The Man of the House

Mary tossed and turned in her bed, a restless dream leaving her drenched in sweat as she snapped awake with a slight groan, the first few rays of the sun shining through the curtains and blinding her. The fox knew that something was wrong, her body aching and her mind unfocused, even more unfocused than she usually was in the mornings that is. She laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling as she started to feel the telltale burning fire in her loins, an insatiable need for relief slowly creeping into her mind and soul as she sighed, rubbing her hands on her temple. She knew perfectly well what heat felt like, and she knew that she was in the thick of it. Of course mother nature just had to have the absolute worst timing as well, a heat on its own just wasn't infuriating enough. Mary glanced over at the empty spot next to her in the bed, a pillow and a blanket still set on it. It hadn't been more than a few months since her husband had divorced her, leaving the vixen alone with two kits. The fresh wound of that stung enough as is, but now she had to contend with this heat all on her own as well. She thought about what exactly she could do to alleviate the problem at hand, having gotten quite used to having a husband around to help her with it. She knew from experience that her hand alone would only offer a momentary gap in the agonising itch, a proper solution requiring a male. She could try to quickly chat someone up, a female in heat was generally very sought after in the one night stand market, but where would she even start? She had been married for most of her adult life, her skills at the dating game having gotten very rusty in the meanwhile. And where would the kids go while she was busy doing the deed? The fox shook her head and buried her face into her pillow, groaning into it out of frustration. The incessant thirst for a breeding grew more and more difficult to ignore with every passing second, driving her mad as she tried to think about anything else but that, every thought eventually drifting to fantasies about being knotted and pumped full. Mary sighed, slowly slipping a hand down the front of her pyjama pants, gently caressing her clit as she let out a tiny moan. The silver lining was that it was the weekend: if she had to constantly flick the bean, at least she could do it without worrying about interruptions. That comforting prospect was shattered as she heard the voice of her youngest kid, the 5 year old Clara standing right behind the door, 
"Mooom? Are you up mommy? I want pancakes!" 
The vixen grumbled as she pulled her hand back up, staring at the ceiling for a few more moments before throwing the blanket off and staggering out of bed, 
"Yes, mommy's right here sweetheart, no need to yell." 

Matt slowly blinked as his ears perked up, his sister yelling something out in the hallway. His brain still sleepy and slow, he sat up and tried to make out the words, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Just as he was about to get up and see what Clara was after, he heard his mom opening her door, Mary going downstairs with the little kit. He collapsed back down, stretching his arms and legs as he shut his eyes once more. Matt had gotten quite used to taking care of his younger sister, the 13 year old boy needing to step up and take some more responsibilities around the house after his dad left. He tried his best to ease the burden on Mary's shoulders, the breakup between her and his dad having left her as the sole parent and breadwinner of the house. Matt tried to go back to sleep to no avail, his eyelids feeling quite heavy but his brain working overtime. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn't catch hold of the dreams anymore, feeling too restless to fall asleep again. It was an odd sensation, feeling almost on edge, his senses seemingly heightened and his heart pumping even while he was simply laying still. Though the oddest thing of all was in his underwear, the pair tenting up and his knot grinding against the band of the boxers. The boy had dealt with his fair share of morning wood, he was a teen going through puberty after all, it was almost second nature to him at this point, but this erection seemed particularly intense, the whole shaft pulsing and precum streaming down onto his thigh without him even needing to move a single finger. Though he couldn't explain it, he did know the cure to the issue, a small smirk on the cub's face as he pushed his boxers down, his dick flopping up against his belly. Grabbing the cock under the knot with one hand and slowly starting to stroke it with the other, he replayed all the usual fantasies in his head, the cutest and hottest chicks in his class all bending over and shaking their tails at him, spades and slits of all shapes and sizes staring him in the face as he panted. His toes curling and his tail whipping back and forth, Matt grunted and shot thick ropes all over his belly and chest, a few of the high pressure shots even landing directly on his muzzle, the kit punished for not aiming carefully while playing with a hair trigger. He laid completely still, only his chest raising up and down as he wheezed and panted, one hand still wrapped under his knot. He wasn't used to orgasms that vigorous, the wind almost knocked out of him. He reached over to grab a few tissues from his bedside table, wiping up the sperm from his face and belly as best he could, his cock still half hard. 

