Eliza Glennard sat in silence, wearing a judgmental scowl. Her arms were crossed and her sandalled foot bobbed with an irritable cadence. She was in no mood for this...
Opposite the well-groomed, prim and proper anthropomorphic cougar was a twentysomething bunny, dressed in very short shorts and a light blue blouse. The prey specie squirmed under the cougar's glowering gaze.
"Mrs. Glennard...I..."
"Silence!" barked the big cat. The bobbing of her foot-paw sped up and her arms clenched tighter 'round her ample chest. Her businesslike attire leant her a veneer of professional dignity and hid the raw fury she felt at this very moment -- directed at the lapine of loose morals sitting before her.
"I--"
"Didn't you listen to what I just said!?" snarled Eliza. The bunny girl shrank away, burying herself in the sofa and its empty promise of comfort.
The source of the issue lay on the coffee table between them: a small white plastic stick. No, more than that -- a pregnancy test. And on its little display were the requisite markings to show that this rabbit was with child.
Eliza looked down at the item in question. She was wound tight like a spring, ready to suddenly uncoil and release her wrath upon the hapless rabbit for presenting such a sordid talisman.
"You know what this means, don't you Ms. Cherryfoot?"
The bunny's ears perked up at the mention of her name, but soon fell as she parsed the rest of the sentence. Her gaze drifted from the scowling older woman, trying to find anything to distract her.
"I cannot abide a harlot in this house."
"But Mrs. Glennard," the frightened girl protested.
"No buts! Your employment with my household ends right now. Your services are no longer required."
Tears formed in the bunny's eyes. A wet sniff followed their sudden appearance as the young Ms. Cherryfoot steadied herself. She glanced at the cougar-woman, who continued to hold her in contempt.
Then, Eliza stood up and walked across the room. Over to a drawer. Her black knee-length skirt swayed however little it could when pitted 'gainst the thick, muscular legs of an apex predator flexing beneath. With her solid, shapely back to the rabbit she pulled open the drawer with a harsh crack and withdrew a package. Returning to her sofa she tossed it to the rabbit girl.
"This is your severance for the week you've already worked. Enough to keep you from making a fuss and taking care of the little whelp, however you decide to." Her voice was cold. Uncaring. Bitter? There were mixed tones there that only a skilled psychiatrist could decipher correctly.
Ms. Cherryfoot held up the package and stammered: "th-th-thank you! You w-won't hear from me again. I promise!"
"I'll hold you to that, whore," growled her former employer. She gestured to the positive pregnancy test. "Now take that thing with you when you go!"
The rabbit snatched the test from the coffee table and beat a hasty retreat from the house. The patter of timid paws grew quieter and quieter until the slamming of the front door brought a veil of silence over the whole house. Eliza sighed and rubbed her brow. Anger continued to well up inside her. She spent a moment controlling her breathing and letting herself calm before rising to her feet and brushing her skirt.
"Hmmpf," she said to herself, "one half of the problem dealt with..."
* * *
"YOUNG MAN WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT FOOLING AROUND WITH YOUR BABYSITTERS!?"
The door to Teddy's room exploded with all the force his foul-tempered mother could muster. It swung wide and slammed against the wall, shaking every picture-frame and poster-mounting in her son's room. Teddy himself leapt out of his desk chair with the fright of her entrance and turned to see Eliza looming over him, her figure tall and imposing. Immediately the teenage cougar cowed back down and fell into his chair.
His eyes were fixed to the floor. Slowly, carefully, he looked up. Maybe, he thought, he was just imagining this and his overbearing mother wasn't here. Maybe he was having a nightmare. Maybe she hadn't caught him and the pretty Ms. Cherryfoot together earlier...she was so soft and nice...
Scanning the carpet, Teddy's eyes ruefully fell upon evidence to the contrary. There was no mistaking his mom's favourite pair of sandals she wore around the house, nor the oh-so-obvious broad white-furred paws wearing them. Shit. He looked up some more. Strong, sturdy ankles. Yep, still his mother's...
Shins...knees...that jet-black business skirt she always wore on weekdays...the buttoned-up blazer with white collared shirt underneath...the shoulder pads that screamed 'power' and 'ruthlessness' in the boardroom...
Teddy gazed the rest of the way up to his mother's face. He stopped and saw her enraged expression, doing his best puppy-dog (or kitty-cat) eyes to try and dissuade her from yet another scolding.
He failed. Miserably.
"Well? What have you got to say for yourself mister?"
"M-mom! It's not my fault -- the first night we were watching a movie and it was cold and I asked if I could snuggle next to her and then I felt really hot and wanted to hug her and--"
A deep growl rang out, filling the room.
"--then we snuggled and then--"
His mother's face contorted into a mask of pure disdain. She could only take so much of her son's blubbering excuses before she'd snap.
"Enough!" Eliza swore under her breath. This lad would be the death of her. "What is it you see in those shameless skanks huh? What sort of behaviour do you think this is?"
"They're not 'skanks'!" he protested. "They're...nice...they're kind..."
"Hmmpf! I simply do not believe a word of that. And you -- giving into their wicked wiles! Theodore H. Glennard, what would your father think?"
That last remark stung. It's not like Teddy's father was around most of the time. Big business always came first to his parents; and he was not a close second. His mother was present at home, his father having long given her the final say on child-rearing, but even then she was often distant. Mean. A strong will wasn't always a good thing...
"Dad's not here so I don't know, now do I? Besides, why do I even have sitters? I'm eighteen! I'm way too old to need--"
"They are for your benefit, young man. To supervise you and make sure you stay out of trouble!" Fat lot of good they've done so far, she thought. "And ensure you are raised with proper manners and respect!" Of course that only works when you don't fuck them!
She breathed. Frustration mounted as she tried to get through to her boneheaded teenage son.
"That's the ninth one you've put a cub in," continued Eliza, "heaven forbid we didn't have the money to keep these girls quiet. The Glennard name means something in this town, and the last thing anyone in this family needs is for it to fall into disrepute. All because you can't keep it in your pants!"
"I thought they were skanks working their wicked wiles on me?" Teddy shot back.
Eliza paused. He had a point. She'd been harping on the sitters being the problem when she barged in and now had switched the target of her ire to her son. "I..." she began, but trailed off as Teddy huffed; defiance burning in his eyes.
"Okay, Teddy. Let's slow things down a little." The cougar shifted to a more motherly approach, seeking to soothe the tension between them. Her scowl faded, her voice became less snippy, and she took several gentle steps forward and sat on her son's bed -- the whole thing creaking and straining at her bulk. "I stand by what I said but it's also clear to me that you cannot control your impulses."
"I'm sorry mom -- I'll do better..."
"You should. You shall." Eliza stood up and turned away from him. "Because, instead of knocking up a tenth, I'll be taking over."
"Huh?" Teddy looked gormless as his domineering mom struck an unconscious power-pose: hands planted firmly on her hips.
"The help have been no use in this town! It's only thanks to mine and your father's fortune that this hasn't escalated into a regional scandal."
Think about it -- the headlines! 'Local Rich Dick Sticks Prick In Every Sitter's Snatch, Knocks Up Batch, What A Deadbeat Catch!' Ooh the Tuskehannah Observer would love to print something like that! They've been out to get dirt on us for years...
"Mom?"
...or the Wasketchewann Daily Post! 'Teddy G. Takes Innocent Virgins To Beddy, Starts Families Before They're Reddy!' So many enemies in the press...so many libellous snakes...willing to do and say anything...
"Mom!"
Eliza snapped out of her day-dreaming, and all thoughts of tabloid journalism fled from her mind. She looked at her son, putting on his best 'woe-is-me' look. Trying a sympathy play, eh?
"Tough luck son. From now on whenever you need minding and careful supervision I'll be the one to do it. No matter how much time I need to take off work to be here I will. That is set in stone!"
"But--"
"No 'ifs' and 'buts' young man! There'll be no more fooling around with skanks on my watch."
Eliza stormed out of her son's room with the confidence of a contract signed in blood. No longer would Teddy get to play the naïve teenage Lothario; no, she would keep her wayward son on the straight and narrow. Behind her, Teddy slumped in his chair, despondent at the scolding he'd received and the revelation that no more cute and funny and kind girls his age would be coming over to spend time with him.
* * *
"Yes that's right. For as long as it takes. Yes, I understand the financials, but my family's needs come first. Yes...we should have a good quarter thanks to my stewardship...you shouldn't need any babysitting now should you? Good. Agreed. Oh and Alice?"
