Mama's Boy
Mama's Boy
copyright 2009 comida comida
Disclaimer: This story involves incest between a teenage pup and his mother. If you find this offensive, DO NOT READ IT!
I love my mom. I think every good boy should. She's looked out for me for my whole life, and I've been looking out for her ever since dad left us. I know pups don't usually think of their mom as their friend, but I do. Sometimes we'll talk for hours and, sometimes, when mom would wake up in the middle of the night, she'd come into my room and we'd sleep together. That kinda stopped a few weeks back though.
Some of the best nights I had over the past year were when I was snuggled up in her arms with her paws rubbing my back, but it got kinda weird just before I left for my graduation camp-out from pup-scouts. See... we talked about this sorta thing in health class at school... things called pheromones, and hormones, and all different kinds of mones. And times of the month, and times of life, and getting older... that kinda stuff. Well... anyway, a few days before my camping trip, my mom came into my room and snuggled up to me just like any other time, but it felt... well... different. And I think she noticed too. She went back into her own room.
Really, that's when all the weird stuff started. We'd spent weeks preparing for my camp-out. I'd gone a few times before, but this was gonna be really big. Mom helped me get everything I needed together and we went over outdoor safety and what to do in all different kinds of emergencies, and she was talking about how she'd miss me. Anyway... I found out the next morning after that weird-stuff that Mom was going to come along on the camping trip as a parent supervisor. I didn't mind, except that all the other dogs made fun of me when I showed up with my mom.
Bobby Stubbs had his dad along and no one made fun of him. They didn't make fun of me for very long once my mom got out of the car... she has that effect on people. Most of the pups and all of the scoutmasters just stopped and stared at my mom; we didn't have enough time to get her any camping clothes, so she wore my extra pup scouts uniform. Even though she's my mom, we're almost the same size... the uniform was only a little small on her, but everyone must have been okay with it since all their tails were wagging-- especially the scoutmasters.
We split into different groups so we could all try out our different pup scout skills we'd learned, and each group had two adults along. Bobby Stubbs, me, Jed Bradshaw, Willy Hatter, and another kid I didn't know were all in the same group along with my mom and Bobby's dad. We had a lot of fun our first day out... everyone in my group was really good at what we learned, and mom and Bobby's dad seemed to have a good time watching us. Our first night camping we all stayed up late and told spooky stories. I think Jed was scared, and Willy made fun of him for it. Us pups couts all shared a tent and continued to stay up late telling more scary stories, while Mom and Bobby's dad seemed really eager to get to sleep, so they went off to sleep in the other tent.
The next day, we met up in one big group further in the woods, and we were told that we'd be splitting into smaller groups. Every pup would have one partner and one adult. There weren't an even number of pups though, so that meant that one of us would have an adult all to ourself. Mom has always been a really nice lady, so she volunteered to have only one pup scout with her. She knew that I was really good in the wild, so she wasn't worried about only having 1 scout. The scoutmasters agreed, and we headed back out into the wild for the second half of the camp out.
Mom always told me that girls have to go more often than boys... but even having heard it, I didn't realize just how bad it was until we were on the trail. We were two or three hours into our trip and she stopped like FOUR times to go. I remember being worried that everyone else was getting ahead of us. The scoutmasters said it wasn't going to be a race... but we all knew that the last pup scout to arrive was really going to get teased. I was sure that we were behind but, I mean... she's my mom, so it wasn't that bad. Of course, that time, she was taking even longer than usual.
"You watering ALL the ferns?" I remember saying. It was a joke we used in pup scouts when someone was away from the camp for too long when they were peeing. Mom always finished after me when we went to use bathrooms in the mall, or at the movies, or at restaurants, but it still seemed like she was taking too long.
"Just the cute ones." she answered when she came back out of the brush. She took a sip out of her water bottle, as she adjusted the belt on her shorts. Her legs are longer than mine, so the shorts were really short on her, making even more of her soft, cream-colored leg fur available for dirt and sticks. Somehow, Mom never had the kind of trouble I did with twigs and leaves sticking to her leg fur... even though we have the same long fur, she somehow always manages to avoid getting those kinds of things tangled up in it.
