Jackie tossed and turned in her bed. She was far too excited for the coming day to let herself rest.  It had been nearly a month since she’d last seen her son, Rick, after he’d gone off to college. He was normally very good about coming home every other weekend, but it was the last month of his winter semester at his school and he needed the time to study.  But as soon as Jackie woke up the next day, she was going to see him again. She would have her boy home, and they could finally be together again for a relaxing break. 
	The vixen sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to rest unless she tired herself out. Jackie huffed, and reached for her phone. She opened the photo app, and opened a special folder tucked away in another folder. The first photo she pulled up immediately warmed her loins.  A photo of Rick, nude from the waist down, sitting in a very clearly pee-soaked bed with a caption that said “I hadda accident, mommy…” displayed under it. The pajama shirt Rick wore bore the same cartoon characters from his favorite childhood television show, but sized up to fit an adult male fox. 
	Rick had never gotten fully over his bedwetting. Jackie always told him that he would, but it never ended up happening. However, after Jackie had come to enjoy Rick’s accidents, many of the mornings where Rick woke up wet were no accident. Sure, he had the occasional very real bedwetting accident, but more often than not he chose to soak his bed. Whether it be because he and his mother boy enjoyed it, or just because he felt like being lazy and didn’t want to get out of bed. He did it much less often in college, however, which made this photo that much more special to Jackie. Rick had woken up to a wet bed after a night of drinks, and the first thing he thought to do was to text her a photo. 
	The nudity of Rick in the photo wasn’t the only thing that warmed Jackie’s body. The thought of knowing that her boy, her mate, thought of her immediately upon waking up in a wet bed made her long for him even further. The bond they shared went beyond mother and son, or as mates. There was something intertwining the two that made it all that much more special. They could possibly blame it on their fox biology, with their strong libidos and the idea of someone taking one of their children as a mate being socially accepted, but they chose to ignore all of that. They loved one another deeply, and that was what mattered most. 
	Jackie let her paw wander between her legs as she scrolled to the next photo. A photo of Rick wearing his baseball uniform, with the pants pull town, his short lifted, and the tip of his cock poking out of his jockstrap was the photo that showed up on her screen. “My little athlete…” she moaned to herself, rubbing herself through her panties, the clothing getting damp under her fingers. She scrolled to the next photo. Rick was fully nude, on his hands and knees with a leg lifted like a feral dog. The photo was captioned “ready to give you a shower.”
	The mature vixen shivered at the thought of feeling Rick’s warm piddle spray all over her.  Once the two had determined they both liked watersports, with very few exceptions, it was one of their favorite things to do together. Any bed they shared had the tell-tale crinkling sound of a plastic sheet under them, and they loved it. Jackie squirmed in her bed a little, just to hear the sound of the crackling plastic as a reminder of why they had it. She moved her hand from between her legs to rub at her nipples, playing with them gently as she absentmindedly spread her legs even further.  
As she spread her legs, Jackie thought about wetting her bed. Thinking about the warm wetness spreading under her made her think about her playtime with Rick. She wanted to feel it, and thought that maybe if she wet her bed, she could imagine it was Rick between her legs soaking the bed below her before he pushed his red knotted cock inside of her. Rick loved to mark his mother’s crotch with his scent before taking her, but the more that Jackie thought about Rick peeing on her the less she wanted to sully the feeling that was special to her. She didn’t want to wet the bed without him there. She wanted to feel his pee, not hers. 
Jackie scrolled to the next photo. She let out squeaky moan as she stared at the screen, which displayed Rick in his bed on his knees, nude with a fully stiff erection bobbing between his legs, while he smirked at the camera. There was a string of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock, and a small wet spot on the bedsheets which showed where his pre-cum had been collecting. The photo was captioned “thinking of you”. 
The photo inspired Jackie. She opened her open camera, pushed a finger inside of herself, and snapped a quick picture. She wasn’t satisfied with the first one, so after a few more, she settled for a photo with her ring and middle finger inside of her cookie. She immediately sent it to Rick. If he was already asleep, which she imagined he was, he’d have a nice photo to wake up to. If he was awake, he’d have something to look at before he went to bed. She thought about Rick playing with himself while alone in his apartment bedroom. She pictured his paw stroking his cock slowly at first, and picking up the pace as he looked at the photo she’d sent him. She imagined him cumming all over his chest as he reached his climax, and she swore she could even smell his spunk in the air as she lost herself in the daydream. 
