Cuckolded By Her Mother Ch 29

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"You will do this, Scott, honey," Sasha purred, strutting back and forth before him in the bedroom as Ropes sat on the bed, leaning back on his paws with a smirk on his lips. "And you will do it well too. He thinks you're just a male still. Well - what other reason would my son have to believe otherwise?"

It could have been a normal day if not for the set of her jaw and the sway of her hips, the dragoness well and truly on the prowl, although, for once, her true target was not in the room with her. Scott may have been there on his knees, his muzzle sweetly wet with her juices and his tail hole stretched by Ropes' demonic cock, but he was not the target she was after by a long shot. The dragoness, after all, now had him right where she needed him to be, a pawn to be used, so kindly too, for anything she pleased. And the little stoat, so keen for the realm of experimentation, was as willing as she could have ever dreamed him to be when she'd stolen him right out from under Fyr's nose.

Truly, he was the perfect little one to her.

"And, as long as he thinks you're a guy, he'll go right along with it, needing his little release," Sasha said, brushing Scott's cheek with the backs of her fingers almost tenderly. "His hall pass... I'm sure you were too busy between my legs, darling, to hear that bit, but it means that he's 'allowed' to be with other males. Other males like he thinks you are, Scott."

The stoat swallowed hard, although looked up at her plaintively, adoration thrumming through his gaze.

"Are you sure though that he'll like it, ma'am?" Scott said, hesitance notable in the waver in his voice, although he was respectful to the last. "If he doesn't come after me of his own accord... If he doesn't know that I have, well..."

Scott blushed, not quite able to say out loud that he had a pussy, but that wasn't something that mattered too much when they all knew the truth of the matter anyway. He had what he had and it was Ropes, of course, who had put it there, all to make him better to fuck, swinging both ways but preferring, of course, the warmth of a tight cunt wrapped around his cock. It was funny how demons would indiscriminately change those around them to fit their needs and how infrequently they asked others for their consent but it was something that, strangely enough, often worked out for the better in the end. Scott, by far, was not at all upset by his condition, lifting his tail for the studly cougar every chance he got.

"Oh, sugar," Sasha purred, cupping his muzzle almost tenderly and lifting his chin up, a smile warming her muzzle, if only faintly. "Don't you worry. A momma like me sure knows what her boy likes and I'm gonna make sure that he gets what he needs. Poor Kao should never have to go without just because his lady is back home!"

And no one could disagree with that as Scott smiled in turn and nodded, his mission set before him in the form of a sexy blue dragon with muscles seemingly everywhere. He could not have been set a better task or a more lustful male - well, bar Ropes, of course - to seduce and he squirmed deliciously in place, his pussy slickening sweetly with his own arousal as his breath caught, need rising perceptibly. The two sat before him, however, were not there to sate his needs but to rile him up and tease him before going for the one that really needed his attention the most.

It was just a shame that he couldn't let Kao fuck his pussy - at least not yet. But, if what they said was true, that would come in time and Scott groaned wantonly around Ropes' cock as the demon cougar laughed at his need and sweetly fed it into his mouth, putting the achingly hard shaft right back where it belonged.

"Isn't he needy?" Sasha cooed, squeezing Scott's cheeks to make his lips purse and pucker cutely, even around Ropes' length. "I knew he was the right one for the job... You'll do so well, honey, you really will!"

"What's that?"

Fyr stuck her head around the bedroom door, not even jumping at the sight before her: Ropes pounding his cock into Scott's maw as Sasha crouched beside, fingering his pussy and even teasing her fingertip over the bud of his tail hole as if to say that that was just where Ropes' cock was next going to go.

"Ah... Nothing for you, honey," Sasha purred, her attention taken up by something entirely better. "Scott's got...mm... He's got everything taken care of. Isn't that right?"

Scott moaned and tried to bob his head in agreement, Ropes driving up into the back of his throat with a grunt, leaving the red dragoness to shake her head. No... No, that wasn't right. But she didn't need to know, at least not yet. It would be a little surprise for her later, wouldn't it?

