Celebrating Mothers on Their Special Day
Dylan Robinson wasn't someone who often fidgeted in his seat. He was well-behaved and attentive, never causing a disturbance, always a good student. Today, though, he was feeling anxious since it was his birthday and his mom had promised him a special reward if he scored an A in his English final. He wasn't bad in most of his classes, but he had issues with grammar. They'd worked out a deal. He didn't know what the reward would be, but he supposed it would be something pretty amazing since he'd been getting cheerful 18th birthdays from his friends and teachers throughout the day.
Mrs. Stilton, an elderly mouse lady, was the instructor, and he always got a kick out of her name. She was strict but not cruel and knew that Dylan had been working hard to improve his grade in this class. As she approached his desk, she slowed down and gave him a sly grin as she set down a flip-over on his desk. He held his breath and revealed a minus symbol. His heart sunk and instantly jumped back up again when he spotted an A next to it.
He had to bite his lower lip and clench his fist to suppress his joy. He could enroll in the college of his choosing now, but what he mainly longed for was to know what the treat was from his mom. When the bell rang, he snapped a photo of the exam on his phone and sent it to his mother. She had specifically asked him to send it before he left school, for some reason. He assumed it was to prepare his treat, which remained a mystery. He hoped it would be a car, but he knew that was wishful thinking. Dylan had never met his father and had no interest. If he'd wanted to be a part of his life, he wouldn't have vanished during his mother's pregnancy. He adored his mother and considering requesting a single mom for a car was unimaginable, but he still wished.
About ten miles away, Alexis Robinson was performing housework when her phone bleated at her. She wasn't usually thrilled, but she was anticipating hearing about her son's test. She held the phone up to her face so it was unlocked and tapped the text. Her son's smiling face staring at her, holding up an exam that reported an A-minus. His features showed a somewhat more broad face she shared as a black panther, but he mostly resembled a canine like his father. She had to tease him a little and 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 return to her chores while she waited for a response. The phone chirped instantly, and she laughed to herself, picking it back up. She was certain to give her son his reward anyway, but this made it fun. She most likely would have done so even if he'd received a B. She responded 'Fine, fine. Find something to do and return home at 5 sharp. Your prize will be given to you in your room.'
The panther put down her phone and placed a hand on her chest. She'd done everything she could to raise her son right. They were incredibly close and she'd known for months now what she'd arrange for her lovely boy. He'd worked hard to attain that final grade, and she knew it would secure him a place wherever he desired in life. She completed her remaining chores and went to shower and get ready for her big surprise for her son.
Dylan bounded up the driveway, tongue out, and tail wagging. He shoved through the door and barreled into the house, "MOM?!" He called out, not hearing anything. He rushed down the left hallway to his side of the ranch-style house. His mother's room was at the end of the hall. She'd made sure he could have his privacy when he wanted, but they generally spent a lot of time together in the living room. His mom was his best friend and he'd been this way ever since he learned to walk. "Mom?" he said, remembering that she'd said his present would be in his room. He reached his door and twisted the handle, slowly peeking through the crack. If his backpack had not been on his shoulder, he would have dropped it in shock.
Alexis Robinson, Dylan's mom and closest companion, the most essential individual in his life, was sitting on his bed donning the thinnest negligee he could ever envision. She was already pretty much a head taller than him, yet her negligee's sheerness left him surprised. Pink fringes at the collar, hem, and wrist of the delicate fabric gave her a pinup vibe from the '70s, while the delicate fabric merely insinuated discreetness and did not actually offer any. Dylan had recognized since striking puberty that his mother was beautiful and curvaceous and had a large horse-like penis, which was now hanging over her thigh. She had what every online porn site he'd visited referred to as 'mommy jugs,' an absurd phrase, but potentially the most accurate way to depict the large orbs he was now seeing almost completely unveiled for the first time. Like everywhere, her fur was a velvety black that shimmered when the light hit it just right, and her nipples, each as big as his fists, were a delicate pink hue.
"Mom? What's going on?" he inquired, softly, thrusting his head into the room. He didn't venture any more than his head because there was no way his mother wouldn't see the raging erection he'd gotten and currently hid from her with his bedroom door.
"Happy Birthday!" she responded, a broad grin on her face as she swiftly dismissed her phone and stood up, gliding over to the door and scooping him up in a massive hug, "I'm so proud of you, darling. I knew you'd achieve that A. You're so smart." She squeezed him tightly and he found his face buried in her deep cleavage. The spot he had frequently been in before but never with such a bare barrier in front of him. She had never dressed this way around the house before, and he was well-aware that his rock-hard member was stroking against his mother's crotch. He could sense the heat emanating from her and he was completely astonished by this situation. He retreats, releasing himself from her embrace, and stops.
