In a middle-class household, a son's mother just came home from work to hear the sounds of what is very clearly sex coming from the rooms above. She has no husband-- he's been missing in action for quite some time-- and the only people who should be home are her kid and his Digimon pet, whom he only became acquainted with a couple of months ago.

What's a mother to do, but to investigate?

In the bedroom upstairs, the young D'orca, a pre-teen red and black orca boy whose namesake matches his species, is locked in rhythmical, sensual passion with Guilmon, his pet-- though it would be more prudent at this point to call him his lover. Spread-eagled on his back, D'orca's hands furiously jerk and masturbate two of his four cocks, each palm gripped firmly around the two closest girthy young cocks, while the other two are loosely pushed and squeezed by Guilmon's clawed digits, his clumsiness and awkward grip doing their best to jerk him off. Of course, there's only one reason the young Orca is splayed on his back; his Guilmon is angled and pressed into him, his lengthy Digicock presses as deep as D'orca's cub body will allow, and the Digimon jackhammers and pounds with reckless abandon-- from the look on his face, it's clear that Guilmon is wrapped up in the pleasure of it all, and doesn't quite register anything else beyond his own pumping hips and hands.

There's a particularly good reason for this, and the culprit sits on the end table, its display quiet and silent. It was just some time ago that the Digivice had been placed in D'orca's care, and with it, he was meant to escape to the digital world...or he should have, had he not figured out how to unlock the developer tools. It had been some time since then, and he'd worked out the kinks of some of the more intricate features he'd been taking advantage of, namely the memory wiping that Guilmon had been subject to as D'orca's whim.

"D'orcamon, Guilmon feel good, feel tingly...hah...!" Previously, every wipe had erased all knowledge of what D'orca had done to him, effectively rewinding his 'virginity', but over time D'orca figured out how to make it wipe away only the physical knowledge, but not the mental-- effectively, he could make Guilmon's body forget his first time, yet still remember it. Even at that moment, Guilmon was experiencing what felt like the first delicious orgasm of his life, but he knew he'd had so many more before. He was addicted to it, to being controlled; he was aware of his master's use of the Digivice, and he chased how the highs of his pleasure made him feel. D'orca didn't really understand Guilmon's feelings himself; for him, it's pure, blissful sex with a hot pet.

"Nngh..." Guilmon started to pick up speed, his hips relentlessly pounding as his eyes glazed over with sheer, unbridled pleasure. "Guilmon feel good...Guilmon's penis feels tingly...ooh, something's coming, D'orcamon! Something...!"

A strangled half-cry, half-whimper escaped Guilmon's maw as he plunged deep, and that thick, turgid mass twitched and throbbed in D'orca's ass, probing his pre-teen prostate. The pressure of it, combined with the sudden warmth that flooded his hole alongside the squelching noises of squirting cum, caused the orca to fling his head back, where it hung from off the edge of his bed as his hands wildly pumped his throbbing cocks.

He closed his eyes to relish the sensations, but after a few moments, he peeked them open...only to come face to face with the upside-down form of his mother, standing in the doorway.

She didn't know what she was expecting. It was obvious as she went up the stairs, obvious when she walked down the hallway and heard the Guilmon's pleasured gasps, but it was all but confirmed when she stood in the doorway and saw them at it.

"What the fuck?" She mumbled, and her son stammered something as a shaky groan escaped him. At that moment, he climaxed; thick spurts of virile pre-teen cum shot from the end of his member, splattering in thick globs across his front, oozing down to his jackhammering fingers, and as she tried to push his hands up to cover himself, the cum arced upwards to splash against his naked black and red chest and trickle onto his stomach. The Digimon didn't seem to understand the importance of hiding himself and continued to jerk him off, causing the boy to shudder and tremble, as the telltale squelching of his Digicock throbbing in that tight hole was one of the most prominent things the orca's mother could hear.

"M-Mooom, it's not, haah--" He tried to explain himself, tried to argue, but his words were cut off by a gasp and another groan as the last remnants of his orgasm shot through him, a final glob dribbling from his lengths, his hands clumsily dragging back the foreskin, Guilmon's own palms pushing them down, smearing cum just about everywhere. Nothing could explain what was happening to him, or could explain why he saw his mother's hand start to delve, not to a purse, or a bag, or even a pocket...but to the very front of her clothes, against the front of her crotch. Her fingers were placed purposefully, pushed with pressure, and her lips parted with a quiet sigh.

It's something about the combination of everything that's turning her on. The intermingling smell of sex, sweat, and cum in the air, the snarling and grunting of a carnally-driven Digimon, a creature with nothing but a need to fuck, a feeling so animalistic and arousing...and to top it all off, her son's virility, his eagerness, his manhoods...he could as potent as his father, perhaps even more so. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt so turned on, so moved...she felt remarkably young again at that moment, with all that pent-up lust-- lust her son was invoking. The solution to all those lonely nights she had since his father left was right in front of her the whole time.