As Jackie sniffed desperately at the air, trying to make her daydream more realistic, something caught her attention. The smell of her son’s seed was more than just a faint glimpse from a daydream. Her powerful vulpine nose was picking up the scent for real, no matter how faint. Her heart raced.  She got out of bed, determined to find the source. She felt herself dripping down her legs as she stood up, and squirmed at the realization of just how horny she was. She needed release badly. Jackie made her way into Rick’s bedroom, and sniffed at the air. Through the myriad scents of the room that Rick had left behind, including his general musk and the lingering scent of his piss, Jackie could pick up the scent of Rick’s jizz without a doubt. She wandered around his room, paying no mind to the drips falling from her legs and on to the carpet of her son’s room. 
The vixen reached her son’s bed, which had been carefully made up for him, and determined that the scent was nearby. She crouched down below the bed, and was greeted by a much stronger scent of spunk. She reached a paw under the bed, and felt her body warm up as she grabbed what felt like cloth. She grasped it, and pulled her paw back out to find that her son had graciously left behind a pair of his boxers. A pair of boxers he’d used to clean up after he’d jerked himself off. Jackie lifted the boxers to her nose and sniffed deeply. She became lost in the scent. Not only could she smell Rick’s spunk, she could smell much more. There was the light scent of piddle from him dribbling into them throughout the day. There was the scent of the musk of his crotch, worked deeply into the cloth. There was a maleness to the overall scent of the boxers that had Jackie leaking steadily down her legs and on the floor.
 A fox’s libido is the butt of many jokes, but it’s based in reality. Jackie craved sex at that moment more than anything. Jackie wanted to feel Rick stuffed inside of her. She plopped herself on to Rick’s bed, and caught more of the scent of him. But nothing was as strong as the scent of his spunk in the boxers pushed against her nose. She breathed it in, writhing on the bed seemingly against her will. Her body seemed to move on its own as she played with herself, soaking the comforter under her with her arousal. She needed to get off. It was no longer a want. Her body would never forgive her if it didn’t get the release it demanded. 
Jackie moaned and whined as she played with the wet slit between her legs, her fingers working feverishly to drive her orgasm closer. But the boxers pushed against her snout were doing most of the work. The scents her nose was taking in moved her further and further, driving her into an aroused madness unlike anything she’d ever experienced before Rick. Her need for him, denied of his presence for over a month, had led her to a point where she could only think of one thing. She wanted him, and if this was the closest she could have at that moment, then she’d use it. 
Lost in the scents and sensations of her body reacting to the musk of Rick’s stale cum, Jackie hardly noticed her orgasm peaking. Her body had been tingling with such intense pleasure from her fun that the only way she realized she was cumming was the sound of her squirting on the bed, followed by the tensing sensation that came along with orgasms. She came hard, starting with just one, and then followed by another, and another, until she was squirting all over the bed, occasionally squirting so hard it splattered on to the carpet at the foot of Rick’s bed. She moaned in pleasure, whining breathily as she came. Her whole body radiated with warm tingling pleasure as she breathed in the scent of Rick’s old boxers. 
	After what felt like a brief eternity, Jackie returned to reality, breathing hard. She felt how wet she’d made his bed, and sighed. She spread her legs, and began to pee. She signed with pleasure as the warm wet liquid soaked into the comforter under her, and the relief of a bladder she hadn’t realized was full being emptied was pleasurable in its own right. She’d already given herself more laundry to do, so she didn’t want to waste her afterglow by bothering with getting up to pee. A secondary naughty thought ran through her bed, and she considered just leaving it to dry. A little treat for Rick to come home to. She giggled at the idea of Rick coming home to a pee-stained bed, with the obvious scent of his mother worked into them as well. Jackie squirmed in the puddle of her pee, and decided that was exactly what she’d do. After all, it wasn’t as though Rick would likely be sleeping in his own bed anyway. She pushed out the rest of her pee before sitting up, then hopped off his bed. 
	Jackie was more than tired enough to sleep in her own bed after her adventure to Rick’s room, so she wiped herself clean with a dry spot on the comforter, and made her way into her own room. She got herself tucked cozily into bed, plugged in her phone, smiled at the “omg…” text from Rick, and dozed off into a warm, comfortable sleep. 
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	Rick sat on his couch, half awake watching a show he was only mostly paying attention to. He was forcing himself to relax after the last day of his finals. He was confident he’d done well enough, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the next semester. His senior year was stressing him out, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. He didn’t have a lot of worry about school itself, so to speak, but as a senior in the second half of his final year of school he was worried about where he would go after. He had gotten his college paid for by getting an athlete’s scholarship, but had only gotten vague interests from professional scouts. Baseball players generally don’t finish college before being drafted on to a professional team, but Rick still had hope.  
