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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Mother_Argent
  Character:
      Chris_Argent, Original_Female_Character(s), Background_Gerard_Argent_-
      Character
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Extremely_Underage, Parent/Child_Incest, HELLO_SINNERS, just
      kidding
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-25 Updated: 2016-04-01 Chapters: 5/? Words: 4839
****** Slip-n-Slide the H(c)unt ******
by Nunya_biz
Summary
     They're all slicked up and she's ready to go
Notes
     Shota. Sex between adult and child. Don't like don't read. FICTION!!!
     *****update*****
     I'm quite curious to hear what people think. C'mmon. Don't be shy.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Slippery When Wet *****
Mother Argent stepped out of the shower and plucked the towel from the warmer.
She walked toward the bedroom as she patted herself dry, anticipation causing
her to do a poorer job of it than she normally would. With her husband away at
a hunters convention for the weekend she felt truly free to indulge for the
first time. The boy - her future hunter son - had turned over in his sleep, now
lying face down with his fisted hand close to his face. No matter, she thought,
she could always turn him over as things progressed. She knew he was unlikely
to wake, regardless. The towel dropped at her feet by the bed as she reached
for the bottle of oil lying by his side, placing a generous amount on the palm
of her hand. With slow, gentle movements, she began to spread it carefully over
Chris' young body. She felt a pearl-sized drop push its way out of her, adding
to the sticky evidence of her advanced state of arousal. She worked more of the
oil onto his limbs, taking care to get in all the crevices, the valleys in his
baby fat flesh. Lifting each leg one at a time she oiled as much of his front
as she could while he remained face down. She climbed up on the bed, the latex
sheets squeaking a bit as she crawled around the toddler’s body to get better
positioned. Next, she upended the bottle down her front, squirting generous
amounts of the oil over her skin. Massaging it into her flesh, she took special
care to keep her hands away from the natural slick wetting her pussy and the
surrounding mound. Though she needed the oil to ease the rubbing of their
bodies together, to facilitate the physical contct that will help the formation
of mother-son hunting partners' bond, she knew there was no substance that
would feel as smooth, slick and un-interfering between her and the fresh skin
around his little cock and balls as her own pussy's juices. Sufficiently oiled,
she straddled his tiny frame, allowing the slick flesh of her lower legs to
briefly slide against his sides, his back, even his bald little head. It was
getting harder to control the lust building inside of her, her pussy now
actively leaking stringy slick over his backside. Visions of violent hunts,
dead werewolves and cleansed cities further inflamed her passions. Gently, she
picked up his limp, sleeping body, flipping him onto his back; nearly coming
right then as his little foot glanced against her engorged clit in the process.
With a few quick motions, the rest of him was as slick as she, save for his
little cocklet and marble-sized balls. She knew she would regret it later if
she didn’t allow herself to fondle and caress that lump of baby flesh with her
tongue and lips before proceeding to the main event. With her hands gently
spreading his thighs, she bent over and took his entire small package in her
mouth. Her body buzzed drunk with pleasure as she felt the baby beneath her
shudder slightly, his little cock hard as candy from the stimulation. With a
few quick twirls of her tongue, she pulled herself off and sat back on her
heals to take in the scene, the set she so carefully constructed for her
unbridled pleasure: baby, asleep on the blue latex, legs akimbo, hands fisted
up by his head, cock poking up into the moist air. Walking up the sides of his
body on shaking knees, she let her soaking mound make the slow, slick slide up
over his cock, his torso, and finally his face. Pausing for a bit, she indulged
in a slow grinding down onto his mouth, embedding in him the taste of things
red and raw, before retracing the slick route back down. Difficult as it was to
maneuver herself on her shaking legs, she guided her pert, wet clit down onto
his inch and a half of hard baby cock, dragging her flesh over his in short,
gliding thrusts, slipping every third movement or so, completely enveloping his
young cocklet into her throbbing wet hole. Feeling she was getting close, she
gritted her teeth and pulled her body off of the infant. Falling onto her back
by his side, she picked him up with greedy, slippery hands and lay him face
down on her strong chest, sliding him down and back over her buzzing pussy. In