After a few moments of recovering from the breathtaking orgasm, Matt managed to wrench himself out of bed, stumbling to his dresser, his knees still a little bit wobbly. He looked at himself in the mirror, a few rogue blotches of sperm still clinging to his coat, the bluish grey coloration of his fur making it easy to spot any white stains. Cleaning the seed off, he took a moment to study his slender figure, striking blue eyes peeking out from behind his short brown hair. He had always been slightly more on the nerdier side of things, his luck in love and dating falling rather short, much to the pent up boy's dismay. While Matt and his sister were both silver foxes, Clara's fur slightly darker than his, their mother was a cross fox, a black stripe running down her back and across her shoulders, her face black as well, her fur otherwise brilliant red. He had always admired the pattern on her coat, finding the striking contrast almost mesmerising, like a burning glow across a pitch black night sky. Matt shook his head slightly, coming back to the present moment, his thoughts and memories oddly occupied with his mom. He quickly pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans, hoping that a good breakfast might be able to help him feel a bit better. He opened his bedroom door, his fur immediately standing on end, his nostrils flaring as he almost instinctively sniffed the air thick with pheromones. He couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening, an odd, almost imperceptible scent lingering around the house. It was much stronger in the hallway than it was in his room, still nearly impossible to actually pin down and recognise however, his head swivelling around as he tried to find the source. He however didn't need to know what it was for it to have an almost immediate effect on his body, the erection in his pants returning with a vengeance, his head spinning as he groaned quietly. Tucking his shaft away as best he could, the cub walked downstairs, trying not to act like anything was wrong, afraid that his mother might discover the awkward issue. With every step he descended downwards, the scent grew heavier and heavier, his mouth watering and his tail raising up alert without him even noticing. He turned the corner to the kitchen, seeing his sister sitting at the table, happily drinking a cup of apple juice. His ears twitched as he heard a noise coming from behind him, a padded footstep against the wooden floor, Matt quickly spinning around. Only a few inches away from him stood Mary, the two foxes staring at each other slightly startled, both managing to catch each other by surprise. For reasons unknown, the kit looked at her in a very new light, the words tangled and twisted in his brain as he stuttered and stammered, his maw hanging open. His gaze ran from her delectable thighs and calves, to her curvy figure, all the way up to her deep blue eyes. Mary was the one to get the first coherent words out, 
"Good morning."
"Uhh… morning!" 
"You alright honey? You look a little pale." 
"I'm fine, really! Just, uhh… need to get a bite to eat." 
He quickly turned around, joining his sister on the table, staring down at the bowl of cereal as his cheeks burned with a red glow. 

While her kits were busy chowing down on their breakfast, Mary decided to step outside into the backyard, grabbing a rake along with her. Even though her whole body was screaming for relief, she would still need to stay on top of the household chores after all. She opened the door and walked out onto the deck, taking in a deep breath of the fresh and crisp autumn air, the cool breeze feeling heavenly as she felt like she was burning up. The forest near the backyard was wreathed with the vivid fall colours, red and orange bathing the whole horizon. The grass on the backyard was likewise covered in the seasonal shades, fallen leaves piled up all along the ground, the vixen's tail shaking slightly as old memories of her scampering around in the leaves when she was younger flashed in her mind. She grabbed the rake and started tidying up the backyard, slowly gathering up the leaves into one big pile as she started getting lost in her head, trying to distract herself from the nagging sensation in her panties. Mary thought about the encounter she had just had with Matt, something obviously wrong with him. She sighed as she desperately hoped it'd be anything but her heat, though she couldn't come up with any alternative possibilities. He was in the right age range to start being affected by heats, the mother fairly certain he had started his puberty, her bottles of lotion and boxes of tissues very coincidentally starting to disappear in recent months. How would she explain what was going on to him, would she even need to do that, surely his school has gone over what a heat is by now? On the other hand, the cub didn't seem particularly calm or collected, so maybe some sort of a sit down to go over what was happening would be helpful? She had hoped that Matt's father would be the one to eventually have the talk with him, the two males being able to understand and relate to each other a bit better than she could when it came to this, but that hope had been swiftly destroyed. Mary grunted in frustration, leaning on her rake as she closed her eyes, her grunt turning into a moan as she felt a shiver travelling through her body, her legs shaking as her underwear was suddenly soaked. Her pacing around the backyard had caused her panties to rub against her sensitive canine cookie a tad too hard apparently, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, the fox doubling over as she tried to stifle the moan, her face blushed with shame as she glanced around, hoping no one saw or heard her predicament. Deciding that she'd had enough with raking for the day, she quickly set the rake down and waddled back inside, trying not to cause any more unintentional friction down in her nethers. 

