Mom's Ruffled Feathers -- Penguins Mate for Life
Author's Note
This is a work of erotic fiction depicting an incestuous coupling between mother and son. All characters are at least 18 years of age. All sex acts are consensual -- though some are also transactional. Dad's a cad (trust me, you'll like him!). There's a wee bit of anal sex, though not with mom. Some of the sex involves penguin costumes (go figure). No actual penguins were harmed in the making of this story. If incest between mom and son offends you then what are you doing reading stories in the Incest/Taboo category?
Be safe. Have fun. Don't try this at home or at all!
Special thanks to
moon_dancer69
for editorial services rendered.
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Cast (in order of appearance)
Simon
Lovejoy. Incoming freshman at Oregon State University (OSU). Protagonist.
H.
Phillip
Lovejoy, professor of ornithology, OSU. Husband, father, cad, philanderer, villain.
Tiffany
: Minx, fellatrix, butt slut
Amanda (
Blue
) Lovejoy. Devoted wife, loving mother, equal parts sweet, smart, and sexy.
Scene 1: Nash Hall, OSU Campus, Corvallis OR, Fall 2021
Simon had hatched a plan, and he knew it was a good one. He was moving with a purpose as he marched down Campus Way headed for his father's office.
"Hopefully he's still got it"
he thought as he trudged along down the tree-lined street dodging puddles as he went. He could see the greenhouses ahead up on the left, so he knew he was nearly there.
Nash Hall was nestled behind some trees. He couldn't see it yet, but he knew exactly where it was, having been there many times. Nash was where most of the Fisheries and Wildlife professors had their offices, so naturally, that's where dad's office was too.
Although this was his first year at OSU as a student, Simon had practically been raised on campus and knew it well. His father, the famous Dr. H. Phillip Lovejoy, had been teaching Ornithology here most of Simon's life. Mom worked on campus too, though not as a teacher. She'd be down in the Kerr Admin building, or more likely home by now since as an admin her hours were strictly 9 -- 5.
Rounding the bend past a stand of trees Simon looked up. It had started raining again -- this is Corvallis after all; a slate-gray sky was visible through the lush green canopy. The sky was dark and getting darker, and the rain was picking up; he'd have to hurry if he wanted to get inside before he got drenched.
Mounting the steps to Nash Hall two at a time, Simon pulled his mask out of his pocket donning it deftly as he pulled the door open and stepped inside. Even with over 90% of the student body and nearly 100% of faculty vaccinated, there was still a strict mask policy in place anytime you were inside.
Glancing down the hall Simon saw a pool of light spilling from the window in his father's office door.
"Good! I caught him before he left."
Simon thought as he slowed his pace catching his breath. He readied his thoughts considering his plan.
As he got closer to his father's office, he could hear muffled voices coming from inside. Dad was
definitely
still there, but he might be busy with a student or something.
Simon strode up to the door and knocked, announcing himself.
"Hey Dad, it's Simon. Sorry to interrupt but can I talk to you? It's important."
The voices stopped, and for a moment there was silence.
"Just a minute Simon. I'm on a call. Can you wait outside, please? It's private."
"Uhhhh, sure dad. I'll wait." Simon said, feeling a bit annoyed. He knew he shouldn't feel that way -- his dad was a busy and important professor after all; but at the same time, he was his son and only child. Sometimes it just felt like his father didn't have time for him or his mom these days.
* * *
Phillip looked down between his legs at the co-ed under his desk working on his cock. Tiffany, or Ms. Smits when in public, was looking up at him with a bit of a "what now?" expression of her own.
"Stay still!" he whispered urgently. "You've got to be perfectly quiet. I'll get rid of him. Now scoot back a bit so he can't see you."
This was new territory for Tiffany. She'd sucked off Dr. Lovejoy several times now in exchange for a boost to her grades or other special favors, but never with an audience. He called it working extra credit, and this time the "favor" on the line was for her to be included in the next trip to the breeding colony at Cape Royds. It was an Adelie penguin breeding colony, but she was pretty sure what she was doing right now was auditioning for some breeding of her own on the trip.
Tiffany obediently scooted back as Phillip rolled his chair in a bit to make her -- and his naked lower half, less visible to anyone from the other side of the desk. The tight space under his desk was getting even tighter leaving her very little room to maneuver. Fortunately, she was just small enough to make it work without letting his cock slip from her lips; but it did require her to keep Phillip's knees apart with her arms.
Phillip quietly lifted his phone to his ear while Tiffany resumed swirling her talented tongue about the head of his cock. She was not going to make this any easier for him!
"Yes Dean, I understand," Phillip said loudly enough he felt sure Simon would be able to hear him.
