Title: [Unnamed]
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang, Naser, Samantha
Rating: NSFW
Classification: One-Shot
Author: Anonymous



>it had all started so innocently
>you were visiting the in-laws with Fang, as you often did
>Naser was in town as well (alone, again - he never seemed to bring a girl to visit)
>Ripley and Moe had taken Amber to Dinoland so they'd be gone for the evening; probably the night too considering how likely it was that she'd want them to take her minigolfing too
>that left just you, Fang, Naser, and Samantha with the entire house to yourselves
>naturally Sam ended up bringing out the GOOD drinks that she had stored away for special occasions (despite his size Ripley really could not hold his liquor)
>you were about to find out the hard way just how "good" they were
>it had been an hour and you were all pretty tipsy, but you were having a great time
>Naser was talking about his work at first, ridiculously complicated neurosurgery-related stuff that none of you could understand, but strangely he was actually a great storyteller and the little touches he added to his retellings got a lot of laughs
>Samantha always had a treasure trove of embarrassing tales about Fang and Naser's childhood and it was priceless to watch them squirm - Naser in particular looked so flustered that the scales on his face looked pinker than Reed's
>settling down from the stitches the whole room was in, the mood couldn't help but become lovey-dovey
>you and Fang digressed with growing fondness down the path of romantic nights years ago
>maybe it was the living room's lights being down so low with the glow of the fireplace and the blinds lowered that made the house feel so cozy in comparison to the brisk autumn weather outside
>maybe it was because neither of you had gotten the chance to make love lately with you both so busy with work and taking care of Amber
>maybe it was your reminiscing that jogged such intimate memories
>but you couldn't keep your hands off each other
>you had been slowly inching closer on the couch until you were practically on top of one another and now you felt each others hot breaths against your necks
>your arms were around Fang's waist and her hair was just a little tousled and the gentle glow of the fire made her wings look angelic, and Raptor Jesus, you married the most beautiful woman in the world, you couldn't resist her for a second

>you were straight up just making out on the couch now
>her scent alone was more intoxicating than the alcohol
>although you were pretty sure you might've had a bit too much at this point
>awareness of what's happening around you aside from hungrily, breathlessly smooching your lovely wife was fading away very quickly
>both of you were already moaning and warm all over
>what the fuck was actually in that drink?
>there's a rapidly dimming rational part of your brain that was advising you to get a hold of yourself
>but your heart and your body were screaming "YES"
>you're so in love with this woman that it hurts
>your shirt was already off before you even noticed and Fang pulled off her sweater in a quick motion after absentmindedly placing her pendant off to the side on the coffee table
>this was happening and there were no brakes
>you groan aloud as your wife pawed your aching erection through the fabric of your pants
>in the midst of your arousal you noticed that you weren't hearing any protests or shocked vocalizations from Naser or Samantha
>your mother-in-law was visibly flushed and breathing heavily as the erotic display continued
>the older ptero shuddered a bit and her wings twitched to and fro in gentle motions, in tandem with you and Fang's caresses against one another
>and Naser, who was sitting right next to her on the couch... wasn't looking at you at all
>he was glancing at his mother
>while blushing like a tomato and sweating like the room was 100 fucking degrees
>with a huge and extremely obvious boner tenting in his pants
>as you and Fang continued to discard more and more objects of clothing you caught Sam turning towards her son out of the corner of your eye
>she was still blatantly flustered and it took a few seconds for her mouth to actually work again, but eventually she let out a nervous giggle
>"N-naser, honey..." she said softly, her eyes resting on his excited lower region
>Naser was frozen like a deer in headlights, unable to move to cover himself or even eek out a word
>you and Fang slowed down a little, but not much
>Samantha leaned forward and gently placed against a hand against her son's burning cheek, breathing almost as heavily as he was
>"Sweetie...?," she murmured - and Naser practically gasped when he felt his mother's breath against his scales - "You're shaking all over... take deep breaths. Focus on my voice."