"Yes Mrs. Glennard?" came the muffled reply from the smartphone.
"If you call me for anything less than a top-level all-hands-on-deck crisis-class-four emergency, I'll have you out on your ass and begging on the streets before you can even get one word of apology out of your mouth. Got it? I am not to be disturbed for anything other than the end of the world!"
"..."
Eliza waited for the shock of her stern orders to die down and the facts to settle in to her Personal Assistant's skull.
"Yes Mrs. Glennard," came the whisper-like reply. Before her hapless PA could even give a polite 'goodbye' Eliza tapped End Call and callously dropped the phone on the table with a clatter.
"Right," declared the cougar-woman, her voice rattling with a deep purr, "to business."
* * *
The sleek black sedan pulled in outside the Glennard household and came to a complete stop. The chauffeur stepped out of the car and opened the rear passenger door to let Teddy exit. The teen was wearing his private school uniform (damn thing chafed like hell -- why that preppy asshole factory made all the kids wear them he'd never know) and carried his school-bag slung over one shoulder. He gave stilted thanks to his family chauffeur and walked up to the house.
* * *
"Mom? Are you home?"
The front door creaked open. Teddy wandered in, dropping his bag in the hall. Maybe she was out? Teddy hoped so; if he had the house to himself he had space to unwind. During weekdays this was normally the time he'd meet his new sitter -- exchange pleasantries and wow her with how polite and well-spoken he was for a teenage male of a hot-blooded predator species (not usually known for the best impulse control -- ironic). Then they would make a sandwich or have some other kind of snack before dinner (not telling his mom, or so the sitter would always promise with a conspiratorial smirk). Then...
"Yes! I'm upstairs. Will be down shortly!"
Damn, thought Teddy, there goes my quiet time before the Demon Queen herself arrives.
Leaving such rude remarks about his mother in his head (where they shall always remain for fear of punishment) the young male proceeded to the kitchen and fixed himself an apple to peel and eat.
Eliza came downstairs a second later, and saw her son in his sharp uniform and felt a note of pride -- there was the man she had spent over a decade-and-a-half raising! Cutting a fine figure, and with none of the attitude. Her perfect vision of him lasted only until he turned around and shattered it by rolling his eyes at her and her appearance:
Teddy's mother sported blue leggings that clung tight to her athletic limbs, a cream short-sleeve t-shirt that barely hid the grey outline of a heavy-duty sports bra underneath, and a pale pink headband that did little to prevent perspiration dripping down her feline face but sure looked like something an exercising MILF ought to wear. She was a parody of those Eighties workout video presenters, and his attitude made it clear to her that he felt second-hand embarrassment at her appearance.
"Seriously?"
"What?" asked Eliza, "I was doing my workout. I took time off to be here, I might as well make the most of it while you're off at school."
Teddy groaned and looked away. At least no-one's around to see this, he thought. For a second his eyes were drawn to her figure, and his conscious mind overlooked the fact she was his mom...in that sliver of time he felt differently, before recognition returned and the bitter taste of 'cringe' with it.
"Mooom!" he groaned and shuffled away.
Unimpressed with her son's attitude Eliza strode after him. "Listen mister!" Teddy was blocked from proceeding by his mother's bulk and the young man found himself bumping face-first into sternly-crossed arms. Tensed as they were they felt like solid branches as his snout mashed against matronly muscle. "Ughnf!"
"As long as I'm running things here you'll show some respect! Is this how you treat your sitters. hmm? Give 'em the cold shoulder until they put out? Huh?"
"Ew! Mom!"
"Don't you 'ew' me Teddy," barked the cougar female. "I had to walk in on you and Ms. Cherryfoot locked together in unsightly, unseemly union. Believe me, I should be the one saying 'ew'!" She moved away from him and toward the door.
"Now," continued Eliza, "quit giving me grief over my gym clothes and start your homework young man."
"But it's only five o'clock."
"And? You also tardy with schoolwork when a sitter's around? Well it's just me now so you'll do as you're told. Homework. Now. Then you can relax. I'll have dinner ready by six-thirty. Seven at the latest."
With that Eliza waltzed off to resume her exercise regimen, shooting one last warning to her son as they parted: "and I'll be back to check soon, so get started."
* * *
The rest of the first day passed without incident. Teddy dutifully completed his homework and didn't give any further sass to his mom. He also -- at her commanding -- did his chores around the house with zero complaint. There was a noticeable difference in the house afterwards, something Eliza observed as the result of her son actually bothering to put the work in for her. Not like what those harlots she had the misfortune of hiring let him get away with! Why...he must have done nothing but fuck them instead of keep their expansive (and expensive) house tidy. Discipline, she thought, that's the key. That's what my boy needs and what those girls sorely lacked.
Day two went by without a hitch as well. Teddy came home from school, did his homework and his chores, ate his dinner, thanked his mom for the home-cooked meal, and retired to his room. Eliza had gotten a good workout in -- finishing just before her son came home -- and much to her surprise versus the low expectation she held of her assistant Alice she hadn't received a single call from work. One check-in late in the evening with her PA (that scared the shit out of the poor woman) confirmed nothing had gone awry. Eliza felt a welcome sting of pride as she went to bed that night. She had a handle on things -- a firm handle.
Time passed and the day ticked over to Wednesday. The third since she'd taken over from her son's sitters. She was currently doing squats to the tune of a synth-pop beat in her studio -- a large room in the house beside the master bedroom that she'd repurposed long ago into a workout area, completed with treadmills and other home gym equipment. The cougar was proud of her figure. All of her species tended to be big and strong but it took work to pack on the sheer muscle she loved carrying around. It meant that no-one messed with her, in the office or at home. No upstart lackey at her company was going to take her on, not without wetting themselves at the thought of facing the biggest baddest boss bitch in town. Nor was she letting her son give her any lip! No more excuses, no more walking in on him balls deep in some sitter's snatch -- he'd behave himself or else!
"Fifty!" she groaned as the beat thrummed throughout the room. Her leggings stretched as her thighs and calves bunched tight with each squat. "Fifty-one!" Her tail brushed and dragged across the exercise mat beneath her. "Fifty-two!"
RRRRIIIIIPPPPP!!!
Her current pair of leggings had, after much torment, given up. The straining fabric covering her backside burst open, revealing her bare ass and mature pussy. No underwear. Not when exercising. She liked the feel of nothing between her outfit and her sweaty body. Right now, however, she had been graced by another feeling: that of the sudden and unexpected destruction of said outfit.
Eliza settled into her last squat position and sighed.
"I think that's enough for now."
The cougar's white fur spilled out of the tear, save for pink lips of her womanhood meeting the outside air. She caught her breath and put her hands on her knees, building strength before she could stand up.
Holding this position continued to put pressure on the leggings and the tear widened until the thighs themselves split -- shredding the poor clothes. Eliza harrumphed. What a sight she must be! Her big foot-paws pressed down on the exercise mat and with all her weary might she pushed herself up.
"Fifty...three..."
Now upright she took a look at the torn leggings and inspected the damage. This was no slight tear -- she'd blown out the whole thing. They looked more like a set of rags tied around her legs than functional clothes. The cougar huffed and stripped them off, tossing them in the bin. Nobody except her was home, so she could afford a moment of indecency.
Eliza took off the rest of her workout clothes and grabbed a quick shower. Afterwards she donned a new outfit: sweatpants and a loose-fitting top -- this time with panties and a less-sporty bra. It was around this time she heard the click of the front door-latch and the familiar sound of her son's call:
"Hey mom -- I'm home!"
Eliza checked her outfit for potential indecent exposure and seeing that everything was covered that needed to be, headed downstairs for another day of setting her son on the straight and narrow.
* * *
"You sure you did it all?"
"Yes mom." Teddy looked annoyed as his mother questioned his diligence. "I got all my homework done early. Just like you said to."
Eliza hovered over the young man, scanning for signs of falsehood. She found none. A pleased mother let her son know he could retire for the evening. "Dinner's almost ready," she reminded him.
The teen nodded and went to his room. Eliza left the table where his schoolbooks lay and checked how her steaks were doing. To the predator's keen sense of smell the sizzling meat felt like a drug -- stirring ancient feelings of hunting and devouring prey in the wilderness. She revelled in the fantasy, her mind wandering...
