He tries, sorta.

Jack groaned with severely pent-up sexual need, but this was not right. There was something very wrong about it.

"Mom..." he started, but she shook her head.

Still visibly struggling with her own urges, she furrowed her bunny brow. "Don't call me that. At least not right now. Call me something else. Anything else..." She burrowed her face in his crotch again and sighed happily. "Ohhh, I can't seem to help myself... your scent is driving me crazy. I don't want to think, I just want to do." She reached up for the waistband of Jack's sweatpants.

Reflexively, Jack grabs her wrists to stop her. "But Mo—" he cut off at a sharp look from the bunny between his knees. "Kelly?"

She shook her head again, tugging against his grip. "Better, but still doesn't feel right. Didn't I catch you once looking at porn very much like this? Why are you fighting me? What was her name?" She lowered her face to nibble gently at his cock through the material of his pants, clearly losing all interest in anything that wasn't sex.

Jack blushed, somehow more embarrassed at being reminded of that humiliating incident a few years back than at the prospect of actually doing it with his mother-turned-bunny. "I-ah, don't know that she had one. It was just some art I found..." Her gentle prodding and nibbling was driving him crazy, and thinking about the art was only making him more shamefully aroused.

"There was a word on her collar, wasn't there? What was it? It feels like a good name for someone like me." She sighed lustfully, speaking as if to herself. "Ohh, should I get a collar? That sounds hawt."

Jack's grip on his mother's hands slackened just enough that she managed to pull one side of his pants down several inches. She squealed delightedly at the exposed skin, pressing her nose to his thigh and sniffing happily.

He knew the word on the collar, but couldn't bring himself to say it, not to his mother. Not as she was hoping to use it as a name for herself.

She used her authoritative mom-voice without even looking up. "You tell me that name, mister, or we will go looking for that image together and we'll see what you get up to on that computer. Just say the word; I know it will fit me."

Finally, his grip was broken and she giggled as she pulled his sweatpants down enough to expose his throbbing member. Jack had lost the will to resist her incredible desire to make it happen. Confused and aroused, he simply gave up and let her win.

As her hot mouth devoured his cock, he shuddered with sinful pleasure. Her strange rabbit face made for an incredible sensation as she buried her nose in his pubic hair, swallowing his entire dick in one smooth movement to breathe deeply. She immediately went to work on the most intensely aggressive and pleasurable blowjob Jack had ever imagined.

Jack groaned, defeated. He surrendered entirely to this weird twist of fate and gave up the word. "Fuckpet. It just said Fuckpet. Because that's all she was."

His mother purred excitedly around his cock and he knew she was going to make him call her that. And with that realization, as he stared into the deep pools of amber that were his mother's new rabbit eyes staring back at him with an intensely erotic sort of determination, he came and she swallowed all of it hungrily.

It was the best experience of his young life.