It was a long day and the trail got a lot wilder the further we went. We are both pretty fit collies, and Mom always told me that collies are really good hikers, but I remember it was a pretty hot day, and I think I was panting pretty hard. I was pretty sure that Mom was tired too... but she has a way of hiding that kind of stuff. They are going to be back in town before we will even be at the campsite. I remember complaining, and when I glanced at her, she was staring right back at me.
"Oh don't be such a pill." she stopped long enough to rub my shoulder, "We'll get there, Steven... it's just a blast to enjoy nature." she continued walking on ahead of me, and I paused as part of that weirdness returned. I spent almost all of my life with my mom, but never really noticed the lighter shade of fur at the base of her rump, but I noticed it that day because it was JUST visible along the top of her butt... I think it was because of the jeans. I don't really remember much of the scenery-- it was just weird to keep watching the way the fur moved and flowed when she walked.
"I am enjoying nature."I spoke up in response to a question my Mom asked. I don't know what the question was, but I answered before I even thought about it.
"mmm-hmm..." my mom noted, smiling over her shoulder. I guess I answered it right anyway.
"There's lots to enjoy that is natural... very natural, Steven." she spoke up. Her tail was wagging when she said it-- I remember because I was watching the slow, lazy movements it made through the air. It was a funny movement... not the kind I saw on the playground. It wagged from one side to the other, but stayed pulled to the right side for a half second each time it reached the end of its swing.
"You know... if it gets too late it won't be safe to keep traveling... we'll have to speed things up if you keep walking so slow like that." I think when she said that my mind started working again... a little.
I remembered smiling when I said it. "Don't worry mom." I tried to sound like dad did whenever he was playing hero, "I'll protect you." but I think my giggle ruined it. The sun felt warmer than usual, and the trees looked greener. It was almost like when Mom and I went on those nature walks when I was a really young pup... like being really really happy because everything was right. There was something else too... like when your heart beats really fast and you don't know why. It beat faster when I watched Mom's tail. I remember liking the feeling too.
Mom kept walking, and held her paw out to me, just like she used to when I was really young. There was a smell on her paw... I don't know exactly what it was... but it made my nose run a little... and made my tongue feel heavy in my muzzle. But it was good... it wasn't like a BAD smell or anything, and I didn't feel sick at all. It was a good smell. I guess it's because there wasn't any place to wash up out there, and it might have been something on it. "Well... come on." she said, and it snapped me out of wondering more about it, "You're not too old to hold your mama's paw, Steven... we get to walk together... this is a great weekend."
I wiped my paw off on my shirt-- it was kinda damp, and I put my paw in hers. Her fingers slid between mine and I felt her pads. I think she uses some kind of paw cream to make them so soft. Her paw was warm too, and I couldn't help but say "Me too." Mom told me later that I was smiling like an idiot, but I think she was just poking fun at me, "I don't even miss the TV." I added for her benefit... of course I missed the TV, but Mom always said that a little white lie now and then isn't a bad thing.
She didn't have a chance to say anything about that because we both stopped when she smelled something. I found out later that Roger Niddermeyer's dad was barbecuing something, but we didn't know it at the time-- it just smelled really good.
"Well, honey..." Mom said, picking up the pace a little, "Let's jog ahead for a little while to see if we can find everyone. That is... if you're not too tired." she grinned. Holding my paw, she pulled me along with her, looking back to make sure I was keeping up. I remember seeing her front a few times-- the... uh... thingies on her chest bounced a lot more than the girls in PE did. I thought I was tired, but for some reason it didn't seem hard to keep up.
It was kinda funny... I had a lot more energy than I thought I would, even carrying my camping pack. I was laughing while we ran, and mom's ears were blushing too. After awhile though, all the silly stuff stopped and I started feeling tired again. Mom slowed down with me, and I remember watching as the ruffling of her fur as the wind brushed against it made it almost seem like she was underwater... or like in a dream or something. We had been jogging for like five minutes, but it felt longer... probably because we'd been hiking so much. Mom finally came to a stop and she looked around.