>"M-Mom, I-"
>"Ssshhh..." Sam ran her hand in a comforting caress down Naser's lapel
>they were so close that their snoots were practically touching
>despite the sweat gathering on Naser's forehead, his breathing was stabilizing a bit under his mother's soothing ministrations
>you and Fang were just about naked and the scene on the opposite side of the couch, while increasingly bizarre, was less interesting to your horny-as-fuck brain than the nude body of your wife
>Samantha was easing Naser's (characteristically garish) jacket off, and he wasn't offering any resistance
>on the contrary, he was leaning further and further into his mother and sighing as her hands roamed lower down his shaking form
>okay, Sam was unbuttoning her blouse now
>"You're so tense, honey," she breathed softly, her voice now like silk, "Relax, mommy's here."
>"Mom..." was all Naser could murmur - his eyes looked glassy
>and then they kissed
>like, lip-to-lip kissed
>like, Sam had him in her arms and Naser was running his fingers through her hair, and now they were literally just making out right there on the couch
>this was really happening
>what the fuck
>did Naser actually have a fucking thing for his mother?
>that would sort of explain why he rarely seemed to have a girl around
>because the woman he truly wanted was - 
>ohhh shit, no way, not even following that train of thought
>what had your dick gotten you into this time
>and why were you still fucking hard?
>the situation wasn't de-escalating; Fang looked surprised but she wasn't freaking out like you'd expected she would - the alcohol and her lust had apparently grappled her alarm into submission
>it admittedly - despite all of the factors in play - wasn't as horrifying of a sight as one would think
>Sam was very gentle with Naser, though she was clearly the one in control in spite of her diminutive stature
>Naser was eager and responded to her prompting almost automatically, moaning quietly under his breath and instinctively beginning to grind against her body
>even with all of the alcohol and hormones coursing through her system, Samantha was gazing at Naser with a look of absolute kindness and love
>one thing led to another and... 
>you were all completely naked on the living room couch

>now you're in your ptero wife's lap, suckling on her breast while your mother-in-law is cradling your brother-in-law in her arms
>all completely nude
>and extremely aroused
>you are barreling off a cliff with no brakes and your penis has assumed direct control
>Raptor Jesus, please have mercy
>you've never quite noticed until now how much pregnancy filled Fang out, her breasts had gotten fuller and more shapely in recent years
>you always loved Fang's body, but the experience of having a mouthful of feathery nippled goodness was lovelier than ever now
>and sitting in her lap with her arms around you, scales and feathers enveloping your bare skin in the best way, while you did it - that just made it heavenly
>a muffled moan slips out of your occupied mouth of its own accord when Fang begins to caress your erection
>your wife has never done something quite like this with you before, and it feels unbelievably amazing
>you have to admit, her mother doesn't look half-bad at all either
>to say that Samantha has aged gracefully is frankly an understatement - she's gorgeous
>her small frame still has curves in all the right places, and while you're sure you must have noticed it at some point before, you're shocked to realize how wide her hips are compared to her daughter's
>you're pretty sure her breasts are actually larger as well, given that Naser is only barely able to cover one with his whole hand
>her hair is still tied in its usual braided ponytail, but it's a bit more frazzled now after the makeout session with her son
>Sam is still cooing softly to Naser, comforting him even as her own hand gently trembles while it fondles his bare chest
>"My handsome boy..." she purrs, her grip flirting closer and closer to Naser's groin, "Let mommy take care of you, baby."