this position, she could let gravity (with a small assist from herself) grind
his hard, slick flesh over her quivering pussy without threat of hurting the
poor little boy or his future as a proud hunter. With a distant thought she
congratulated herself on the decision to use the mild sedative in his milk
bottle earlier in the evening. Sliding his body over hers with quickening
movements, she knew his crying would only have spoiled the perfect scene,
shattering the fantasy of him as her strong and powerful son. Just as she could
feel the walls of her pussy begin to spasm at the start of her orgasm, one she
could feel all the way up behind her clenched eyes, she maneuvered his entire
arm down into herself, his nipple just bumping against her clit as she pulled
and pushed his arm in and out then in, up to his shoulder. Letting her arms
fall to her side, she clasped on to his body with her shuddering thighs, her
orgasm ripping through her in wave after shocking wave. As the clenching inside
her subsided with a few final twitches, she lay on the slick sheets, air
forcing in and out of her lungs as she struggled to catch her breath. She
brought her chin down to her chest to look down at them both. The sight of the
slicked up baby with his arm elbow deep inside of her driving her sensitive
flesh over the edge once more, wringing a smaller, but equally thrilling orgasm
from her sex numb body. A while later, clean and tucked into fresh linen
sheets, Mother Argent held her hunter spawn close to her naked body, happy to
be free of Gerard for two more days. Drifting off to join her son in sleep she
smiled, running through her plans for the boy tomorrow.
***** Unstructured Playtime *****
Chapter Summary
     Chris is awake this time...
She started the play/training session with some unstructured time.  They were
both naked, hanging out on the large blanket she'd spread out on the living
room floor. Chris was just at the stage where he could push himself up into a
crawling position and rock back and forth.  He hadn't yet started to crawl, but
could manage to rock his body while holding himself up on one arm, often waving
to her with the other. He was teething quite a bit these days, dropping strings
of drool from his mouth along with the typical babbling sounds one would
expect.  Just now, she positioned herself closer to the boy, placing her bare
pussy much nearer to his drooling mouth. Chris noticed the new display,
bringing his waving arm down in excited slaps on to his mother's pussy. Laying
with her legs spread on either side of him, propped on her elbows, Mother
Argent rewarded the thumping motion with a cooing wide smile, eliciting a half
dozen more slaps in quick succession. Scooting her body still closer to the
boy, she coaxed his face down towards her pussy with gentle pressure to the
back of his head. Chris let out a joyful squeak and dropped down to his belly,
his limbs flailing as he arched his head up. Much as he'd done with his hand a
few minutes earlier, Chris bobbed his head against his mother's soft wet flesh
while making a continuous "ahhhhh" sound that changed to "bah bah bah" each
time his drooling open mouth made contact with her pussy. His mother's moans
would cause him to squeal once more, pausing his head bobbing briefly to slap
his pudgy little hand against the pink furl of her ass.  Unable to keep herself
from playing a more active roll in their bonding session, she brought her hand
back to his head, exerting a bit more pressure this time to grind his gummy
smile against her drool soaked clit. Lost for a moment in utter pleasured
bliss, she was brought out of her cunt pleasing stuper by her son's now
urgently flailing limbs to discover she had kept up the pressure for a bit
longer than she'd intended. Allowing the distressed infant to pull his face up
away from her pussy, she soothed him with gentle pats to his cheek as he sucked
in lung fulls of air to help catch his breath. She took a special delight in
the appearance of his drool and cunt juice covered face. Sitting up, she
reached for her son, bringing him up into her arms to nestle him between her
breasts to fully soothe the boy. Chris calmed pretty quickly, now holding him
self back from her to smile and coo at her face. She cooed and smiled right
back, taking one hand away from his naked back to  manuver his little kicking
foot against her sopping wet pussy. Taking a chubby hand into her mouth, she
pushed his bare foot into herself, with his little shin pushed right up against
her clit. Taking his cues once more from her moans around his hand, Chris
babbled and laughed and squeaked, all the while pushing his foot deeper into
her cunt. Drunk as she was on the white hot pleasure coursing through her body,
she still noticed when he took his other hand, shoving it down between their
bodies to fondle his little cocklet, now hard from repeated bumps against her
ribcage.  The look of confused concentration on her son's face confimed for her