Grinning Sasha exchanged a look with Ropes, the cougar winking. And Fyr locked onto it like a hound after a fox, tail stiff and rigid even as she strove and strove not to look at Scott and all the stoat could hold in promise.

Her thoughts drifted, the heady aroma of sex and lust on the air bringing a sway to both her mind and her body. It would be easy to not think about anything, to just slip away. She licked her lips, breathing increasing imperceptibly. Scott was cute... He was really cute... No, no! She couldn't think like that, couldn't think of anything but the fact that there had been a look and she simply could not, would not, allow herself to be distracted by anything, regardless of what else was going on.

It was all she could do.

"What? What was that?" Fyr's eyes crinkled in suspiciously, although did not quite narrow. "What are you getting him to do? You should leave him alone. I'm sure there are things to do around here. In fact, I can find you plenty to do, Scott."

"Leave, Fyr," Ropes hissed, rasping out the words as he neared his beak, a tentacle woven around to the back of Scott's head as if he needed to keep the cute little one in place.

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Twisting his fingers together, Scott hesitated before actually getting into the rented car that Kao had brought around. It wasn't his sort of ride, sleek and sporty and one that would have been in all the magazines when it had first come out - not that he would have been able to afford the magazines back them. When he was living further away, not hustling with building work and contracting, he had read them at the little book shops at train stations before getting on, biding his time in moments of transition. He'd never been all that into cars personally but there was something about going fast or bouncing over rugged terrain in a vehicle that was aptly designed for such a thing that brought a rise of pleasure to the forefront of his mind regardless of anything else. And what guy wouldn't have wanted the chance to slip into such a sweet ride?

Only, it was a ride with a caveat and an end goal that made his heart tremble in both a delicious and terrifying way. He'd only ever been with one other male - Ropes, of course, who had changed him from just a male into so much more - and now he was expected to seduce Kao and get his cock up under his tail too? Just how was he supposed to do that without messing up? Of course, his mother - now that was a whole other problem in itself - had seemed confident in him, confident that the little stoat could soothe her son's soul enough to get his cock hard, which was a nice thought. It was good that someone had faith in him still, even though he seemed to have well and truly fucked things up for Fyr. It was hard for him to think too, with complete honesty, that he'd fucked up her life at all though when she was simply carrying on as she had been before. And, truly, it was hardly as if she was being forced into anything!

That didn't mean that it was not all that nice for her and, even though a part of him wanted to see just how it would be to tease and sweeten up a sexy drake like Kao, Scott tried to keep his thoughts on how it would make everything easier for Fyr. Sure, he was her brother but anyone in the know could see well enough just how the drake was trying to stick his nose into things, trying to find out what was going on and getting into trouble himself too along the way. It would be much easier if he went along with Sasha's plan to have him be a little quieter and compliant and, well, pleasantly distracted while he was there. And it was a nice thing to do too, he thought, for a guest, something that he really wouldn't have had the balls to do before.

The red hide of the beast of a vehicle before him tempted fate and Scott tentatively brushed the hood with his fingertips, wary of leaving smears behind. Of course, it could be washed, but it was hardly a car that one would have wanted to sully - especially as Kao approached with the keys dangling from a finger.

Scott didn't want to admit quite how his heart somersaulted at the mere sight of him alone.

"All set," the small stoat said, trying to put as much natural chirpiness into his tone. "Do you want me to drive?"

Of course, that was a silly thing to say and Kao laughed, sending Scott quailing back a little - the car wasn't for the ranch hand to drive! Not to say anything negative against Scott, that was, but a rental car that was that nice and sporty was for him to drive and him alone, at least until he got bored of it.

"Sorry, kid," he said, although there couldn't have been all that much difference in age between them. "This one's for me but you can ride-along."

