All characters are over the age of 18.
All characters are copyright WithFurvor.
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The Andersons: Aftermath of A Night Out
Jacob sat at the foot of his bed, staring aimlessly past his bedroom wall. He was nervous. It was a Sunday morning, the morning after the night he watched his mother cheat on his father with a stranger from a night club encounter. It wasn't necessarily having seen the scenario that made him so anxious, but the fact that he had been seen himself. His mother had spotted him, with his cock in his paw. Later that night, last night, they spoke together. His mother had confronted him in the living room, and posited him with question after question. Why had he been there? Why was he watching her? Why did he masturbate? Speechless, Jacob found himself unable to answer her. Finally, after receiving Jacob's word that he would tell no one, his mother suggested they resolve to wait until the morning to discuss the situation. Perhaps that way they would both have time to process things. Now it was morning, and Jacob couldn't find the nerve to leave his room.
Leaving the room meant facing things. It meant acknowledging to his mother that he had not only followed her, but masturbated to her as well. He knew why he had followed her, of course. He had suspected something was up for a while, his parents relationships being as rocky as it had been lately. What he couldn't answer even to himself is why he found it so arousing. Somewhere between the shock of realizing what a whore his own mother was, and then seeing the extraordinary level of skill she presented in such a position, he had been overcome. Was he attracted to her? He had never really thought about her in that way before, but suddenly he couldn't get the image out of his mind. The sight of her rear, so shapely, in view through her car's window kept popping in to his head. The equine had been thrusting so forcefully...
A gentle knock came rapping at Jacob's door, snapping him out of his thoughts. Without waiting for an answer, his mother opened it from the other side. They looked at each other for a moment, Jacob found his mom's expression unidentifiable.
"So." Ava started, "Your father is at work and your sister is out. Come downstairs and I'll make you some breakfast while we talk."
After another moments pause she closed the door quietly.
Jacob exhaled nervously, he felt as though he had been holding his breath the entire time his mother leaned in that doorway. So this was it. He stood up solemnly and walked out of his room. As he padded down the stairs he could smell the breakfast his mother was cooking at it put him at ease, but as he turned the corner in to the kitchen his jaw dropped at what he saw. His mother was wearing an apron, and only an apron. With her back turned to her son as worked at the stove, Ava had made certain to put her luscious rear in full view for the boy, her little cotton ball tail twitching cutely as she cooked.
"Do Pancakes sound good, hun?" She spoke without looking away from the stove.
"Why are you naked?" Blurted Jacob.
"That doesn't answer my question, silly." Ava looked back at her son with a mischievous smile. "Go sit at the table, I'll join you in a minute."
Speechless, Jacob did as he was told and made his way to the kitchen table. The entire way to his chair he couldn't move his eyes from his mother's rear, causing him to hit his shin against his chair as he came to it. He cursed silently, but noticed one of his mother's long ears turning towards the sound. As he sat down, he couldn't help but hope she hadn't caught him peeking, despite the fact that it was obvious she was setting herself on display for him.
Ava noticed her son's apprehension. Despite being naturally curious, he was such an adorably confused boy when it came to girls. She was absolutely certain he was a virgin, and before last night she even had her suspicions that he might be gay. Not that she'd have cared, but still. She loved the way she could work this power over him. She didn't have to look back at her son to feel his eyes all over her ass. Ava did ever so love male attention, even if it was from her own son. In fact, she was starting to think she liked her son's attention quite a lot.
She carried a plate of pancakes to her son with the same mischievous smile she had flashed him earlier. Carefully, she sat the plate down in front of him and reached for the blueberry syrup she had placed on the table earlier; her son's favorite. She bent low so that her face was near his, her cleavage exposed to him, and slowly began to drizzle the syrup on to the pancakes.
"Just tell me when to stop." She said with a girlish giggle.
Jacob's mouth was hanging open, and he looked as a deer in headlights at his mother's breasts, barely covered by the apron that held them. They were so big, and the fur looked so soft. A few moments too late, her words finally reached him. He looked over at his pancakes with a blush, they were soaked in syrup.
"T-that's good." He said.
"So." Ava started slowly, and as she spoke she began to cut up his pancakes for him. "We need to talk about last night."
Jacob was absolutely out of his element. His mother used to cut up his pancakes like this when he was a child, but she hadn't done it in years. It made him feel weird.
"Yeah, we do." He spoke, finally, attempting to strengthen his resolve. "Why were you cheating on dad? I should tell him. I should wait for him to get home and tell him every-,"
Without warning Ava pushed a fork full of pancake in to the boy's mouth, leaning in front of him with a devious grin. She carefully pulled the fork out of his mouth before answering.
"Your father just doesn't do it for me anymore, Jacob." She answered, picking up a napkin from the table and dabbing her son's mouth with it. He blushed. "You and your sister both know that our marriage has been dead for a while now. But your mother is still a woman, sweetheart." Her voice was so saccharin and lovely that it left Jacob in a daze, not to mention the way she was quite literally mothering him.
"I-I don't think that's a good excuse, mom." He said, swallowing. "It isn't right."