"I-It's not...!" D'orca scrambled in a desperate attempt to cover himself up as, with a shudder, Guilmon slipped out of him, tugging back and withdrawing from his young hole. As the pre-teen tried to grab his blanket covers to try and hide what had obviously happened, the Digimon moved to swing his legs around and sit on the front of the bed-- his movements were quick and rapid, and his member swung around with his heaving body, right as it twitched in the aftermath of his eager climax. A stray string of cum flung through the air across the room and somehow managed to generate enough momentum to cross the gap between the bed and D'orca's mom-- to her own surprise, and her son's jealousy, that stray strand splatted lewdly across her stomach and forearm. She stared down at it in wonder for a moment before raising her eyes to her son, moving her hand from her crotch to put it on her hip.

"Not what? Because it sure looked like your pet was fucking you, son." She remarked, so on the nose and vulgarly that her son's eyes bulged at the retort. The orca cub moved into a position up near the head of his back and awkwardly averted his eyes like a boy being scolded as his Guilmon turned from the woman to climb back up onto the bed. In typical affectionate fashion, the Digimon moved up to the boy's side and cuddled against him, his tail wagging fervently at the moment as his cock, still achingly rock hard, bounced up and down against the orca's leg. Even his mom is stunned by the length of it; this is her first time seeing it, and she can't get over his long and thick it is.

"It felt really good when I squirted, D'orcamon, just like you said!" The Guilmon babbles shamelessly, right in front of the boy's mother. "But you said it'd go down by now! Can we do it again? I wanna do it again until it goes down, D'orcamon!"

D'orca's mother suppressed the chuckle that threatened to escape her lips as her son bowed his head and squirmed uncomfortable from Guilmon's words, too embarrassed to lift his head to even look at his mom-- she couldn't blame him, though; what kind of kid would want their parent to walk in on them having sex, or doing anything intimate, for that matter? Yet, at that moment, she felt compelled to move toward him, striding across the room until she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands as she smirked over at him.

"So this is why I've had to wash your sheets more often, huh? Coz of your fire hydrant pet over here...and you." She chuckled, lidding her gaze over at her son, and D'orca spluttered his rebuttal as she slipped in closer, reaching out her hand. She placed it on his knee and he hesitated, unsure what she was doing, before he completely stiffened as her fingers danced down his inner thigh, tossing the blankets out of the way so that her hand could wrap around one of his four cocks, giving it a squeeze. It was sticky, and her touch was enough to elicit a bed of spent cum from his orgasm from the tip, which oozed out and threatened to touch her fingers. She gave it a pump or two before she pulled her hand back, moving to the Guilmon instead, wrapping her fingers around his impressively long length-- it must be 11 or 12 inches, maybe more, but she didn't have much of a frame of reference to measure. She watched as the Digimon eagerly humped against her grip, sticking out his tongue and loudly half-panting, half-moaning his pleasure. Unlike D'orca, he didn't care why she was there.

"You should do what your pet says," She remarked, moving her gaze from the Digimon's face to her son's own, who looked up at her with wide eyes. "After all, your dad told you to take care of him...and I think it's time you took care of me too."

Her hand withdrew from the Guilmon's cock and drifted back over to hers, where she trailed her fingers across his four members, touching and groping each one in turn. Over time, her son became more and more receptive to her touch, his once rigid knees that blocked a great deal of access slowly softening and lowering as he pushed his ankles out, until he inevitably spread his legs more to show himself off, a sheepish grin spreading across his face-- he never thought this would be how his weekend was going to go.

His mother doesn't want to admit it, but she is a little disappointed; her son isn't nearly as well-endowed as his father, who sports a similar amount but much lengthier cocks with much more flexibility than the rigid shafts before her, but there's no denying how thick they are, as virile as any adult man-- if he was already so delightfully hung now, she was looking forward to how big he might be when he was older.

Beside the two of them, Guilmon whined, in a mixture of jealousy and desperation. The older orca could see why; as she cast her gaze down, the Digimon's cock throbbed and bounced wildly up and down, glistening with slowly drying bodily fluids, the tip leaking eager dribbles of pre-cum-- he was undeniably horny, and unlike her son, he was quite a bit longer. If there was anything that could properly reach the depths of her cavernous pussy, stretched and used through both her own methods and D'orca's absent father, it was a cock of that length.

With some silent nods and tugs of encouragement, D'orca's mom manhandled the two of them, moving them into a much more reasonable position for what she wanted; for her son, she had him climb up onto his own Digimon, but when he turned to face the Guilmon for himself, she stopped him and had him lay atop him more purposefully, as if the Digimon were a bed of his own making. The boy looked confused, but he didn't question what his mom wanted, instead watching as she spread the Guilmon's legs and grabbed onto his needy cock, positioning it upwards. D'orca'a young balls squished and spread to make room for the Digimon's cock that slipped between them, and the length of Guilmon's member lined up almost perfectly with D'orca's quad, forming a messy collection of five dicks as the female orca moved her hands to fumbled them around, stroking them and watching the way they squirmed with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, from different eager boys.