He grinned as if he had made the world's best joke and so infectious was his smile that Scott simply could not help grinning back, tail flicking from one side to the other in a sort of playful wag that could not be contained. His mouth was too dry and he shifted his weight constantly from one hind paw to the other as if he could not stay still, shuffling awkwardly into the low car seat with his heart well and truly in his mouth.

It was now or never, the moment of truth: was he good enough for another male to lust after?

And he knew there was only one way to find out, even if he could not yet quite make himself do it, try when he didn't know just how Kao would respond. Ropes had become easier over time, the stoat learning so very much about the demon and just what made him tick while he was there without Fyr. Her absence, in a way, had been a blessing that had allowed him to grow and come far more into himself than he had before been, learning about his new body and all the delights it could bring. He would not have said so, right back at the beginning when Sasha was first seducing him, but he'd finally got the mental break that he'd so very desperately needed and all the money he needed to help his parents too. It was, well and truly, a win-win situation, as they said.

Kao, however... He was a very different kind of male and a dragon nonetheless. Sasha had described to him, in rather explicit detail, just what dragons liked but every fur, at the end of the day, had to be an individual too and it was that sense of individuality that worried him the most. What if he got it wrong? What if he fucked it all up and made everything worse? Kao had his deal and it was all okay on that side of things: he wasn't worried about that. More so, Scott didn't want to, vainly, be thought to be unappealing, not even as the scenery flashed by, the two of them dipping into a wooded area of forestry. Of course, he didn't know that it was forestry until Kao told him, making conversation and carrying it too with an easy smile and shades balanced on his snout.

"Yeah, Fyr told me about this, she wants to put in some forestry on the ranch too but there's surely not enough space for it there," Kao laughed, shaking his head, just the one paw on the steering wheel as their pace picked up. "It's a nice idea to have something sustainable but, really, I think she's reaching too far. They can't have the space for something like that, I mean, she's trying to do too much too. Why she ever left that nice job in the city, I'll never know..."

"It didn't seem to be doing anything much good for her," Scott ventured quietly, his mind wandering back to old conversations stolen in the barn and around the back of the house, places where they really shouldn't have been skulking off to back then. "She was exhausted and the furs there... I heard it was bad but that's all, sir."

It was merely a term of respect to him but Kao started, casting the stoat a strange look out of the corner of his eye. But Scott could not miss just how the dragon sat up a little taller, the scales pulling just a little more tightly across the backs of his knuckles as he gripped it. There was something in that that the drake liked, something that made him feel strong and powerful and more than what he was. Scott smiled, hiding it in the tilt of his head. Maybe that was the way...

"Sir? I like that you're all so formal out here. Do you say 'y'all' and that too?"

Scott winced.

"I can... Not really part of the way I speak anymore but coming back more now that I'm talking to Fyr and everyone out here again."

Now that had Kao's interest, the drake pushing the shades down his muzzle just a bit so that he could study the stoat over them, the forestry stretching on and on, a massive line that would surely earn the landowner a fair bit of money when it came time to log that section.

"You moved away?"

And that was just the lead in that Scott needed, a little slip and dash of conversation to lubricate the softness between them. What little space remained was taken up as he shyly went over with Kao too just why he'd moved back and what he'd found when he'd gone away. It was all the lighter stuff, of course, just barely brushing the surface of what really made him tick, but Kao seemed to get far more from him than anyone else would have expected. Maybe it was something that ran in the family but the newly unleashed lust in him, passion driving him on, step by tentative step, just wanted to see more about Kao still, to learn what it was and, of course, to please him as a good submissive was apt to please. It was all, of course, that he could do for one he perceived as 'better' than him.

And the drake he found in opening up that track of conversation was just as sweet and as kind as Fyr had been, the sort of fur that wanted to take another up into their arms and make everything right again. Kao commiserated with him, seeming far more sincere than anyone else that he had imparted such information to had been, leaning in and even putting a firm, tight paw on his shoulder, seeming to hold him up and settle his spirits.