just how smart her little hunter boy was. Though entirely too young to
comprehend what they were doing as anything beyond simple play, she did not
think the boy's urge to pull on his hardened flesh with pudgy fingers was just
coincidence. She welcomed his actions as a clear indication of his ability to
adapt to burgeoning experiences with appropriate responses, which could only
bode well for his skills as a hunter.  As her orgasm neared she was vaguely
aware that his entire foot was now shoved deep inside her pussy, and that his
knee was now the pressure point against her clit. As her moans grew louder,
Chris pulled his other hand from her mouth, bringing it down to join his other
in the ministrations of his hard boyflesh. He was utterly silent in his
concentration, head bent down to watch the interplay of his fingers with the
little mushroom cap of a penis, the drool streaming from his mouth and leaking
onto the curious apparition drawing his attention even closer. His mouth formed
into a wet open oval, his attention jerked away from the flesh in his hands to
his mother's face as she cried out as the force of her orgasm punched the
breath from her mouth. Pulling his foot from her body, she placed him back on
the rug on his bum. She lay spread out beside him, observing the smack smack
smack of his wet hand against his still hard nub, bouncing on his naked ass and
humming. She felt his pussy wet foot kick her thigh, and brought her face
closer to  lick at the juices left there from time in her pussy, giggling when
she noticed his little foot had gone all pruny. 
 
 
***** Stages of Development *****
Chapter Summary
     Things are no longer one sided
Mother Argent felt that Chris's training was coming along nicely. Though she
will admit that much of the pleasure so far has been hers, she can't help but
notice their repeated encounters have started to draw a more active involvement
from Chris. Developmentally she is very much aware that a coordinated, or
rather intentioned act on Chris's part to bring himself to orgasm is not yet
possible. However, she has also noticed some level of conditioned response
taking place in the boy. Just this afternoon as she was taking off his clothes
to prepare him for his bath she noticed a stillness come over the child. She
paused briefly, at which point Chris twisted his legs from side to side in a
decidedly squirmy fashion, as if to say: "what are you waiting for? Let's get
going!" As she lifted him up to put him in the bath his legs went rigid, his
baby cock at full attention. When she lowered him into the warm bubbly water,
he let out a slow sigh, his eyes half lidded. She tested her theory by giving
his penis a thorough massaging, sliding a soap slicked hand up and down his
little shaft repeatedly. As she closed in on about a minute of this treatment,
his hands started to clap down on the water, his legs were at full extension
and his chest erupted in a series of spasmodic hiccups. Cradling his neck with
her other hand she gentled him through what she knew was his first orgasm. The
experience was quite intense for them both. It took the baby a full minute to
come down from his full body shudders. His head was slack on her wrist and
facing her as his little pudgy legs went limp in the bathwater. She caressed
his face with the hand that had brought him to such physical pleasure just
moments before, noticing wet tracks leading down his cheek toward her arm; his
orgasm had brought tears to the child's eyes. She observed her son closely to
ensure he was ok, encouraged by the sigh that escaped his lax and pouty mouth,
a mouth that made a brief sucking motion, similar to the one made instinctively
before feeding; by a lazy gaze that tracked her expressions and resulting
smile. She used a washcloth to gently cleanse the boy thoroughly, carefully
avoiding his over sensitive penis. She did startle a bit at his gasp/stutter
breath, a leftover sob from his orgasm elicited from the boy as she massaged
the washcloth in and around the pin-tight pucker of his ass. Though she'd only
ever heard him make that sound after a prolonged episode of crying, she was
sure this time it had not been an indication of distress, but rather the
infant's diaphragm attempting to regulate his breathing rythem after the
intense experience of the small body's upheaval during orgasm. Engulfing the
sleepy child in a large fluffy towel from the warmer, she shushed and bounced
him as they headed over to the bed. She was well aware Gerard was due up any
moment from his study and so deferred any further experimentation for another
time. She lay down next to Chris on her side of the bed, caressing the back of
his silky smooth head. She whispered her love to the boy and her hopes for his
future as a proud hunter, watching him fall into a deep sleep as she shuddered
out an orgasm of her own. Suckling the fingers she pulled from her pulsing
clit, she fell asleep content and proud of the day's progress.