	The 22-year-old fox took a long drink of his beer, and felt his bladder complain at him. He squirmed a little, enjoying the sensation of his full bladder. He’d always enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder. Growing up as a bedwetter, the feeling of not being able to control his bladder at night made him feel ashamed. At least, until he had learned just how much his mother enjoyed it. So, the feeling of a full bladder while he was awake gave him comfort. It made him feel more in control, like he wasn’t at the mercy of his body. He was a talented athlete, after all. He needed to be in full control of his body at all times. His movements needed to be precise, and dictated with thought. So, while he had learned to very much enjoy watersports and all that came with it, the young tod still had a good bit of anxiety around his bedwetting. Or rather, he had anxiety about his bedwetting while he was away from his mother. 
	When Rick was around his mom, his worries about bedwetting completely disappeared. She made him feel so much better about it, to the point that when he visited home, he seemed to always end up in a wet bed. He would sometimes try to play it off like he’d done it on purpose, to initiate some fun with his mother, but the truth was that more often than not if Rick woke up to a wet bed while at home it was entirely by accident. He wondered how his mom would feel if she knew that most of his “intentional” bed wettings he’d had with her were actually legitimate accidents. 
	But in that moment, with Rick sitting on the couch, he wasn’t all that worried about wetting the bed. He was more worried about what his life would look like if he didn’t make it to the pro league. His business degree was mostly just a backup plan to land himself some sort of corporate gig. He dreaded the idea of never playing baseball again. He took another long drink of his beer, trying to make his worries leave his mind. He was buzzed, but not drunk, and was working his way to get there. He knew he had to drive a few hours to get back home for the holidays, but at that moment he was taking care of himself. 
	His phone buzzed, and he absentmindedly glanced at the screen. At first, he only half registered what he was seeing so he put it back down. After his brain had a moment to process what he’d seen, he quickly pulled his phone in front of him. His paws shook as he looked at what he’d been texted. A photo of his mother pleasuring herself was lit up on his screen, and suddenly all of his worries seemed to be unimportant. He stared at the photo of his mother’s spread legs, with her fingers pushed so deeply inside of her that he couldn’t help but wiggle his own fingers in jealousy. 
	“Holy shit…” he mumbled to himself. He saw his erection before he realized he had one, noticing his tented joggers before even feeling the pressure in his cock. It never ceased to amaze him just how easily Jackie could make him feel better. His mother. His lover. His mate. The most important person in the world to him could take him out of almost any funk. Sometimes it took a hug, sometimes it was kind words, and sometimes it was a picture of her naked. This was one of those times. 
	“Omg…” he texted back. He waited for a response, but after nearly 15 minutes with no answer, he figured she’d tired herself out already. He laughed, knowing that the distance was a bit harder on her than it was for him. It was definitely rough for him as well, but he had things to keep his mind occupied. With the baseball season over, his last season, and only school ahead of him, his stressors were fading though and when he wasn’t worried about school or baseball his mind always wandered to missing his mom. His mate. Sleeping alone in his bed, wanting her warm embrace to bring him back to sanity made things easier, especially when he had time to think. But when school was in full swing, and he had baseball to worry about, it was a little easier.
	But at that moment, drunk and now very horny, he wanted his mom. He stood up from his couch, with his intent to be to go to his bed and jerk himself off to sleep, but as he stood his bladder complained at him once again. He smirked, and got an idea. He went to his fridge, and got himself another beer. If his mom wasn’t going to be awake for some mutual play time, he would give her a treat of her own to wake up to. He cracked open the can of the cheap lite beer, and began to guzzle it greedily. His bladder protested, clearly upset with him for adding more liquid to be added to it. He answered its complaints by opening a second beer, and chugging that one as well. 
	Rick knew that once the effects of chugging two beers caught up to him, he likely wouldn’t be able to keep his pants dry whether he wanted to or not. It was already a bit difficult to keep himself from going to the toilet with his mild buzz and mostly full bladder, but once the alcohol caught up to both his brain and his body his joggers were not going to stay dry for long.  This made him giddy. 
He had flashbacks of the fun he used to have with his friends. The “potty pants pals” as they called themselves. They had all grown up, but they kept in close contact. Simon, Rick, and Mac all shared an apartment together, as they played for the same ball team. Simon proposed to Cassy, so she was also at the apartment often. But Kendal, Vera, Ricki, and the mouse twins Louis and Lee all made sure to touch base as well. They shared a group chat and often fondly looked back on their activities as a club, and Rick was always grateful to know he wasn’t the only one who wasn’t keeping his pants clean. Rick found it especially endearing that Lee had still never gotten out of diapers. 