She was pulled back to reality by a clatter and a stomp. Teddy returned to the scene, now out of his uniform and wearing the much more comfortable combo of t-shirt and shorts that showed off his white colouration -- same as his parents. A rare fur colour for cougars but that just reassured the Glennard household of how exclusive and special they were (just what his parents needed -- more ego-boosting).
"Smells good."
"Someone's hungry," said Eliza, watching her son take his place at the dinner table without dragging his seat. Good, she thought, another bad habit he's starting to ditch.
The pair ate dinner shortly thereafter. Teddy didn't scratch his plate either -- another point in the young man's favour when it came to reforming his careless ways. And with no babysitters to seduce with his cute innocence and nice body, the biggest problem was well on its way to being solved.
* * *
Later, mother and son sat down in the living room -- Teddy channel-surfing before trying his luck with a streaming service. Finding nothing he returned to channel-surfing, keeping the volume low to avoid disturbing Eliza who was nearby reviewing work e-mails.
"I think I'm doing good mom," he said after putting the remote down.
Eliza chuckled. "It's only been three days. You'll need more time than that to impress me."
Teddy looked away. She glanced up at him from behind her work laptop, the screen bathing her half of the room in white amid the low light of the house as the evening grew dark. She saw impatience. Irritation. Natural responses to her strict demands. It was only three days, but she was seeing an improvement in his attitude...
"You've still done well," she added, "don't think I haven't noticed."
Eliza closed shut her laptop and set it aside. She joined Teddy on his couch and sat down, her weight shifting the furniture and causing her son to adjust his position. He was a fit cougar -- the boy took after both Eliza and his father that way -- but he was still a teen, and so could not compete with his mother in terms of size and strength. That's probably what those girls see in him, she thought, a big strong male to take them. Pin them. Make them squeal.
Images of her son's naked, thrusting body flashed across her vision. Memories of the times she'd found him fucking his sitters...
She tried to put them out-of-sight. Out-of-mind.
The images however did not relent. For a minute she was tormented by scenes of her son's debauchery. And those whores! Those slutty, scandalous creatures mewling and moaning and begging for his cock! How dare they seduce him. How dare he give in so easily...
Eliza shook her head. God-damn it! You really will be the death of me Teddy.
"Mom?"
Her gaze veered over to her son, who sat bored beside her. "Do, uh, you want to watch something?"
"Watch? What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled for a moment. She then noticed the television and understood. "Oh, I see," she said, feeling a little out-of-sorts thanks to the Teddy in her mind, as opposed to the Teddy in real-life who had asked her that question. "Sure..."
When was the last time they'd sat down to watch a movie together? She pondered this as her son handed her the remote. "Since I'm picking something now," she continued, "you'll just have to deal with it."
"Why? You gonna pick a stupid rom-com?" he asked with a dash of cheekiness. Enough to spar, not enough to cause argument.
"And what if I do?" his mom shot back. "Did your sitters always let you pick what to watch? If so that's another lesson to add to my list: putting up with things you don't like while keeping up a polite smile. Even when there's no reward coming!"
His white fur bristled at her teasing. This wasn't her usual style so it threw him for a loop. But, fearing punishment if he overstepped, Teddy relented and kept his complaints to himself.
"There's no 'special snuggling' happening tonight mister -- I'm not one of those floozies!"
"Geez! Mom! Ewww..."
Eliza got a hearty laugh out of her son's misery. "Enough jokes," the cougar said, flicking at the remote, "let me focus." The television settled on a potential pick. "What about that one?" she asked, pointing to the screen. "Have you seen it before?"
"No."
"I've heard good things about it. Let's go with this one..."
* * *
As the movie played the pair sat and watched. The action was tense and exciting. The humour was spot-on for their tastes and even got a couple of hearty chuckles from mother and son. The chemistry between the leads (a male and female human) was believable and lent a romantic angle to the film. Both Eliza and Teddy enjoyed themselves and let their old feuds fade from memory; the atmosphere became pleasant and calm.
About halfway through the film Eliza started to feel drowsy. She'd had a long day so it was no surprise that by eight o'clock she was bushed. The anthro cougar opened her jaws wide and let out a yawn. She then looked to her side and saw Teddy feeling similarly tired. Her son repeated her yawn as if by subconscious command and leant over, resting his furred head on her shoulder. Eliza smiled and gently kissed the top of his head, followed by a couple of pats as she let him rest against her. It felt good.
They got through another thirty minutes of screen-time in that sleepy state before a flurry of action, light, and sound broke out. Eliza woke up to the audiovisual barrage and caught most of what was going on -- the plot was routine but serviceable. She lifted her arms and stretched them out with a sigh, her legs doing likewise. The aches of sitting in one position for a long time faded and she shifted her butt to find better comfort on the sofa seat. This had the unexpected effect of leaning her back and causing her son, who unbeknownst to her was fast asleep, to slip forward from his previous perch upon her shoulder...
Teddy had come to rest on her chest, pressing into her broad bosom. The young lad snored audibly so Eliza lacked an excuse to complain about such inappropriate touching when it occurred.
"Eeep!" exclaimed the cougar-woman with a hushed tone, realising her son was sleeping and that she wanted to keep it that way.
She watched his chest rise-and-fall. His head rubbed against her breast, shielded from wholesale stimulation by the fabric of her bra. Eliza felt an uncomfortable pang of heat and bit her lip. Refusing to wake her son and start an argument, she lowered her arm and laid it upon him, drawing him into a gentle embrace.
After a minute or two he stirred. Her son slid away from her and performed his own stretches, blissfully unaware he'd been snuggling her boob. Teddy's eyes opened, and with another yawn he murmured: "hey, mom...movie's still going?"
Eliza met his tired eyes and smile softly. "Almost over."
They resumed their side-by-side position, Eliza letting her son hold her arm and rest against her shoulder again, as they watched the remainder of the film. The climactic action sequence had come to a close, the big bad had been defeated, our heroic human pair reunited 'gainst the backdrop of an epic explosion. All standard fare.
Teddy snuggled against her as the final moments blazed on-screen. The male and female leads hugged one another as the explosion died down, then pulled back to stare deeply into the other's eyes. "Hmm," he purred, relaxing against his mom's soft fur.
Eliza tenderly nuzzled his ears, enjoying her son's sweet scent. She breathed deeply and felt herself lighten -- gone was the terrifying 'tiger mom' (ahem...wrong species). In its place a more motherly persona had emerged. Soft. Kind. Caring. Nice. Something she was as surprised as Teddy no doubt was -- the teen counting his blessings and praying this lasted longer than the immediate. His mother wondered too. Would her mood endure beyond this special time?
On the television the lead actors uttered their last lines (some sappy romantic thing) and pulled in for a passionate kiss. The music swelled. The camera panned around the on-screen pair as their lips sealed.
Mother and son cuddled, finding solace in the physical affection being shared between them. The movie's plot was all but forgotten. Only the imagery remained. Man and woman sharing their love, sating their longing. Kissing. Embracing.
Eliza felt her body tense up. Her son caressed her arm and, in a daring move, brushed his fingers over her breast. That was on purpose! she realised, but lacked real evidence to confront him about it. Instead she breathed and reciprocated, running her hand over his head, affectionately scratching his ears and leading her fingers down to caress his cheek.
Their eyes met. Big, soulful eyes. Ones you could swim in.
Eliza leaned forward, her head coming level with Teddy's.
The pair stared at each other, unsure of what was happening. Their bodies, however, knew exactly what was about to go down...
They found themselves drawn together. Sinking into one another's gaze. Irresistibly pulled closer and closer.
Their lips met. Soft, tentative kisses at first; soon evolving into firm pressing of lip against lip.
Eliza's heart skipped a beat. She let a faint moan escape as she embraced the moment of intimate contact with her son. Theodore. Teddy. His name echoed in her mind -- absent all warning of the nature of their current acts. Teddy...
Concepts of taboo entered neither of their thoughts. Nor did the word 'incest' find a place among the fizzling tumult that was their minds. Both kissed and explored the other without shame. Going so far as to close their eyes and revel in the pure physicality of the act -- their sense of touch guiding their exploration. Timid at first, but swiftly secure; confident.
Teddy let his tongue roil against the barricade of his mother's fangs -- crashing against the reluctant barrier. Applying a little pressure he found that she relented, and his tongue pushed into her mouth and found an eager partner to duel with. He moaned as his mother's tongue fought back, and through sopping lips and many mashings of mouth-flesh upon mouth-flesh they battled. An epic struggle, winding and twisting, both seasoned fighters -- Eliza from years of adult experience; Teddy from plenty of make-out sessions with his sitters, playing with them and encouraging them to go further in the heat of the moment. To open themselves to his love.