************
Research for this chapter included some brief reading of some of Kinsey's work,
specifically tables 31- 34.
Nonetheless, I still very much do not support ANY such actions IRL. But you
already knew that, right? Right?
***** Tentative Inroads *****
Chapter Summary
     Progress
Not wanting to hurt her son, she had so far refrained from penetrating him
during their training sessions. Her protective instincts as a mother warred
with her personal desires, both for her own physical pleasure, as well as for
the sense of urgency she felt to cement their bond. Gerard largely left them on
their own, kept busy fighting over territory with other hunters, or sharpening
his own skills at various excursions with his hunting brethren. She suspected
her husband had some inkling as to the direction her bonding sessions with
their boy had taken, though he didn’t seem interested in pursuing such
suspicions. So long as she kept their son healthy and safe, he appeared content
to let her proceed with her bonding as she saw fit until it was time for the
boy’s practical hunting training to begin. Rocking back and forth on the front
porch, Chris snug in her arms, she applied pressure to his rear with her hand.
She knew from their multiple sessions how well he responded to external
stimulation of that part of his body, and felt herself becoming aroused at the
prospect of getting her fingers inside of his tight little passage. He was
getting bigger every month, taking up more space in her lap every time she held
him. Standing up to take him inside she decided she would start moving in that
direction during their next bonding session. At two years old, she felt Chris
would be able to indicate if he was in distress with what she was attempting to
do. Having recently progressed to two to four word sentences, and with his
penchant for running into furniture as he play chased after his stuffed
monster, she knew ‘ouch’ was one of those words. She had deprived herself long
enough. It was time.
During goodnight kisses later that evening, she took off his footsie pajamas
before tucking him naked into bed. It had taken a few tries to get the squirmy
toddler to get on board with “naked sleepies” as he now called it. After a
couple of times of bringing him to orgasm with her mouth, he now eagerly held
up his feet to help her with the undressing process. Turning him onto his
front, she began with the gentle rubbing of his naked back, bottom and legs.
Once he was sufficiently subdued, she gently held his cheeks apart with her
warm hands, blowing over his tight pucker. Sleepy though he was, Chris squirmed
his hips into the mattress. She suspected his little boy cock was filling out
from the anal stimulation. Leaning over, she stuck out her tongue, and pressing
her face between his spread cheeks, twirled it around his hole. His legs tensed
momentarily, but she continued with slow and deliberate circles around the
tight muscle with her stiffened tongue. His legs relaxed some, but the twisting
of his hips into the mattress became a bit more pronounced. It took little of
her strength to keep his ass still enough for the continued ministrations of
her tongue. Though quite babbly most of the day, Chris tended to get quiet
during their sessions. Oh, he would sigh, and cry out with pleasure as things
got heated and he neared his baby orgasms, but otherwise seemed entirely
entranced by what they were doing. Lately he started adding a kind of high
pitched grunting sound that never failed to engorge her pussy with blood and
wet her with slick. Little by slow she let her tongue get looser, as the
tightness of his furl began to unclench. Every few licks she could start to
feel a bit of give under her tongue, and began to exert more pressure, pushing
the tip of her tongue into him just a little. The first time the tip of her
tongue breached his body he stilled. Massaging his cheeks with her hands, she
continued the in-out and around motions with her tongue. Before long the
toddler resumed grinding his baby hips with increased speed and urgency. His
vocalizations turned more breathy, the baby grunts punctuated with little “ahs”
every time her tongue slipped inside the boy. By now she was able to get her
tongue in quite a ways – she guessed it was close to three quarters of an inch
– almost half the length of his hard little penis. Mother Argent felt quite
gratified when her son’s little bum chased her mouth as she pulled back and
straightened up. Whimpering, he continued to bump himself into the mattress.