"You know... I don't see them anywhere... can you wait on the path while I go use the bushes, honey?" she let go of my paw. "Thanks." she said. She doesn't always wait for an answer. She kissed me on the cheek and picked her way through the brush, tail wagging... it stayed mostly to the side that time too, and she tip toed just out of view. While she was out of view, I raised my paw to my muzzle and took a sniff of it-- the smell was on my paw, and it smelled good. I found out pretty quick what it was too.
Mom let out a sigh... the kind that parents do and you don't know why. I smelled Mom's scent again even across the distance as she knelt down behind a tree. "You know, Steven... I think you're doing great today... I remember a few years ago when we went camping as a family you would have been complaining all day long. I'm proud of you, honey."
The sound of the stream spattering the forest made me lose track of what she was talking about-- I'm not really sure why... it just seemed weird to be standing there... again... while my mom pissed behind a tree... again. Just thinking about it makes my ears turn red. It was kinda odd being that close to someone peeing... after all, we always do it in bathrooms, behind closed doors and everything, but it seemed okay with my mom, so that felt kinda good.
"Damn it..." Mom cursed after the stream stopped. She never cursed as far as I could tell... least of all, around me. The bushes rustled from behind the tree, and I craned my neck to see if she had disappeared or something, but I felt myself blushing when I realized it was kinda rude to do. "Oh hell... damn bush." she cursed again before calling, "Steven, honey?"
"Yeah mom?" I wasn't really sure what to say... but it seemed pretty simple. I took a few steps closer, but kept the tree between us so I wouldn't be walking closer in a rude way. My tail was wagging a lot... I like helping my mom, but there was something else about the situation... stupid thing has a mind of its own. The smell was stronger when I stepped closer... even stronger than on my paw. I remember licking my muzzle before my Mom answered.
"Steven... I need your help... my panties got caught on some bush and now I can't get free." she laughed, "I feel silly... squatting down to relieve myself... and now I can't get off."
"Just... uh,.. hold still..." I think my voice trembled... after all, what do you say to someone who has their panties caught in a bush? I tiptoed closer to her... it's kinda embarrassing having to help your mom get up after peeing. She was bent over with her paws fumbling for her shorts, which were still clinging to a bush around her ankles. Her rump was facing my way, tail up... and I think I choked on my tongue because I saw everything underneath it and, lower than that, a still damp opening that I only ever saw in those sex ed videos... well... and the magazines the janitor kept in his office... but I only saw those once when Paul Reekie snuck them out right after winter vacation.
I think my feet stopped listening to me about then... they kept trying to get in each other's way and I tripped over my own paws a couple a times. I'm not exactly sure of everything that happened, but I remember helping Mom. I said something about seeing the problem-- her panties were stuck to a bush-- I already said that, right? Anyway, I bent down to help untangle them, but the powerful blast of smells made me dizzy. The smell was warm, and it came out of my Mom's body. I don't think my piss smells like anything special, and never really noticed that hers did either... until then.
"Here,.. here you go,.." I was very careful not to touch my mom while I pressed her panties down flat against the ground, "Just step out,.."
Mom braced herself against a tree, shifting her body weight, and I remember jumping in surprise when a drop of her pee fell down onto the bridge of your muzzle. I know it sounds disgusting, but it really wasn't... I mean... the smell was... well... the smell was good. She didn't seem to notice as she wiggled one of her paws, siding it free of her panties... then the other. She was standing right in front of me, buttoned-up uniform top and hiking boots... without anything else on. "Well... if you wanted to get me out of my panties..." she grinned.
