Mixed Signals

The look Mom gave me, told me she was unsure of my incestuous advances. And, truth be told, I was, too. But, her tail wagged excitedly at the concept and wouldn't stop. However, being that close to my mother while she was in heat, had shorted all my circuits and all I wanted then was to fuck her brains out. Unfortunately for the both of us, she happens to turn into of a slut when she's in heat, so her hand didn't move from my crotch. Even as I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, she just took it and stroked it while groaning pathetically, "You're my daughter, though." She seemed to more convincing herself than me.

"Please, Mom! It'll feel really good," I tried, her hand never leaving my cock.

After a bit of consideration, she gave me a "I really shouldn't but fuck it," look, her ears kind of dropping forward in defeat, her tail REALLY swaying in eagerness, and that was all I need to move up behind her and expose her breasts, taking them in my hands. She gave a small moan as I slipped my cock between her thighs, her tail immediately halting it's wagging and moving out of the way to give me access. "See, Mom, doesn't my nice big cock feel good against your hot little pussy lips?"

She nodded and I could suddenly tell she was trying not to cum from my thigh fucking. "Honey, please...don't." Mom tried weakly.

"Oh, come on, Mom, you're horny, I'm horny," I encouraged and slipped a hand down to her clit and she immediately came, only my strength keeping her from collapsing as her juiced exploded all over my cock. "Oops. Sorry, but that felt good, huh?"

Mom nodded again, but barely.