Take the candle downstairs

Your pick up the candle and smell it. Shrugging your shoulders, you take it downstairs to the kitchen. Walking into the room you see your mother bent over the sink washing a pile of dirty plates. Honey Longears was drop dead gorgeous, her velvety white fur covered a perfect body. Her large breasts complimented her thin waist and strong powerful legs. Her ears were smaller than yours and stand up straight into the air. Her small frame worked furiously to scrub off a pot that had been soaking in the sink. You can hear her cursing quietly under her breath.

You had always tried to resist seeing your mother in a sexual light but for some reason it was more difficult right now to avoid staring at her ass. Her small pajama shorts clung closely to her buttocks with her snow white tail protruding out of the thin material.

“Good morning mom!” You say trying to peel your eyes away from the alluring sight.

“There’s food on the table” she reponds.

Taking a seat, you chow down a few of the grilled carrots and set the candle on the table. Lost in though you don’t notice your mother appear at your side. Looking at her you notice her nose quivering and an inquisitive look on her face.

“Geez son, that candle smells interesting!” she says and with a flick of her wrist produces a match. Before you can react she lights it and places the flame onto the wick.

A strong aroma blasts outward and fills the room.