I picked up the panties with nearly numb paws, but everything was kind of hazy-- like I was trying to say something or do something, but my brain was still locked onto the piss on my muzzle... and, without thinking, I licked over my nose with the agile tongue that Mom says runs everywhere in my family. I finally got through to my brain and blinked a few times to clear the fog. It was embarrassing, and I scratched the back of my neck to buy some time, "Well,.. uh,.. anyways... I got them... uh... unstuck..." I looked away and handed the panties to my Mom-- I remember that they were still warm.
She laughed... of course. Mom always has a way of finding something to laugh about, "Thank you, honey." she said, and gave me a hug. It was just like any of the other hugs she'd give me, but I specifically remember the feel of her fur, warm against my clothes, and the kiss on my cheek, "Give me a minute to get these back on..." she knelt down and undid a boot, "Hold this." she handed it to me, and turned around, bending over so she could slide her panties back on.
I hadn't really realized that I was watching as much as I had... but I was struck dumb again when I got an up close and personal view of her backside. She leaned back and presses her butt against me when she almost lost her balance. It made a dark spot on my shorts where her... uh... female parts touched me.
My body was shaking more than the time I fell into a frozen lake. My muzzle was hanging open, and I couldn't do anything to close it. I just remembered standing there with that goooooood smell washing all over me. I felt the heat of my mom's butt pushing up against me, but her other part was even hotter. "o-o-o-okay,.." I mumbled, or something like that as she caught her balance. I felt like I lost an opportunity, not that it really made sense just then.
She leaned back against me again though, while she put her panties back on. My body kinda moved on its own, and my waist nudged back. Its strange, but when you get a boner, it usually feels really hard and stiff and uncomfortable when you got your pants on... but even though it was getting squished between us, it felt better. I remember taking a deep breath, and my head was swimming with mom's smell.
I was just noticing my teeth chattering when mom fidgeted again, falling back against me so that I could feel even more weight against my hips, and her soft girl parts put so much pressure against the front of my pants. I closed my eyes as they rolled upward, and I got a little embarrassed when I felt some drool drip out of the side of my muzzle. I bit my lip and slowly took a step back to give my mom more room... but I really didn't want to. I opened my muzzle to say something, but got really embarrassed when only a whine came out.
Mom finally straightened up, pulling her panties back into place and covering her girl parts... and she turned around to look at me. I blushed more. "Steven, honey... are you alright? Are you getting tired? Do you need to lay down?" she didn't wait for an answer-- she usually didn't, and headed right back towards her hiking pack where she dropped it near the edge of the trail and picked it up, "Come on... the map said that there's a little stream further up and we can set up camp there." she moved a little faster after that, heading towards the path. I don't know why she didn't put her shorts back on but I picked them up and carried them... really close to my muzzle-- they smelled so good. I don't think she noticed anyway.
The sky to the right was starting to turn red when it came into view through the trees. I remembered that there was only about an hour of good light that time of year once sunset started, but I didn't spend a lot of time looking at it. I kept my eyes on my mom's rump, and her swinging tail, and the damp spot underneath it-- it was everything I could see and everything I could smell. I learned all about that sort of thing in health class, but I knew it was nothing like that. I licked the back of my teeth in thought while I followed her. It wasn't like it was sexual-- it was my mom... so it couldn't have been.
I took a minute to adjust my shorts while she wasn't watching... boners are really uncomfortable, if you didn't know. It didn't really work well... that's one problem with sheaths... once you get too excited you have to wait for your knot to calm down before it'll go back in. Trying to get my thingie back inside before my knot shrunk was about as useless as trying to forget the feel of my mom against the front of my pants at that point.
I don't think we went very far, but it felt like miles with my dick squished inside my shorts, and no matter how uncomfortable it was, walking wasn't making it calm down. My mom just kept walking ahead of me, her panties just barely pulled up to her tail. Girl panties are kind of funny... all that lace and frilly stuff all over it-- it must have been really uncomfortable for it to be stuck up under her tail like that. But we finally got to where we wanted to go, and mom put her pack down on a large rock and went to the long stretch of water that flowed past the clearing.
