Came Like an Oedipus in the Night

Rhys rubbed his brow as he chucked his pencil onto the table, it clattering and landing among a mess of papers and books. The 13-year old boy regretted blowing his homework off until this late, it nearing almost three in the Sunday morning. The brown bear had been up all night studying and desperately trying to understand the effects of the ice ages on the local geography, him having a multi-page essay due on the subject first thing on Monday. He was wearing nothing except a loose t-shirt and his boxers, the hot and humid spring air causing him to toss the rest of his clothes off pretty much as soon as he had sat down to ponder his homework. Even still, he was sweating like a pig, the house not having any such luxuries like air conditioning, so he could only open up all the windows he could and hope to God that even the tiniest bit of the cool evening air could blow in. Rhys sighed and leaned back in his chair, glancing over at the clock on his phone. He thought about just how nerdy he was right now: he had the house all to himself for the whole evening, as his mom, Sandra, was out with her friends, and here he was cramming books and writing essays. Though it's not like this was a hugely rare opportunity, the boy's mother did like to take an evening off every now and then to enjoy herself with some friends at a bar, spending the night drinking and singing karaoke, so maybe it wasn't the end of the world if just one of these occasions was wasted on something a bit more boring.

Just as the teen was deep in his own thoughts, he heard a car pulling up to the driveway. He got up from his seat, stretching his legs and arms for a moment, and walked to his room's window, seeing her mother getting out of a taxi. It was quite dark outside, so Rhys couldn't really see her very well, but her movement looked rather shaky and unsteady, Sandra staggering lightly from one side to another as she walked to the front door. He heard the door opening and closing, wobbly steps moving about downstairs, before finally clambering up and retreating into her mother's bedroom, the springs on her bed creaking slightly. The boy's round ears perked up as he stood still, listening further for any possible noises, hearing nothing for a good twenty seconds. Being a single mom, Sandra was usually quite busy, so when she had time to relax and drink she usually hit the bottle quite hard. Not like she was an alcoholic or anything, she just knew how to party. Rhys was quite used to the fact at this point, once having to stick a few band-aids onto her fingers after she'd accidentally dropped a glass bottle and tried cleaning it up. So just to be on the safe side, he'd usually check up and say good night to her after she would get home from a bar. The cub opened his bedroom door, as he suddenly remembered that his pants were wadded up in some corner of his room. He was about to turn around and put them back on, him and his mother generally not waltzing around the apartment half-nude in each other's presence, but his laziness got the better of the boy, him assuming his mom would be too drunk to really understand or remember it by tomorrow morning. So he marched forwards, his clawed paws tapping on the floor towards his mother's room. 

Rhys carefully pushed the door open, a quiet creak ringing through the hallway. Sandra had left the lights on, seemingly collapsing before remembering to flick them off. The teen peeked from the doorway towards the large bed in the other side of the room, his eyes widening from surprise as he took in the sight in front of him. Her mother was lying down on her back, in deep slumber, her chest rising and falling slowly. She didn't have a blanket on her, apparently finding it more than warm enough to sleep even without it. She also hadn't taken off her clothes, still dressed in the outfit she had chosen to go out in: a black crop top and skirt, and fishnet stockings, her high heels discarded next to the bed. With her laying with her feet towards the door, and her skirt being quite short, Rhys could even see her panties peeking from between her legs, deep crimson coloured. He blushed and immediately turned away, he felt like he definitely wasn't supposed to see her mother like that. And what he was extremely sure about was that he absolutely shouldn't be sporting a semi right now, a bulge quickly growing on the front of his boxers. His ears twitched as he listened to her mom snoozing away, a steady but slow breathing working as the background music to his own heart beating so fast he was about to keel over. Every sane part of his brain told him to just turn the lights off and go back to working on the essay, but he was a teenage boy, so he was more working off of pure hormone rather than brainpower. The allure was too much, Rhys simply couldn't resist. One quick look, and that'd be all, he'd go jack off in his bed and probably laugh or cringe about this tomorrow, that's all. 

The cub took a tentative step into the bedroom, his eyes trained at Sandra in case something roused her from her slumber. He tip-toed closer and closer until he was standing right next to her bed, his mother remaining peacefully still. He gulped as his cock grew to full length, the sights being even better from up close. Sandra had always been more on the thicker side when it came to her body, but never crossing over to overweight really. There was a lot to love with her, whether it be her gorgeous thighs, her soft belly, her plump ass, or her full chest. Rhys had never really looked at her in that light before, but right now that was all he could think of, the combination of her figure, in that outfit, laying passed out in front of him, was hitting all the right buttons deep in his psyche he never even knew existed before. The boy knelt down next to the bed, his muzzle a hair's distance away from Sandra's crotch. That was when the scent hit his nostrils, a mixture of a rosy perfume and a deep musk, sweat staining her dark-brown fur from head to toe after spending all night dancing and partying in the sweltering heat. Out of pure instinct, Rhys buried his nose into her mother's fur, inhaling deeply, one hand reaching into his boxers to grasp at his leaking cock. He almost let out a moan, managing at the last second to turn it into a deep exhale, his teeth gritting together as he prayed she didn't hear it. Any sane man would've abandoned ship and retreated back to his room at this point, but the teen was too far gone at this point, his burning thirst needing to be quenched, and there was only one way to do that. 