With her cheeks as red as the trees outside, Mary panted in the bathroom, leaning with her back against the wall. The need for some release was starting to overpower her, the vixen's whole lower half tingling, the slightest movement sending ripples of pleasure through her spine as if she had been edging for hours and hours. She perked her ears, making sure both of her kits were still busy with their breakfast downstairs before slowly starting to undo the buttons on her pants, pulling them down and tossing them aside. She could see the outline of her lips peeking through the thin fabric of her white panties, wet enough to be almost completely see through. She pulled the pair off, strings of her juices stuck to it as she moaned as quietly as she could, letting them fall down to her ankles. Knowing the underwear was stained beyond saving, she kicked them into the laundry basket, making a mental note to do the laundry later on the day. Finishing off, she took off her shirt and bra, letting her tits fly free, her nipples perked up. Finally free of her clothes, Mary quickly dove into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her, a small trail of her honey spilled on the floor all the way from the bathroom to her room. 

Having finished his breakfast, Matt jumped off of the table, heading upstairs and leaving his sister alone. He noticed the door to his mom's room being closed, thinking it was slightly odd since it would usually remain wide open. Continuing onwards, he stepped into the bathroom to take care of the task given to him a few days ago, the boy and Mary agreeing that he'd be the one doing the laundry this week. As soon as he swung the door open, the intoxicating scent hit him like a bat to the face, Matt almost stumbling backwards from it. His sensitive canine nose twitched and his pants quickly tightened as he scanned the room, his eyes eventually locking onto the laundry basket sitting in the corner, his hands trembling slightly as he grabbed it and slowly peeked inside. On the top of the pile sat a pair of white panties, obviously his mother's, a large wet stain on the front, the scent more powerful than ever. He quickly closed the door and scooped up the underwear, carefully bringing it up to his nose as he slipped his other hand down the front of his jeans, his knot popping out of his sheath as he fondled himself. While the boy was busy playing with himself, Mary was up to similar antics in her room, the vixen lying on the bed on her back, one hand buried between her thighs as the other reached for her bedside cabinet. In the bottom drawer, buried under a few strategically placed gardening and knitting magazines, was her trusty dildo, a smooth red silicone rod. She pulled it out and brought it down to her pussy lips, replacing her fingers with the toy as she desperately pushed it in, her juices flowing enough to not need any sort of additional lubrication. She bit down on her free hand to stop herself from moaning and screaming in ecstasy, her mind blanking out and her legs tensing completely rigid. Both foxes masturbated frantically, their breath rapid and tattered, only a handful of steps and a few walls between the two. Matt could occasionally hear a few odd sounds coming from outside the bathroom, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he groaned, inhaling his mother's pheromone laden scent. His fingers glided along his shaft, milking large globs of precum from his tip, his teeth clenched tight whenever he grabbed at his knot. The pair of canines both came at almost the same exact time, Mary's thighs clamping closed with the dildo buried deep in her cunt, her clit throbbing as the bedsheets were soaked in waves of her nectar. Matt pushed the panties right up against his muzzle, opening his maw and letting his tongue run up and down along the soaked pair, tasting his parent's lust as his own underwear quickly filled up with his cum, huge shots of seed staining the front of the boxers. The cub and the vixen flopped down completely limp, out of breath and still swimming around in a horny haze, their minds slowly clearing up as they recovered from their orgasms. After coming to, the pair both furiously started cleaning up the messes they had made, Matt gently placing the panties back into the laundry pile and zipping his pants up, while Mary slipped the silicone toy back into her cabinet and desperately tried to wipe up her juices from the bed. 