As Rick thought back on all the fun he’d had in his club, he felt the effects of alcohol slowly work their magic on him. His buzz turned into a proper fuzzy headed drunk, and he swished his tail happily. He noticed he no longer felt like he needed to pee. He was still dry, but the alcohol had numbed him enough that his need to pee was no longer able to be felt. His body was warm, and he felt very comfortable. He knew he needed to make a quick decision, and get changed for his fun. He wanted to wear the joggers he had on for the car ride the next day, and he didn’t want to get them all wet. That, and he had a favorite outfit to wear for these kinds of activities. 
The 22-year-old fox made his way into his bedroom, and stripped off his clothes. He tossed them into a pile on his floor, and went to his closet. He dressed himself quickly, with no time to waste. First, he slid on a pair of Hero Hounds briefs. He was very excited to find that their popularity among his age group was vast enough that they just kept making bigger clothes for fans of the cartoon. Next, he put on his Hero Hounds pajamas that his mother had gotten him the previous Christmas. Where white had once been, the bottoms bore a vaguely tinged yellow color. He wiggled happily in his outfit, knowing what the future held for it. 
Rick wandered back out into the living room, and checked the door. Simon and Mac both wet themselves in the apartment regularly as well, but it was always still embarrassing for Rick to get caught for some reason. All three of them, as well as Cassy, sort of used their apartment as a safe place for their fun, but always made sure to clean up after themselves. If someone didn’t already know what they were into, no one who entered that apartment would likely know until they went into one of the bedrooms. The scent of pee is much harder to get out of a bed. 
Hoping that Mac and Simon were true to their word, and had both truly left for the holidays as well, Rick wandered around and turned on an old episode of the Hero Hounds. He had the show on DVD, which stayed in his console for moments just like these. That, and the boys liked to watch the show together while they pre-gamed. He grabbed a blanket from a nearby closet, and set it on the floor. The blanket smelled lightly of piddle, each with its own unique scent from each of the occupants of the apartment, but not so much that it would filter out into the room. The blanket was soft, but also waterproof. It was the dedicated “I’m going to pee my pants” blanket of the house. Getting it out of meant that someone was going to have an “accident” and people could either join in, watch, or go to their respective rooms to give the person privacy, but it always meant that some pants were going to be peed, or more. 
Rick sat on the floor and watched his cartoon, and sat his phone in front of him. He knew that it was not going to be very long before he would very suddenly need to use the restroom. It was always the same whenever he drank. He wouldn’t feel like he needed to pee, until he needed to pee so badly that he would nearly wet himself on the spot. For this reason, Rick only drank in safe conditions. But knowing this about himself had its perks, such as knowing he could make a very convincing “potty accident” video for his favorite person in the world. Rick set up his phone to record, and waited for the inevitable. It only took five minutes before his ears shot up, and his tail straightened as his bladder sprang to life. It was an involuntary reaction that very clearly showed just how badly he needed to go. He got from a sitting position and got on his knees, and playfully grabbed at his crotch. “G-gotta go poddy!” he whined in his best playful cub voice. “But I don’t wanna miss my show…” he said shortly after. He squirmed around, until he gasped as the sensation struck him again. This time, he legitimately couldn’t hold back a gush of warm pee. It sprayed into his pants, and he felt his paw get warm and wet as he began to have his accident. His pajamas clearly showed the wet stain growing across his crotch, the print of the cartoon characters on his pants getting obviously darker near where his paw was covering his crotch. It was too late. He’d held it too long. He was too caught up watching his cartoon to remember to go potty, and he was about to wet his pants like a kit. “Oh no, I can’t howd it!” he lisped.
Rick mewled as another burst of warm piddle rushed out of him, loudly spraying into his pajamas and against his paw. He shamefully removed his paw from his crotch as he inspected the damage from the second gush. The wet spot was undeniable. Anyone who would see him in that moment would know exactly what happened. He felt himself blush as he thought about Mac, Simon, or Cassy walking in on him in his wet pajamas. The warm of his face was quickly matched as the third, and final gush of his pee burst out of him. “Uh ooooh….” He whined, watching the streams of piddle run down his legs and begin to puddle below him. The stream was loudly splattering against the inside of his soft cloth pajamas, and streams of warm fox pee poured from his crotch. He squirmed, pretending to look around like a fox kit trying desperately to think of a solution to their accident, really trying to sell the realism of an accident that he’d had several times as a younger tod. Just a boy caught up in his favorite TV show, forgetting to get up and go potty. He’d just held it for too long, and how he was peeing his pants like a baby. 
The fox’s accident eventually ended, and he looked down at the blanket below him. Though the fabric of the blanket was a dark gray and didn’t clearly show any stains, the fabric was clearly much darker as it had become saturated with his pee. “Oh no…I peed my pants…I need my mommy…” he whined, giving the camera a small wink before cutting it the video off. 