Sandra was sleeping with one hand on her chest and the other splayed off to the side. Rhys's eyes were fixated at one point in particular, her armpits. He shuffled towards her head slightly, kneeling down with his muzzle at chest-level. He carefully grabbed her hand, slowly bringing and tucking it under her head. Even at this point the scent was intoxicating, a strong musk filling the room from her armpit, just yelling for Rhys to get a closer sniff. And he was more than happy to do exactly that, sticking his muzzle in and getting a lungful of her mother's aroma. With a shaky hand he tore down his own underwear, tossing the boxers off as he sniffed and huffed, his hand hard at work jacking off his length. Rhys let his tongue run across her pit, matting the fur with saliva. As he was mid-lick, Sandra suddenly twitched and started moving, the teen falling onto his ass in panic, frozen completely still with his dick still in his hand. To his surprise and delight, she only sleepily turned around, nuzzling her chin against the pillow as she settled onto the creaky bed belly down, only barely noticing the tickling in her armpit and thankfully not waking up. With his heart racing like he'd just mainlined coffee, Rhys staggered back up.

Intent on not learning from his mistakes, the boy wanted to explore every inch of her mother, Sandra's turning presenting him with a perfect opportunity. He reached for her skirt, flipping it up and pulling down her panties a bit to reveal his mother's perfect round ass, her stubby tail sitting between two plump buns. Rhys clambered up onto the bed, laying down between her legs, his muzzle right up against her behind. He grabbed both of her cheeks, slowly spreading them apart. He then shoved his head at her tailhole, his nose grinding against her pink bud, inhaling her scent deeply. The bedsheets were getting soaked with the amount of precum he was dripping, a wet spot forming between his legs. Getting even more daring, he gave her asshole a few licks, before sinking his tongue in her, the boy's moans absorbed into her thick fur. He rimmed her for almost five minutes straight, exploring his mother deeply in ways he never thought possible, tasting her musk as he lapped away at her tailhole, so exited he was getting light-headed from the lack of breathing. Finally he pulled back, her whole asscrack wet with spit. He was getting close to finishing, but he wanted to take the final step, go the extra mile and get a home run. 

Rhys pulled her panties completely down, his mouth agape as he laid his eyes on her mother's pussy, her puffy lips squeezed between her thick thighs, some pubic fuzz lining her slit. But even more surprisingly, he could see a trickle of white seeping out of her slit, the fur on her crotch and thighs already stained previously in the night. Sandra had gotten busy with some extremely lucky suitor! Images of her mother bent over some corner table in a bar or lying down with legs splayed open in the back seat of some car flashed in Rhys's mind, his cock twitching and shooting a load of precum onto Sandra's thighs, his length so hard it almost physically hurt, throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat. He rubbed a finger at her lips, spreading the cum leaking out of her, before pushing, the digit sinking in without any issues, her insides sweltering hot. He pulled his finger out, stained with cum and her juices, licking it clean with a moan. He absolutely needed to be inside of her, now! The boy shuffled forwards, carefully laying down on her lower back, his hand guiding his dick towards her mother's slit. Rhys had to bite down on his own lip to stop himself from grunting and groaning as he sunk into Sandra, her previous lover's cum and her honey flowing over his length as he went deeper and deeper, eventually bottoming out in her. He laid his head down on her soft fur, wrapping his hands around her belly, as he started fucking his mom, pistoning in and out, quiet moans and sloppy sounds filling the room, the smell of musk and lust overpowering the whole house. Rhys could only get a few minutes of fucking in before his orgasm was at hand, the inexperienced boy feeling a real woman for the first time. He bottomed out in her, grabbing a mouthful of her fur to quiet his sounds, and shot his first rope of cum. His virile seed mixed in with the other guy's, her inside completely filled and overflowing. Every spurt caused the boy's balls to squeeze, drawing a grunt from him, rhythmically thrusting and grinding against her lips, smearing the cum all over her pubic fur. Rhys frantically whispered how much he loved her in between spurts of cum, licking and kissing her back as he unloaded. 

After several minutes, the boy was drained, collapsing on top of Sandra with all his weight. He lied there for almost twenty minutes, panting and kissing her all over, still professing his love of her, half of his mind hoping she'd wake up while the other half wished the exact opposite. Eventually the teen rolled off of her mother, his cock slipping out of her, globs of cum pooling between her thighs. He gingerly pulled her panties up, the pair soaking up enough seed to be completely wet. Rhys had to fight with all of his will to not fall asleep right there, cuddling Sandra, no matter how much that felt like the most perfect place in the world. He hopped off the bed, stumbling off towards the bedroom door. He looked back one last time, his mom still snoozing peacefully, her panties, fur, and the bedsheets a right mess, before turning off the lights and closing the door. Soon he was sleeping as well, too drained to even think about doing homework, that'd have to be finished some other time. In his daze Rhys did also forget something, in the corner of her mother's bedroom was his wadded up boxers, a large stain of precum on the front of them. Those might very well raise some questions down the line, but for now Rhys and Sandra both had nothing weighing down their minds, the two snoring away.