It was more than just a "stream". It was a pretty big river, and I'll bet it was probably almost as deep as I am tall. I set my pack next to mom's on the rock. She was out of her pack a lot faster, since she didn't have herself to look at. Anyway, I realized that a cold jump into the river would probably help... but I knew if I got out of my shorts there my mom would definitely have seen my... er... problem. I tried to figure out how to get around the problem when my mom stepped up to the shore and got my attention by speaking up, "ugh... the one thing I hate about hiking... it gets me so sweaty."
She pulled the uniform's shirt up and over her head, somehow managing to get out of it without even unbuttoning it. The whole thing seemed impossible since it was so tight on her to begin with. I remember being unable to answer, just staring at her fine, smooth fur. Her bra was the same color as her panties, and my darn tail probably looked like a helicopter. I realized then that I wouldn't probably be able to sleep all night... and I'd have to lay on my back or risk poking a hole in the bottom of the tent. She turned to look at me, and at that time I realized that she asked me a question, "Huh?" I answered. She was used to hearing it from me, I think, because she didn't seem to mind.
"You coming for a dip, or no?" she asked, tail lazily wagging.
"Yeah... I'm sweaty too..." I said after a minute. I could sniff the air and smell myself... that's how I knew I really needed a bath. I pulled my own uniform up over my head, but I didn't have anywhere near the same luck as my mom, because it got stuck on my muzzle, and I was standing there in the middle of the forest with an upside down uniform covering my view of everything. Worst of all, the damp armpits of my shirt were rubbing all over my ears; I hate it when my ears are sticky.
"That water looks freezing." I spoke up, trying to say something while I fidgeted with my uniform.
"Then start a fire." she spoke from the water. While I fought with the clothing covering my face, I could hear the sound of a small splash of water, followed by my mom squeal, "Yep! Cold!" she giggled. That squeal, followed by the giggle made a shiver run up my spine, and my boner hurt even more. By the time I heard her heavy breathing in response to the cold water I was ready to rip the shirt apart just so I could unbutton my shorts. I didn't have to though since I finally freed my head and I tossed the top of my uniform next to my pack.
Even though I really wanted to sit and watch my mom, I knew that there were other things I had to do. I saw that the sun was fading in the west and her idea of a fire would have to be a more "right-now" kinda thing. My mind was on her, so I must have looked really funny fumbling around here and there looking for wood. I tripped a few times, but got enough firewood in the end. I sat down to arrange the wood for a workable campfire, but my attention was on the sounds of splashing behind me.
With the help of the tinderbox it only took a minute or two to get the fire going. I was just starting to enjoy the glow when I heard the sound of my mom get out of the river. I wanted to turn around, but I knew that I shouldn't. I bet the whole forest heard my yelp when a cold drop of water hit my bare back.
"Just in time, too." my mom said from over my shoulder. Her arms slid around my front and she hugged me. The cold water soaked my fur and it made me shiver all over... but what made me shiver more was that I could feel her... uh... boobies... and they were pressing against my back. Her scent, though mostly washed off, was still plenty powerful, and it made me take in a deep breath as I enjoyed it. "It WAS cold." she said. Her warm breath, coupled with the hot sensations her scent gave me was a big change from the rest of the cold.
My tail started wagging before I realized with complete horror that it was smacking the inside of her thighs. Thwap-thwap-thwap, and she squealed like nobody's business. She shivered against my back before letting me go, "That water WAS cold... and I have to go bundle up." She finally let me go, leaving me feeling all tingly... and not just because of the cold water.
Mom moved closer to the fire, standing just in front of me. Her tail brushed across my arm when she bent over next to me. She slid her panties down again, and, for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes away from the little drops of water hanging off of her damp tail. I quickly gripped onto either side of my shorts as I felt my paws slowly begin to extend towards my mom.
She pulled away from me, leaning towards the fire and I bit my lip so I could think, looking to the fire instead. The fire was warm, but I still felt a coldness begin to build up inside of me. I swallowed a big knot in my throat as I rasped out "I can... uh... help." before I even realized that my thoughts turned into words.