The fox mother felt the weight lifting from her shoulders as she relaxed, catching her breath. She knew that the relief was temporary, it was only a matter of time until she'd be in the grips of heat once more, but for now she could almost think straight. She quickly tidied up her fur as best as she could before putting on her clothes again, digging out a new pair of underwear from her closet. As she stepped out of her room, she noticed that the washing machine was on, her eyes widening slightly and a red blush creeping on her face as she remembered how Matt was supposed to be doing the laundry, hoping that he didn't discover the mess she had made. The day proceeded fairly normally now that both canines had managed to burn off some steam, the two sharing a few awkward looks here and there, neither wanting to bring up anything that had happened so far. Eventually the sun dove down behind the treeline, the whole family sitting in the living room as Clara yawned and stretched, Mary glancing over at the clock,
"I think it's about time for you to go to bed sweetheart." 
"Moooom! I don't wanna!" 
"Come on now, you're not gonna be able to run around in the park tomorrow if you're all sleepy and tired."
Matt stood up from his seat to stretch his legs, 
"I can put her to bed if you want." 
"Alright, sounds good to me, thanks sweetie! I can put on a movie for us to watch after you're done."
"No problem mom. C'mon sis, let's go brush your teeth!" 
Mary watched and smiled as the two kits disappeared upstairs, thankful of just how well they got along together, as well as just how eagerly Matt had stepped up to help her around the house after his dad left. It had been a while since the boy and her had spent an evening together watching a movie, it used to be something they did almost every weekend, but the much busier schedule had put a stop to that. She scrolled through the selection of movies, stopping at a particularly exciting looking one, some new action movie about a heist. She leaned back on the sofa, settling in as she pressed play, Matt scampering downstairs just as the movie started. He jumped up next to her, pressing his side against hers as she giggled and wrapped a hand around his shoulder, only the light of the TV illuminating the otherwise dark living room. 

After sitting still for almost an hour straight, Mary slowly started fidgeting around, her stare unfocused as she tried to find a comfortable position, feeling the heat starting to bear down on her once more. Matt could sense it as well, the strong scent surrounding him as he slyly moved a pillow onto his lap to hide any suspicious bulges. With every passing second, the vixen could feel the pressure growing worse, her face red and her underwear starting to get soaked, her perky nipples showing through her shirt and bra. The situation only worsened as the movie suddenly turned steamy, the two main characters, a wolf and a dragoness, grinding on each other and making out, the scene cutting to them fucking. Though nothing graphic was obviously shown, it was enough to make Mary almost shiver and shake with the need to have a male inside of her, the fox's ears flat against her head as she huffed and panted. Matt didn't know whether to look away from the sex scene or to just keep staring ahead and try to ignore what was happening next to him, his head still pressed against his mother's side, hearing her rapid heartbeats. She knew that she shouldn't do it, she knew just how wrong it was, but her mind was far too warped and twisted by the heat to care much about it, she had her eyes on one male only. She glanced down at her son, the obvious attempt at hiding his boner bringing a slight smirk to her face as she slowly started massaging his shoulder with the hand she had wrapped around him, 
"Sweetie… do you know what heat is?" 
Continuing to stare forwards, Matt slightly nodded his head, scared to even move a muscle lest his pants rip right in two from the force of his cock pressing against them. Mary leaned downwards, nuzzling her cheek right against his as she whispered, 
"Do you want to help me with it?" 
"I… I shouldn't… you're my mom, and…" 
"You shouldn't need to do a lot of things, but your dad left a big burden on your shoulders. You're the man of this house, I think you should enjoy some of the benefits as well, right?" 
She could see the boy's barriers slowly breaking down, her hand slowly sliding down to his chest, rubbing and petting as he finally nodded, throwing aside the pillow and revealing the large bump in his pants, Mary moaning into his ear, 
"Good~" 

The vixen allowed her hand to wander to her son's crotch, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans as both foxes panted, the air filled with intoxicating pheromones. Opening his fly and pulling down his boxers, she finally laid eyes on his throbbing canine cock, his knot fully out of his sheath, a trail of precum flowing down from the tip to the base, glistening in the low lighting. She gently grasped it, eliciting a tiny gasp from Matt as her soft fingers slid down the length of his shaft, applying just barely enough pressure for him to feel it, but not enough push him over the edge. Mary revelled at the feel of the dick and the manly musk of it, impressed at how big he was for his age, 
"Oh my… you're almost as big as your daddy is~" 
The boy sat still, unsure of how exactly he should react to his own mother groping his junk and talking dirty to him, his tail wagging fiercely behind his back. Mary took a firm grasp on the red rocket, slowly starting to stroke it, making sure to give the entire length some loving attention as she moaned, her own loins on fire with the need for some handiwork. With one hand busy with her kit, she pushed her free hand down into her own panties, her fingers quickly finding her canine pussy. She pushed two digits knuckle deep into the hungry slit, moaning and shivering in pleasure as she masturbated both herself and the boy. 