She licked her lips at the sight, running her eyes up and down before stepping back, and D'orca had to watch as his mother started to undress before his eyes; she yanked her T-shirt over her head, where it snagged around her ample bosom before eventually popping free, and her sizeable breasts jiggled freely from the lack of a bra, perky and round, as she slipped the top past her head and dropped it to the floor in a showy display, her eyes fixed to them. Her hands drifted down, thumbs tucking into the waistband of her slim jeans, and with a tug they passed her voluptuous, womanly hips, slipping to her thighs with an accompanying shimmy. She smirked when the two males in front of her gawked at the sight, and how could they not? She was a finely sculpted mother, with larger-than-average tits, curvaceous hips and, when her hands deigned to pull down her underwear, a loose but silky smooth and inviting cunt. She kicked her pants and panties from her person, sleek white laced underwear crumpling atop the pile of clothes already on the floor, and with lidded eyes she climbed up onto the bed before them, fully intending on taking things to the next level.

"W-Wait, mom..." D'orca protested, his tone unsure, his teeth gritted as she moved into a position above them. Nothing could stop the boy's eyes from trailing down, and he stared directly at her rounded entrance, her moist, glistening folds, as she positioned herself above their cocks, hovering with deliberate intent. With one hand she manhandled their members, squishing them together, and with the other hand, she placed on her boy's chest, making sure he stayed dutifully still as she began to descend. There was a degree of suspension and bated breath as her moist, slippery entrance smeared across the heads of their lengths, rubbing against flesh and skin. She pushed down, kneading and pressing, making them deliberately squirm, and beneath the young orca, Guilmon pushed his hips up, trying desperately to spearhead his cock above the rest of the 'pack', eager to delve into her warmth. It was the first time he was ever going to fuck a pussy, and it was the same for D'orca too-- though neither of them expected it to be her.

With a firm push, she began to sink onto them, her entrance stretching to accommodate a thick Digidick and multiple pubescent young cocks, all squished neatly together. Beneath her, D'orca writhed, putting up some resistance as he awkwardly shifted and uncomfortable squirmed, wriggling atop the Digimon's body-- Guilmon, in comparison, looked positively overwhelmed, his eyes utterly lidded over and his mouth hanging agape as he tried to push his hips up and close the distance between their hips, though could only manage half an inch or so of movement before he couldn't get any closer. He whined with desperate eagerness and the older orca huffed, pushed her hips down, intent on giving him exactly what he wanted...for she wanted it too.

"Mom--" D'orca tried to protest again, but she merely silenced him with a soothing shush, her hand moving up his naked chest towards his chin, where she placed a finger directly over his lips, quietening his complaints-- he didn't protest too much after that and relented into letting her do what she wanted, predominantly because the pleasure was too much, and her dominant personality was easily making him submit. She rode them with short and methodical movements, her hips rhythmically rolling, lifting and pushing down on their combined members and delightful spasms of pleasure shot through her, causing the warm, moist canal of her cunt to clench and squeeze around their cocks. Guilmon tried desperately to keep pushing up and was huffing like a wild animal, spit dribbling down his chin a little as he huffed with eager fervency, desperate to push, to ram his hips up into her...but the weight of her son's body and her own sensual movements kept him from going too far, which both seemed to delight and frustrate him.

D'orca quietly started to groan, becoming more intense over time as she rode him, and she could tell he was nearing his climax-- despite all the supposed sex he'd been having, since she surmised this wasn't their first time, he still had a hair trigger for new experiences. Just the thought of him cumming inside her made her dizzy with need, but she had much more restraint than a pubescent boy; as he started to mumble for her, muttering 'mom' every so often as his hands reached out to touch her smooth skin, she started to slow, deliberately kneading her crotch down against their cocks. She felt them throb and twitch inside her, like they were trying to invade and squirm inside her innards, and she rolled her hips around in a circular motion, delighting in the way it made them squirm and huff their desire. She rose up again with a slick, wet noise of their combined bodily fluids, before she rammed down again, starting to pick up the pace, beginning to rise and fall with a more moderate rhythm.

Watching the way her son's face twisted and contorted before her eyes made her eager to see what his expression might look like when he finally cums, but the more interesting expression was that of the Guilmon, whose gaze was fixed on her body, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated. He looked like a ravenous creature who would love nothing more than to pin her down and breed her, and it showed in the way his arms wrapped eagerly around D'orca, holding onto him for dear life as his cock was milked by her squeezing flesh. The quicker she moved, the more the Digimon seemed to pant, and his energy was something she craved, something she wanted to see pushed to its limits.

"M-Mom, I'm...I'm..." D'orca writhed, trying to push his hips up into her as Guilmon greedily tried to make use of the space the boy was creating. "I'm close...!"

At those words, his mother pressed down, pushing the full weight of her body onto theirs as she placed both hands on her son's chest, watching as he wheezed and sucked in a breath from the pressure. She drifted a hand up to her chest and groped one of her ample breasts, a finger playing around the perky nub of her nipple, as she relaxed and refused to move, deliberately clenching her muscles to periodically squeeze around their cocks. Despite her lack of movement, she could feel the Guilmon nudging the half-inch he managed inside her over and over, trying to move as fast as his body would allow, but it wasn't nearly enough for D'orca to get off. The young boy grunted, trying to thrust into her, and he whined his protest as she edged him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Fluids spurt within her, tiny dribbles of pre-cum lubing up her already slippery insides, and with a sly smile she leaned forward, nearing her son's face.