>Naser has, for lack of a better term, been completely given over to whatever apparent Oedipus complex that he's been dealing with, enthusiastically following along as his mother guides his mouth to her breast
>he suckles hungrily on Samantha's nipple, moaning in pleasure
>you can see his erection visibly throbbing in the open air, clearly at full mast and then some
>you aren't into men - least of all your brother-in-law - but you're secure enough in your sexuality to notice an impressive specimen when you see it
>nice cock, bro
>another jolt of pleasure scrambles your thoughts as Fang begins properly stroking your cock, starting out agonizingly slow
>a deep groan from Naser is more than enough to tell you that Sam's wandering hand has made its way downstairs as well
>"So sensitive~..." Sam hums in delight, taking extra care to be gentler with her ministrations as to not overwhelm her poor boy
>Fang gasps aloud when your teeth graze her nipple, and her soft laughter afterwards indicates she doesn't dislike the sensation
>"Hungry, Anon?" she croons playfully, and her stroking begins to speed up, making you shudder
>you would be confused and probably at least a little concerned about how into this she was if you weren't totally into it too
>Sam is still tending to Naser a bit slower than Fang is with you; she's setting a gentle pace for him and continues to soothe him with whispers of sweet nothings
>his snoot is still firmly affixed to one breast and he's caressing the other almost desperately, like this is a dream come true for him
>Naser looks (and sounds) like he's in heaven, and you aren't far behind
>you're both being pumped now and your partners are smiling warmly at the sight of your pleasure
>you're in a very vulnerable position right now but you feel completely safe in your wife's arms
>and you can pretty obviously tell that there isn't anywhere else in the world that Naser would rather be right now
>"Aren't they precious?" Samantha mutters aloud
>"They're insatiable," Fang replies, smirking; even in a situation like this she still made time for ribbing
>"They're lucky they have us around to take care of them."
>"What greedy boys~," Sam titters, giving Naser's member a few extra firm strokes
>Samantha and Fang's cheeks are both bright red and they're giggling up a storm
>not exactly a standard mother-daughter bonding moment, but they seem to be enjoying themselves nonetheless
>you'd be embarrassed by their teasing, but this whole experience is just too lovely to feel anything besides pleasurable
>Naser is so swept away by it all that the whole world aside from his mother seems to have vanished for him
>the ptero ladies' pumping at your cocks has become rapid enough to be audible
>the room's ambience has become a mixture of moans, gasps, shuffling, and the gentle fapping noises of your cocks being attended to
>"Mommy..." Naser moans into Samantha's tit
>his mother smiles warmly and her wings instinctively unfurl slightly in her son's direction
>"Awww... Mommy loves you so much, honey..." she coos, "You're doing so good."
>Naser whines in response and his pelvis involuntarily thrusts into her hand, and she's able to adjust the rhythm of her hand to match
>Sam's care is meticulous - she knows her son like the back of her hand and can intuit what he needs from just the slightest of his motions, stimulating Naser's penis in all the right spots with incredible finesse
>mother really does know best
>Fang is rougher with you - mostly because she knows you can take it (one doesn't power through estrus season every year without picking up some serious endurance) - but she's hardly sloppy
>she's doing so amazing, in fact, that you're not going to be able to last much longer at this rate
>she's pumping hard and fast on your cock now and she's got that all-too-familiar mischievious glint in her eye 
>"It's adorable watching  you try to hold it in, Anon," she teases, "But we both know you can't resist forever..."
>her fist speeds up until it's practically a blur and she leers seductively at you - she knows you're finished
>it's just too much
>the tingling warmth in your groin confirms that you're past the point of no return, and you're helpless to do anything but ride it out
>your vision blurs and you're suddenly overcome with pleasure as you climax, hard
>everything goes white and your thoughts are carried away in a blissful haze of hot, milky throbbing
>you can hear loud moaning and then you realize that it's coming from you
>"Fang... Fang... Fang..." it's just spilling from your lips, there's no conscious control
>after a few more bursts of cum you finally start to come back to your senses, although your ears are still ringing
>your wife's hand and forearm are splattered with your seed, and you can feel it dripping down your own groin and midsection as well
>some of it also landed on the couch (oops)
>while you're gasping for breath, you can see that Naser still hasn't reached his peak, likely on account of Samantha's greater experience and precision
>she seems to be going as fast as he can handle now, the sheer tension in his body is almost palpable
>you can actually hear how hard he's breathing through his nostrils; he still won't take his mouth off of her nipple for a second
>his eyes are closed but his mother is looking at him with what can only be described as pure adoration
>"That's right... that's right..." she whispers, "Listen to your body, sweetie... doesn't it feel good?"
