Marjoram the squirrel is going to be punished for breaking some lady's window during his play of baseball with the other kids. Naturally he swelled with a big head as the ball he hit flew way up and outta there! But, when the astro ball plummeted down to earth, it made a glass shattering smash as most, but not all the players then decided to cheese it. Sticking up for no one but themselves, Marjoram was singled out as the culprit. 


	Crud!

	As a red panda woman walked out of her house to see what was going on out in the street, it was apparent that this squirrel boy down the road bested her window; The other kids pointed out at him and said he did it, and ran for it.


	With brothers and sisters like them, who needs enemies?


	Jaw agape, the boy held a baseball bat that slipped from his paws in terror. He just broke this lady's window! She's walking towards him!


	Crud! Double crud!


	As the red panda lady scoped him out, she found he was delicious— light and dark brown hazelnut fur gripping his young and leith body. Alert green eyes accompanied a bushy twitchy tail protruding from his rear that stood up. The clothes were a little raggy, some snips and tears in the fabric of shirt and shorts. She was not here to do much harm. Much. "Oh little boy! Don't run now." 


	Running was exactly what he wanted to do.


	The red panda wore tight jeans, and a white T-shirt. Front, legs, and arms were a midnight black as if screened in a star filled sky. Her back an orange-red coming up to her face which was striped with white marks. Eyes also green, but more hinting on the blue side of an ocean filled with regrets. It looked like he was about to run. The lady got down on one knee. "Please don't run. May I ask you a question?"


	She was three meters from Marjoram. The boy shook. Trembling with the idea that he will be punished, stood senseless. Confusion. She was not yelling at him.


	"Would you like to come in my house for peanut butter and jam sandwiches?" Smiling, she beckoned the child so.


	The squirrel boy felt...responsible. And Hungry. Letting out an audible sigh, he gave up. "Fine..."


	Following reluctantly, Marjoram had entered the house with the broken window of his causing.


		"You might want to keep your shoes on. My house is...a big mess."


	This strange lady was not kidding.


	Boxes filled nearly every room of the house. Junk on the floor. Everything from Barbie's, toy cars, to...is that a crate of wire baskets? Huh? And what is that? Wedding cardholders. Boxes. They climbed to the ceiling with their brown resilient packaging in enormous monoliths. Every conceivable item seemed to be placed in this building.


	Like a labyrinth of cardboard, the adult guided the child through her home. "I'm so...so sorry about everything. My room is at least bearable. Let's go in there, so I can sit you down for a sandwich."


	"Oauh? I mean, I don't mind at all. Just means you got a lot of stuff" Marjoram rounded a pathway littered with papers and fabric materials among other things.


	"Please get comfortable on the bed, you can take your shoes off here...I'll bring you a sandwich like I promised." The lady turned away and left. Covers a deep blue with red zigzag patterns on it, a sleeper can rest comfortably on here. Body pillow black in color covering the head of the bed, soft like the blackness of the lady's frontal fur.


	Marjoram was still shaking in his boots. Why was this stranger being so nice to him? Taking off his nondescript shoes, he clambered on the bed and flopped down face first. It was actually comfortable. And big. Flipping like a hot burger, he turned himself over and looked at the ceiling. What was going to happen?


	Meanwhile...


	The red panda lady was in a rush. Stove on high heating a water pot filled with water. Stupid messy kitchen! I need a couple of large bowls! Ice! I need ice. A bowl of ice from the freezer. Cloth from the cupboard. Okay, now we can make the peanut butter and jam sandwich! I sure hope he likes blackberry jam! So much to do!


	In the bedroom...


	The child has been waiting for a bit now. Suddenly a pitch of squealing noise gradually erupted from another part of the house. It sounded like one of those water pots that release steam out of a spout when hot enough. It died down. What on Earth was she up too?!


	Not long after this the lady came in with a foldable table. She placed it on the side of the bed. The cub looked at her. "What are you doing?"


	"I'm getting everything ready. Please sit tight, everything is just about ready. You did break my window, the least you can do is provide me services." She smiled and left again.


	Services?! What is he going to have to do?!


	Shortly after the lady came in with two bowls of water, cold and hot along with a white cloth. They were placed on the foldable table next to the bed. Next, she came in with his sandwich. Just like she promised. "I hope you like blackberry jam on your peanut butter sandwich." She sat on the bed with him.


	Sandwich received! Marjoram took a nibble out of it. "It's..." He took a bigger bite out of it. "It's really good!" About to take another bite, he held a look of concern. "But why are you doing this? I broke your window. I mean, aren't you mad?"