"You know..." She began. "It'd be so hot if you acted like your pet did...I want to have your first orgasm. Can you do that for me, sweetie?"

D'orca understood pretty quickly what she was suggesting as a whine escaped his mouth, followed by an insatiable trembling. His eyes snapped from her chest down to her stretched pussy and then up to her face, his hands weakly gripping around her voluptuous hips, his breathing hot and heavy. He jiggled with every little hump of the greedy Guilmon beneath him, and his mouth grew dry at the thought of leaning into her roleplay-- it turned him on too, inexplicably so.

"M-My penises feel so good inside you, mommy..." He widened his eyes with faux shock, playing pretend. "But...I'm glad you stopped, it felt like I was gonna pee...I need to use the bathroom, Mom...!"

Just the act of him playing innocent was enough to make her almost climax on the spot; the innocence, and her taking of it, sent intoxicating shocks up her spine, and nothing could stop her from quickly lifting up and slamming down both, eliciting a whimper and growl from her son and the Digmon respectively. She moved back into rhythm, but this time she was faster, more ravenous, driven by her own carnal desire. Her hips slammed and rose, pumping and bouncing on their combined lengths as she huffed, her mouth again, his eyes lidded over.

"That's it, son-- let it out. Come on, let it out!" She cried out, delighting when his moans grew louder from her encouragement. "Cum for me, Kraken!"

"H-Hah, I'm...I'm peeing...! It's coming out!" In sequence, his four cocks pumped and squirted, shooting one after the other as thick, ample globs of pre-teen cum shot deep into her. Each spurt splattered around her insides, coated Guilmon's cock, and oozed down to slicken up his own shafts with his seed as she milked rope after rope from him. The sensation of his climax, and the sheer heat of his ample load, brought her to the brink and past the point of no return. She shuddered atop him and quickly, harshly orgasmed, her innards clamping around his cock and squeezing like a vice, encouraging every last dribble and twitch from his throbbing lengths, desperate for every ounce of cum he was willing to provide-- she wanted to feel it all.

"Squirting, squirt, squirt! Penis s-squirt...ing...!" The Digimon snarled and huffed, pushing up with as much ferocious desperation as he could. Her squeezing and D'orca's pulsing warmth had encouraged a chain reaction through to the eager Guilmon who, in the run-up to his own orgasm, sought to take everything he could. His tail lashed and thumped against the bed as he tried desperately to bury his cock deeper, but he could only go so far before D'orca's body got in the way...and yet, it was enough. With a restrained growl and tightly gritting teeth, Guilmon nudged and pumped until he suddenly and abruptly sighed and collapsed, his body melting into the bed as his cock wildly spasmed in the woman's cunt. Another hot shot of warmth flooded her stomach, mixing with her son's own, and in that moment she was positively sure one of them was going to impregnate her. Each voluminous pump made her body quake with pleasure, each spurt and throb all but cementing her thoughts. 

She looked down at the two of them, their expressions picturesque, but so fundamentally different; the Guilmon was in heaven, his head rolled back, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open...but D'orca looked concerned, and then very quickly frightened-- she quickly understood he was realizing he might have actually gotten her pregnant...something that boys his age should never have to think about. His expression was amusing, at least to her, but she could tell from the way he shifted from worried to embarrassed that it was a turn-on for him; in fact, his cocks started to wildly throb inside her again shortly after it dawned on him, and with his gripping hands he squeezed and pushed up into her, fighting through his sensitivity. She sucked in a breath in surprise and watched with lidded eyes as he started to pump up into her again, re-stimulating himself, making her womanly body jiggle with his thrusts until...warmth flooded her again, and her earholes listened to the gooey squelch and splatter of cum seeping from her stretched cunt. Her stomach twisted with desire and aching need; for him to get hard, fuck her, and cum again just from the thought of impregnating her, was enough to drive her wild. It was the kind of thing his father would be turned on by.

His mother settled there for a moment and relished the feeling of being so delightfully filled, cum oozing down her flesh, seeping onto their crotches, dripping onto the bed...it was a messy concoction, but one she welcomed. After a few minutes, enough for everyone to loosely recuperate, she began to lift her body, the telltale squelch of cum and fluids making her shudder as he pried herself off those cocks, inevitably lifting off them completely with a sickening squelch. Cum readily dripped from her as she rose, and she could tell from how empty she felt in the aftermath that they had remained hard inside her, and were probably hard still, especially as she showed off the mess they made. She hovered there for a moment, letting them take in the sight of it, before she shuffled forward and scooted her knees across the bed, getting closer to her son's face.

"Such a good boy..." She murmured. "Why don't you show me how that little device of yours works whilst you clean me up?"