>he moans something in response that might be "Mom" or "Uh-huh" but it's too muffled to tell for sure
>Sam is guiding him closer and closer to his climax
>"Mommy's got you, Naser, m-mommy's got you. Just let it come..."
>Samantha is still focused on comforting Naser, but the erratic twitching of her wings and the cracks in her voice are dead giveaways that she's very excited to watch her son cum
>Naser shudders violently in her arms and groans, it's very clear what that means
>"That's right," she pants, "Let it aaallllll out..."
>"MMMHH!" - Naser's whole body tenses up and he gasps sharply - he looks blindsided by the sheer intensity of his orgasm
>thick streams of semen rocket from his cock in rapid succession with astonishing force; they seem to hang in the air for a moment before landing on the top of the couch cushions and Samantha's breasts
>his deep moan of pleasure quickly grows into breathless cries of ecstasy into his mother's chest
>Sam's hand doesn't stop moving and it's only making his climax even more intense, milking him relentlessly
>his penis visibly trembles in her hand as it continuously fires off burst after burst of his ejaculate into the air, coating her hand, his stomach, her thighs, his chest, all over the place
>"Good boy..." Samantha murmurs hypnotically, "Good boy... such a good boy..."
>this is definitely the hardest Naser has ever come in his life
>finally, the veritable fountain tapered off and the last of his seed drools down the head of his shaft
>he's still shivering in the afterglow
>Sam's hand doesn't leave his member until it starts to soften and her son's breathing no longer puts him in danger of hyperventilation
>Naser's sticky white love is dribbling from her body, but she only has eyes for him
>"I love you, Naser," she says, and he - still dazed - mumbled back, "I love you too, mom..."
>she cradled him as best as she could, pecking his forehead with kisses in between whispered words of affection
>"You're the most wonderful son I could've ever asked for. You're my precious baby boy."
>Naser sighed happily and leaned into her chest
>for that moment they were both in perfect bliss
>and then the silence was broken by the sound of Naser snoring
>he had passed out cold

>Samantha seems surprised for a few seconds, but then she -
>stands up off the couch and lifts Naser up, carrying him in her arms
>holy shit, she's fucking strong
>now she's carrying a fully-grown man up the stairs and barely breaking a sweat
>no wonder she can handle someone like Ripley, in more ways than one
>and... also someone like her own son
>also in more ways than one
>you and Fang haven't moved and you've been dead silent up to now since she finished you off, but now post-nut clarity is rearing its head and it's coming in full fucking force
>what the fuck just happened
>what the fuck did you just do
>you look to Fang and you can tell her thought process is identical
>you can hear faint motion upstairs, then the sounds of the door to the bathroom up there closing and water running
>presumably, Samantha is cleaning the copious amounts of her son's cum off of herself
>neither you or Fang make a sound - you're both listening intently (for what? you're not sure)
>the water stops and after a considerable pause you can hear Samantha breathing heavily and some sort of rustling
>she's pleasuring herself
>you don't want to make eye contact with Fang right now
>you hear Samantha moan quietly a few times (now you know what your mother-in-law sounds like when she's getting off - throw that one right in the great big trunk of "shit you have no reasonable reason for knowing)
>there's a sharp gasp and then a soft, warbling cry (she's cumming - you know what your mother-in-law sounds like when she CUMS now, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck)
>you hear the sink come on again and the cum on your skin is starting to feel really uncomfortable and you should REALLY do SOMETHING right now because you feel like you're in a fever dream
>you turn to Fang and you both look like you looked into the fucking Deadlights from It
>"We..." she begins haltingly, "should... we should clean up."
>"Yeah..." you mutter
>the two of you wash yourselves off in silence
>what are you supposed to even say?