	Shaking her head, the fine lady explained simply. "Windows can be replaced. But you know what can't be replaced?"


	It was Marjoram's turn to shake his head.


	"Friendship."


	The Squirrel's grasp around the sandwich weakened. What was that suppose to mean?! That just left him with more questions than answers! "I don't understand!"


	A titter and a giggle. "Just relax. The service you will be providing me today...is letting me..." Her paw reached over his bottom half.


	"Letting you...? The boy's eyes followed the fair hand whitest nibbling on jam and peanut butter.


	"... Touch you." Her paw hovered over his right foot. Was it even right to touch him? No, it was not. She knew that much. Even if it was as simple as a hand or a foot, it was wrong. But she couldn't pass up this opportunity to fulfill her own desires. Her paw hovered over there, near his right foot. It then retreated back without so much as a passing graze.


	A mouth full of surprise erupted from the child. "Buh?"


	"Do you know what a secret is?"


	Silently, he nodded. Jaw stopped grinding away at blackberry seeds infused in the jam.


	"Okay. What happens here will be our little secret, You won't tell anybody that I'll be touching you, and I won't tell anybody you broke my window. Isn't it better if we leave your parents out of this?" 


	Parents? This confused lady must think he has parents. She winked at him. "I-I don't know if I wanna be...touched."


	"That is okay. We will start slow. Today, we will start with rubbing your feet. Tomorrow We will work on your hands. I won't touch you if you don't want me too, and I'll still be your friend. But it would make me happy...and I think you would feel good, too." It would make her ecstatic. Still, there are boundaries to these sorts of things.


	"How will touching me make me feel good?" He took another bite of the vittles.


	"It'll be like a massage. Touching can feel good, if done right."


	The boy was unsure. He wasn't the type to just let people run their paws over him. It was an uncomfortable position to be in. "I dunno...what if I say no? Is that okay?"


	"That is perfectly fine." Truthfully, this saddened the strangers' heart, and she was prepared to let him go. For a moment she kept her smile, but then it faded. Sighing, she spoke as giving up. "You can clean my pool then. I'll just...watch." Perhaps this was for the best. At the very least, she will be able to get a good look at him working.


	An air of melancholy seeped into the room as the woman got up. Marjoram felt at fault for not letting her touch his...what was it? His feet? And maybe another day, his hands? I mean...it didn't sound all that bad, honestly. A massage, huh? He looked at his sandwich; Most other grownups would have yelled and gotten mad. But her...she just fed him and talked gently. This lady has a good heart. Maybe she'd adopt him. She headed to the door.


	"Go ahead and finish your sandwich. I know it's messy out there, but there is space to walk through to the porch. I'll meet you there once I've found the screening scoop." Putting on a smile for him, she was about to leave him to his own devices.
	
	"W-wait!" The squirrel boy made her circle.


	"Yes?" gentle paw on the door frame, she stopped in her tracks.

	"You can...touch me if you wanna."


	"Eeeee!" Squealing, the red panda lady brought her paws up in excitement. Then cupped her mouth. "Sorry." She blushed. "I got a little carried away for a moment."


	For the first time, Marjoram genuinely laughed. This prospect of letting her touch him seems to excite her so. "Haha! It's okay Miss. I get carried away too when um, I go to the Blankenburg Stadium and watch the Towels play." A baseball team that Marjoram roots for, a crowd of people cheering on their teams, hot dogs, the atmosphere, it's so cool! Getting the cash for it is always worth the efforts from doing small jobs like sweeping at the barber shops, bussing tables in restaurants (clearing tables mostly, he stands on a box to wash dishes if need be,) Marjoram finished his sandwich, bread crust and all.

	A smile lingered on the red panda lady's muzzle. Just too adorable! "Don't worry about the crumbs, I can always wash my blankets. Now, are you ready to start?" In glee did the lady stand by the table with the two water bowls.

	"Uhh...sure, I guess? What is that for?" He said pointing at the table by the bed.

	"These bowls have hot and cold water in them. Now, If you'll lay down, I will take this cloth," She held up a dry white cloth, "dampen it, and put it on your forehead. I will start with hot first. After a while, I will replace it with cold. Are you ready?"

	That's weird. Why would she put a damp cloth over his head? "I...guess so? Lemme..." The boy's voice trailed off as he went and laid down on the bed, minding his bushy tail.

	Was she really going to fondle those cute little foot paws? The small squirrel boy had laid down completely, ready for her mercy.