D'orca looked up at his mother, then back down to her pussy, watching as the fluids dribbled from her entrance. With a flushed expression, he leaned to the side, reaching for the device sitting on his end table, and he lifted it up to show it to her as he moved his head toward her crotch. She took it from him and watched as he dragged his finger to scroll the screen down, pointing to an option right at the very bottom within the menu of developer tools. He silently jabbed a finger directly against the option labeled 'Reset Digimon', and when he pressed it, a notice flashed up on screen to warn what the 'reset' might do. She didn't say anything, for it was part of the ploy, but she did reach a hand down to place it on his head, directing him towards her crotch. At the same time, D'orca moved his own hands between her legs, so that he could grab onto two of his four cocks, the Guilmon's member still eagerly twitching between them. He began to squeeze and stroke them both as his lips inched to her pussy, whilst she wordlessly read what was on screen.

She might be his mother, but that didn't mean she wasn't tech-savvy. She understood all too well from her son's silent explanation what that little feature would supposedly do to the Digimon before her, and with hesitation she pressed it. In an instant, the Guilmon slumped, rolling his head back as, for a fraction of a moment, he went entirely limp, and his cock sagged for a moment and shrank into the confines of its sheath, albeit slowly. At the same time, D'orca's lips met his mother's pussy, and in his mind, he wished he could have been reset in the same way as Guilmon just had, so he too could experience the feeling of losing his virginity to his mom-- it was his lust-addled brain that craved such a thing. His tongue worked around her slippy entrance, his appendage working up and down as he tasted the combined salty concoction of his and the Guilmon's load, combined with the fluids of his mother's arousal. As she clenched to let him taste more of it, it readily oozed from her with her squeezing, and he slurped, dragging his tongue from the bottom to the top to make sure to catch all of it. His hands worked hungrily on his own cocks, pumping each humanoid length up and down as the other two bounced with the beating of his combined heart and desire, desperate to be touched.

"Wha...Mommy...? D'Orcamon? What's...what's happening?" Guilmon started to mumble, stunned by what was happening before him, and when his nostrils flared to the scent of their sex, and his eyes focused on what D'orca was doing to his own mother, eager desire started to course through him, and his sheath started to stir. Beneath their writing bodies and the young orca's pumping hands, the Digimon's cock swung upwards and pulsed, throbbing with desperate, virgin need-- like always, with his memory wiped, the lust he experienced was altogether new and intoxicating. He huffed and snarled, hands curling around D'orca's body as he humped up against the boy's turgid cocks, stimulating himself with just the lightest of touch.

If there was one thing that D'orca's mom wanted at that moment, it was to see how deep her son's pet could go inside her, but when she leaned back to withdraw from her son's mouth, the boy whined his complaints, leaning his head back towards her. He looked up at her with innocent eyes, blinking up at her as his tongue desperately wiggled in circles around her stretched entrance, trying to prove he was enough to please her, and it was hard for her to deny such a cute face. It was clear what he wanted, and how could a mother say no? Her eyes traveled up for a moment and settled upon the sleek little blowhole atop her son's head, and an idea started to form in her mind as she stroked the top of his head with a soothing hand, encouraging him to keep going.

"Mommy has an idea for the two of you...but you look uncomfortable, sweetie. Why don't you get up, and I'll show you something really special to help with that predicament you have?" She moved her hand from D'orca's head to the Guilmon's chin, and smirked when the Digimon instinctively placed his head in her awaiting hand, purring slightly when she dragged her fingers against his scales, lightly scratching him. At her request, he obediently obliged, and D'orca had to pull back and grunt, reaching up to clasp onto his mother's thighs instead of his own cock as the Guilmon wriggling out from beneath the boy, shuddering with pleasure when his cock got caught under D'orca's boyish behind. Eventually, however, a new position was formed; D'orca and his mother were effectively in the same spot as before, but the Guilmon stood over them, tall enough to come face to face with the older orca if he wanted, but with his crotch positioned neatly over the younger one's head. He huffed and shuddered on the spot, claws digging into the bed, as he tried to fight through the sensations of his body's first arousal-- it was clear to the woman that he was struggling, and as she reached out to curl a hand around his cock, she smiled, eyes wide, when he bucked into her hand. It was at that moment that she was sure of the Digivice's power, but more than that, she was eager to explore new things with him, so much so that her innards quivered and her pussy flexed against D'orca's tongue. He felt it and tried to press his appendage deeper, finding resistance in the way she clenched and squeezed his tongue in response.

"See this?" She encouraged the Digimon, titling the tip of his wedged cock down until it trailed around the little blowhole atop D'orca's head. "Doesn't it look so inviting? If you put your penis in here, it'll feel so good..."

"G-Good?" The Guilmon snarled, and didn't need much more than those words; he angled himself, his large clawed hands moving down to cup around the boy's head, and his wedged red tip smeared around a similar red entrance, rubbing and grinding atop D'orca's head, and with the female's aid, the tip slipped around the hole. D'orca felt a snug discomfort as the tip stretched that entrance-- it was effectively his nostril and that he used to breathe when his mouth wasn't open, so to have it so snugly plugged by Guilmon's cock felt weird and uncomfortable, but not entirely bad. It slid down quickly as the Digimon huffed, a pop indicating that the wedged end had passed the threshold, until D'orca could feel it started to poke out into his actual mouth, brushing along his tongue and leaving an oozing trail of pre-cum against his tastebuds.

