After Practice
By
Carver

Caprino watched the field disappear behind the school. His small yellow fingertips gripped the plastic lid of an orange juice bottle. He twisted it off eagerly   before putting the mouth of the bottle to his lips.   It was warm and saccharine sweet. But practice was particularly intense and any refreshment was welcome.  

Next to him his mother sat.   She drove casually with one hand gently holding the wheel to keep the car straight. She periodically glanced at her son. Every expression on his face charmed her in some way.   She had fallen into that mother’s groove. She existed to be part of his life.  

Caprino closed his soft yellow and blue lips along the mouth as he tilted the bottle up.. Sucking hard enough to audibly buckle the bottle.   It caught Bleu’s attention and she gave him a little smirk.    

“Wow. You were thirsty today!” Bleu said.   Caprino’s look of momentary confusion turned to blush as he realized how loud he’d been.  

“Yeah Coach Red made us around the diamond a bunch.” Caprino said.   He subconsciously rubbed and pulled at his jersey and pants. He had worked up a heavy sweat earlier that, while dried, left the scent of him saturating his clothes.

His scent was faint and light due to his age.   His smell was unmistakable to Bleu.   Even more so given the complexity of their relationship. An inadvertent deep breath filled her senses with him.   It caused something deep inside her to twitch.

The twitch necessitated her thighs to grind softly. Subtly her thighs pressed her inner walls together..    She quietly licked her lips.   Caprino had started to talk about practice but Bleu’s focus had drifted away from his words and towards his body. That soft sixty-seven pound Dunsparce frame. She had run a finger over every inch of blue and yellow on his body.   And if not a finger, a tongue.  

“Anyway so then coach just said something about team work and made us run around until practice was over.”   Caprino finished his story as they pulled into the long gravel driveway of their home.    The car came to a stop atop four equally spaced rubber mats and an oil pan. All splattered with dirty oil.   Just one more thing that needed fixing.  

	Bleu opened the door and Caprino carried his bag in. It was an adult sized bag and he had to hold the shoulder strap with his hands to keep it steady. He set it down with a soft fwump. The contents rattled a bit before settling in until next practice.  

	As Bleu shut the door behind her she caught his scent again. It made her even more sensitive to his scent.   She began to speak, following a plan she hadn’t realized she formulated.

	“Smells like you need a bath.” Bleu said. Trailing oft softly as she waited for Caprino to respond.  

	“Um. Yeah I guess.” Without another thought he unbuttoned the fly of his pants.   It made him shiver lightly to feel the cool air blowing across his hot, humid underwear and thighs. His tail flagged up as he reached around to unbuckle the tail-strap of his pants. His pants dropped completely to his knees leaving only his tight underwear. They had grayed slightly with wear but the orange stitching was still vibrant.    Caprino suddenly felt a hand on his stomach.  

	“Here honey, let me help you with that.”   Was Bleu’s excuse to put her hands on Caprino. She purposely slid her arms along his to take control.   Her fingers gently cupped his package while she pressed her chest to his back.

	“Um.” Caprino started to say. But his mother’s soft kiss and nibbles on his neck reduced him to shy mumbles.   Bleu slid her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. His hips were warm. His thighs were even warmer.   She pulled the elastic of his underwear.. Her hands slid down. The underwear got caught on his erection. It slipped off with a soft tug. Caprino’s erection stood at full mast. 

	“C’mere honey...I’ll make it feel good.” Bleu said in a soft voice that tried hard to contain her lust behind a motherly demeanor.   Her hands directed him until he had leaned back against the easy chair.   His rump pressed to the edge of the seat as Bleu got down on her knees in front of him.  

	“C’mon mom. I had softball today. I’m really tired… do we have too?” Said the young Dunsparce. His exhaustion and arousal fought to a standstill. Her soft warm breath across his powder blue penis tipped the scales. His protests became silent as his cock throbbed.

	Bleu’s muscles contracted hard the moment she had his taste on her tongue. She closed her lips around him and began to slide her head slowly. Caprino reached to the sides. Holding onto the chair for support as his mother began her work.    Not that he had much experience to go by, But he felt quite certain his mother gave the best blow jobs in the world.  