She just smiled at that, turning to lay her panties out on a flat rock next to the fire to dry. When she bent down, I ended up with another view of her under-tails for the second time that night. I saw the fine curve of her rump, and the lighter color of the fur under her tail as it passed along to her belly. I couldn't help but lean just a little closer, reveling in the scent that rose up from the inviting opening. I ended up staring for too long, because she was looking at me over her shoulder when I finally snapped out of it. I never saw her smile like that before. She stood up and moved closer to me.
"Oh baby... you're doing so well out here... I'm proud of you." she opened her arms and gave me a hug, nuzzling my neck as she pulled me close to her. I felt her boobies press up against me, and it made my pants feel even tighter. "Mmmm... you are so warm..." she murrred into my shoulder fur. Her breath made my knees feel weak, and I think around that time one of my legs started shaking, and my paw tapped the ground repeatedly.
"You... uh... make it a lot of...y'know...fun." I said, or something like it-- I don't remember... I felt so stupid right then. My dick felt like it was bent in half inside my shorts. Her entire scent was like a mist... except while a mist keeps you from seeing right, her scent kept me from thinking right. My arms folded around her body in a hug, and I tried to find a place where I could rest my paws around her, but everywhere felt... well... kinda embarrassing. I ended up just pressing them against her back. I don't think she minded.
Mom mrrred against my neck, and licked it. She mumbled something quietly, but I was too busy enjoying her smell to pay any attention to it. Mom's weight slowly pulled me sideways as she leaned, and she ended up lowering us to the ground. I'm just a little smaller than mom, but not by a lot, so it wasn't hard for her to pull me over since I wasn't stopping her from doing it. Plus, it was a lot easier to feel her entire body with mine when I didn't have to worry about standing with such shaky legs.
I remember gasping when her teeth nibbled through the fur at my neck, and her free paw reached around to where my paws were on her back and grabbed hold of a wrist. I thought I was in trouble until she moved my paw down to her butt. Her waist was pushing against my shorts really bad... kinda painful. "Oh, Steven... you're so wonderful... I'm glad I can be here with you." she said, muffled into my neck fur.
I think I did okay once her paw gave me directions. I guess she must have felt my boner through my shorts too, because she took notice of it, and smiled. My ears really turned red... and I tried to find something to say to cover up how embarrassed I was but she didn't seem to mind too much. "Oh...my poor baby..." mom said in her mothering, with a big smile. She kissed my neck again and nibbled my fur. We were both laying on her sides, hugging close. Mom had her weight on one of her knees and one of her paws, but she pressed her free knee against my leg, and pushed against me, rolling me onto my back.
The world spinned for a minute while I just laid on my back and let my mom's scent flow all over me. She continued with the motion and ended up on top of me. Our weight didn't do anything to keep my tail from wanting to wag though, and it kept trying even though it was pinned against the ground.
Mom finally released my paw at her rump, and used both of her paws to slid through the fur on my belly while she sat on my knees. The first claw on either paw hooked on the front of my shorts, and easily opened the button and pulled the zipper down with just one finger, "I didn't mean to hurt you." she nuzzled my chin, and slowly rolled to the side, taking me with her until I was laying atop her. I was a little embarrassed that the front of my shorts were opened... especially since I never bothered wearing underwear when I hiked-- it gave me a rash if I did. Mom smiled.
Her free paw slid around my waist. I yelped in surprise as it wormed into my shorts, and I jumped when she grabbed a hard hold of one of my butt cheeks... just like I was doing with her. She caught my eyes with hers, and just stared up at me. I saw the campfire twinkling in her eyes, along with some other, more powerful glint that allowed me to see my reflection... and I think my eyes were glimmering too. I felt the tip of her tail wagging against the ground beside my knee, and I know mine was wagging too.
My tail had started up its helicopter thing again-- I could feel it going berserk. Mom's scent was exciting when I smelled it mixed with mine. She craned her head up, and touched her nose to mine, "I hope you're feeling okay, baby, because I don't want to do anything that's hurting you."