It was this desire, this need, to open oneself that befell both mother and son. They had crossed the first threshold and egged on by the other's lips and passionate tonguing they dared to cross the next!
Eliza's hand caressed her son's cheek as they smooched. Her teenage son matched her movements and stroked her neck and along her head. The mingling of fur and clawed finger elicited little pangs of nervous pleasure, and they broke contact with a mutual gasp.
Eyes open once again, mother and son drank in the scene of their newfound lover's saliva-stained snouts. Lips licking eagerly. Little twitches and crinkles of their features. Wordless communication bringing them closer than they'd ever thought possible.
Eliza read her son like an open book. Horny. Needy. Her thumb rubbed below his eye as her other hand cradled the opposite cheek. Teddy looked away with an awkward smile, a flash of realisation that passed thankfully quick. He reached out toward her, fingers glancing off her covered breasts.
She purred. It had been a long time since she'd felt this good, this ready to fuck...her own and her husband's work always came between them. Kept them apart. Kept her wanting...
Deep down she knew why all those sitters kept falling for him. She looked at her son, pawing innocently at her chest, and gave him what he wanted:
Eliza lifted her top off, revealing her bra.
Teddy's eyes widened. This was really happening!
His mother threw the article of clothing away and took a deep breath. She felt constrained. Imprisoned. The bra's straps digging into her sides and back. It clung to her, squeezing her lungs and straining against the growing lust within her. It had to come off -- her tits needed to be free. To feel the air against their fur, to relieve the pressure on her hardened nipples.
Teddy watched his mother reach behind and pop the clip on her brassiere. The ample bosom contained behind navy cups sprang free, jostling from their confinement with a shimmy of his mom's shoulders. The bra fell down between them, and her breasts heaved with each delirious breath.
They kissed again, slamming their lips together as if starved of contact. Eliza felt Teddy grab hold of her boobs and squeeze. Gently -- he was proving to be quite the gentleman thus far. Good boy. So well-behaved. Not a rude prick like many his age...always full of hormones and looking to fuck the first thing that smiled at them the right way.
Well...her son was full of hormones, and had fucked everything that smiled at him the right way if the nine consecutive babysitters now gravid with his love-children were anything to go by!
She pushed such thoughts away. Eliza wanted nothing between her and this sensation of pure love.
Nothing!
Her Teddy was a sweet, kind boy...and needed his momma!
Lips mashed and boisterous hands fondled and cupped her breasts. Quiet moans escaped from both lovers, enjoying the divine moment.
How could she have missed it all this time? He was just acting out. Yeah...that was it. His parents had been too absent. They needed to be more present in his life. Yeah...
Eliza yelped as she felt a pinch on her left nipple. Teddy pulled back and looked apologetic -- perhaps fearing a scolding -- but with her encouragement returned to her tits. He gripped and massaged them, earning himself a low moan from his mother. Then, with her implied permission, he again touched her nipples. At first circling them, feeling out the budding hardness of these fleshy tips. Then taking them between finger and thumb and giving a light squeeze.
Eliza moaned. Absent. I was absent. That's why...that's why he ended up sleeping with his sitters, the cougar noted. Lack of parental affection. My little man just wanted someone to cuddle up to and have a deep emotional connection with. And, although the older female ignored the truth of the present or where it was about to lead, 'deep' was indeed the operative word!
Well don't you worry Theodore, everything's going to be alright from now on. I'm here. I'm here for you.
"I'm here," Eliza let slip with a whisper.
"Mom..."
"I'm here baby." She pulled him in for a close hug. Her bare chest rubbed against her son's, nipples poking through his shirt and stimulating him in new ways. All conversation died after those meagre mutterings, and the pair continued to feel and fondle -- wrapped up in the seduction of the other.
Their kissing and touching lasted another couple of minutes. It grew frantic. Clawed fingertips raking through fields of snow-white fur. Prickling the skin beneath. Gasps great and small followed each sensual assault.
The pair rose from the sofa, ignoring the flickering lights of the television, and stood together. Eliza held her son's head in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. Teddy, caught in a dreamlike state same as his mother, stared back. His hands rested on her hips, and he pressed himself against her body. Hard nipples poking his collarbone as he buried his face in her tits.
"Oh Teddy," his mom cooed. "Teddy..."
Eliza stepped backwards, her bare foot-paws leaving the living room rug and sealing their pads against the cold tiles. She took another step, then another. Teddy, propelled by gravity, followed -- still stuck between her breasts. She heard the young man's feet shuffle and scratch to keep pace with her. Then, she broke away, giving him a chance to look upon her figure once more.
Teddy devoured her with his wandering eyes. She moved further back, letting him take in her full stature. Her son's mouth, moistened with the product of passionate kissing, started to drool. A lewd shape in his shorts grew, and pressed into the fabric. Her son's cock, emerging from its sheath and fighting against the constraints of his clothes. The teen was hungry. Ravenous. He wanted only one thing.
"Mom..."
Eliza took his hand and smiled. Teddy smiled back. Together they walked towards the stairwell, mother leading son. Her tail swished and swayed. His flicked erratically as the excitement built.
As her paw landed on the first step, she turned back and saw Teddy scrabbling to take off his shirt. She left the stairs and rendered aid, pulling and tugging with him. The t-shirt flew off, ruffling Teddy's head-fur, to which she chuckled and brought him in for another kiss.
The pair finally ascended the stairs, with Teddy's shirt discarded halfway up.
Eliza went ahead of him, giving her son full view of her generous backside, cheeks slacking and firming with each elevated step, albeit shielded from full view by her remaining clothes. Fuelling his need and keeping both of them drunk on forbidden lust. On the upstairs landing they stopped and smooched some more, with plenty of fondling. The boy was obsessed with her breasts, feeling and squeezing them over and over. Within a couple seconds of silent, sensual foreplay he'd advanced to taking one of her large nipples into his mouth. Suckling on the swollen teat.
Bolts of pleasure shot through Eliza's body. Where before she had felt the slow stimulation of stroking and massaging, now the sensation of direct pressure erupted throughout. Her jaws opened and tongue lolled whilst a hoarse moan escaped her. Her son suckled, paying great attention to her flesh with his tongue -- even biting (gently) to add to the stimulation. The drawing out of much-needed pleasure.
She moved backwards, keeping him attached to her tit. Teddy switched boobs, taking her other nipple and giving it the same love and care he'd showered upon the first.
Oh God, whispered her innermost thoughts, it feels so good!
Eliza giggled as Teddy sucked and pinched her. The strong pangs of heat burning within her amplified by his hungry lips. But, for the moment, she saw fit to keep it slow -- and light, even. The sappy saccharine sentiments of love abounded as her son abandoned her breast and the two lovers smiled and sighed.
They embraced. A firm hug. All-encompassing. Eliza swallowed her son with her larger form, wrapping herself around him. They remained standing, using one another for support. Neither questioning what was happening, or what was about to.
All Teddy could think about was how happy he felt right now -- heart fluttering as another pretty girl lavished intimate attention upon him. The teen was high up on Cloud Nine and blinded by the sun.
All Eliza could think about was how good a job she had been doing looking after her son -- not like those whores calling themselves babysitters! No -- she did it right. She always did. The fact that she was currently leading her son through the upstairs of their large house, on course to commit the ultimate taboo, was foreign to her.
After their embrace the pair were drawn not to Eliza's bedroom (where she might have copped that lovemaking was about to occur), but to the far opposite side of the house: Teddy's room. The one she'd so rudely barged into not four days ago and discovered her wayward son balls deep in that rabbit floozy.
They stomped across the landing, Eliza leading him by the hand again, until they reached his bedroom door. It swung open, allowing the two cougars access to a nice soft bed for the next part of their union...
Teddy grew impatient and barged past her, fiddling with his shorts. Eliza entered second, bringing him to attention by performatively undressing her sweatpants. The pair of stretchy pants flopped onto the floor; the large cougar female wiggled her paws out of the leg-holes, giving her son plenty of jiggle where it counted to gawp at.
Her teenage son dropped his shorts around his own legs and kicked them her way. His young, firm cock strained against his underwear -- forming a large tent-like peak.