	But he was shaking. Was he nervous? Probably as much as she was right now. She invited him over on the pretence of punishment or reparations for her window, but...could not shake the feeling that this was wrong. Eyes peering over his body, the child's chest rose and fell in deep jagged breaths. No mater how strong her desire, this boy was wavering in her presence.

	Instead, the stranger sat on the edge of the bed, and cupped her eyes with elbows resting on knees. "... I can't do it."

	Marjoram looked over. He was ready to take the hot cloth to his forehead in this house of somebody he just met. Yes, she's an adult, but...she is nice. For some reason that made him grow fond of her in the short time he knew her. "Um, are you okay?"

	"I just...can't"

	The boy heard a soft sniffle, her shoulders heaving in a silent cry. Could not see her face. Did he cause this somehow? What was wrong? "Did I do something bad? I'm sorry I broke your window, honest!" Sitting up now a look of concern befell him.

	Not looking back, the lady tried to wipe her tears. "No, no, I'm the one who should be sorry. L-little boy, I brought you in here, so I could groom you, and eventually play dirty games with you."

	Dirty games, what are those? "Like playn' in the mud?"

	A short laugh. "So innocent. No. Not like that my dear sweet summer set child. Something else entirely. Something only adults should do."

	Being a cub, he had *some* idea of what that could be. "You mean, staying up late?"

	Another laugh! "Haha! Well, that might be appropriate for the occasion." By now the boy's innocents has cheered her up some. "But the truth is..." clutching her legs, the red panda lady looked up at the ceiling, as to confess to someone higher. "...the truth is I'm a monster." Then hung that sorrowful head down.

	This confused the cub, who for every right, wanted some sort of explanation. "What do you mean?"

	Turning to him, she acknowledged her own sins. "I'm one of those bad people your parents always tell you to watch out for." Nervously, the lady grabbed her left arm. "I think...you should leave so I don't attack you."

	The conversation just repeated in the boy's head. "Attack me?" It was an odd darkness. Not one of fright nor malevolence, but a sort of mischief that invited a wondering merriment. "But...why?" He wanted to correct her on not having parents, but could not quite blurt that out. There were more important matters.


	It was hard to put that into words. Why? Why exactly? Why would she hurt this little boy? All children are just too precious. They are so full of emotions and energy. There is just something about them, so frail that they are, that she also fears. For the same reason she loves kids, she can't be near them. A fear of destroying a life before it's time to truly blossom.

	"Little boy..." the stranger began, "there are bad people in this world. People that would do you harm, just to make themselves feel better. Sometimes, children don't make it out alive from situations like this, you need to understand that what I'm doing is wrong, and you should run away!"


	Run away? What she is doing...is wrong? "But you're so nice! You gave me a sandwich, you didn't yell at me when I broke your window-"

	"—All of that was just to get in your pants!" The lady was flustered! The boy does not understand! "Little boy! I was playing nice, so I could get you in my house so I could hurt you!"

	"That's not true! I don't believe you! You're a nice lady!" Marjoram said with conviction. Of all his youth, he was in denial of his own illusion. "Y-you got bowls ready, cold 'an hot. Don't know what those are for, but you meant to do something nice, right? And that you wanted to rub or touch my feet? And you even said you wanted to be my friend, right? You haven't done a bad thing to me!"

	After the squirrel boy said what was said, silence befell the room. The boy waited for an answer.

	This was not a topic to be pushed! He shouldn't be here. Yet he stays. He's insistent on her being a nice lady. But that was all an act. Wasn't it? If she was not the way she were, surely things would have been different, and she would have treated the young squirrel like roadside trash. But that was not the case. She loves kids. Loves them enough to be afraid of them. To keep her distance. It's not a healthy way to live, but it's only the best option out of a bad situation.

	As the silence dug deep, Marjoram looked around the room; it was barred of the boxes that littered the other rooms, with really no pictures of anybody. The clothes hamper in the far corner had some bras hanging out the opening. A mirror with a chair and table, a few makeups.

	No torture devices.

	But there was an observation he made out loud. "You live alone, don't you?"

	The silence ended with a truth. The lady nodded. "Yes. I live alone."

	Marjoram rushed to hug her!

	The embrace was sudden! The small boy leapt from his position and launched a kamikaze attack around her waist. Surprised, the stranger almost clasped her arms around his back. Yet those paws hovered hesitantly. *She* was the one being touched right now. How the roles have reversed!

	Marjoram knew no perversion, in the hug his head lay against the strangers' chest. "You don't gotta be alone. I'll be your friend."

