Dimming sunlight slowly leaked out of the corridor he was sitting in. A crack in the door right in front of him was becoming his only source of light. Not that he minded or even noticed the creeping darkness – his mind and eyes were set to something different entirely. From time to time, soft gasps and whimpers pierced the deafening silence, echoing in the room just ahead. He admired the tigress’s body as she steadily rocked herself up and down on the bed, shuddering around the dildo stretching her insides. His eyes were glued to the half-erect cock that gently swayed between the mature woman’s legs with each movement. It leaked precum like a broken faucet, a constant rivulet running down it’s length to mix with the sweat of her enormous sack. By the way she was gripping the sheets, tensing the muscles in her hands, it was obvious the tigress was doing everything she could to refrain from touching her member. Forcing herself to stay at a slow space, she closed her eyes and slowly tilted her head back. Another moan rang out from her throat.
The boy wasn’t better in any way. Shivers trampled through his slender body at the lewd sight. At the sight of his mother. His flat chest heaved up and down under the torment of his dilemma – risk everything there is and step through the door, or return to his room and forget this ever happened. It didn’t take him much thinking to understand he could never forget it, that he would never want to forget it. It was a beautiful sight and it was doing things to his body and his mind he couldn’t fully understand. With enormous effort, he broke his gaze off the tigress and glanced down. Surely enough, his silken panties were stretched to borderline painful from his erection which he found to pale in comparison with his mother’s.
He took a deep breath as if it was his last, and stood up. Fingers trembling from anticipation, he pushed the door open, thanking every deity there had ever been for it being recently oiled. It gave no indication of his presence, thus gifting him an opportunity to continue creeping closer. He stopped after each padded step, cautiously peering at the woman for a reaction and to his luck, finding none except the ones brought from the dildo. He stopped at just a few feet from the bed, almost feeling the warmth radiating off his mother. Silently, the young tiger dropped to his knees for a face-to-face moment with the woman’s cock. He leaned closer, pressing his eyes tightly shut as his tongue reached out for a taste of precum...
„Erin!“
He froze. His mother froze, lips parted in surprise. Silence ruthlessly crashed down on the two, even as he managed to pry his eyes open. With clear reluctance, he raised his gaze to meet the tigress’s. They stared at each other in shock, the tiger’s tongue still against the tip of her cock. As crimson raced to his cheeks, he dropped his gaze back down. Only now did he realize his mother had cuffed her hands together behind her back, opening floodgates to thoughts that raised to his mind, one dominating all others – how far could he get in this situation before his mother could retaliate?