"T-Tight...hah, tight..." Guilmon mumbled, groaning and squirming in his standing position. "Penis-thing feels good, D'orcamon..."

His mother licked her lips at the sight as that cock pushed and dragged along the length of her son's tongue more and more until it passed the precipice of his lips and followed through into the woman's pussy in earnest, starting to slip inside. She caught sight of it, for just a moment, and rapturous pleasure ripped through her as she cupped her hands around the Digimon's own, holding her son's head at the same time as she cried out with pleasure. Fluids dribbled from her, still a mixture of their cum and her fluids, but the juices she provided began to outweigh theirs the more turned-on she became. For the eager Digimon, it was a dizzying sensation, the heated warmth and snugness at one end and the messy, sloppy heat at the other, both of them stimulating him and causing him to instinctively ram his hips forward for a single, sharp thrust, more or less hilting to the base of his sheath as his member sailed into her. Beneath him, D'orca let out a kind of squeak, his eyes watering from being so firmly plugged, but it wasn't out of pain but more of an acute discomfort from something he wasn't entirely used to-- it was like he wanted to sneeze, badly. He continued to try and lick despite that, his tongue slobbering and smearing around inside her as his tongue framed the Guilmon's cock. 

"Oh, oh my...don't stop for anything, you two, you hear me?" She panted out, raising her head to lean in close to the Digimon's face, humming her approval. "There's a good boy, Guilmon...don't hold back, your master can take it. Fuck him with all your might."

"Fuck...? Fuck...mmh..." The Digimon didn't understand at first and repeated the word, but he seemed to catch on quickly-- he slid his hips back, muttering under his breath about his penis, about that tingling feeling, babbling D'orca's and 'mommy's' name, and his cock reached a halfway point in that blowhole before he plunged down with reckless abandon, thrusting until he hilted to his scaly sheath again. He cried out, the noise a breathy mix of a groan and a sigh, before he tugged back and pumped down again, eliciting another warbling whine from D'orca's muzzle...but like the Digimon, he didn't pull away. Despite the minor complaints, his cocks still twitched madly, his desire at its peak. Pre-cum dripped down his cocks, pooled against his balls, and he grasped onto his mom's thighs for dear life as he became the gateway between the Digimon and his mother's pussy.

It didn't take long for the digital creature made flesh to pick up speed, his slow yet hard thrusts growing faster and faster until they quickly reached a rapid and eager pace, the room filled with the squelching sounds of his pre-cum-slick cock fucking that hole and plunging deep into the woman's pussy, as fast as it would allow. He tries his best to press it deep with each thrust as his tail thumps and swings around the bed, hitting the headboard and occasionally smacking D'orca in the side and his mother in the hip by extension, and for a while she let him do as he like, her hands curled around the back of the Digimon's own, her pussy wet with pleasure, squeezing with all the ferociousness she could muster, her muscles rigid and firm with her nearing climax until she impatiently grabbed the tail right as it smacked to her side. With a grunt, she stuffed it down and underneath her son's outermost leg on that side.

"It'll feel even better if you put that tail to good use, and stick it up your master's butt." She suggested with a giggle, and the Digimon had no reason to argue with her-- after all, in his mind, she hadn't been wrong so far. With a grunt, he wriggled his tail beneath D'orca's behind, trying to find his mark, and the boy looked awkwardly up at his mom through Guilmon's hands and thrusting body, his eyes widened when the tip inevitably found his already used behind and pushed, easily slipping inside thanks to the cum already in there from being caught right at the beginning of everything. It pressed deep and rammed in a few inches, causing the cub to tremor, his members wildly bouncing in unison as that thick tail squirmed around his prostate. It was awkward for him to even sit on it, but he did his best and had to shift and adjust his way so that he could do so, cock and bending one leg to give Guilmon access.

"Hah, mmh, Guilmon...Mmh..." After a few moments, the Digimon's thrusts started to slow as concern crossed his face. "Guilmon feel funny...different..."

At the base of his turgid length, a swelling began to form, bulging and pumping to life as Guilmon's thrusts halted completely to examine the new change. D'orca's mother didn't necessarily initiate it on the app, but she knew what it was as soon as she laid her eyes upon it; there was no mistaking the glistening bulbousness of a knot. It throbbed and pulsed with need all on its own, casually inflating and beating in time with the Digimon's hammering heart, reaching a fairly modest peak that made the flesh at the base of his member uniformly round and thick, a striking contrast to the snug hole he was already embedded in.

"D...D'orca mommy...my penis thingy has a...a balloon!" Guilmon raised his head in fear to stare at her, wide-eyed. "It felt like it was going to pop...am I going too hard, D'orca mommy? I don't want to hurt my penis, it feels so good..."

"Don't worry. It won't hurt, and you'll feel really good, I promise you," She lifted a hand to cup his chin and he instinctively leaned into it, enjoying the touch. "Push as hard as you can. Try to get it in!"

