This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Miles's perspective
I gasped, startling awake, my bedroom dark. But something was wrong, something was different, my cock aching and throbbing. Well, I'd expected that, kind of, though it was still a fluster and fumble trying to work out what was going on in the darkness, slamming my hand down on the bedside table, trying to find the switch for the lamp.
My dick though... Hell, it was so hot and so hard, something wrapped around it. For a moment, I thought I'd got all tangled up in the sheets, but it wasn't that. Sheets weren't wet. Well, not unless I'd cum all over myself in the night, which could have been possible too, with the extremely hot, dripping wet dream I'd been having about the succubus.
"Unff..." I slammed my hand onto the switch, illuminating the room and a very familiar striped muzzle before me. "Mom!"
I yelped and fought to scramble back -- but that was harder than ever when my dick was rammed up inside my mother's muzzle. What the hell was going on? Was she sick? But, hell, her lips felt so good on my cock, a fact that I noticed even in a crazy moment like that, suckling and pulling at my aching flesh so very tenderly.
I was close, too close, and she pinned me down to the bed with her hand on my hip, the bite of her wide fingernails clutching me sharply. Yelping, I twisted, but I couldn't stop it, not as she bobbed her muzzle like I was fucking and sliding up into a hot, wet pussy right at that very moment, my head swirling with lust.
"Unff... Ohhhh!"
It was too quick, my cock twitching and jerking, the head thickening up into a meaty flare that drove right down her throat. It all seemed crazy, yet everything that I had thought was true had already spun wildly out of control as I screeched out a whinny that didn't at all sound like it should have come from my lips. No, it was too wild, unhinged, but there was nothing I could do as my seed jetted up into her muzzle, her throat working around my cock, her gulping massaging my dick as if she was trying to milk every drop of my seed from me.
Milk...my cum...
That twigged something in the back of my mind, but it was too much in the moment, bucking up against her, hooves scrabbling on the bed, lost in my own mind. Well, not much was going on in my head at that time, just lust. I just had to cum, the biggest orgasm I'd ever had ripping through me, her hot, thick tongue caressing the underside of my cock.
But she was my mom! I couldn't think about her like that, no! It was wrong, but she was there, still with her hand wrapped around my cock, trying to slide it to the base, my dark grey sheath wrinkling back where her fingers dipped down a little further.
"Oh, come now, son," she crooned, standing and showing off her body -- well, at least that was what it looked like my mother was doing. "You cannot seriously think you can resist me?"
It didn't sound like my mother's voice, no, not at all... Yet my dream had been so real and so vivid. Suspicion danced in the back of my mind, a clawing, nagging sense of something that I couldn't quite shake. What if...something had gone wrong?
"You can trust me, darling."
Her voice softened a little and, for a moment, she looked like my mom again. But she was my mom in a way that she had never been before. I'd never looked at my mother with such lust in my heart, my cock still half-hard. Fuck... It'd barely even softened. She was beautiful, I knew that, yet my breath caught in my throat as she loosened her silk robe a little, revealing more of the stripes down over her breasts, where the ends of the black dipped into her cleavage.
She's so sexy...
I squirmed, shaking my head, shifting in place. I had to hold back, I couldn't let her do that to me... Or maybe she'd just had too much wine?
My mother, however, sashayed up to me once more, where I had put some space between us, untying the sash of the robe as it fell open entirely.
My lower jaw fell slack.
"Oh, hell..."
How could anyone have looked away from someone as amazing as her? My heart pounded and leapt, juddering in my chest, watching the rise and fall of her breasts with every breath. She was glorious, her white so white... The black stripes struck sharply over it as she breathed out, a smile flickering on her dark, velvety lips, and I groaned softly, frozen in place.
It was me being frozen as the robe was pushed back from her shoulders, slipping down to the floor in a slither of silk, that allowed her to step in closer to me. Maybe things would have been different if I'd been able to shove her away, if I had run, if I'd scrambled, if I'd said that I definitely didn't want anything to do with her.
But my mother wasn't wearing a damn thing under the robe and I was lost the moment she revealed herself to me, showing off her stripes, the bare heat of her pussy. I whimpered, my tail trying to tuck down, though the ropey length twitched and pulled, sweeping back and forth across the bed.
"Mom..." I breathed, hardly hearing the voice that slipped from my lips. "Uh... Mom... What are you...doing?"
"Isn't it obvious, darling?"
My mom swung her hips as she leaned over the bed, coming in close and resting her hands on the bed before me. She didn't touch me, but the swing of her breasts caught my eye, tipped with grey nipples.
They looked so soft and yet...I couldn't do anything about it. Mom surely couldn't mean it and, well, I hadn't thought about her like that -- she was my mom!
Yet everything was so confusing as she kissed my nose gently, a hand stroking around the sharp curve of my cheek and down under my jaw. I groaned and didn't know hone little bit why I was leaning into it.
"Mmm..."
"Come on, darling," she breathed, sharing breath with me from fluttering, twitching nostrils. "You can do this, everything's okay. If I say it's okay, you know it's okay, don't you? You already shot your load in my mouth, didn't you? So, why wouldn't this be just fine too?"
I quivered, leaning back, though I could barely get my knees up between us, blocking her from getting to my cock and balls, sitting back on my rump.
