Your mind is reeling from the intense smell of the candle. You try to fight the urges that are bubbling up but a new scent enters your nose. Your ears and whiskers perk up as the smell of a female’s heat tickles your nostrils. It is your mother.
Honey pulls one of her hands away from her crotch and grasps your arm. Her eyes pleading for you to help.
“I can’t fight it” she moans, “Mommy needs her baby boy”. She runs her hand up your shoulder and down to your chest. Her nimble fingers stroking your muscles. Moving downward she traces a meandering line across your abs and belly button. A devilish look on her face the entire time. You are frozen in place, unable to move, unable to flee from her fingers that continue to travel downward.
In one quick motion she maneuvers under your waistband and has a firm hold on your rigid cock.
“Oh fuck” you whisper. The thinking portion of your brain is losing out to the more primal instinct to breed this horny bunny that kneels in front of you. All it takes to send you over the edge is her soft hand that begins to tug on your sensitive member.
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