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*Spoilers*
Not well.","writing":"Part 2\n \n \nLynsey backed out of her son's bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. He was thoroughly distracted and hadn't yet noticed her enter, and, she hoped, didn't hear her leave. Her paws began to shake as the shock of what she had witnessed was starting to sink in. The scene of a young male standing naked in his room and ejaculating a near torrent onto the desk was burned into her mind. She was immediately aware of how hard her heart was beating, so much that she feared Palmer might be able to hear it. She slunk away to the living room and sat down on a chair. \n\nShe had spent a long time putting her past behind her. In those days she was young with no concern for the future. The money was easy and fast... and so was she. All she had to do was let someone film her having a bit of fun and the money rolled in. She never considered that those recordings would be around forever. That people she knew... her son that wasn't even born yet... could ever see them. \n\nEven worse, he was enjoying it. Some part of her wanted to believe that he didn't know it was her, but there was no way he didn't recognize his mother. Why would he want to watch that when there were so many other porn actresses out there? Did he see her in that way or was it just the extremely taboo nature of it that interested him? Maybe it was just a freak occurence and she happened to walk in on him the only time he was watching one of her films. Even as she thought that she knew it was a lie.\n\nHow often did he do such things anyway? Palmer exploring his sexuality wasn't something she was ready to accept. He's nearly in high-school and on the fringes of adulthood but she still saw him as her only little kitten. The joy of her life. It seemed like just yesterday that he was a tiny little miracle that suckled at her breast. A bundle of fur that looked up at her lovingly with no knowledge of her torrid past.\n\nLynsey felt a twinge of pain in her heart. It felt like he was corrupted now... and she had been a part of that. She had ruined the innocence of her one and only. \n\nThere was only one thing she could do. She had to confront him about it. Set aside the humiliation and be his mother. Put her foot down and make him realize that there was a problem. She stood up, brushed away imagined wrinkles in her clothes, and marched right back to her son's bedroom.\n\nOnly she lost her nerve at the door. She stood there feeling feeble and useless. The din of yet another video droned beyond. She could hear herself in her son's room, charming a male by marveling at the size of his penis. Which one was that? She couldn't remember. She might not even recall if she was watching the video. She had done so many of them, sometimes several in a day, and that time of her life was a blur in her memory. Defeated, she walked back to the living room, leaving her son to wank in peace.\n\n\"Oh, Palmer.\" She whimpered as she sunk back into the chair. What could she do? She couldn't tell her husband. He had never approved of what she had done in the first place. If he were to find out that his son was watching them? He'd freak! \n\n\"Oh, Palmer.\" She repeated. Why couldn't he have hidden it better? Why couldn't he watch someone else? Why did she have to walk in on him? Why did she even make those? Why? Why? Why?\n\nShe stood up and put her jacket on. She wasn't going anywhere but she needed to get outside and away from the sound of herself getting pumped full of some stranger's seed. \n\nWhen Lynsey stepped onto the front porch she found that the rain that had been threatening all day had finally started. The strong scent of fresh spring rainfall smelled clean and brisk. She loved the rain, always had. It washed away all the filth. Still, it never seemed to rain enough.\n\nA sudden thought horrified her. What did Palmer think of her now? Now that he knows what she did, had he lost all respect for his mother? Is she just some slut in a video, selling away her worth and her future for a few pennies? As she thought about it she realized that he has seemed a little colder toward her recently. A bit distant and standoffish. She assumed it had been just because he was a teenager now, but that wasn't it at all. Does he hate her? Is she even deserving of his love anymore?\n\nThe rabbit looked into the sky and let the rain fall onto her for a while. To savor the smell and the dampness. To feel the cold on her face. To let it wash her clean. To let it hide the tears. \n\nShe closed her eyes. \"I'm so sorry.\" She told the sky. \n\nLynsey shivered. Her jacket was fine for light weather, but it wasn't waterproof. She was soaked through to her fur. The bunny turned back to the house.\n\nWhen she entered she made sure to pull the door shut much harder than was necessary. The heavy thud shook the house. In response the dull sound of her young self enjoying yet another tryst vanished. She hung her wet jacket on the hook and went into the kitchen. \n\nShe opened the refrigerator and pulled out the food she had prepared for her son. She put it in the microwave but thought better of it, electing instead to put a saucepan on the stove. A hussy heats her son's food in the microwave, but a proper mother does it on the stove. \n\n\"Back already?