"I'll ask her to ease up a bit and slow down for now. I'm sure she'll understand the importance of discretion in this matter. Perhaps we could even get her to stop completely for the time being?"
Tiffany knew that was directed at her and grinned as she playfully bore down on his cock to see just how much she could get in her mouth at this angle. Turns out it was a fair bit!
"Uhhh... No. That would be the opposite of what I'd intended..." Phillip squeaked loudly in surprise, his voice rising a bit with the strain. "Knock it off!" he hissed down at her.
Tiffany was pretty sure her spot on the trip was already secured since (a) she had the nicest rack of any of the Bird Nerds, and (b) she was willing to do whatever it takes; still, she didn't want to blow it. Blow professor Lovejoy, sure; just not her spot on the trip. Still, she figured she could turn this to her advantage and at least make the chore of blowing him more fun...
Backing off a bit for now Tiffany resumed slowly swirling her devious tongue around his mushroom head.
"Ahhhh, yes. That's
much
better" Phillip said with relief. "I think we can make this work, sir. I'll let you know tomorrow; but unfortunately, I need to go now -- my son is waiting... Yes, thanks for calling! ... Good night."
With the situation seemingly under control now, Phillip set down his phone ending his pretend conversation with the Dean. "Come in, Simon."
* * *
As Simon entered the office Phillip motioned for him to take a seat.
"So... What is this urgent matter you need to see me about?" Phillip said attempting to curtail any small talk and cut to the chase. Hopefully, he'd be able to get his annoyingly needy son out of his office quickly so he could get back to giving Tiffany his full attention.
"Uhhh, you know your penguin costume? The one you used to wear for Halloween?"
"What about it?" Phillip squeaked as Tiffany took advantage of the situation to resume her oral assault -- full throat as it were.
"Do you still have it?" Simon asked.
"Uhhhh..." Phillip groaned. This was not at all going as he'd planned... That little minx was playing with his cock relentlessly now!
"Dad? Are you OK? You look kind of... I dunno... distracted?" Simon said with concern in his voice.
"I'm-fine-son!" Phillip blurted. "Just fine!... What did you say you wanted?" Phillip said locking eyes with Simon to keep his own from crossing.
"Your old Penguin costume? The one you wore when you first met mom? You used to wear it every year for Halloween, remember?"
"What about it?" Phillip asked, his upper lip quivering as Tiffany flicked her tongue from side to side along the underside of his cock, which he realized was now fully down her throat.
"My God! How can she be doing this!"
he thought desperately.
"Do you still have it?" Simon asked.
"Uhhhh... Yeah... I think it's around here somewhere." Phillip said as he felt his eyes beginning to cross again. Desperately he jabbed at Tiffany with his toe; the cramped space under his desk not giving him much room to move either.
Tiffany made a muffled cry when Phillip's toe connected with her knee. It didn't hurt so much as startling her, making her left leg retreat further until the heel of her Aqua Adidas thumped against the back of his desk. Having a mouthful of his cock prevented her from crying out more, though she was tempted to bite down in reply. Taking the hint, she backed off again and resumed teasing just the head.
"What was that noise?" Simon asked.
"Noise? Oh, probably a mouse... We have mice in the building and one of them may have just found a trap..."
"Ewww, gross! Seriously!?" Simon replied.
"Yep!" Phillip blurted in surprise -- his eyes bulging as Tiffany gently but firmly bit down on the head of his cock with a reply of her own.
"Mouse indeed!"
Tiffany thought.
"I'm no mouse, I'm an
OSU Beaver;
and Beavers have teeth, fuckwit!"
"Sad to say, they come with the territory in an older building like this one" Phillip continued, trying to regain his composure. He was going to make her pay for that once he got rid of Simon. The price tag for the trip just went up...
"Uhhh, yeah... So, well, where is it?" Simon said.
"Where's what?" Phillip said, his mind swimming with thoughts of Tiffany's ass. He'd have her bent over his desk for that last stunt.
"Your old penguin costume!" Simon said, losing patience with his perpetually distracted dad.
"Oh, yes... that! Of course!" Phillip replied, yanking open a desk drawer and hastily digging around inside it. Getting rid of Simon was going to be easy now.
"I think it's in the lab, should be in one of the cabinets on the right as you go in," Phillip said as he tossed his spare lab key to Simon.
Not being at all prepared for it, the key sailed past him bouncing off the wall and clattering to the floor.
"The one in Cordley Hall? Down in the basement?" Simon said as he got up to retrieve the key. That old building gave him the creeps.
Tiffany swirled her tongue, soothing Phillip's abused cockhead, then resumed bobbing.
"You know the one!" Phillip said, gritting his teeth as his eyes began to cross once again.
