking free when she realized his hand had bridged the final gap and had wrapped around her furry sheath. She pulled back and moaned softly. She had been aroused enough at this whole idea she had that her cock was draped over her thigh but now it started to rise up. She slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of her son.

Dylan, a champion at masturbation as any boy his age would be, still almost came in his pants at the sight of his beautiful mother kneeling between his legs. He held on somehow, even as she unbuttoned his pants, reaching in a velvet soft hand to scoop his restrained member free. She carefully pulled his balls out and gave each of them the softest, gentlest kiss with his almost angry looking dick blocking the view. He felt it though and gasped first in delight and then horror as a jet of thin precum splashed over his own mother's face. Everything up to this point had seemed surreal and dreamlike but seeing his own slippery liquid in a thin streak over her muzzle. She quickly swiped her broad tongue over it, slurping his mess up and he shuddered in arousal, feeling his cock throb in need from the display.

He felt a need to protest somewhere in the deepest part of his brain but it was completely overshadowed by all the blood flowing to his dick and to the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His mother's soft hand wrapped gently around his length and gave it a slow stroke from base to tip and back again, smearing his wetness around while her broad, flat tongue dragged it's rough surface over his balls, tickling them a bit in the process but even that tiny protest deep in his brain wouldn't dare to complain about that. He'd smothered it just as it popped up and he just watched his mother giving slow, gentle attention to him. Her other hand reached up under his shirt and rubbed over his firm stomach. He wasn't on any sports teams but he prided himself on keeping fit. He was the opposite of his mother. She was more like a fertility statue than an athlete but she always seemed to have boundless energy anyway.

His musing was completely interrupted by the feeling of one of his balls being completely swallowed by his mother. Her plump lips first kissing the orb and her cheeks sinking in as she applied strong pressure to the task. It popped in almost comically and he gasped, another thick arc of pre splashing across her face. He whimpered softly, a bit of a canine whine inching into his noises as she had barely moved her hand in that whole time, her soft paw moving up and down his length just once. After what seemed like his entire life passing, he felt her start to swipe her tongue over his ball more roughly, immediately swiping up the saliva she soaked it in. Finally she started moving her hand back and forth, slowly stroking him as she nursed on that nut, eventually switching to the other to repeat the process. The entire time she kept her eyes locked with his and he wasn't sure how he could last. He already felt his knot starting to swell and if she didn't let up he was going to go from the best day of his life to the worst. "M...mom...I...I can't..." he whimpered and she immediately let go and pulled her mouth off with an audible slurp and pop. His cock was an angry red and he looked miserable.

"We aren't even close to done but it's your birthday. Where do you want mommy to take your first load as an adult?" She held out her hands together, cupped as if to receive a blessing while her big, wide tongue lolled out. The sight almost caused him to lose it on the spot and he couldn't help but grab his length and furiously start stroking himself. He felt some measure of shame as he reached out and put one hand on the back of his mother's head but all that shame melted away as she cooed lightly, "It's ok. Let it all out. Mommy wants it. Mommy needs it." whispering encouragingly to him as his fist flew up and down his length. He grunted once, twice, and then was shooting the thickest ropes he'd ever shot in his life. She caught some of it in her hands and kept cooing encouragement to him as he ran his fingers through her hair, practically sobbing at the pleasure. After a good solid minute he sat back down on the edge of the bed, panting. His cock was still raging hard and he watched her lap his mess up from her hands.

"Such a good boy. Mommy wants more, though. I raised you to always give your best." She gave a long, slow slurping of his seed, letting it drip lewdly off her chin as she did, "Do you want to fuck mommy now?" He looked down and saw that she had grown almost as hard as he had during this whole process. Her thick flared head was buried between her breasts, the heavy orbs completely swallowing most of her length but leaving the head sticking out. He stared down at her, not responding for several long moments, prompting her to look concerned. Had she gone too far? She knew it was a risk but she loved him so much and wanted him to be happy. She opened her mouth to apologize but was interrupted by him kneeling in front of her and burying his face in her cleavage, his tongue swiping over the broad, flared head of her cock. She gasped loudly and brought her hands to the back of his head, smearing his seed through his hair. She briefly thought she'd need to help him clean up later and even that thought encouraged her. She kissed the top of his head over and over and felt herself shudder before groaning at the feeling of him dragging his inexperienced tongue over the flared tip of her length.