All the while, Scott squirmed in place, wanting the drake - wanting a dragon who didn't even know that he lusted after him so badly! Just how was he supposed to push to close the gap between them when something so stringent was going on, something that burned with a flame that ground up from the pit of his belly. It should have been the stud drake sending out that flame, the faintest hint of smoke curling from his nostrils, and yet, conversely, it was the poor little stoat who simply didn't know where to start, twisting his fingers together in his lap as his cock pulsed and throbbed, half-hard already from desire alone.

How could he start? A touch on the arm, a casual laugh... Scott smiled and so very easily leaned into Kao's words, drinking up stories of his younger days (not that he was a very old drake anyway by far) and tales of Fyr, all of which only seemed to endear him all the more to Scott's heart. He was not in love with Kao, nor would he be, but he wanted to know more, feel more, explore that hot stud of a body that he'd only, so far, managed to catch a glimpse of as Kao walked back to his room with a towel around his waist after showering. Water had still gleamed on his scales and Scott had not been able to help himself from stepping back and hiding around the corner for just a moment, feeling inadequate in the presence of such raw and fervent masculinity. That was, of course, if he wasn't on his knees before it.

Sasha had said that Kao liked furs who were forward, who were bold, that he wasn't much of a one for small talk. That was just why he hadn't bothered starting off talking about such trivial bits like the weather and the, very apparent, lack of traffic and that had gone well enough so why not try just a little bit more, push just a little bit more?

Could he? Would he? He had to. He'd promised Sasha, promised himself, above all else, that he'd do it for Fyr...and that had to be good enough for him. Just enough motivation to move his paw, heart in his mouth and blood roaring in his ears. She'd been through so much and just a little distraction for her family - and fun for them, of course - would make things so much easier for her, so much nicer. Maybe she could even take herself off to the spa or something for some real R&R, which had to be much needed. Not that her family was bad or anything, just that with so much going on...

And yet he could not hold the thought, his vision narrowing in solely to what the car contained, seeing no more than that, and the drake sitting oh so very close to him. The sports car didn't allow one very much space in which to move away and he was already so close, the lingering warmth of Kao's last touch seeming to have burned deeply into his shoulder, but pleasantly so. Every breath seemed louder than the last, although neither of them was panting, the stoat needing something that he could not explain, pussy clenching down on nothing and simply craving the hot rod of a cock plunged up into him.

He took a breath, eyes half-lidded. He wasn't doing it for Fyr.

He could not have said just how he moved to close what little space there was between them but, in a single moment, he had his paw on Kao's forearm, squeezing lightly. That in itself wasn't all that strange - it could have been mistaken, of course, for a gesture that was merely friendly - but dropping his paw the moment the dragon clocked onto him was more incriminating by far. Not because he moved his paw away by far, of course, but for the fact that the stoat's hand, instead of landing on Kao's thigh, went directly for his crotch, brushing a shaft that must have surely been already half-hard for the sheer size and thickness he found there.

Scott gasped and, for several long, excruciating seconds, no one said anything, the wheels drawing them further and further down the road as the trees flashed by, a forest of wood that could not compare to the hefty meat between Kao's thighs. The dragon cast Scott a look, eyebrows raised and lips quirking up into a one-sided smirk, although he didn't make a move to shift the stoat away. Why, it would have been strange for the dragon to do such a thing, always being one to lust after and enjoy whatever it was that came his way, even if he was not the one actively instigating it...

Scott gulped and trembled, imagining that cock throbbing under his paw. Was this not what Sasha had meant? She'd said to be bold - oh no! Cold sweat trickled down his spine. Had he gone too far? Had he done too much? Oh no, oh no, oh no, he'd only meant to grab the darn dragon's leg!

Fortunately, however, as his fingers twitched and his mind ground to a halt, the stoat had a more experienced dragon there to lead him right along the correct path.

"Uh... Hey there," Kao chuckled, although there was no hint of awkwardness in his tone as a single wisp of smoke curled from each nostril, weaving and curling back and forth. "What are you doing?"