Rick did a quick edit of the video to cut out the part where he was simply watching cartoons, and then tossed his phone aside. He was kneeling in a puddle of his own pee, wearing a pair of very soaked pajamas. His body reacted to the sensations immediately, by making his cock grow stiff nearly as soon as he’d finished editing the video.  He peeked back at the door to his apartment, and wondered if he truly has as much privacy as he thought. While wetting their pants in front of one another was fine for Rick, Simon, and Mac, it was less common for them to pleasure themselves in front of one another. It didn’t mean that they never did, but they had gotten a bit more discerning about where they got off. But at that moment, Rick didn’t care if anyone did walk in.
The mama’s boy stroked himself with his left paw through his soaked pajamas. “I peed my pajamas…” he mumbled to himself as he rubbed the wet cloth. “I’m a big boy now…but I went pee in my undies like a baby…” he moaned. “Big boys like me shouldn’t go weewee in their clothes…” he huffed, stroking faster and faster. “But I did…I couldn’t hold it and I went peepee in my big boy undies…” he moaned.  “I was supposed to get up and go poddy, but I forgetted to go and then I hadda accident…” he sniffled in his pretend kit voice. These affirmations for him were all it took to suddenly feel his body seize, and begin to fill his undies with warm fox spunk. He bucked his hips over and over, his orgasm dulled by the alcohol but still enough to cloud his brain more than the beer could. He felt his spunk coating the inside of his Hero Hounds briefs, and rubbing into his fur. 
Rick’s orgasm eventually died out, and he caught his breath. He took note of where he was, and rolled his eyes at himself a bit. He always had enough post nut clarity to realize he’d given himself something of a mess to clean up. But, in a stroke of genius, Rick grinned as he realized that he could just bring home his wet clothes for his mom. She’d like that. He might even “accidentally” leave behind the Hero Hounds underwear for her like he did with an old pair of his boxers he used as a cum rag. He wondered if she ever found them tucked under his bed, like a secretive horny kit. 
The blanket could be borrowed for a bit, Rick thought, as he stripped himself. He held up his soaked briefs with a smirk, then tossed them on the blanket. He let his wet clothes land in the soaked wet spot of the piddled blanket, and he wrapped it all into a loose bundle. He walked nude to his room, tossed the bundle on the floor, and flopped into bed. He didn’t care about cleaning himself up. His bed already smelled like pee, so a little bit of extra fox pee in his sheets wouldn’t hurt them. He figured he probably wouldn’t keep his bed dry anyway, so it’d just be one more thing he could bring home for his mom to clean up for him, like the dutiful mom and mate she loved to be. 
He plugged his phone into the charger, and sent the video to his mom with the caption “I forgot to go potty…I’m sorry, Mommy,”, and then faded into a restful, and subsequently rather wet sleep. 
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Jackie woke up the next morning with a burst of energy, excited to get things ready for Rick’s arrival. He was due to arrive around noon, which meant she had 3 or so hours before he would show up. She got herself ready for the day, showering with Rick’s favorite scented soaps and oils, and then dressing in Rick’s favorite outfit. A simple sun dress always got him going. Despite it being winter, their state never got much cooler than 60 degrees so she could put up with wearing her sundress for him, especially knowing that she would likely not be wearing it for long. 
She went to check her phone to see if Rick had messaged her, and her heart nearly skipped a beat when she noticed he had sent a video. She quickly opened it up, and watched the video of her grown son wetting his cartoon pajamas in front of his TV, and felt her panties grow wet. She was more than ready for him. If she wasn’t careful, she would simply end up waiting by the front door with her legs spread, just waiting for him to open the door and go to town as soon as he got there. But she didn’t want to be so needy. She wanted to give him time to rest after his drive. She desperately wanted to masturbate to get rid of the urges that the video was making her have, but she decided to be patient. It would only make it better. 
Rick grumbled his way through his drive, impatient for his reunion with his mother. His lover. His mate. He wondered what she thought about the video. She hadn’t texted him, but he knew that was because she never wanted him to text and drive. He hoped she enjoyed it, and it wasn’t too much of a tease. He wondered how she’d react to the wet blanket and his wet pajamas, along with his wet bedding from the night as he had ended up wetting the bed. He thought about how she’d fuss and tut over him, chiding him playfully about remembering to go potty when watching TV, but then telling him that nighttime accidents are nothing to be ashamed of. Even growing up, he’d never gotten in trouble for his daytime accidents. It was always a gentle, playful reminder that he was a big fox now, and big foxes don’t go potty in their pants if they can help it. He remembered one time he tested the waters by filling his pants while watching TV. His mom hadn’t gotten too stern with him, but she did make it clear that peeing his pants was one thing, but she wasn’t going to keep him in big boy underwear if he was going to fill them like that. After that, he kept his pants filling adventures to the confines of the potty pants pals. 