Neither of the two foxes were paying any attention to the movie playing in the background any longer, both far too busy moaning and whimpering in the throes of heat. Not content with just her own fingers, Mary yanked off her pants and underwear, the fur on her crotch and thighs thoroughly soaked in her juices. She fell backwards onto the sofa, throwing one leg up onto the backrest and the other leg down on the floor, her thighs spread wide open and her spade deliciously on display, two fingers spreading the lips open, giving Matt a peek at the pink insides, a constant flow of her honey spilling out. The cub was slightly overwhelmed at the sight, his only prior experience with females being the ones found on the other side of a computer screen, nevermind the fact that this particular woman just so happened to also be his mom. Sensing his slight anxiousness, Mary guided her with a warm and motherly tone, a deep undertone of perverted lust in her voice, 
"Go on honey, no need to worry about making mistakes. You're a male, and every man instinctively knows what he should be doing in a situation like this~"
Taking a deep breath, the kit laid down on his back, scooting forwards until his face was buried between her legs, his muzzle resting right against her pussy, the scent driving him wild. Tossing all worries and inhibitions to the wind, he dove down into the fortune cookie, pushing his lips against the slit and thrusting his tongue inside, slurping and licking like his life depended on it. Mary let out a loud and long moan, throwing her head back, her hands squeezing and playing with her tits as she enjoyed her boy's maw, his tongue reaching all the right spots and scratching all the itches that her fingers couldn't. 

Needing more than just a good session of being eaten out to truly ease her heat, Mary pulled her son's muzzle out of her cunt, Matt looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and disappointment for being stopped from enjoying his meal. Taking a few moments to catch her breath and regain her composure before being able to talk, she grinned as she looked down at him, her striking blue eyes on fire with lust, 
"I want you in me honey. Take me, right now! Breed me!" 
Not needing to be told twice, Matt quickly crawled on top of his mother, panting hard as he grabbed his dick, aiming the stiff rod at her entrance, his hands shaking with anticipation. Thrusting inside, he was overcome with the intense heat and the incredibly soft texture of her walls, the tight passage immediately squeezing down on him, wasting no time with milking him for what she needed to quench her heat. Both foxes moaned and howled, the young boy's hips hammering into her crotch as he started fucking her, a huge wet stain spreading on the sofa as Mary grabbed him in a hug with both hands. His knot was on the verge of pushing inside with every thrust, her spade stretching a tiny bit wider every single time, her lips kissing the bulbous and sensitive knot. Completely lost in the moment, the vixen screamed as he hammered her cunt, 
"Oh yes, yes, yes! Breed me, fuck me harder, please!"
Hearing his own mother pleading him to screw her harder was the final push to send Matt over the edge, his balls pulsating as he could feel the imminent release quickly building up, too late to stop it,
"Mom! I'm gonna…" 
"Mmh, don't pull out! Cum inside of me!" 
One final thrust was enough to drive the cub's knot inside of Mary's canine pussy, her walls stretched out as it popped inside, her vision almost blacking out from sensory overload as she could feel his rod twitching deep in her, pumping shot after shot of young seed into her womb. Her slit gripped tightly around his knot as she let out a high pitched trill, her voice shaky as she came alongside her kid, a mixture of her juices and his cum seeping out from between his cock and her lips. The two stayed tied together as Matt collapsed on top of her, completely out of breath. She simply smiled down at him, gingerly petting his head as she kissed him on the muzzle, 
"Thank you so much honey~" 
Too drained to even answer back, the kit could do nothing except moan, his dick still unloading his sperm into her. Mary's warm and soft lap forced his eyes closed, the boy soon drifting to sleep as she purred with joy, her womb filled up and her heat subsiding, at least for a few hours.