Lying down next to him on his bed she placed her pinky in his mouth and
continued the circling of his loosening hole with her spit slick finger. With
one hand slicking against her clit, and one inching its way up her toddler’s
tight little passage, she felt her orgasm building with the sheer delight at
what they were now sharing. She now had her pinky pushed up into her son passed
the first knuckle. She knew Chris’ orgasm was nearing as well: his little body
began to shake, his head thrashing from side to side, his hips bouncing against
the bed. He wailed out “Momma!” just as she crested her peak, slowly caressing
her clit as she came down from her high. She stilled her finger inside of her
son when she felt his legs go rigid. His body then slumped slack by her side.
Removing her finger from his now puffy hole, she stroked his back up and down
to soothe him through the after-tremors coursing through his body. After a
couple of minutes he clumsily climbed on top of her, circling slender arms
around her neck while smushing his tear stained face against her chest. “Momma
love you,” he mumbled against her body before falling into a deep sleep. She
wiped her own tears from her face and pulled the blanket up over them both. It
really had been time.
***** Happy Birthday, My Little Man *****
Chapter Summary
     Ok. I got inspired before any of you came up with a prompt, so.
The banner above the porch read: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTOPHER!" An afternoon
breeze crept through the back yard, turning an empty waxed paper cup, spilling
more of the red juice in the grass. The paper tail had fallen off the cardboard
donkey, laying on the ground beside a discarded paper plate smeared with
electric blue icing. Mother Argent's tired gaze surveyed the mess, trying to
convince herself that cleaning now was her best bet. 
 
Chris had traipsed around the house in full gear all afternoon. Wearing his
weapons belt over camo pants and a black tank top, he kept running his little
hand over the knife Gerard had given him for his birthday. Proud as a peacock,
the four year old had beamed up at his father, nodding his head earnestly as he
listened to the man talk about honor, code and family tradition. She'd watched
him puff out his chest, point to one of his friends to be the hunted and then
set his face into a snarl while the unlucky kid ran to hide for his life. She
winced at the memory of watching her son trying to hold back his tears as his
father had to dash off from the festivities to go chasing after an omega
werewolf with his fellow hunters. The party had pretty much broken apart after
that. Chris remained sitting on the back steps, wiping his new present,
sheathed in its leather holder, against his little thigh. He had watched as one
after another his little buddies were bundled off home by their parents. 
 
With a last glance back over the empty yard she turned and went in the house in
search of her little birthday boy.
 
Leaning against the doorway to his room, she stood watching as Chris kicked his
feet back and forth as he lay on his bed, fingering the snap of the leather
sheath open and shut. She walked up and sat down beside him on his bed and
stroked his back over his shirt. Talking to him in hushed tones, she explained
what a responsibility it was for a hunter to protect his territory and all who
lived in it. She told him of generations of Argents battling beasts and
returning home victorious. After a while she noticed that Chris had put his
legs down and had stopped playing with his knife. His breath had gone a bit
shallow and he'd pushed his face between her thigh and the mattress. She lifted
her hand from his back and began undoing the buttons of her shirt. It had
become a tradition of their own, one shared between mother and son alone, and
she could tell it's what the boy needed now. 