"It's okay..." I tried to speak up, but it came out as a squeak. I remember feeling embarrassed when my hips started pushing against her, moving back and forth as her long, silky fur tickled my legs and balls. My paw grabbing her butt was trapped under her as she laid on it, and the other was resting on the ground next to her head, holding me up. Her tail continued to tickle my leg as it wagged. My nose was filled with her scent, and I think my muzzle was drooling... but my boner was drooling more. It was leaking a lot, making her belly fur slick all over.
Mom pulled me down closer to her, and she kissed the side of my muzzle. Her free paw reached up to grab mine, taking my weight off of it and forcing me to lower my chest against hers. I felt the weight of my body squish my boner against her body, caught against both our bellies but the pressure wasn't like with my shorts... it felt gooooooood. My body kept making my hips move without me even thinking about it. Her paw slowly led mine down to a small opening at the side of our legs. Mom waited until my hips pulled back a little and she moved both our paws between us.
I pulled back just a little as her velvety arm fur brushed across my withdrawn sheath. The feel of it wasn't exactly a tickle, and it didn't hurt... but it made me want to laugh and whine at the same time. IN the end, I ended up shivering at the feel of her fur when the tip of my boner brushed through it. Mom kept my own paw moving though, and I remember recoiling in surprise as I felt the tips of my fingers brush across her hot, wet opening. She let go of my paw then, and hers found its way to my ball sac. I remember biting my tongue hard when she started touching it and cupping it... it felt so good.
"Such a good boy... so warm too..." she nibbled my cheek fur, and I felt her grip my rump with her other paw the same way as my paw underneath her was forced against hers. My paw stuck between us flexed, and I felt the sides of mom's female opening part just a little around one of my fingers. I jumped in surprise as a single finger caressed up beneath my tail, tickling at its underneath at the hole there before easing my shorts down past my tail, almost catching my fur in the still-latched button on the back.
I don't remember stopping for very long because my hips kept wanting to move. I pressed my paw forward a little more, and I felt the hot, slippery insides of my mom's girl parts. Her finger returned to the underside of my tail, and I felt the soft, silken pad on it ease up against my tail-hole. Her other paw slid up my sac and I felt her palm grip the end of my sheath and the hard knot there.
I don't really remember what happened after that... but the feeling... oh wow. It was like... when you get hit in the balls with a baseball... only it was as good as that feels bad. I remember howling, or screaming, or yelling, or something, and I felt kinda like I had to pee, only I knew it wasn't pee that was coming out, and her fur was a lot stickier when I was done.
I didn't realize until that powerful feeling started to go away that my mom's finger was inside of me... just as much as mine was inside of her. She was moaning, and I felt her female bits clamp down around my finger, and a powerful wash of her scent flooded the area so much that I almost thought I was going to make a mess again myself... but she calmed down, and I could slowly begin to also smell a scent I knew was mine own all over.
My hips kept shaking for a minute afterward, and I felt small little shocks of shivers touch me all over my balls and my dick and my hips. I didn't think I'd ever feel anything else as good as that, ever. With a quiet mrrr, Mom smiled, and rolled over again, forcing me onto my back.
"Such a good boy." she giggled, looking down into my eyes, as one or two errant drops of my own spew dripped down onto me. I guess I should have been a little disgusted at that... I mean... guys aren't supposed to be covered with that stuff, but my boner was still there, and my mom just smelled so good. I swallowed at the knot in my throat, and nodded. My mom always called me a good boy.
"Now you just lay back and let mama handle everything." she crooned, and slid back up onto me. Mom didn't rest herself on my knees this time, moving her waist up to mine so that I could feel little droplets of her own drip down onto my boner. They felt hot... like her insides did against my finger. When I thought nothing could have ever felt better than her hand around my thing, mom proved me wrong. I learned later what she was going through was called 'heat'. I learned even more about it the month after, and more than that last month too. I can't wait... because I'm sure I'll have even more to learn this month.