Crickets chirp, a soft wind blows, and the sun makes it’s way down behind McDuck Manor as another thrilling day of adventure winds to an end. For Della Duck, it was days like this that reminded her of the decade she had missed. Her boys had grown into amazing adventurers worthy of the duck family name, all without her. It was typical of her to flip through a photo album of the boys Donald had gifted her at the end of every day. She was so proud of her kids and everything they had become. Thingking about at always managed to tier her up, as she was about to before hearing a knock on her bed room door. “Hay, mom”, the door creeks open, Dewey walks in to find a tier running down his moms face.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Della runs her arm over her face, wiping away her tiers, a smile washes over her face feeling a tender hug around her waist. Dewey couldn’t help but notice the photo album on the night stand and it wasn’t difficult, even for him, to connect the dots.

The duckling looked up at his mother, “it’s okay mom, your here now. That’s all that matters.” Della gets on her knees to run her hand over her sons head feathers. Dewey fallowed with a kiss on her beak. The two had a strong affection for one another, stronger then the other boys. “I love you mom.” Della tears up a bit more, this time tiers of joy. “Oh sweet heart, I love you too.” She brakes her hug with Dewey, placing her hands on his shoulders, “hay, how about a little snack!”

Dewey’s eyes widened, he shook his head looking forward to the little ritual the two shared. Della picked her self up and lied down on her bed. she unbuttoned her shirt while Dewey joined and climbed on top of her. He helps her remove the shirt, hands trembling, and eyes fixed on his mother’s exposed breast. They had done this many times before, but for Dewey it was always like the first. “Go on Dewey, you must be hungry after the long day we had.”

Dewey’s head dives into Dellas left tit, his beak taking hold of her nipple with a strong suction. He moans softly as he tastes his mother’s milk. “Oh Dewey”, Della whispers as her heart races. Dewey periodically paused on his sucking to deliver short kisses around her breast and licking up any drops of milk he may have missed. He looked up to his moms face, she gazed back with puppy dog eyes, running her hands across her sons cheeks. “How is it dear?” Dewey responded after a long kiss on the beak, “it’s awesome mom!” Dewey resumed sucking on his moms tits. He’d suck on one while caressing the other. Soon Dellas melons glistens with Dewey’s saliva. Dewey took notice of how much his mom seemed to enjoy having her tits licked with his tongue, every time being followed by a gasp. This encouraged him to pick up the pace. He traced his tongue around her nipple, looking up to gage her reaction. “Dewey baby! You little sweet heart!” Dewey then switched the motion to up an down, going really fast. “DEWEEWWWYYYY!!!” He’s caught off guard as squirts of milk gets squirted all Over his face.

Besides adventure this was there special way of bonding. She missed being able to do this when the boys were baby’s, and in a way it felt like she was getting a bit of that time back. When she introduced Dewey to nursing she contemplated getting Huey and Louie in on it as well, but after her first time with Dewey she seemed to take to the idea of this just being their special little secret. She tried not to think about it to much, but in addition to the bonding there also was a sexual aspect to it as well. There was something about her precious little duckling that made her pussy drip. Every now and then the thought of pinning him down on his back and taking her baby between her legs crossed her mind. That’s where she told her self they needed to stop.

Dewey’s face was soaked, milk dropped from his beak down to his panting mother. Dellas legs were shaking as she discovered she had came a bit in her pants, a visible wet mark on the out side. She gathered herself together and sat up. “ I’m so sorry Dewey, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Dewey didn’t seem to mind, licking his beak as Della guided him to her bath room. Della wet a towel and ran it over his face, apologizing once again. “Your sorry?”, Dewey questioned, “That was awesome! Do you thing you could do it again?!?” Della was surprised by his reaction. It was stuff like this that really tempted her. Rather or not he knew what he was doing, it seemed that Dewey felt the same attraction to her as she felt towards him. “Sorry dew, I think thats enough for today.” The look on her sons face was always disappointing when she had to tell him to stop. “But mom”, Dewey hugged her waist and kissed her exposed tummy, “I cant stop.” Della took hold of her sons shoulders, but couldn’t summon the will to push him away, “Dewey! stop.” Her legs quivered as her little boy sporadically kissed the lower half of her body and held her tight. He gave her a long wet smooch, right above her waist, inches away from her her dripping wet pussy. The duckling looked up at his mother with puppy dog eyes, “please mommy, your boobies are sweeter than ice cream.” Dewey took notice at the wet spot on Dellas pants that grew larger, sparking his curiosity. “Mom, your peeing.” 