\" Palmer asked as he came into the kitchen. He was dressed now, but he had a look on his face. A touch of guilt and nervousness that he was trying to hide. She realized that she had seen that look before but didn't know what to attribute it to. Now she did. Lynsey tried her best to smile and pretend nothing was wrong.\n\n\"There was an emergency at Aunt Mariam's work and she had to go in and put out a fire.\" She explained. \"We put off dinner until tomorrow.\" \n\n\"Oh.\" Her son said as he sat at the table.\n\n\"You don't mind sharing your dinner with me tonight, do you?\" She asked as she dumped the food into the saucepan and picked up a wooden spoon.\n\n\"No, that's fine.\" Palmer paused, noticing that his mother's blouse was soaked through. It had become semi-transparent and he could see the shape of her bra underneath. \"Mom, you're all wet.\"\n\n\"Well, it's raining outside, sweetie.\" She replied as she concentrated on stirring the food. \"That's what happens.\"\n\n\"Don't you want to change and dry off?\" Her son asked. \n\n\"I'm making dinner now.\" She said as she continued to stir. \"I can change later.\" \n\n\"Mom...\" \n\n\"I. Can. Change. Later.\" Lynsey insisted while stirring the pot vigorously.\n\n\"Mom... the stove isn't even on.\" \n\nLynsey lifted the pot to find that there was no fire under it. She squeezed her eyes shut and slammed the pan down angrily. \n\n\"Can't you just let me make dinner for my son?\" She said in a low and furious voice. \"Can I have that at least?\"\n\n\"Mom? What are you--\" \n\n\"You want me to take it off?\" She shouts suddenly. \"FINE!\" As she does her paws rip savagely at the buttons of her blouse. Her shaking fingers were struggling with them until she finally just tears it off over her head. She wasn't finished there. Reaching behind her back she snagged the clasp of her bra and ripped it off, pulling away the undergarment and tossing it to the floor. \n\n\"Is THIS what you want?\" Lynsey yelled at him with her paws on her hips, displaying her topless frame to Palmer. Her breast weren't as perky as they had once been, the nipples now pointing more toward the floor, but they were still full and round. Her body was not as fit it had been as a young female, now with thicker features and softer curves. Her son looked at her with wide-eyed confusion and fright, but even so he couldn't keep his vision from straying downward on her, drawn in by the doe's nudity. Without even realizing she was going to do it Lynsey lashed out, slapping her son across the face. Palmer fell back with a paw on his cheek, looking hurt and afraid.\n\nLynsey's own paws flew to her mouth to cover it up, her eyes wide with the horror of what she had done. She had never struck him in her life! How could she do such a thing? What the hell was wrong with her? The world around her blurred as the tears came.\n\n\"Palmer! I'm so sorry!\" She sobbed. She quickly stooped down to pick up her blouse and hastily covered her chest with it. She reached for him only to have him step back.\n\n\"I'm... so sorry!\" She cried again as she fled from the kitchen in shame.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Part 2
Lynsey backed out of her son's bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible. He was thoroughly distracted and hadn't yet noticed her enter, and, she hoped, didn't hear her leave. Her paws began to shake as the shock of what she had witnessed was starting to sink in. The scene of a young male standing naked in his room and ejaculating a near torrent onto the desk was burned into her mind. She was immediately aware of how hard her heart was beating, so much that she feared Palmer might be able to hear it. She slunk away to the living room and sat down on a chair.
She had spent a long time putting her past behind her. In those days she was young with no concern for the future. The money was easy and fast... and so was she. All she had to do was let someone film her having a bit of fun and the money rolled in. She never considered that those recordings would be around forever. That people she knew... her son that wasn't even born yet... could ever see them.
Even worse, he was enjoying it. Some part of her wanted to believe that he didn't know it was her, but there was no way he didn't recognize his mother. Why would he want to watch that when there were so many other porn actresses out there? Did he see her in that way or was it just the extremely taboo nature of it that interested him? Maybe it was just a freak occurence and she happened to walk in on him the only time he was watching one of her films. Even as she thought that she knew it was a lie.
How often did he do such things anyway? Palmer exploring his sexuality wasn't something she was ready to accept. He's nearly in high-school and on the fringes of adulthood but she still saw him as her only little kitten. The joy of her life. It seemed like just yesterday that he was a tiny little miracle that suckled at her breast. A bundle of fur that looked up at her lovingly with no knowledge of her torrid past.
Lynsey felt a twinge of pain in her heart. It felt like he was corrupted now... and she had been a part of that. She had ruined the innocence of her one and only.
There was only one thing she could do. She had to confront him about it. Set aside the humiliation and be his mother. Put her foot down and make him realize that there was a problem. She stood up, brushed away imagined wrinkles in her clothes, and marched right back to her son's bedroom.