"Mom, what's happening? Why are you wearing that? What's going on?" He attempted to seem apathetic and drape his hands over his crotch, yet he wasn't nearly as discrete as he believed. His mother's gaze dropped down and he thought he saw her lick her lips for a moment.
She sat back onto his bed again, patting the blanket next to her and saying, "It's time I believe we should have a conversation." He stood still for a moment, but he trusted and loved his mother, so he took a seat. "Sweetie, I'm aware you've had a difficult time meeting girls...or boys...or whatever. You've put so much effort into your school that you haven't made time for any of that. I know you're a fit young man, but..." If it weren't for his black and white fur, he would've blushed at that point, but even without that, his discomfort was obvious. "You're so sweet. Despite this, I committed myself to being there for you and giving you whatever you need. So..."
She reached out her hand and put it on the uncomfortable, throbbing mass trapped in his pants, squeezing it gently. "If you're okay with it, I want to help you masturbate -" She was interrupted as he leaned in and kissed her, emitting a gratifying moaning sound she could hear and feel. She softened against him and placed her hand on the side of his face, not removing her hand from his hard cock. It felt like living in an endless moment as she melted into her son's lips, only separating when she realized his hand had bridged the last distance and had enveloped her furry sheath. She drew back, moaning softly. She had been aroused enough by the thought of this that her penis was flopping around her thigh, but now it began to stand up straight. She got off the bed and knelt in front of her son.
Dylan, a young man adept at masturbation, was almost overcome with excitement as he witnessed his stunning mother kneeling between his legs. Despite his efforts, he held back from reaching climax as she undid his pants. His mother's velvety hand reached inside, gently freeing his cock and caressing his testicles with a tender kiss. He felt the warm liquid dribble onto her face as he attempted to suppress his moans of delight and shock. He couldn't help but shudder with arousal as he observed her licking up his semen with her long, wet tongue.
A primal instinct trapped deep within his brain urged him to speak out, but his excitement easily overpowered it. His focus set solely on the sensual scene unfolding before his eyes. His mother's hand firmly grasped his lengthly member and slowly moved from base to tip and back again, her tongue grazing his balls with each stroke. A hidden corner of his brain wanted to object, but it was quickly silenced by the blood rushing to his penis and to his heart's desire.
Dylan's mind wandered, noticing his mother's ample curves and her relentless energy. Although she did not closely resemble an athlete, she oozed with boundless energy. The mental distraction was short-lived, however, as his mother's lips engulfed one of his testicles. Sucking it softly, she gently freed it from his pants. The next splurge of precum flew across her cheek, triggering a low, canine whine in Dylan. His mother's hand asserted a steady rhythm, her rough tongue flitting over his skin. This subtle protest was swiftly dismissed from his consciousness.
His eyes were wide open, taking in the spectacle of his mother worshiping him. Despite his boundless arousal, he mumbled weakly, "Mom...I'm not sure I can go..." and she immediately ceased her oral stimulation, releasing his balls with a popping sound. He looked at her with a displeased face as his passionately hardened member throbbed in his hands.
"We're not close to being finished, but today is your birthday. Where would you like me to receive your first load as an adult?" she asked, hair flowing long and sensual, ready to capture his seed. Dylan's hand flew to his dick, stroking feverishly. He felt a brief sense of shame, but this was immediately extinguished when his mother affectionately petted his head, urging him on.
"It's alright. Let yourself go. Mommy needs it," she consoled him in a seductive voice as she watched him prepare for one of the most blissful moments of his life. He tried to find a way to resist, but no words formed in his mind. His hand was a blur as it stimulated himself. He couldn't contain his exhales of enjoyment and eventually approached his orgasm. He uttered a short exclamation as he seized this pleasure, but did not let out a single protest. Several long ropes of semen were expelled from his penis, which his mother eagerly accepted into both hands. She continued to whisper in his ear, "Let go, Dylan. Mommy wants this gift." He grunted twice as he reached his peak before finally sitting back on the bed, struggling to breathe.
Dylan's erection was unyielding as he watched her lap up his liquid from her hands.
"What a wonderful boy. I want more from you, though. I've trained you to always give your best." She took a long, sensual sip of his pleasure, letting it dribble lewdly off her chin as she did, "Do you want to make love to your mother now?" He lowered his gaze and saw that she had grown nearly as erect as he had throughout this entire experience. Her thick, flared head had burrowed between her chest, her enormous breasts completely enveloping most of her length but leaving the head protruding. He stared down at her, not speaking for several long moments, causing her to become worried. Had he drifted too far? She knew it was a risk but she loved him immensely and wanted him to be content. She opened her mouth to apologize but was interrupted by him kneeling in front of her and pressing his face into her cleavage. His tongue flicked against the wide, flared head of her phallus. She gasped loudly and touched the back of his head, smearing his seed through his fur. She contemplated that she might have to help him clean up later, and even that consideration excited her. She kissed the top of his head multiple times and convulsed before groaning at the feeling of him gliding his inexperienced tongue over the flared tip of her length.