 
Removing her bra, she told Chris to come on up into momma's lap. Though they
had done this for his entire life, he had started to get shy recently when it
came to their special feeding time. Climbing up onto her lap now, she could see
a delicate red blush crawling up the boy's neck and face. Wrapping her left arm
around the boy, she placed her hard nipple into his mouth, encouraging him to
suck real good for momma. As he began to suck on her breast, he brought his
hand up to squeeze and play with her other tit the way he knew she liked. He
lifted his hips to help her as she pulled down his pants, proud when she
noticed he was not wearing underpants. She felt the sweet pull of milk begin
flowing into her son's mouth, a sensation that never failed to wet her cunt and
send the blood rushing to engorge her pussy. She began to circle her right hand
around her little boy's cock and balls, encouraging him to spread his legs with
a push of her wrist against his lean little thigh. With a practiced,
mesmerizing touch, she circled his baby sack, trailed her fingers down around
his pin prick asshole, up over  his now hard cocklet and down and around again.
In her next pass, she noticed that the tight little furl gave way to the
preassure of her finger much easier than it normally did. She felt a gush of
slick push out of her body when she realized what this meant: Chris had
prepaired himself before she came upstairs. Christ was she proud of her little
fucking hunter-slut of a boy. Chris sucked harder at her breast and began
hitching his hips forward at the increased pressure of her fingers in his
loosened little hole. Pushing her pussy up against the little ass in her lap,
she crooked her fingers just so, looking down into her baby's face as she found
his little button and pushed against it with her two fingers. Her nipple fell
from his little suckling mouth as his head dropped back, a cry of "momma!"
falling from it, too. She tore her eyes from his pleasure-slack face to look
down to where her hand was disappearing into his slim little body. His little
two inch cock was as hard as she'd ever seen it; thrusting up into nothing as
he took his pleasure from her fingers in his ass. She felt a little trickle of
breast milk slip out and down her breast,  the gohst of her son's lips still
buzzing around her flesh. His little cries of "owie, owie, owie," let her know
her son was getting close to coming. She bent over her his body, letting him
thrust his young hard flesh into her mouth, having the pleasure of feeling him
quiver against her tongue and his ass clench around her fingers buried deep
inside. His body tensed, shook, and then went limp in her arms, his dick
falling out of her mouth. She carefully removed her fingers from her four year
old, rocking him in her arms as he came down from his violent orgasm. 
 
She laid her smiling boy down on his bed, his pants still around his knees, his
face flush from their activities. As he watched her remove her skirt, he stuck
out his tongue as far as it would go. Holding on to the railing of her son's
bed, her knees bracketing his face, she slid her clit back and forth over his
extended tongue, feeling her pleasure surging to the fore, building with every
kitten lick of his sweet little boy tongue. Four years. Four years this little
gift has been in her life, and for just about all of it he's been her single
source of joy and pleasure and ecstasy. With one, two, three final pushes of
her sopping pussy over the little pebbled flesh of his tongue and she was
coming, Juices flowing out of her pulsing cunt, bathing his mouth, his chin and
his neck in all the love she had for the boy. When she was able, she let go of
the headboard and scooted her body down his, bringing her wet mound to rest
over his softened young flesh. Gazing into his sharp blue eyes she licked her
juices up off of his chin, tasting herself in his mouth, on his tongue. As she
closed her mouth around his, he licked into her mouth and wrapped his arms
around her neck, kissing his love and his pleasure back into her mouth. "Happy
birthday, my little man," she whispered as she tucked his blanky around his
sleeping form. 
 
She bent over in the moonlight, scooping the remaining detritus from the party
into a large garbage bag. She chuckled to herself as she felt the cool evening
breeze ruffle her skirt and take its own taste of her naked pussy. 
End Notes
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