>when you're both done you return to the living room to find Samantha with her disheveled blonde hair let down and her underwear back on, wiping the splatters of semen off of the furniture with a spare rag and a spray bottle
>you can tell from her thousand-yard stare and unstable breathing that shit has started to hit her too
>she doesn't even seem to notice either of you
>you gesture awkwardly at Fang to your discarded clothes on the floor, and she gets the hint
>maybe there will be a veneer of normalcy to whatever the fuck's going on right now if you're at least wearing your clothes (as if)
>Sam follows your lead after she's finished cleaning, although it takes her a couple minutes to actually button up her blouse back up because her hands are shaking so badly
>after the three of you sit in silence for a few moments - FULLY CLOTHED - alarm bells ring in your head and you scramble around for your watch, looking for the time
>okay, it had only been a little over an hour and a half
>the others wouldn't be home for a good while, fucking THANKFULLY
>Sam and Fang notice your abrupt movement but they don't say anything; they likely know exactly what you were thinking
>the sheer silence is actually getting physically painful, though
>Fang is fiddling nervously with her pendant
>Samantha is sitting perfectly still on the couch, staring blankly into space
>her expression would be unreadable... if you didn't know exactly why she had it
>she had just jerked off her own son
>and made him cum so hard he passed out
>in front of her daughter and her daughter's husband
>it actually makes sense why she masturbated in the bathroom before - she was trying to clear her head
>and now her head is way TOO clear to the point where it looks like she's about to have a nervous breakdown
>the fucking silence is killing you though, someone has to say SOMETHING
>think, think, think, think-
>"M-maybe it was the alcohol?"
>god fucking DAMMIT Anon, foot directly in the mouth yet AGAIN
>Samantha jolts like she's been snapped out of a trance
>"Wha... oh, the-" her eyes fall on the half-empty bottle and the very-empty wine glasses on the table
>"M-maybe, I-" her wings droop and she sighs wearily "No... no, it wasn't the drinks."
>"Then why did it happen?" Fang asks quietly - it isn't accusatory or outraged, it's just a simple painfully honest question
>"I-I... I don't know!" her mother answers quickly, her tone growing more panicked, "I don't know why it happened! I was just- I felt... it was like something just came over me, and suddenly it was happening! I'm sorry, Lucy, I don't know how to deal with this!" 
>Fang's voice is rising too, now - "WAS it the drinks, then?!"
>"Wait a second, did we roofie ourselves?" you ask, "Is that what happened here?!"
>"W-wait, where is Naser right now?" Fang asks hurriedly
>"I put him to bed!" her mother exclaims, "I put him to bed, I t-took him to his old bedroom a-and I took him to bed... h-he's asleep, he's fine, he's..."
>"What the fuck are we gonna do when he wakes up?!" Fang cries, "What the fuck do we do when Dad and Amber get home?!"
>Samantha is blatantly spiraling now, "I just wanted to... w-what did I want to do?! What was I doing?! Why didn't I... oh God, oh God, oh God..."
>oh shit, this is bad
>you might've actually fucked up really bad here

>you need to do something before the whole situation descends into hysteria
>"Okay, everyone, quiet!" you boom, and it actually comes out even more forcefully than you intended
>both of the pteros hush up immediately, and you continue, "We do not want to wake Naser up right now. None of this is going to get fixed by yelling. Let's all sit down, and just... fucking talk about this."
>you all take a few deep breaths before you begin
>"Anon..." Samantha begins, her voice measured but clearly trembling, "Thank you. You're... you're right. Panic... isn't going to solve this problem."
>she turns to her daughter
>"Lucy... I'm... I'm very, very sorry about how inappropriately I acted in front of you. You have every right... to be upset with me. I... I'm upset with me, too." - her voice is starting to break now but she keeps going - "I-I just... p-please don't be angry with your brother, okay? B-blame me. Hate me."
>ohhh shit, here come the tears
>you can tell Sam is trying as hard as she can to hold them back but the dam is at its breaking point
>"Mom..." Fang's eyes are starting to get watery now too, "I don't hate Naser. I don't hate you. I'll always love you no matter what. I just... I... it's obvious that Naser has felt this way for a long time... did you know? Did you... feel...?"