Beads of sweat ran down Della face, her will power was fading. She wanted to fuck her little Dew-drop so bad, “that’s no pee dear.” Dewey fiddled with her button, “can.. can I see?” She said nothing, she didn’t resist as her pants were pulled down along with her now drenched panties. Dewey gazed in aw, her thighs glisten with her juices that seeped from her hole and ran down her legs. Della shut her eyes, what kind of mother would she be if she allowed this to happen. Dewey mouth was salivating, it was too late to turn back now. “Mom... Can I?”, she nodded I. Agreement, her eyes still clamped shut. Dewey’s beak makes contact with her entrance, causing his mother’s hole body to shake. He suckles on her pussy as if he was being nursed, tasting her forbidden milk for the very first time. Della leaned against the bathroom sink as the little duckling began slurping on her cunt. Della allowed her self to open her eyes, she glanced down to the adorable site of her sons beak Buried between her legs, looking right back at her.

“Tongue... use your tongue sweetheart.” Della whimpered. Dewey obeyed, his tongue slithered up her guts, it melted inside of her as his saliva mixed with her nectar. The horny mother shouted her baby’s name in ecstasy, soon after, she squirted, once again drenching Dewey’s face in her fluids. Dewey pulled away panting, a shiny string of saliva still connected them together. “Mommy....”, Dewey’s eyes widened suddenly, crossing his legs and pulling his shirt down between them. Della regained her composure and took hold of the bottom of Dewey’s shirt. “It’s okay baby, let mommy see.”, she gave him a warm smile as she lifted up his shirt, Dewey lifts up his arms, allowing her to take it off along with his under shirt. “Don’t be scared darling, this just means you really love your mommy. Now, you can’t tell anyone about this. Okay?” Dewey nods in agreement. “Alright, lets go back to bed”, Dewey nods again and is picked up. Della carries him in both arms back to the bed room, gently laying him down on her bed and joining him.

The two fully naked ducks lay on their sides, and Dewey wraps his legs around Dellas stomach and his beak around her nipple. He sucked franticly as he humped his mom, his slick cork crew penis attempting to penetrate the mother ducks belly button, letting out a pathetic wine as he seeks stimulation. Della giggled, she rolled on top of him, her fully gown body toward over the small duckling. “Oh my god”, Della whispered, running her soft hands over her sons chest, “mommy needs to fuck you.” Dewey’s face blushed red, his beak fell wide open in amazement.

Della takes hold of Dewey’s throbbing cock, teasing him and rubbing his shaft against her entrance. “Oh mom... what’s happening?” Della lines up his tip with her pussy, “shhh, just relax love.” Dewey gripped the sheets tight as his mother slid down his rod, fully engulfing him. He shivered trying to hold back his gasps. She was so warm, so tight, the pressure inside only growing as the duck boys dick grew harder. Della thrusted up, starting slow for her baby’s first time, but it was still too much to handle. Dewey sat up and wrapped his arms around her, “oh mom....” He tried containing his moans, he bit down on his lower beak and shut his eyes. Della makes her way back down, Dewey’s dick sinking back into mommys insides. Her wetness coated him. 

The duck boy erupts, the love for his mommy could no longer be contained. “Dewey!!!” Della feels her sons spunk gush into her. He came so hard, it was so hot, and so thick, Della wasn’t expecting the ten year old to cum at all, but he fills her up, his baby batter oozed and pooled on top oh his body and soaked the sheets. Dewey panicked, “mom! I’m so sorry! I tried to hold....” Della interrupted him, “it’s okay dear. You were amazing!”, she leans in to give him a hug, “I’m so proud of you Dewey! I’ll always be proud of you.” The two exchange kisses, and soon fall asleep in each others arms. Dewey suckling his moms tit as he drifts to sleep under the now wet bed sheets.