She was about to tell him he didn't have to do that when she gasped loudly, feeling his smaller tongue worming its way inside the tip of her cock. She hissed in pleasure and dragged her claws, careful not to hurt her precious boy, through his headfur, groaning softly as she almost shamefully felt her length pulsing a thick drop of her own pre on her son's tongue. She held her breath, waiting for him to be angry or disgusted. She didn't know how much of his attention was feeling a need to reciprocate and how much was his actual desire. It was confirmed when she felt him moan softly and wrap his lips around as much of her thick flared head as he could, sucking on it firmly and swiping his tongue along that pearl of pre. He was, of course, inexperienced though and he came up for air after only a few seconds, panting and more beautiful than she had ever seen before. She held his cheeks between her sticky paws and kissed him again, both of them breathing heavily through their nostrils as their tongues twirled together. She only separated when even she was so overwhelmed that she needed air as well.

She stood up abruptly and pulled him up with her, panting, "Do you want to suck mommy's dick? You don't have to. I won't be mad." He all but wrestled her onto the bed in response and she whoofed out a breath of air when she landed. She laid out across her sweet baby boy's bed, there amongst posters from movies and video games, amongst the bookshelves and computer desk they had picked out together. She sprawled out on the comforter she had gotten him for his birthday two years ago, her heavy tits sagging to either side and making her feel subconscious even as he pulled off all of his own clothes and pulled her negligee open, her cock standing up straight and achingly hard. She watched him crawl onto the bed with her and mirror her earlier move of giving attention to her balls. His smaller tongue slipped and smeared all over the heavy orbs, the much larger woman placing the back of her forearm over her eyes and moaning loudly, a thick arc of her own pre arcing at least a foot in the air to splatter on his strong back as he worshipped her nuts. His hand sliding along her sheath, too small to fully wrap around it, tickled the soft fur there and she couldn't help but buck her hips. "Baby, I love you so much and I want this more than anything but I think you need to work up to that."

She reached down and, after caressing his cheek softly, coaxing him back off her swollen sac, cupping it and lifting it up. He felt as if he was looking on pure beauty as she exposed her slit to him. He stared at it for several long moments, unsure what to do when presented with such a gift. He had his own dick so at least knew how to make one of those feel good but this was completely new territory for him. He watched a clear drop of wetness ooze down the crinkled folds, the pale pinkess of his mother's slit magnified in that wetness and he felt his length return to the aching hardness he had felt before. Deep in his most primal thoughts he knew what to do and he raised up to kneel in front of her. Tentatively, somehow worried he was going too far even after slurping all over his mother's nuts, he rubbed his paws over her inner thighs. She smiled gently at him, "It's ok baby. I want you to."

He wriggled forward, gripping his length and angling it down until he felt the pointy tip of his length nestled in under the warmth of his mother's sac, the tip just barely brushing over those warm, wet folds and sending an electric shock through him that caused him to involuntarily buck his hips forward. The first inch of his cock buried immediately in the warmth of those folds and he gasped loudly, fingers digging into her thighs. She cooed more encouragement to him, "What a good boy. You can do it. Fill up mommy. I need it so bad. I need you. I need you to fuck your mommy. Fuck your mommy, Dylan. Do it. Be the strong man I know you are." Maybe it was the lewdness coming from her or maybe it was just the primal urges deep inside him but he wrapped his arms around one of her thick, meaty legs and he buried himself as deep as he could. He made it to the knot and inhaled a deep breath of pleasure before pulling back and sliding forward again.

Alexis pulled her arm off her eyes, needing to watch her son as he buried himself in her. She practically melted just looking at his determined face. She had been alone for so long. She had never planned on this when he was growing up but once he started reaching puberty she saw the looks. She wasn't blind. She knew she excited him. She had heard him jerking off in the middle of the night. She had heard him call out 'mommy!' when he came. Now they didn't have to dance around it. She could give him what he needed and what she desperately wanted to give him. She reached out and placed a hand on his firm chest and groaned, "OH Dylan, you're so good. Keep going." He leaned forward as he started pushing more insistently. She could feel him trying to slide that extra few inches, trying to part her opening with his thick knot. He was big and if he didn't know it before, he seemed to realize it now.

His earlier release left him with a steeper hill to climb but he was still climbing it rapidly. He could feel, deep inside him, that he was going to cum again soon. His built in imperative meant he knew he absolutely needed more than anything to get his knot in and he switched from deep thrusts to pushing firmly. He whined and whimpered trying to force his thick knot into his mother's folds but he wasn't quite making it. "That's it, baby. You can do it. Oh you're so big, you're such a big boy. I need it. Can you give me your knot, baby?" She cooed, bringing her hands to the back of his head and holding him in close. His weight pressed her own length between her tits, burying it in her deep valley and he popped the head of her cock in his mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop as he ground his hips against her, trying so hard to bury himself fully in his mother. It seemed impossible and he locked eyes with her again looking desperate. She pulled his head off her cock and held his cheeks, "Dylan Robinson, you fuck your mommy's cunt right now. You shove that knot in there so your cum never leaks out."