Ridding of Inhibitions
Written by unixpuppy
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The light from my computer screen fills the room with dim white rays, illuminating my desk area in a soft glow. I've been playing video games all day, not wanting to think about anything else. The sun has set not too long ago, and I'm stuck in my room with nothing but the evening silence to fill my lonely heart. I stand up and stretch my sore arms above my head, yawning loudly. Man, I should probably get something to drink, it's important to stay hydrated.
I open the door and make my way down the stairs. The old wooden floors creak lightly underneath my paws as I walk towards the kitchen, stopping abruptly in front of the sink. I grab a glass from the cabinet and turn on the tap, filling it up with water. I take a few sips and lean against the counter, letting the cool liquid wash over my tongue. There's nothing better than cold water on a hot summer night. I let out a long sigh as I place the glass down. It feels nice to finally have some peace and quiet around this time. Usually my parents are watching television or arguing about something stupid, but Dad went out to some amusement park with my siblings tonight, leaving me with Mom. I wonder what she's doing right now...
I walk to the living room and find her sitting in her usual spot on the sofa, legs crossed and paws resting atop the coffee table, a book in her lap. She tends to get a little too touchy-feely for my tastes, which is why I always try to avoid her whenever I can, but I'm feeling particularly affectionate today. I clear my throat softly and step closer to the couch. Her face instantly lights up in delight when she sees who came through the doorway.
"Michael~!" she coos excitedly, getting off the couch and walking across the room.
She wraps me up in her arms and gives me a big squeeze, which I reluctantly return. Her tail swishes from side to side as she holds me in a motherly embrace, all the while my teenage instincts are screaming at me to immediately push her away and protest her unwanted physical contact, but I know it would be a waste of time. I slowly wriggle free from her grasp, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
"Look who finally decided to come out of his room." she chuckles. "How are you, sweetie? What have you been up to lately?"
"Nothing much..." I answer quietly, avoiding eye contact with her. "Playing games, watching videos, listening to music, whatever." 
"Good for you. But we could use some quality time together as a family," she smiles. "It's very rare that you decide to come visit us."
I take a seat next to her on the small leather sofa, leaning against the armrest. My gaze shifts down to the floor as I avoid eye contact with her, fidgeting with my fingers. She quickly takes the opportunity to continue talking.
"So, what's got you so down all of a sudden?" she asks. "Sad 'cause you're stuck at home?"
"Yeah." I nod. "I just wanna be able to hang out with people again, y'know? I'm supposed to be out there having fun and making new memories, but everyone's busy and stuff... I wish I could have a life outside of school. Maybe even get myself a girlfriend or something."
"Awww, honey," she coos. "Don't take it that hard. You'll figure something out eventually. You're fourteen, you're still so young. Don't expect to experience all these things overnight, you have plenty of time to explore and find someone who will make you happy. Not all boys have a girlfriend this early, you know. Besides, you're an absolute catch, someone's gonna snatch you up eventually."
"Ummm, thanks, mom." I laugh halfheartedly. "You really think that I have the looks to win over girls my age?"
"Well, let me put it this way, Michael," she says, beginning to ruffle my fur. "If I were a girl your age, I totally would fall for you. Girls go crazy for boys like you these days! You have these cute fluffy ears, hazel colored eyes that I can only dream to have, and that handsome smile. Those glasses look so cute on your face, too! I know you're all about personal space and hate it when I point out stuff like this, but I know that you’re a boy with a rather sizable... tool to boot, if I do say so myself."
That last sentence catches me off guard, causing me to tense up slightly and turn my head to face her.
"Wha.. what do you mean?" I stammer nervously, attempting to act casual, despite internally freaking out.
"Come on, sweetie," she giggles, stroking my hair. "You really think that I haven't noticed how big that thing has gotten? When you walk around in those shorts, it's hard not to notice such a big… package. Especially when you're standing right next to me. That outline alone is enough to make anyone swoon. Oh, don't give me that look! I'm your mother, I'm allowed to compliment you!"
I swallow thickly. My face grows hotter than a pan of melting butter, my face scrunching up as I try to contain my distaste for her frankness, but a part of me is actually getting a little turned on by this. She's my own mom, damnit! How can she say stuff like that? It makes my loins ache in anticipation, and I struggle to keep my composure.
"I can... uh..." I blush nervously. "I can show it to you if you want, mom."
Mom suddenly stops massaging my scalp, her eyes widening. I bite my lip. Fuck, I didn't mean to sound so desperate. Shit! Why am I acting like a hormonal teenager?! Please don't think I'm weird, please don't think I'm weird...
"Well, I suppose you could... I mean, if you're sure that you wouldn't mind doing that." she replies quietly, trailing off unsurely.
I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding, grabbing the waistband of my red boxers and pulling them down slowly. They drop to my ankles, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My dick springs erect, pointing straight up at her, twitching in the air. It's a little over six inches long, with a thick tan shaft. The musky smell emanating from it, mixed with my sweat, is almost intoxicating. The tension in the air is thick and palpable, and it's suffocating me. My heart feels full of emotion and guilt. Is that really my own mom that I'm looking at? The one who gave birth to me, raised me, and loved me unconditionally? What have I done?
She clears her throat, her eyes fixed on my cock.
"Michael, sweetie... that is certainly an impressive piece of equipment." she whispers huskily. "And you're already hard... is it because I called it big?"
I swallow again, nodding slowly. I try to formulate a response, but nothing comes out besides a whimper.
"Yeah, I guess that would explain why you're suddenly having problems speaking." she snickers, leaning in close to me. "You want mommy to touch that lovely cock, hmm?"