	Bleu broke the suction to lick along the edges of his shaft. She was sure to make eye contact when she could.   She would look deep into her son’s blue eyes and the powdery blue scales that shadowed them.    Caprino would stare deep into his mother’s own soft brown eyes. Watching as parts of his cock were obscured by her tongue and lips. His hips rolled almost involuntarily. He felt himself glide into her welcoming throat before slipping back out. His body quivering.  

	Bleu could have brought her son to orgasm there.   It would be like all their other encounters. She would pleasure him and swallow all the evidence. Then find some quiet time later to achieve her own orgasm.    Perhaps it was his evolving scent.   But this time her body was not content to be left out.  

	It took Caprino a moment to notice his mother had completely stopped. As he realized what she was doing he felt it. Her lips touched his. Then pressed against his.   Her thick adult tongue slipped into her son’s mouth and pressed against his.   All her experience in the oral arts made her kisses particularly intense.   Caprino could taste himself on her tongue. His testes pulled upwards in a soft clench before relaxing. Had this been his first time he would have easily emptied his load all over her thighs.   As it stood he was being expertly edged by his mother and secret lover.  

	She broke the kiss. Resting on her knees she turned around to face away from her son.   Pushing through her nervous hesitancy and the alarms from her more rational side. She slipped her thumbs under the waist of her yoga pants and panties.   With breath held and a downward press she uncovered her flower. Presenting it to her son.

	“Its.   if you want to finish...” she trailed off. Not sure exactly how to offer her pussy to her son.   Caprino however needed very little convincing. Still wearing his jersey and cap he moved over.   He slid his tip along her scaled vulva.   The sensation soon compelled him to sink entirely inside his mother.

	She was big for him, but not too big. His pelvis hit hers and he’d only gotten half-way to her cervix.   Yet it did grind Bleu in all the right places.   She felt his glans gliding right under her g-spot and the hot drizzle of his pre made her thighs shiver as it dripped down from her clit.  

	His hands were too small to grasp her beautiful rump cheeks. He still pressed them together to give his stomach a cushion to press against. He knees bent and his chest went forward.   Her kiss, her soft pussy lips and love helped him tap into his mating instincts. Caprino began to flex his toes and legs. Rutting his mother with smooth and steady thrusts.

	Caprino’s mother held her hand over her mouth. Muffling her lustful vocalizations. She accommodated their size differences and give him a proper angle to thrust. Caprino himself was reaching the end of his second wind.   His body had become sweaty again. His thrust started to become labored.

	Bleu lowered herself further and pressed against her son. He leaned over her. His narrow arms grasping her abdomen tightly. His toes went rigid. His back went rigid. The first of Caprino’s spurts spilled down into his mother and rested against her cervix.   Followed by two more. Bleu tried her best to support her son. Feeling him laid across her back was enough to send ripples through her body. Her hand held to her mouth to muffle the lustful vocalizations caused by her son.

	After a few moments of rest.   Caprino’s cock was still pulsing.   She could feel his warm, thin seed sitting as a pool atop her cervix.   The longer she stayed like this. The more of his cum would leak into her womb. It filled her with countless aftershock orgasms.   Bleu’s motherly tendencies took over as she heard her son mumble.  Still laid across her backside. 

	“Thank you so much sweetie.   That was wonderful.” Said his mother softly. Easing her son out with a wet, sloppy pop. Her tail supported him as she turned around to let him rest against her chest.   Her arms gently slid under his legs and along his back, lifting him up.    He was certainly larger than he used to be. But still small enough that she could carry him without too much strain.

	“C’mon honey. Lets get you cleaned up.” She said as she walked. Her soft blue inner thighs smeared with leaking cum.

	“Kay.”   Mumbled Caprino as he closed his eyes. Cum still drizzling from his flaccid cock.  

“Love you mom.” Caprino mumbled.

“Love you too honey, so much.” His mother responded.