D'orca looked up at his mom in complete shock, but he didn't pull away; everything in his body, despite the unease, made him want to hold on, to taste and enjoy her, to feel it all. At her request, the Digimon slid back, positioning himself appropriately and steadying his feet on the bed, before he abruptly slammed down, with little to no warning. The knot rammed against D'orca's head and the boy let out a muffled cry, this time of obvious pain. He winced and sucked in a breath through his mouth as the cock withdrew, before the Guilmon rammed down again, the turgid flesh stretching his blowhole, forcing it to bend open, to accommodate such a thick, bulbous base. D'orca mumbled something incoherent, though it sounded like a no, and he didn't get much chance to mentally prepare before the Digimon lifted up again, ready himself. His mother grabbed onto D'orca's head to hold him as with a third and final thrust, accompanied by another yelp of discomfort from the cub and a cry from the Guilmon's mouth, a sickening pop bounced around the room, followed by a wet, worrying squelch as the knot slipped into that blowhole and cut off the boy's sinuses.

It was so turgid and thick that D'orca could barely breathe around it; it clogged up the roof of his mouth and plunged down against his tongue, bending the cock and his mouth awkwardly in a way that somehow still allowed his Guilmon to spear through into his mother's pussy. There was only a tiny bead of space for him to breath in shallow gulps as the knot stayed firm to his mouth, stuck within the confines of his sinus and blowhole, the Digimon's cock throbbing powerfully in that pussy and by extension the squeezing cunt. Her flesh gripped every aching inch of his member, milked and squeezed with all her might as she rocked through the throes of her passion. Was she cumming, or just enjoying it too much? It was impossible to tell. At the same time, that tail still rammed and pressed into D'orca's ass, rubbing his prostate, stimulating him in ways he wasn't expecting as a whole new experience opened up before him, sending sparks of new sensations down his spine and through his body.

Just the act of his knot popping into the boy's hole was enough to set the Guilmon off; pleasure overtook him, and his wiped memory made that feeling all the more intense. The tautness of the blowhole's outer ring gripped onto the tiny gap between his knot and his sheath, stimulating his cock in the way it might any creature with a knot, and the warmth that enveloped his flesh and rubbed every inch of his member, cunt and mouth flesh combined, made him dizzy with need. He huffed and panted as his teeth gritted, fangs grating against one-another, and with a push he forced D'orca's mouth closer to his mother's pussy, pressing with such force that the older orca was sure the wedged end of his member was poking something much deeper in her than anticipated, something that brought a wave of pleasure she hadn't experienced since the last time she'd seen D'orca's father. She was beginning to worry if she'd made a mistake encouraging him...

"Hah...my penis, it, it...!" The Guilmon started to huff with greater intensity, rocking his hips, growling with insatiable lust. "It won't stop, it won't, mmh...Guilmon goin-- Guilmon gon'...gon'...explode...!" 

His voice grew louder and louder as he neared something dangerous and exciting, and within him, a heat spread across his loins, with such fiery intensity that his legs practically lost all their strength and he had to push to keep himself standing. His cock throbbed with an almighty power, his knot swelling and pumping just a single time before a flood of heat and cum shot straight through his length, blasting out the end of his member in thick, gloopy ropes. D'orca's mom threw her head back and cried out with pleasure-- she wasn't sure if she'd cum before, but she was certain she was cumming now; her innards rhythmically flexed around his climaxing length as that wedged end splattered cum straight against a tight, snug spot inside of her; she didn't even truly realize it was her cervix. D'orca could taste the messy flood of sperm and fluids, her tongue pressed and squeezed against that twitching cock and climaxing pussy, and the tail inside him writhed and wriggled, plunging and pressing deeper, the Guilmon straining to push it as far as he could whilst rocking out his orgasm. The Digimon snarled and growled, his eyes rolling up into his head as a relief washed through him, like he'd loosened a kink in his core.

Everything in Guilmon's body told him he was born for this-- born to cum, born to fuck, born to breed...a hot needle-like spasm shot through him at the realization, an epiphany spreading through his mind, screaming in the walls of his brain that what he was feeling was the best experience he'd ever had, and that nothing would ever come close. He wanted to feel it more, to truly bask in the pleasure, and with a tug he tried to drag back, to find a good position to thrust again, but what he was met with was resistance; flesh clung around his knot and his pulling did nothing to loosen his knot. His body responded to the contrary, his brain insisted that he should be going in, not out. In his naivety, he did what he thought was the right thing, as his senses became overloaded with his desperation, with his panic: his vision blanked and his mind grew hazy as he growled, plunging down and tugging on D'orca's head with his hands, pulling him against his knot. A pump of blood rushed through his loins as he slammed down again, yanking and thrusting at the same time, and his tail pushed as much as he could at the same time, trying to sink deeper, to instinctively give his master the pleasure he was receiving.