>"I never knew I felt anything like this until tonight. Naser's always meant the world to me, just like you, of course, but I..." Samantha is really keeping an iron grip on her composure, "I was just... lost to it. I was lost to whatever I was feeling. It all just came out of me, and I wish that... I wish that I could have... WANTED to stop it..."
>a whole new layer of fuckening
>Samantha didn't give her son a handjob and immediately regret it
>Samantha gave her son a handjob and DIDN'T regret it
>and regretted NOT regretting it
>"I don't want to feel this way, Lucy," Samantha says dourly, wrapping her arms around herself, "I know I'm not supposed to. I know it probably seems... disgusting. I wish it felt disgusting to me. I wish that... whatever is apparently wrong with me was just... undone."
>Fang inches closer to her mother
>"Mom. Listen to me. I love you, okay? Naser loves you. And I know you love Naser. I know you'd never, ever hurt him. Whatever this is, we'll get through it together, alright?"
>"Maybe we could just... pretend this didn't happen," Samantha says quietly, "Maybe we could just tell Naser that he drank too much, and... we can tell him it was all just a dream...?"
>"Will that make the feelings go away?" you ask without thinking
>FOR GOD'S FUCKING SAKE, ANON, STOP
>"No..." Samantha admits, "The feelings won't change. They're not going away. It might be that ignoring them this long is what led to... well... tonight. I can't run away from this. I did what I did, and I have to face up to it."
>she sighs and closes her eyes, reaching into her memories
>"...I still remember taking care of him. After his accident. He was so small. So fragile. God, his poor wing... Every day, I just wanted to hold him in my arms and keep him safe from the world, keep him safe from everything that would ever hurt him. I've always just wanted him to feel safe. He'd come to me in the middle of the night because he had nightmares about the cliff and the water again, and I'd hold him until the sun came up, saying... 'Mommy's here, baby. Everything's okay. Mommy's here.' All I've ever wanted is for him to know that I'm here."
>she's visibly in tears now and to tell the truth you aren't far behind
>Fang helps her wipe her face off and gives a big sniffle
>"But... we're both adults, now. We're reasonable, and we can talk this out. When he wakes up, I'm going to speak with him, I'm going to be honest with him, and we can deal with our problems directly. And... if he decides that... he doesn't want me in his life anymore, then... I will have to accept that."
>Fang grins, despite herself
>"Who are you kidding? He's always gonna be a momma's boy."

>when Ripley comes home with Amber you're honestly surprised at how well you all played it off
>when Amber runs excitedly into Fang's arms and rambles about minigolf it feels like nothing had even gone wrong
>Sam is a little jittery and has some trouble looking Ripley in the eye when he wonders aloud where Naser had gotten off to, but when you cover for her and say that he'd had too much to drink and is passed out in his room, Ripley just laughs and lovingly calls his son a dipshit, and leaves it at that
>you're staying at the Aaron household overnight, but neither you, Fang, and you suspect more than likely Samantha get any sleep that night
>early in the morning Ripley is off to go help one of his friends move something - he promises he'll be home by lunch though
>you and Fang are going out with Amber to the park - it's good to visit before the weather gets too cold
>that leaves just Samantha and Naser, alone in the house
>as you prepare to go out, you and Fang check in with her
>she looks and sounds much better than she did last night; her hair is done back up in its usual ponytail and she's smiling softly
>you watch her take a deep breath as she knocks on Naser's door - that's your cue to leave
>"Naser, sweetie?" she calls, and you can hear movement on the other end that indicates he's awake
>"Is that you, mom?"
>"It's me, honey... listen, can I come in to talk with you?"
>there's a brief pause, but then, "...Sure. Just, uh... give me a second to get dressed, okay?"
>"Take your time, dear."
>Sam turns to you both as you begin down the stairs and smiles nervously
>"Wish me luck," she whispers