Only she lost her nerve at the door. She stood there feeling feeble and useless. The din of yet another video droned beyond. She could hear herself in her son's room, charming a male by marveling at the size of his penis. Which one was that? She couldn't remember. She might not even recall if she was watching the video. She had done so many of them, sometimes several in a day, and that time of her life was a blur in her memory. Defeated, she walked back to the living room, leaving her son to wank in peace.
"Oh, Palmer." She whimpered as she sunk back into the chair. What could she do? She couldn't tell her husband. He had never approved of what she had done in the first place. If he were to find out that his son was watching them? He'd freak!
"Oh, Palmer." She repeated. Why couldn't he have hidden it better? Why couldn't he watch someone else? Why did she have to walk in on him? Why did she even make those? Why? Why? Why?
She stood up and put her jacket on. She wasn't going anywhere but she needed to get outside and away from the sound of herself getting pumped full of some stranger's seed.
When Lynsey stepped onto the front porch she found that the rain that had been threatening all day had finally started. The strong scent of fresh spring rainfall smelled clean and brisk. She loved the rain, always had. It washed away all the filth. Still, it never seemed to rain enough.
A sudden thought horrified her. What did Palmer think of her now? Now that he knows what she did, had he lost all respect for his mother? Is she just some slut in a video, selling away her worth and her future for a few pennies? As she thought about it she realized that he has seemed a little colder toward her recently. A bit distant and standoffish. She assumed it had been just because he was a teenager now, but that wasn't it at all. Does he hate her? Is she even deserving of his love anymore?
The rabbit looked into the sky and let the rain fall onto her for a while. To savor the smell and the dampness. To feel the cold on her face. To let it wash her clean. To let it hide the tears.
She closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She told the sky.
Lynsey shivered. Her jacket was fine for light weather, but it wasn't waterproof. She was soaked through to her fur. The bunny turned back to the house.
When she entered she made sure to pull the door shut much harder than was necessary. The heavy thud shook the house. In response the dull sound of her young self enjoying yet another tryst vanished. She hung her wet jacket on the hook and went into the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the food she had prepared for her son. She put it in the microwave but thought better of it, electing instead to put a saucepan on the stove. A hussy heats her son's food in the microwave, but a proper mother does it on the stove.
"Back already?" Palmer asked as he came into the kitchen. He was dressed now, but he had a look on his face. A touch of guilt and nervousness that he was trying to hide. She realized that she had seen that look before but didn't know what to attribute it to. Now she did. Lynsey tried her best to smile and pretend nothing was wrong.
"There was an emergency at Aunt Mariam's work and she had to go in and put out a fire." She explained. "We put off dinner until tomorrow."
"Oh." Her son said as he sat at the table.
"You don't mind sharing your dinner with me tonight, do you?" She asked as she dumped the food into the saucepan and picked up a wooden spoon.
"No, that's fine." Palmer paused, noticing that his mother's blouse was soaked through. It had become semi-transparent and he could see the shape of her bra underneath. "Mom, you're all wet."
"Well, it's raining outside, sweetie." She replied as she concentrated on stirring the food. "That's what happens."
"Don't you want to change and dry off?" Her son asked.
"I'm making dinner now." She said as she continued to stir. "I can change later."
"Mom..."
"I. Can. Change. Later." Lynsey insisted while stirring the pot vigorously.
"Mom... the stove isn't even on."
Lynsey lifted the pot to find that there was no fire under it. She squeezed her eyes shut and slammed the pan down angrily.
"Can't you just let me make dinner for my son?" She said in a low and furious voice. "Can I have that at least?"
"Mom? What are you--"
"You want me to take it off?" She shouts suddenly. "FINE!" As she does her paws rip savagely at the buttons of her blouse. Her shaking fingers were struggling with them until she finally just tears it off over her head. She wasn't finished there. Reaching behind her back she snagged the clasp of her bra and ripped it off, pulling away the undergarment and tossing it to the floor.
"Is THIS what you want?" Lynsey yelled at him with her paws on her hips, displaying her topless frame to Palmer. Her breast weren't as perky as they had once been, the nipples now pointing more toward the floor, but they were still full and round. Her body was not as fit it had been as a young female, now with thicker features and softer curves. Her son looked at her with wide-eyed confusion and fright, but even so he couldn't keep his vision from straying downward on her, drawn in by the doe's nudity. Without even realizing she was going to do it Lynsey lashed out, slapping her son across the face. Palmer fell back with a paw on his cheek, looking hurt and afraid.
Lynsey's own paws flew to her mouth to cover it up, her eyes wide with the horror of what she had done. She had never struck him in her life! How could she do such a thing? What the hell was wrong with her? The world around her blurred as the tears came.
"Palmer! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed. She quickly stooped down to pick up her blouse and hastily covered her chest with it. She reached for him only to have him step back.
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