She was about to tell him he didn't need to do this when she gasped loudly, sensing his smaller tongue work its way into the tip of her penis. She hissed in delight and clawed his head lightly, avoiding hurting her treasured offspring. She was on the verge of speaking an apology when she felt him moan softly and engulf as much of her thick flared head as he could in his mouth. He started to suck on it firmly and swiped his tongue along the pearly substance. He was inexperienced to be sure, but this was his genuine desire. She realized this when she felt him groan softly and engulf her entire length as much as he could in his mouth, sucking on it fervently and running his tongue over the pearl-like prelube. He halted after a brief time, gasping and more stunning than she'd ever seen before. She patted his cheeks tenderly and kissed him again, both of them recuperating through their noses as their tongues twirled. She only removed her lips when she was so overwhelmed she needed air as well.
She abruptly rose up and yanked him up with her, panting breathlessly, "Do you want to suck on your mother's penis? You don't need to. I won't be angry." He almost wrestled her onto the bed in retaliation, and she panted upon landing. She reclined over her sweet baby's bed, surrounded by posters from movies and video games, amidst the bookshelves and computer desk they had chosen together. She sprawled out on the comforter she had purchased for his birthday two years ago, her sagging tits laying to the sides and making her feel self-conscious even as he removed all of his own attire and exposed her negligee. Her penis stood upright and achingly firm. She watched him crawl up to the bed with her and emulate her previous move of providing attention to her balls. His smaller tongue slipped and rubbed on the heavy orbs, the much larger woman placing her forearm over her eyes and moaning loudly, her entire length spurting a thick splatter of her own lubricant onto his muscular back as he adored her testicles. His finger sliding along her sheath, too small to fully encircle it, tickled the soft fur there and she couldn't help but buck her hips. "Baby, I adore you so much and I want this more than anything, but I believe you need to acclimate."
She then reached down and, after caressing his cheek lovingly and gently swaying him away from her swollen sack, cupped it and lifted it. He believed he saw unbridled beauty before him as she revealed her vagina to him. He watched for several long moments, unsure of what he should do when given this gift. He had his own penis so he had some idea how to stimulate one, but this was uncharted waters for him. He looked up and rubbed his paws over her inner thighs. She smiled fondly at him, "It's okay, baby. I want you to."
Dylan shifted closer to his mother, grabbing his full length and angling it beneath her warmth till he felt the sharp tip against her protective opening. The tiny knob brushed against her wet folds, sending a jolt of electricity through him that made him jerk his hips forward unintentionally. He sank into her flesh hungry hole by an inch, crying out in pleasure with his fingers scratching across her thighs.
"What a good boy," her moan spurred him on, "You're doing great. Fill me up. I need it so badly. My pussy is yours. I need you inside me. Fuck your mommy. Fuck your mommy, Dylan. Please, be the strong man I know you are." The lewd tone or the primal urges inspired him, and he wrapped one of her powerful legs around his arms and pushed himself as deep down as possible. He reached the knot and inhaled, enjoying his breath fill his lungs before slowly pulling back.
Alexis cracked open her eyes to her son's head wedged between her legs. Her eyes traced over his determined face. It's been a while since she had some company. She had never considered this in her mind when he was a child but once she noticed the growing stirring in him, she understood the familiar feelings. When he started to mature she began to comprehend what he experienced during those restless nights. Now they didn't have to sneak around it. She could provide him satisfaction while breathing life into her desires. She squeezed his chest with one hand and grunted, "Oh Dylan, you're so good. Continue." He pressed his face into her, fumbling and trying to move that extra few inches over her resistance. He was large and realizing it now.
Dylan's previous release put more challenges to the task, but he was remarkable at his pursuit. He felt the signs that he was getting close to climaxing, sending his urgent need to feel his knot locked into her core. Switching tactics, he chose deep, strong thrusts that made his mother groan with pleasure. Seeing her seemingly eager to be filled, he switched his large thickness to a firm push. "Yes, baby. You're almost there. That's it. Push that huge cock into my pussy!" She egged him on, tangling her fingers in his hair and guiding his lips towards hers and listening to his struggle. He gritted his teeth as he lost the fight and his eyes met hers. "Dylan Robinson, ram your mother's cunt now. Try to get your knot in!"
Things happened quickly. First, his knob slid past her resistance and locked securely in place. Second, he passed over his peak and filled her with his bursting seed. Third, this pushed her over the edge. Both of them exploded with orgasms as his semen soaked her blankets, large wads of cum squirting out of her pussy. Restless for more, he pushed diligently against her, dragging his tongue across her covered face and gorgeous breasts as he tried desperately to plunge into her heart. Still under the influence of his satisfaction, he drained himself and sighed onto her neck before passing out on top of his mother. His gentle licking lasted until he heard her loving words.
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