Eliza removed her g-string. She was now completely naked in front of her son. For the first time since they initiated her pussy felt the free air. Her son had noticed too. He stared at her heavenly entrance -- nestled between the soft fur of her thighs and groin, patches of moisture already visible. Evidence of her arousal (if the last ten/fifteen minutes of foreplay was not enough proof).
His mom advanced, looming over him with each step. Her exquisite breasts bobbed -- the years having little effect on their perkiness. With a single finger she pointed to the bed -- commanding him to slip under the covers. He did so, taking the opportunity to pop off his underwear as well, leaving him naked beneath the sheets.
Eliza savoured the svelte form of her flesh-and-blood. The way he moved for her, gliding into the bed...his foot-paws poking out over the edge as he settled in. The crystalline quality of his pretty eyes as he looked up at her, his divine mother, marching toward him.
The cougar-woman hissed as she knelt, the motion and tension exciting her pussy. It leaked in anticipation. Her inner wall coated themselves with lubricant; her labia flushed with blood and fizzled with the firing of countless nerve-endings. This muscle-bound mommy was going to get laid tonight -- a team of feral horses couldn't tear her away from this moment!
Gently she lifted the bedclothes and saw, inch-by-inch, his swelling cock. Teddy groaned as the fabric that had been caressing his genitalia slipped away, leaving his meaty rod exposed to the elements -- and his greedy mother.
Eliza beckoned him to lie on his back. He did so, letting his penis stick upright. She continued to kneel by his bedside, and laid her hand on his naked thigh. She moved it back-and-forth, massaging his thigh with her padded palm. Letting the roughness of its surface tickle. A faint purring could be heard -- her son's tender voice emitting sounds of receptive pleasure. Eliza grinned, baring her fangs, at the sight of his tortuous delight.
Oh Teddy...
The bed itself was small, enough only for a single teenage anthro of Teddy's size. No matter, mulled Eliza, if it breaks under my weight we can buy a new one.
She continued to massage his legs, and his waist, drawing things out to exacerbate the sexual tension. Her son squirmed, his cock rigid and begging for release, while she toyed with him. Fooled his body into thinking there was going to be action but always retreating beforehand. Her son whined; a gentle mewling, as if to plead with her to stop tormenting him and touch his dick. "Easy baby," she whispered, "mommy's in charge -- remember? We either do things my way or not at all."
"Mh-wah!" she exclaimed, planting a bit wet kiss on his thigh, mere inches from his manhood.
"Oh mom..."
"That's right, mommy's here. She's here for you...my sweet boy..."
Unaccustomed to her loving words, Teddy spoke no further, letting his mom get on with her wicked business. His dick teetered and wobbled as his pelvic floor muscles tensed. It hurt, being this hard and finding no relief. At this point with his sitters he'd already be balls deep, pumping away to his heart's content. But no, mom had to be cruel. She still had to be a bitch even when expressing her deepest love to him!
She just had to delay. To deny.
Between strong thighs that belied nascent athleticism, sat a furry sac. Snug below the risen shaft of Teddy's aching manhood. Soft and vulnerable. Eliza's hand caressed her son, getting close to those white-furred orbs. Her attentions wallowed at a distance of mere inches, teasing the poor youth. He must be so backed up, her mind remarked, without one of his sitters to relieve him.
Smirking, Eliza struck. Her hands shifted under her son's delicate pair and cupped them. She heard Teddy inhale -- a sharp hiss. Delectable! Next she ran her thumb over them, pressing his balls between her digits and feeling out their shape. Gently of course. Her son groaned as his mother massaged his undercarriage.
Eliza moved higher. Her fingers explored his sheath and finally came into contact with his erect penis. Her rough, padded fingertips pressed against his bare flesh, taking care to avoid pricking him with a claw.
His moans fuelled her advance. The cougar-woman stroked along her son's length. Rubbing from base to tip like a perverted physiotherapist tending to a client. Both hands took action -- stroking and squeezing his cock.
Teddy leaned back and basked in the pleasurable touches his mother visited upon him. He felt her fingers coil and constrict. Felt her grasp his rod and pump its length. A bead of pre-cum dripped from his swollen tip and dribbled onto her fingers. His mouth hung open as the pressure built within -- edging closer and closer to ejaculation.
But then, with familiar cruelty, Eliza withdrew. Her hands left his cock. Teddy gasped as it bobbed free, desperate for further contact. Her pads, her fur...he wished for her to grab him again and milk him all the way to issue.
"Muh-mah..." The teen tried to form words, to plead with his mother to continue her handjob. To no avail. Luckily, fate had other delights in store.
Eliza brought her head down. Her heavy breath bathed his cock-flesh, its heat tingling the underside of the swollen shaft. Proud jaws opened a sliver, enough to let her tongue slip out and drag itself from base to tip -- drawing out sweet sounds from a surprised yet satisfied Teddy. Her tongue's rough texture coaxed mewls and moans alike as it stirred her son's stick. Coiling around, licking back-and-forth. Her moist flesh devoted to his.
Picking up a faint salty taste from his manhood, Eliza swirled her tongue. More droplets of pre began to seep from his tip. Each one she eagerly lapped up, flicking them off his aroused flesh with the end of her tongue. A dash of liquid love apiece.
Then, with her son's cock virtually salivating at the promise of a blowjob, the cougar-woman moved in. First, her lips pressed gently 'gainst his bulbous head; a light kiss greeting its nerve clusters, all firing to the tune of motherly moans. Eliza pursed those pillowy lips and sucked through the small parting they formed; Teddy savoured the pressure her sweet suction provided. As she adjusted her position, his mother opened her mouth wider, lips dragging across his whole head. He could feel her teeth nudge against his bare flesh as she advanced, taking another inch and continuing to suck.
She stopped, and loving eyes started at Teddy. The young cougar said nothing, his own mouth hanging open and slack-jawed as he breathed loudly, a rumble of contentment resonating from deep within that Eliza felt in his member. Slowly she drew back. Her lips dragged over the couple of inches she'd swallowed, soaking his shaft with a glistening coat of saliva. Again she tasted the salt of his leaking fluids.
Back...back...now withdrawn completely, her lips a hair's breadth from his uttermost tip...
Eliza opened her mouth as if to yawn. Rows of sharp teeth befitting that of an apex predator shone as white ridges in the dark damp of her mouth. Her tongue extended and spread wide -- the characteristic roughness of feline and related species seen in the mottled, pointed texture covering its surface. A low purr danced around the room. Her hot breath blew on his aching cock.
Not content to torment her son for much longer, Eliza dove back in with aplomb. In one swift motion she wrapped her lips around him, pushing her head down and swallowing half his length. Teddy gasped, his heart beating like mad. Emotions ran wild -- love, lust, excitement. Each intensifying the others as they mixed and muddied his mind with animal desire.
Eliza pushed further. Another gasp.
Her lips reached his base. Teddy sat in blissful agony as her mouth squeezed his shaft. Pin-pricks from her teeth added a note of danger. Of thrill. The rough texture of her tongue as it rolled over his dick sent shivers running down his spine.
A routine started. Up and down. Head-bobbing goodness...
Teddy's toes curled as he felt his mother suck and slurp. Between squinting eyes -- half-shut with pleasure -- he caught glimpses of Eliza's beautiful white fur dancing between his legs. Her elegant coat, her soft round ears, her strong brow...parts he'd long seen as nothing more than pretty but belonging to his mom now rose-and-fell with each hilting slurp. Her hands cradled his balls, working them as she sucked his shaft. Hoping to pump his juices from their soft round forms.
Teddy was in heaven! None of his sitters had ever done something like this. Something so intense. So...romantic even. He loved burying himself in them, hearing them coo and sigh as he plunged into their depths; but, as he experienced the joy of a good blowjob he realised nothing beat the love a mother had for her son -- however they chose to express it. And he was not complaining if his strict bitch of a mom chose to give in to his innocent charm.
"Ah!" he groaned as her pace quickened. Teddy threw his head back and yowled with delight as his filled her mouth with his meat. He was getting close to orgasm. Close...so close...
Eliza felt him erupt before hearing his cry of relief. Everything stopped whilst his cock pumped its first hefty load of the night into her mouth. She held her breath, listening to the cries of delight he made; she felt his ropes strike the back of her throat, coating her gullet with sticky seed. The salty taste was overwhelming now. Strong, biting. Even the smell of his ejaculate was pungent as it seeped from between her lips -- the seal formed between them and his cock failing as gobs of cum squirted free.