My heart flutters wildly as she cups my cock in both hands, running her fingers along the length. Her warm palms gently rub against my skin, sending shivers all over my body. Holy shit, I've never felt anything like this before. I groan quietly as she caresses my pulsating flesh, making my knees weak and my mind start to haze over.
"Sit down," she says in a calm yet authoritative tone. "Let momma do whatever she needs to."
I obediently lower myself onto the leather cushions. My mom drops to her knees in front of me, moving her head between my legs. She looks up at me as her ruby lips touch the tip of my cock. Her beautiful flowing locks fall across her shoulders and down her back, framing her perfect face as she slowly runs her tongue along the length of my erection. My breath hitches when she opens her mouth slightly wider, revealing her gleaming white canine teeth. She closes her eyes, closing her maw around my dick and beginning to suck.
"Ah!" I moan, my paws curling in pleasure as her mouth continues its journey down my shaft, her pink tongue swirling around it.
She pulls away slowly after a few seconds, licking her lips clean as her eyes shift from my dick to my face, smiling softly.
“Mmmm….” she hums, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my cock. “My little boy isn’t so little anymore, he's got an awfully large cock to his name."
With a devilish smirk, she stands up and begins to slowly undress in front of me. Every movement of hers sends tingles down my spine, causing me to feel more aroused than ever. She takes off her gray sweater and tosses it carelessly aside, before taking off her bra, letting it land unceremoniously behind her. Her tits bounce merrily as she plays with them, teasing me further. She lets out a contented sigh, gazing at me fondly as I gape at her breasts, completely unable to tear my gaze away from them.
“How does mommy look, Michael?” she smirks as she continues undressing, lowering her thin cotton panties to reveal her flawless pussy. “Yes, you’re allowed to touch; I’m yours to do with as you wish.”
I moan happily, sliding off the couch and wrapping my arms around her. I eagerly hump her side, feeling the smooth curve of her hips against my cock, my hands traveling up to grope her boobs. I run my hands down her sides and cup her ass, squeezing it tightly, my tail wagging happily in excitement. I rub my cock all over her stomach, grinning from ear to ear as I see it leak precum onto her belly.
“Enjoying yourself, honey?” she teases, running her hand through my soft, wavy brown bangs. “Keep going. Don’t be shy, you can stick it inside me if you want to. Here, let me make this more comfortable for you."
She lays down onto the carpeted floor and spreads her legs wide open, allowing me access to her sex. Damn... so this is where I came out of. I drop between her legs and gently lay down on top of her, blushing nervously as I try to line up my cock with her entrance. Her squishy walls envelop me instantly as I slowly ease myself inside of her, my breathing becoming heavy as I begin to sink deep inside her. She gasps loudly as my erect manhood slides easily into her, stretching her tight, warm folds. I start thrusting in and out of her, feeling extremely overwhelmed with lust, the warmth of our bodies pressing against one another filling me with euphoria. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my face fervently, moaning with joy and satisfaction.
“Yes…” she gasps. “Oh, yes, baby! Yes… God, I’m so happy right now…”
She trails kisses along my jawline, nibbling lightly while continuing to stroke my face and chest lovingly. This is bliss. I'm fucking my own mom. Who'd have thought? I feel hot, dizzy, and a little lightheaded, but I push the feeling aside and continue thrusting relentlessly in and out of her, unable to get enough. Her nails dig deep crescents into my shoulders and back. She arches herself upwards in ecstasy, moaning loudly as I jackhammer into her cunt. 
“Oh, Mikey! My big strong man! Momma loves you~!” she moans, her voice laced with passion. “Momma loves you so much! Oh, so good… so good… oh fuck! Ahhh~~~!”
Sweat pours freely down my face, my eyes half closed and my muscles tensed. The intense pressure in my groin intensifies as I continue to fuck her, my hips pounding furiously into her slick warmth. I thrust violently for several minutes, feeling my dick swell and throb with every stroke, the friction creating painful spasms. My vision goes blurry as my brain begins to cloud over with pleasure, and I let go of all of my inhibitions. All that matters is being with my mom in this wonderful paradise. I quickly start to panic as I feel myself reach ever closer to climax, and my muscles begin seizing with tremors, my balls tightening painfully in desperation to expel their load.
“Fuckkkkkkk… FUCK, MOM!” I shout hoarsely, releasing my hold on control and cumming hard inside of her, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
Her body tenses up instantly, her pussy contracting tightly around my swollen pole. I feel a shiver race up my spine as I reach the pinnacle, letting loose a flood of semen deep inside her. I groan loudly as my dick spasmodically shoots load after load deep inside her womb, completely mindless from the sheer intensity of pleasure washing over me. Her slippery folds wrap around my girth and pull me deeper inside, milking my softening shaft clean before I'm released, pulling out gently. I pant heavily as I look down at my mom's pussy dripping with my seed.
“My goodness, that was intense, sweetheart.” she says tenderly, stroking my hair with one hand while staring into my eyes adoringly. "You're really following in your father's footsteps. I haven't been fucked like that in so long... you grew up to be quite the stud, didn't you?"
I stare down at her silently as she strokes my cheek gently with the back of her finger, still not sure how to respond to this unexpected compliment. I guess I am just like my dad. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and stand up, offering a hand to my mom. She takes it gratefully, and I help her up. I can't help but smile smugly as I watch her wobble a bit. I don't even bother to cover up, knowing that she definitely doesn't mind seeing my junk. If there's a lesson to be learned here, it's that I shouldn't hide anything from my mom. Jeez, we really should take a shower right now. Wouldn't want the rest of the family to come home to... whatever this is. Man, I am not looking forward to cleaning the carpet.