There was pain there; D'orca felt a spasm, a shudder, and a growing headache as the Guilmon manhandled him, yanking on his head as he worked and rubbed his knot all along a place it shouldn't be, whilst his behind was assaulted, his prostate stimulated, his cocks throbbing with eager need, but nothing could peel his hands away from his mother's thighs as he tried to keep himself steady, his body rigid and his toes curled. The pleasure was just as intense for him as it was for his pet, but it was certainly dulled by a panicked discomfort that became more and more acute the further the Digimon pushed. Then, with another firm thrust, there's a shift of tension. The blockage in D'orca's head traveled from between his eyes down toward his mouth, and with another squelch and 'plop', the knot moved-- it pushed past his sinus and locked into his mouth completely, sealing away any chance he had to breathe.

The boy struggled, naturally, at the turgid flesh that filled his mouth and pushed out the end, sinking into his mother's cunt as his lips mashed up against hers, unable to move from their combined gripping hands. He wriggled his head left and right as he tried to suck in a breath through his mouth and his nose, but found both avenues unavailable. A whimper came from him, but it was too quiet to pick up. There was panic there, but with the relief came a sickening wave of pleasure that had his eyelids fluttering-- tension-filled in him, his mind dizzy, his breathing impossible. Something's happening in him, and he can't explain it. Saltiness flooded his mouth as the Guilmon came again, climaxing so soon after the first that it threatened to drip down into his throat. It splattered along his chin as his hands raked against his mother's thighs, feeling her tensioned cunt squeezing around his tongue, indicating her pleasure. Something in his coiled like a snake ready to pounce as his four cocks bounced in unison, pre-cum coating his cocks. He didn't understand what was happening, his mind couldn't comprehend it.

Before he knew it, bliss shuddered through him, making his body tremble violently around the assaulting penetration in both his ends. Thick ropes of cum splattered and shot upward in arcs, sailing forward in thick messy globs that splashed down against his own crotch and the bed, around his legs and feet. His cocks swung upward towards his stomach amidst their orgasm and covered his stomach, oozing and trickling down his young, boyish body, trickling down around his inner thighs, pooling on the bed and amongst his blankets. He made a noise around that twitching length in his mouth as experienced his first hands-free orgasm. He came harder than he's ever cum before, his moans vibrating in his mother's pussy, causing her to instinctively squeeze.

It's such an incredible feeling, but it doesn't last long, and not for want of him trying-- his vision starts to fade, and he closed his eyes, almost immediately blacking out just moments after his climax. His hands grew limp against his mother's thighs and she reached down to cup his cheeks and hold him up a little as the Digimon rode out the last of his orgasm-- one single, final pump signaled the end of it, the last wet gush oozing from the adult orca's pussy and dribbling down her thighs as his knot abruptly began to deflate, shrinking to half the size it was in just a matter of moments. With it, the Guilmon's cock softened as well, and the Digimon limply trembled there, overexerted from the sex, groggy with the aftermath of his pleasure. D'orca's mother looked down to watch in surprise as the cock deflated before her eyes, and as she dragged her hips back, she saw the cock narrow and shrink, becoming a fraction of his size rather quickly-- he wasn't like a canine at all, despite the anatomy. A little tug, with some encouragement from her via a push, was surprisingly all it took to get that cock dislodged from her son's blowhole, and with it the Guilmon swung to the side.

An almighty thud bounced around the room as the Guilmon collapsed onto the floor beside the bed, causing the woman to jump, but also giggle-- his cock was surprisingly like the telltale cocks of her husband, which both amused her and intrigued her. She carefully guided her son down, laying him against the bed, but he didn't stay passed out for long; with his airways cleared and oxygen sucking into his lungs, he took in a breath and gasped, abruptly waking up just half a minute after passing out.

"What...?" D'orca began, not understanding at first, before the realization hit him. He looked up at his mother, who quickly slid into a comfortable position beside him, barely able to fit on that little bed with him, and he sheepishly cuddled up against her, nuzzling against her body, namely her chest. He sighed tiredly, a little exhausted from the sex, and she watched as the cub reached a hand up to rub at his blowhole, wincing ever so slightly-- she did regret it ever so slightly, but she was certain his enjoyment outweighed the discomfort...and she was certain it wouldn't last long.

A shuffle came from beside them, and D'orca lifted his head to see Guilmon clamber back up onto the bed, crawling himself over the woman's body until he was laid mostly atop the both of them, his sheath rubbing against her hip. His mom absently lowered her hand to stroke at her son's body, groping at his crotch and jerking around his ample cocks, flaccid and spent, and they flopped around with her gentle touches. The Guilmon watched silently, panting, recuperating himself as they cuddled, but it was clear he enjoyed the show; she could feel his cock growing and nudging against her hip as she touched up her own son.

"I think some rest is in order. Maybe dinner?" She suggested to the boy beneath her, who silently nodded, cuddling into her chest as he hummed his approval from her touching, just enjoying laying there. She was sure he would nap, if he could. After a few moments, a shadow loomed over the top of them, blocking the lightbulb above, and D'orca peeked open an eye to see the Guilmon standing over them. His tail eagerly wagged, and that wasn't the only thing, either; the force of his wagging tail made his hips swing, and his 'front tail' did much of the same, tempting them both with the turgid, 12-inch sight.

"Again," The insatiable Guilmon panted, licking his lips, his pupils dilated. "Guilmon wanna go again!"