After a couple seconds of cream filling, she deigned to swallow. Muscles contracted in her throat, flexing around his cock-head, squeezing it as she throated him. The first gulp came soon after, his stickiness making its way to her stomach.
"Ah!" wailed her son as she drank deep of his love. Sucking and sucking. Swallowing as much as she was able. He was a prodigious producer -- thick, heavy ropes shooting from his cock; enough to keep her on her toes. Again and again she sucked and swallowed, all the while Teddy jerked and stretched, at the mercy of a great force of sexual ecstasy. "Mom!"
Eliza finally had a chance to catch her breath when his last spurt splashed against her tonsils. Down it went with a gleeful gulp as she opened her mouth and left his manhood to wallow in its viscous emissions. She licked her cum-stained lips.
"Mmm...tasty...very tasty..."
Teddy sighed and looked at her with great affection. "I...I still..."
Eliza chuckled. Her hand moved up from massaging his balls. The female's fingers coiled themselves around his shaft, rubbing the now-gooey surface. Her lips smacked as she spoke: "still got more in you? Of course, Teddy. You're a young man. There's always more...here, let me get into bed..."
She rose from her kneeling position and crawled up onto the bed. Her naked form jostled with the presence of her son already hogging most of the single bed's space. No matter -- in their present delirium it was okay to be very close together. Her heaving caused a loud strained creak as the bedsprings struggled to hold both anthros.
Teddy leant back as she draped herself over him. Her breasts hung above his chest, nipples proudly erect. Her muscular figure rippled with an eager energy -- anticipation driving the pair of them wild. There was more than a blowjob at play here, she was going to go the whole way with him!
As Eliza's furry body threatened to envelope the teen, Teddy pushed himself up with his arms and stole a kiss -- planting his lips on her half-open, hissing jaws.
Eliza's eyes widened in surprise, but soon sank into contented closure as their tongues mingled once more. This time there was no soft caresses or light petting -- no, Teddy was grabbed forcefully and pinned as their passions flared. Her large breasts grazed his slender chest. Those gorgeous mounds wobbled like jelly with each slight motion of the pair. Tails flicked, stabbing at invisible targets in the air. Eliza's broad, firm hips and buttocks wiggled as she settled into a comfortable position atop her son.
Their groans were matched only by the bed's, surviving (if barely) the added weight of the adult cougar.
Eliza let her hips descend, lowering slowly. Her generous ass settled atop her son's groin as she straddled his abdomen. She could sense his member behind her, playfully poking at her white-furred cheeks; tussling with her tail as it swished.
Her son wheezed at the press of her weight upon him. The cougar female's knees reached almost the whole way to his armpits, long luscious legs encompassing his flanks. Broad calves and thighs bulged from compression as she came to rest, sitting on her son and giving him little room to manoeuvre.
Teddy looked up at her. Her divine figure. Her bountiful bosom. Her stern face softened by the love they shared at this moment. And down, down his gaze travelled -- to the thicker fur of her belly, hiding a formidable set of abs. And...further down...glimpses of her puffy petals.
Eliza brought her arms up and over her head in a big stretch. A loud crack sounded as she adjusted her neck and shoulders. She wore a sultry look, enslaved to the whims of her burgeoning lust, and scoured every inch of Teddy's body with ravenous eyes. Her need was great. The burning between her legs was unbearable. Every second she was without sex brought searing pain to her nethers. Her body hungered for hot, young flesh. One with ample stamina and plenty of cream. She knew Teddy had the latter quality -- now, could he prove he possessed the former?
She ignored the furtive glances her son made as he was caught between admiring her powerful frame and beckoning her with his eyes to smother him in it. Duly noting his attentions, the cougar-woman pushed down with her hips and ground into his lower body. Her slick nether-lips rubbed his stomach. His fur tickled before becoming soaked in her juices. Her aching canal lubricated itself with gusto -- leading to a large damp patch forming on her son's soft abs.
They brushed bodies over the next few minutes, extracting what pleasure they could from friction.
"--"
Teddy's mouth opened and closed without sound, though he desperately wanted to communicate how he felt right now. How he wanted his mother to finally give him access to her treasure and let him sink in. His cock throbbed, bouncing against her firm ass-cheeks as she rolled herself atop him, grinding her labia into him. Sweeping her clitoris across the furry fields of his abdomen.
Eliza's breath quickened, as did her pace. She stammered a handful of guttural syllables in appreciation of her son's silken form. She was getting carried away -- there was another step to take! Lest she forget the end goal of all lovemaking -- slipping her man inside.
She growled. Her pace slowed. Teddy caught his breath as her reduced speed gave him a reprieve. It was a short one as she shuffled her legs and hips, bumping her great body back a foot or two and plopping her swollen pussy onto his cock, pressing the young healthy shaft flat against its owner. Another minute of grinding saw her running her nether-lips along its length -- to a chorus of moans from her son.
She let her tongue loll. The corners of her open mouth couldn't help but curl upwards. Snapping at the air in triumph she let out a happy sigh and commenced the next phase of their intimacy.
Teddy felt his mother's quim kiss and nibble on his member, and grit his teeth. He'd erupted once already, and the refectory period of a horny teen was kicking in, charging up his weapon for round two. The soft contact of her slippery flesh drove him wild. Only to be beaten by even greater heights of pleasure as she angled herself thusly and pushed down...
"AH!"
The teenage cougar cried out in sensual surprise as he felt his dick slip inside. Only an inch, but that was enough to send him shivering. Tight -- tight and warm. That's the environment he found his bulbous head plunging into.
"Rrraaaggghhh!!!" screamed Eliza as she guided him. The first inch was by far the strangest sensation -- her scattered thoughts struggling to reconcile the fact that this belonged to her son and was presently pushing its way into her vagina. She felt her insides shudder, powerful walls constricting around the intruder. Seeking to either repel it or draw bliss from its presence. Her body didn't care which -- both options meant orgasm as long as she kept him inside.
A second, then a third inch entered her. Eliza covered her face, as if to hide her expression of pure rapturous ecstasy from her oh-so-innocent son. His cock twitched inside her, worming its way further in. Each convulsive reflex of her vaginal walls gripped it tighter. Discovering all its contours as flesh enclosed upon flesh.
Oh God, she thought, this is really...this is real...I...
"Mom..." she heard him moan.
"Hush! Hush!" Eliza shoved a finger onto his lips, rather unceremoniously. She let it fall and flick past his chin, dragging across his neck and chest. "No talking...we don't need to talk..." Not right now at least.
Eliza felt her lower lips kiss the base of his cock -- pressing against part of his sheath. This was it! He was fully inside her. She shifted her hips, rocking gently, as her pussy studied its new visitor with plenty of moist squeezes.
The next thing to do was obvious. She lifted her powerful body up, her innards dragging 'gainst his cock and spurring further cries of joy. Squatting above her incestuous lover, she plummeted back down -- hilting Teddy once more. This repeated a couple of times. Each time their cries were louder and what inhibitions remained disappeared entirely.
Teddy began to thrust. His hips jerked and bucked from beneath their motherly prison, driving his throbbing member into his progenitor. Over and over. At first slow, then faster. He'd never had sex in this position -- his sitters always gave up the goods missionary-style. Having the embodiment of an 'alpha female' in his mother being the one to pin him between her crushing thighs and bounce on top of him...that was a rare treat!
He thrust, keeping pace with her. Transfixed by her heaving breasts -- massive mammaries quaking with each push inside. Her rock-hard nipples, swollen to the size of his thumb -- threatening to burst if they fucked any harder. They may be his mom's, but tonight they were his dear playthings. Eliza did say she'd take over the babysitters' duties, didn't she?
Hungry hands grabbed and fondled her tits as she rode him; he found those engorged nipples and tweaked them, exploring their size and shape. In doing so he cast bolts of pleasure through her. Multiple of his mother's erogenous zones were stimulated, and the stiff cock sliding in-and-out of her pussy layered the entire cacophony of sensory information with a strong rhythmic pulse. Enough to overload their minds. Wipe them clean of all knowledge and sense. Mother and son -- no longer remembering their place, no longer treating one another as was expected of them.
Mother and son -- locked in forbidden union!
Theodore H. Glennard, his mother cooed safely in the confines of her own addled mind, you have chores to do! You may have gotten off, but others need to as well!
Now, prove that you're a good boy. Show me how respectful and mannerly you are! Show...show me...
Her thoughts frayed as the pleasure mounted.