Jackie eventually saw Rick’s white sedan pull into the driveway, and she waited impatiently by the door for him to open it up. She saw Rick take his backpack out of his passenger seat, and then a bundle of bedding from his trunk. Her heart raced at the sight of it. He’d brought her his wet bedding after wetting the bed. Her body hummed with arousal at the thought of being able to smell his stale, nighttime piddle again. 
Rick quickly made his way into his house, and closed the door behind him. He looked his mom in the eyes, and then tossed his belongings on the floor. He pulled her into a tight hug, and gave her a passionate kiss. He missed her. He missed her taste. He missed her scent. He missed everything about her, and he nearly cried at the relief of having her in front of him again. 
“Hi sweetie…I missed you,” his mom panted after they broke their kiss.
“Missed you too…” he mumbled into her neck, still tightly embracing her.
“I can tell~” she teased, her paw gently cupping his half-hard sheath.
Rick giggled a bit, squirming at the sensation of having his crotch groped. “So eager already?” he asked.
Jackie chuffed. “You know, you can’t just send me a video like that and not expect me to be all riled up.”
Rick grinned, then gave his mom a peck on the cheek. “Good. That’s what I wanted.”
“Did you wet the bed again sweety?” his mom asked, going into her playful “mommy” voice immediately.
Rick shivered. Her soft, comforting play voice put him in his place immediately. He was no longer the confident athlete fox he had become. He was an embarrassed fox kit who had a nighttime accident, seeking comfort from his mommy. Rather than responding verbally, he just nodded in mock shame while looking at the floor.
“Awww poor guy, did you have a bad dream?” Jackie cooed. She stroked his back, holding him close and gently swaying.
“Y-yeah…” Rick said in a meek voice, fully sinking into character. 
“Poor liddle guy. It’s okay hun, I’m here. I’ll get everything cleaned up,” Jackie said lovingly. “But we’re going to have to talk about that accident yesterday. You know you’re supposed to go potty during the commercials, buddy,” she playfully chided.
Rick shuffled his feet. “I know…but it was a really good episode and I didn’t want to miss it!” he protested in mock earnest.
Jackie nodded. “I know, bud. Those commercials can be so short. I don’t know how they expect little boys like you to keep their pants clean. They don’t give you enough time…” 
“Yeah!” Rick agreed. 
Jackie laughed softly, pulling back from their hug and stroking the top of Rick’s head. He was no longer the kit that would bury his muzzle in her belly when he was embarrassed of the wet spot on his crotch. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye, but he was still her little boy. But he was more than that. He was her mate as well. And her mate had needs. 
“Let me get this silly wet sheets in the wash, and then we can make you feel all better okay?” she said, scooping up the pile of wet items from the floor. Jackie sniffed at the pile of wet clothing and bedding in her arms. She looked quizzically at Rick about the blanket she didn’t recognize, but Rick just sheepishly shrugged. “Maybe I should buy you one of these for Christmas…” she mumbled in her playful motherly tone, walking toward the basement with the bundle of wet clothing and bedding. 
Rick just followed behind her, grinning to himself about the gift he was going to be giving her soon. He had drank plenty of water before his car ride, and was nearly fit to burst already. He figured that rather than give his mom more work, he should probably go ahead with his plan before she started the wash. He let out a playful gasp, and stopped in his tracks. He waited for Jackie to turn around before he began grabbing at himself. 
“I g-gotta go poddy!” Rick whined, doing a playful potty dance as he stood in front of his mother. He pushed his knees together, and swung his hips as he grabbed at his sheath. 
“Oh no! Do you think you can make it?” Jackie asked, playing along. Her body warmed up at the sight of Rick potty dancing. They both knew he wasn’t going to “make it”, but that was part of the fun.
“I d-don’t know! I can’t move!” Rick continued. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, crouching a bit in his potty dance so that he was properly looking up at her. He knew she couldn’t lift him and carry him to the potty like she used to, so he had to be creative in how he was going to “almost make it”.
“Come on buddy, you can be brave and try to walk with me~” Jackie cooed softly. She put the wet clothes on the floor, suspiciously laid out enough that they could be laid on, and reached her paw out. 
Rick shuffled toward her, one paw buried in his crotch and the other extended to his mom. He took little steps, feeling small bursts of warm piddle leak out with each little step. 