Take care of your mommy like a good son should!GAH!" came the sudden howl of utmost joy. Eliza's whole body shuddered with orgasmic delight as her son did as she wished. It was as if he was reading her mind -- the timing was just too good! Her nerves fizzled as she was wracked by her climax, failing to contain her dignity and moaning loudly like the common whores she looked down upon:
"OOH-AAH-UU-AHH!!!"
Teddy felt her arrive in the same instant. The tell-tale quickening, that rapid twinge of her muscles that heralded the coming of the end -- he felt it all. Her walls wrapped around his cock, stopping him in his tracks. He couldn't push. He couldn't pull. He was locked inside her for the duration. Strong pulses ran along the length of his shaft. Tensing muscles gripping him tighter and tighter. Oh...the shaking, the quivering, the wondrous motions...
All strength left Eliza's body. She crumpled forward, smothering her son with her spent form. She shook. Her voice was hushed and whispered wordless nothings as she nibbled Teddy's ear.
The young man held his mother as she rode out the quakes of her orgasm. He stewed in her vice-grip, biting his lip as the throbbing and the surging within his own body approached its peak. Could he do it? Could he release himself inside of her and mark their tryst with a creampie? To daub her insides in his white paint and forever live with the knowledge that he'd crossed the final line, violated the ultimate taboo? Mothers and sons were not meant to make love. Yet if so, why did it feel so good?
Teddy grunted, his soft voice emitting squeaking sounds instead of the masculine gravel he'd prefer. The tip of his dick was lodged deep inside his mom. So deep. So tight. He exhaled sharply. Part of him tried to fight. Tried to keep from erupting. Alas -- as he was bombarded by kisses and cooing from his mother as they held one another, and she continued to quiver at her lingering climax -- that part of him failed.
"GGRAAGHH!!!"
He cried out as he released. The next batch of cum had been readied, and it launched from his cock in thick, viscous ropes. One pump, then another, and another. Teddy rocked beneath Eliza's firm embrace, his hands grabbing wildly at her curves. His claws sinking into whatever mounds of muscle they could find. His seed spilled in great volume -- blast after blast, splashing against his mother's cervix and filling her with his precious warmth. His hips bucked, as if in a vain effort to force himself deeper.
On the receiving end of his heavy load, Eliza grimaced. She had failed to register his climax at first; only the fast-spreading warmth he spewed deep inside her made her realise her son had ejaculated. Her body, on autopilot, clamped down on his dick -- hoping to squeeze as much as possible from his aching balls. She felt his essence, wet and slimy, soaking her sacred inner flesh. She was still recovering from her own sensational orgasm, and now her nerves tingled anew in reaction to the pumping of fresh seed into her. God...fuck... she thought, reeling from that truth. Not that she had second thoughts about committing incest, no -- right now she remained controlled by her lust -- but that she wasn't expecting it to feel so good!
"Teddy," she murmured. Her voice was husky.
"Mom," came his timid response.
"Oh Teddy..." She cradled him in her strong arms as he hugged back.
Both of them were exhausted. Their night had gone from falling asleep on the couch with the television beaming away at them, to hot and heavy fucking in a matter of hours. Neither had the energy to say anything more than what they'd just uttered. Neither could think straight as they swam in the waters of their afterglow. Eliza: holding her son like a lover, caressing his body. Teddy: enjoying the pleasant feelings from their cuddling. Together they shifted and rolled into a more comfortable position to rest their weary bodies, and as they did so the bedclothes were pulled across, enclosing them in a cosy cocoon.
Their affections to one another continued for a brief while. Then, sleep took the pair.
* * *
All was quiet in the Glennard household. Downstairs nary a soul could be found -- only the bright lights of the muted television spilling its otherworldly colour into the living room presented any sign of activity.
Eliza's top lay draped over a lampshade, and her bra sat alone on the sofa. Teddy's shirt lay upon the steps in the hall, beckoning one to follow the breadcrumb-trail of partial undress. Up, up, and up the stairs and all was still quiet. Calm. Without note.
Only one light was on upstairs. A dim glow emanated from the half-open door of Teddy's bedroom. Just before the frame dwelt a pair of shorts, illuminated in the low light and casting shadows from each crumple and crease.
Inside, the remaining clothes lay strewn about. Thrown off in a frenzied hurry. All signs pointed to the bed, where beneath the covers the forbidden lovers slept. The slow rise-and-fall of their breathing was amplified by the thick puffy sheets -- undulating in time with the hiss of exhale and inhale.
Eliza stirred first, and her movements woke Teddy. The pair groggily opened their eyes, and found themselves oriented face-to-face, still embracing...
As the tired pair gathered their wits, a tense atmosphere brewed. What would either say to the other with clear minds?
What could they say?
"Mom..." began Teddy, before Eliza's hand ran across his shoulder and found its purchase, drawing him in for a kiss.
Eliza was calmer than she'd thought she would be. Teddy too. As if this encounter had been fated, and the two incestuous lovers merely played their romantic parts like the actors in the movie from earlier.
They broke the kiss. Soft sighs filled the room.
"Did we do something wrong?"
Eliza cradled her son. Her wonderful young man. What a ride she'd been taken on. What a prize those girls must've found him to be. There was nothing left to be mad about -- not when she'd experienced a wondrous orgasm all thanks to him. "No Teddy," she cooed, "not wrong. Just...unexpected..."
They cuddled together for a minute more. Eliza and Teddy surrendered to the good vibes and let any bad thoughts about what had transpired leave them. Teddy's mother held him in a firm grip, her athletic build surrounding him in a capsule of well-developed muscle.
"But," said Eliza eventually, "there are some things we need to be clear on." The cougar MILF sat up in the bed. Immediately she felt the slosh and squish of her son's huge load as it leaked out of her pussy. She groaned and cracked her neck as Teddy's seed flowed out, matting her thigh-fur flat with each dollop dripping free until at the right angle and pressure it became a deluge. Reaching down she inspected the damage with her hand, feeling out the sticky sludge she'd been basted with. Such volume! No wonder the sitters ended up pregnant!
Ignoring the next logical assumption about his semen, Eliza continued: "this was a one-time thing, understand? We did...it...and while nothing inherently wrong happened it was certainly a mistake."
She looked at Teddy, who nodded reluctantly. He hadn't planned on banging his mom but the mood had just developed that way...it was nobody's fault really. Like his mother said, it was a mistake.
"An accident," he said.
Eliza gave a vigorous nod, causing her exposed breasts to jiggle. "Exactly. It happened. You can't change the past only plan better for the future. So," she said, sitting straight up and taking the bedclothes with her, "here's the ground rules..."
Teddy watched his mom break into a lecture with an oh-so-familiar tone. Her bare chest shook as she spoke; and he scarcely noticed the stern, businesslike expression on his mom's face. Too enraptured by her big boobies to care. And her belly -- her fluffy, toned belly hidden partially by rumpled sheets, with her creamy thighs and soft, velvety pussy lurking just below. She was sitting cross-legged, and Teddy guessed that his copious consignment of boy-slime was dripping out of that heavenly entrance and staining the sheets with sticky goodness.
"Number one:" his mom said aloud, "no-one needs to know this happened. Absolutely, positively no-one! Not even your father. I know he's not been around recently and that's partly why this night go so out-of-hand."
"You mean--?" asked Teddy, before a swift slice through the air with his mother's hand cut him off.
"Ah-ah-ah!" Eliza wagged her finger. "Not a word mister! I'll not have you sully my reputation with your lewd suggestions." As the time since their loving climax grew distant she'd begun to revert to her usual form. The fog had cleared. He thinks he can call me loose!? Why I oughta--
Eliza quickly remembered her place, and her composure. She continued: "number two: I meant it when I said no more sitters -- I'm not going back on my word just because we had an...incident. It's early days and I am going to keep things proper! Everything above board. Nothing below the belt -- understood? That means homework and chores and manners."
Teddy nodded.
"Number three: it's very clear, Teddy, that you need an outlet for all this hormonal energy you've got. I'm no fool. I know how much a young man such as yourself strains under the weight of their sexual appetites." The cum dripping from her ravaged snatch proved the perfect illustration of what she was describing -- even if the anthro cougar refused to think about it for too long. "You should find yourself a girlfriend, because you sure as hell aren't doing this with your mother again!"
Without explaining further Eliza got up out of her son's bed. Rising to her full height, the naked MILF stretched and sighed -- working out the residual aches and twinges that came with a night of furious exertion. Her son revelled in the view as her hips wiggled and her toned ass shook. Her tail swayed. Her back and shoulders rippled with flexing muscle. From behind, Teddy watched her ears flick; the young anthro's sexual fascination with his mother's shapely body distracted momentarily by their cute curl.
Eliza bent over, giving him a nice long look at her plump ass and cum-soaked pussy. She grabbed her panties from the floor and put them on, dragging the lace underwear up each leg and sealing away her womanhood from view. With a final butt-wiggle she shimmied them into place. Her chest shook with each motion -- the huge mounds of motherly goodness facing away from Teddy (much to his disappointment). Without thinking she covered her breasts -- like it would be indecent for him to see them! Even after what had happened between them.
Teddy watched her. Silent. Her movements hypnotised. Each quick shake, each jiggle, each shimmy; every time she shifted her weight to the opposite leg and her furry body firmed up. She was hard-as-nails. Tough as anyone he'd ever known. He'd never seen this side of her before. This attractive, adult woman. With adult needs. Desires. Lusts. It filled him with confusing feelings of affection -- tempered only by the knowledge of their taboo-busting, and the concern it conjured. And the most taboo thing of them all stuck in the teenager's mind: his seed, his essence, the emissions of a virile male...inside her, filling her with his precious warmth. Evidence of a deeper kind of love than that of mother and son.
"I don't need to repeat myself do I?" came the stern, blank tone of the Eliza Glennard he knew best. The older cougar turned 'round, still covering her breasts, squishing them against her broad forearm. She stood tall. Resolute.
"No, no mom. Of course not," replied Teddy, looking away.
Eliza walked over to where her sweatpants had been tossed and with her back once more to her son she redressed. Bottom half now covered, she shielded again her top half and walked over to the bed.
"Good boy."
Teddy didn't know what to make of her words. They sounded cold, but he sensed something caring in them. He rearranged his bed-covers as she marched about his room looking for her remaining clothes.
"Downstairs...your bra is downstairs..."
Eliza stopped and frowned. "Of course," she muttered. So was her top.
As she moved to leave his room she gave her son one last look. "Remember Teddy -- find yourself a girlfriend. This ain't happening twice."
Teddy simply mewed the sound of an awkward 'um' and nodded.
His mother replied with a fast-fading smile. Then she turned and left -- the sound of heavy paws thumping across the floor and down the stairwell escorting her out.
Once she was alone downstairs, and fidgeting with the straps of her bra, Eliza let out a loud groan. Her eyes closed shut and her head tilted back as her bosom strained in its restored prison. She felt the flutter of her heart, the butterflies in her stomach, and the unfamiliar warmth oozing between her legs. This was not how a mother should behave -- let alone a disciplinarian like her! Her thoughts were clouded. Her mind distracted. She'd just had sex with her son, then told him to find a proper girlfriend to take her place like it was nothing!
Another sigh escaped her lips, through gritted teeth.
What the fuck did I just do!?
* * *
Several Months Later...
The front door opened and Teddy entered in a hurry. The anthro cougar looked around, all the while wearing the face of someone who was in big trouble!
"Teddy, is that you?" His mother's voice echoed from somewhere in the house. Teddy spun 'round and followed the voice to its source -- the kitchen. There he found Eliza rummaging through cupboards, a pot of stew boiling away for dinner. The tall, strong female paused for a moment as an ache formed in her breast. She grabbed the guilty mammary and gently massaged it, eking out a small amount of pleasure as the pain subsided. Biting her lip to suppress an unseemly moan, she withdrew her hand and dabbed at her bosom with a paper towel as a damp patch had formed. Finally she turned her full attention to her son, who stood nervously in his private school uniform.
"Something wrong?" asked Eliza with all the concern she could muster in her current mood and condition.
Teddy gulped. Things had been going so well...
Now he had to man up and act responsibly, just like his mom had always tried to teach him.
"You know Kathy, my...guh...girlfriend? She visited the house before we were chauffeured to Senior Prom, remember?"
Eliza nodded. "Of course. Polite girl. And from a good family -- I'm happy you found someone like her."
Teddy paused. Another anxious gulp.
She glanced over at him. "So what's wrong?"
"She's pregnant," her son blurted out. Unexpectedly to say the least, for Eliza was sure he'd been taking appropriate measures, as she demanded the teen did after their own...incident...
A growl rumbled deep within Eliza. "Weren't you using protection young man?"
"We...uhh..."
"Well? Did you or did you not use a condom?"
"We didn't," he admitted, shuffling his feet, "she, um, said she didn't believe in them. She said they were sinful."
Eliza rolled her eyes. That's what she's so concerned about? The use of a condom? Not the fucking? I swear, kids these days have got no sense -- none!
"And she wasn't on the pill either. Figures!" said the cougar female. "You know the risks of unprotected sex Teddy -- they're not hard to miss!" On that last remark she threw her arms wide.
"I didn't mean to -- she just really wanted it, I couldn't say no. What if she wanted to break up because of me? And then we did it, and it felt real good...and we did it a bunch more times...and..."
"I got it. I got the picture, thanks." Eliza huffed and looked back at her cookery. "It's like we're back at square one. It's you and your sitters all over again!"
"Are you for real mom?"
Eliza glowered at him. "What do you think?"
Teddy went quiet. After a second of hand-wringing he ventured an answer: "um, yes."
"Good, you've got some sense. Theodore H. Glennard -- here's what you are going to do next. You are going to go to Kathy and tell her that whatever happens, you'll support her. You'll be there for her -- just as a good boyfriend should. You are a couple. You have to deal with what couples' deal with. You are supposed to take responsibility for your actions! That's something you can do for her, yeah? Unlike with--" Eliza trailed off suddenly.
"If it makes you feel any better, I really do love her," her son stammered. "I'm not just saying that because..."
"Prove it then."
"I will!" he said defiantly.
The stovetop hissed as the pot of stew boiled over. Eliza swore under her breath and tended to the cooking. "Be a good boy and take responsibility."
Take responsibility...
Teddy was about to leave but caught himself -- his mom's words echoed. The teenage cougar, so full of nervousness, took a step toward the kitchen counter that lay between him and his irritable mother.
"Do you, um, need anything?"
"Huh?" Eliza looked up from the pot.
"You sound upset...at more than, like, me..."
She sighed. "Son, I'm sore and tired all over. My paws are swollen and won't fit in my sandals any more. My tail's got a sprain. I've an itch in my downstairs area that just won't go away. A headache to boot. My tits are killing me! My idiot PA lost dozens of important customer files today and I had to hear about it over the phone two hours after it had happened and one hour before a major shareholder meeting where they were required! Had to pull some serious strings with the board to get that cluster-fuck sorted out, which reflects poorly on my leadership of course. And to top it all off: dinner's going to be late."
She sounded very overworked and stressed. Teddy felt like shit for dropping more bad news on her plate. Maybe if his dad were here things would be different -- alas he'd been halfway across the world on business for most of the year. It was just the two of them.
"I could finish the cooking for you mom," he said, "give you a break...couldn't you go and work out then? That always makes you feel better."
Eliza grunted, giving him some serious side-eye. "You know why that's not an option, Teddy."
"Oh," he mumbled, realising she hadn't been able to perform her preferred de-stressing routine for a while now, "yeah...I suppose..."
"Got any more brilliant ideas? If not, then leave me to my work here."
Teddy looked away. "No, um, I'm just gonna go to my room. I need some time to think." There was lots to think about indeed! Kathy loomed large in his mind, as did the consequences of their teenage proclivities.
"That's good. It's lack of thinking that got you into this mess," Eliza chuckled, a dark tinge to her voice.
"Hey screw you mom!" Teddy turned around and stormed off, having had enough of his mother's ire.
"Don't speak to your mother like that!"
Eliza snarled as he walked away. She followed a couple steps, past the kitchen counter but no further -- a couple of thumps and kicks put an end to her pursuit. The stretchy waistband of her yoga pants heaved and strained as the cause of her destroyed figure came into view -- the product of that fateful night...
Little fucker. Fierce, biting words and descriptors abounded as she felt pressure build in her abdomen. Always when we argue, she thought, feeling a faint sense of admiration mixed with anger. Like you're standing up for him!
Eliza grimaced as she rubbed her bump, studying with her fingers and palms what her horny son had done to her beautiful body. She hissed and sighed, looking on as the teen left the room and slammed the door behind him; an exasperated whisper followed as she glanced down at her heavily-pregnant waist:Let's hope you are more well-behaved than your brother!"