“You can do it~” Jackie assured. She knew that she couldn’t wait much longer. Her body thrummed with need. This “accident” would be far too much for her not to have her way, one way or another. 
Rick made it all the way to right in front of where his mom stood, and then widened his eyes. He gasped, and looked dramatically down at his crotch. “Oh no! I’m not gonna make it, mommy! I’m g-going peepee in my pants!” he whined. After that, he let the dam burst. He put his second paw securely in his crotch for dramatic effect, but he’d already let go of his sheath with the paw “holding it in”. The dark stain of his accident bloomed out from behind his paws, darkening the light gray of his joggers and turning it into a much darker gray, very obviously showing the wet spot as it grew and spread down his legs. 
Jackie felt herself begin to drip as well, but not from a bursting bladder. Her panties were only able to hold on so long before being so saturated that they began to drip. Small dribbles dropped between her legs on to the floor, and Rick took note of this. Jackie watched as Rick’s eyes became fixated on her crotch, and she swished her tail sensually. “It’s okay buddy, let it all out. It’s too late to stop it now,” she encouraged.
Rick nodded, and “let go” of his crotch, and kept peeing. He emptied his aching bladder into his pants, now “on purpose” with his mommy’s permission. He watched the puddle grow under his feet, and mingle with the drops coming out from under his mother’s sun dress. He knew they weren’t going to make it any further than where they stood before all of their clothes joined the puddle of wet bedding he’d taken from his trunk. 
“That’s a good boy…” Jackie moaned, “now…let mommy take care of that, and get you all cleaned up~” 
Rick wordlessly nodded, and stood obediently in place as his mom kneeled down and slowly pulled down his soaked joggers. He was wearing another pair of Hero Hounds briefs, which came into view for Jackie.
“Aww, poor Lava Lab is gonna need a bath now~” she teased.  Rick let out a shy giggle, nodding along with her joke. Jackie tugged down the wet undies next, exposing Rick’s soaked crotch. The creamy white fur of his groin and sheath was yellowed slightly, and rather than being smooth and fluffy like the rest of his fur it was wet and matted. It smelled strongly of fox piddle, and Jackie began dutifully licking her mate clean.
Rick moaned as his mom began to give him a tongue bath. His cock sprang to attention, but he paid no mind. His mom, his mate, was in charge now. She was licking him slowly and methodically, a method she’d clearly gotten from years of practice, and soon his fur was largely clean of any residual piddle. But once she’d licked his fur clean, she began to slowly lick the underside of his cock. 
Unfortunately for Rick, a month without the touch of his lover had more of an effect on him than he’d anticipated. As Jackie licked he underside of his cock, he suddenly felt an orgasm overtake him “W-wait stop!” he tried to shout, but it was too late. He shamefully began to paint his mother’s face with his seed. He shot rope after rope of his foxy spunk on to her muzzle, and she giggled, trying to catch some of it with her tongue. She didn’t seem to mind one bit. 
Jackie found it adorable, actually.  She waited for Rick to finish cumming, then wiped her face clean with her paw, and licked her paws clean of his seed. “Awww…you missed me~” she said, licking her lips. She took his cock into his muzzle, swallowing down a few last rogue shots of Ricks’s spunk, then looked up at him. 
“S-sorry…” he said. He had a history of having trouble with popping early, so it wasn’t anything especially new for him, but he was still a bit ashamed of just how eager he was.
Jackie shook her head. “Just means you’ll be ready for proper reunion with your mommy,” she assured. She motioned for Rick to lie down on the pile of wet clothes and bedding on the floor, where she’d tossed his wet pants and undies as well, and he dutifully did as he was told. He removed his shirt, and laid in the pile of clothes. 
Rick looked up at his mom, who smiled warmly down at him. “My little man…” she cooed. “You made me wait all this time…”
“Sorry…” Rick apologized. He meant it, too. He knew it was harder for his mom to be apart for so long. 
Jackie shook her head. “No apologies…my boy was off getting all smart. But that doesn’t mean you still don’t have lessons to learn…”
Rick felt himself getting hard gain. “L-like what?” 
Jackie grinned. “Well, you still need to learn how to keep your pants dry. You’re getting to be a big boy now. You can’t be having all these accidents…”
Rick nodded, noting that they were now back in their playful characters. “Sowwy mommy…” he lisped. 
“It’s okay~” Jackie cooed, as she stood over Rick. She stood over Rick, her crotch looming over his, and she looked down at him. “Even grownups have potty accidents sometimes.”
Rick’s eyes lit up as Jackie said this, and he was happy to suddenly feel a warm stream splattering against his crotch. Jackie sighed dramatically as she wet her panties, holding her sun dress out in front of her to avoid getting it wet. “Some grown ups just get better at hiding them~” 
	Jackie pushed hard, spraying the contents of her bladder all over Rick’s crotch. She watched as his cock sprang back to attention, and she could no longer wait. She wanted it inside of her, and she’d gotten him ready. “Now, be a good boy, and let mommy make you feel good.”
	Rick just nodded obediently as he watched Jackie lower himself over him. Her piddle stream died off, and she tugged he wet panties off. She offered them to Rick to sniff, and he greedily did so, burying his nose in his lover’s soaked panties. Through the smell of her pee, he could also smell the scent of her arousal. His body warmed with numb pleasure, and he felt his cock bobbing at full attention between his legs. Shortly after, he felt the incredible warm wet feeling of his mate’s hot sex. He slid in easily, she was more than ready for him. The young tod had to keep himself from immediately bucking up into her. He wanted her to go at her pace. She had earned it. It was about her at that moment. 
	Jackie cried out in pleasure, not bothering to hold back as she lowered herself on to Rick. She missed that feeling, and she had finally gotten back to it. Rick filled her so perfectly that she nearly came around his cock as soon as she felt his knot bumping against her mound. But she managed to hold it off. She looked down at Rick, and smiled warmly at him. He smiled stupidly back up at her, like any other male with his cock buried deep inside a warm wet tunnel would. She began to rock her hips, and let Rick hold her securely in place. They didn’t often make love like this, but Jackie couldn’t wait for Rick to get himself ready. Rick was usually the one on top, but at that moment, Jackie wanted to be able to look down at him. 
	Their house filled with the sounds and smells of sex and piddle. They moaned and cried out together in shameless, desperate pleasure. Jackie rode Rick like he’d never been ridden before. Jackie normally focused on his pleasure primarily, and gotten her jollies from getting him off. But never before had he experienced her so hungrily needing his cock. She was using him as a sex toy, in a sense, and he couldn’t help but be immensely turned on. He was making her feel good like the dutiful son he was. He focused on keeping himself hard, but any time he felt like he might be growing close to erupting, he did his very best to hold it in. He was successful in his efforts, short of a few bursts of pre-cum as his mother rode him right there in the hallway. 
	Jackie was close. She picked up her pace, pleading with her eyes with Rick for him not to cum, letting him know that she was almost there. Rick knew he had to keep himself from bursting long enough for his mom to get hers, but it was growing closer. Jackie felt her orgasm growing, and with a sudden white hot spike of pleasure, she felt her self cum. She cried out loudly as she came hard around Rick’s cock. Her body clenched, squirting all over Rick’s crotch as she came over and over, blind and deaf with pleasure. Jackie knew nothing but the intense tingling of her body, and the warm of her son’s cock buried in her. 
	Unfortunately for Rick, this meant that she couldn’t hear his alerts that he was going to cum. He always pulled out when he was with her, or they would use a condom if it was more convenient. But Rick couldn’t tell his mom to get off, as she was lost in the pleasure of her orgasm. And it quickly became all too much. The warm wetness of his mother’s squirt soaking his crotch sent him over, and he began to cum hard inside of Jackie. He shot his potent seed deep inside of her, doubtlessly breeding her with the quantity of spunk that he was emptying inside of her. He came over and over, feeling his cum pouring out over his knot as he filled her. The panic of getting his mom pregnant could wait until they were both finished.
	The two slowly came back down together, wrapped in the panting harsh breaths of a intense afterglows. But as Rick came back to his senses, the panic that he had pushed aside came rushing back.
	“M-mom! I wasn’t wearing a condom and I tried to tell you that I was going to cum and I-“ Rick began to babble, but Jackie shushed him by putting a finger on his lips. 
	“Shhhh…it’s okay. You’re the one who always bugged me about giving you a younger brother, after all,” Jackie said with a smirk. 
	Rick looked up at her with shock. This had never been discussed. He tried to think of what to say, but found himself speechless.
	“Kidding~” Jackie said with a smirk, “I’m on the pill.” 
	Rick sighed in relief. “That was mean…”
	“Revenge for getting me all worked up this morning~” Jackie said smugly.
	Rick laughed softly, and kissed his mom’s cheek. “I love you…” he mumbled.
	“I love you too~” she replied, “now…let’s get cleaned up. I want to make you lunch.” 
	“I can think of something else I’d like to eat instead…” Rick said with a wink. 
	Jackie rolled her eyes. “You’re such a tease.”
	They bantered playfully for a while longer, then got cleaned up, and got ready for the first day of a very wonderful, and very wet, winter break.