	This hug was calming for the red panda lady. Skinny arms trying their darndest to take their fill of her waist, a closeness of comfort. It was okay to just hug, right? This is just a good touch, just a good touch..."

	The awkwardness of the lady melted away in the warmth of the sweet embrace. Arms closed together around the small boy with a loose squeeze and found his supple back. There was a sigh of relief, one not of distress, but instead of a burden leaving her body to be replaced with quiet pleasure and security. She didn't need to touch him. Not in a dirty way anyway. The little boy's snuggling was proof that she could control her urges around kids. As long as it's a hug.

	"You are fine with being friends with a bad person like me?" Her paws swiped his back up and down, feeling, tracing motions over the bumps of his spine. The boy needs more meat on his bones, she can feel his ribs.

	"You're not bad." Marjoram said while brushing his cheek on her chest. "I don't care if it's a dirty game or whatever you wanted to do, you're a good person."

	I wish that were true. "Do you know what those dirty games are?" of course he doesn't. Our earlier conversation said he doesn't.

	As expected, the cub shook his head. "No, I dunno what those are." Do dirty games hurt? She said it was like an attack or something. But also something that only grownups should do? "What's a dirty game?" His eyes peered up at her.

	The red panda looked at the small squirrel boy. "It..." taking a gulp of air, she had to put this in a way he might understand. "It's a game...where people are naked while they play."

	"Naked?" Marjoram parroted. "Why would someone be naked while they play?" The cub's hug never released, breathing an understanding that this lady is trying her best to explain something taboo to him.

	"Because it's fun." The stranger said simply. "Try thinking of two people merging together, becoming one."

	"Like... I'll have two heads? Four arms?"

	"Not quite!" perhaps 'merging' was not the way to put it.

	"Then..." Marjoram let go of the hug and scooted back. "...maybe we could play the dirty game? I'm wondering what all this is about. Sounds weird. But do we gotta be naked?" He shrugged.

	Was the woman actually considering this? "Well...no. No you don't *have* to be naked. But the dirty games allude to it. And..." She tried for a moment to think in a pause. "Adults believe the dirty game is bad, because they think people who want to play the dirty game with cubs are sick and evil." Paws in her lap, she looked him in the eyes. "Now, adults play the dirty game because it feels good. It feels good for cubs, too, but adults don't like to acknowledge that because they think cubs are stupid, and they're just uncomfortable with little ones having those kinds of feelings."

	Marjoram felt like he were being treated like an adult, and respected that. He was getting information, no matter how vague everything is. "So, it's *not* an attack?"

	Poor boy, that was a whole nother ballpark. "It can be an attack. Let's say you wanted to play the dirty game with me, but I didn't want to. If you...forced me to play the dirty game, then that would be bad."

	The child's bushy tail jittered. "Okay! But what if we *both* want to play the dirty game?!"

	"Oh geese!" The red panda lady put a paw over her face. "That is too tempting little boy. I'd love to play the game with you. But..." grabbing her arm again, she looked off to the side.

	Marjoram grabbed her paw off her arm. "Ya know what? When a person...when a person..." For a moment, he went cross eyed trying to put his words together. "... Ah, When someone tells the truth, It's easier than not telling the truth. -No. I mean, um..." The lady just watched as the boy held her paw and tried his best to explain in a way his adolescent will allow. "—Okay. It's easier to tell the truth, then lie. So if you're honest with yourself, you will be happy!" The cub smiled at his own words of wisdom, giving her paw a squeeze. "Let's play that game." His smile was as great as his ignorance, letting go of her paw before going to pull on the bottom of his shirt.

	"W-wait-wait! Wait!" A nervous laugh. Does he intend to strip in front of her?! "You don't *have* to be naked, and I thought I was just going to massage your feet today...?" her statement left as more of a lingering question.

	"Oh, well I guess we could do that!"

	*Whump!*

	The squirrel jumped backwards and bounced the bed upon landing. Arms and legs splayed lazily, those toes scrunched with some strange anticipation. "'Member, it's a secret!"

	He winked at her! The boy in her bed actually winked at her! Those lady paws shook, but in a way the boy in her hovel was expecting something now. The whole situation was surreal. Before she knew it, she was taking a hot cloth that had been soaking in the bowl of water, rang it out, and hovered it over the boy's forehead.

	As the damp cloth had touched his upper brow, a sentimental sigh of ease breathed life in his lungs as the warmth spread from his slightly wet head fur into unescapable rise of temperature. 

	"Is that okay?" The lady asked. Was it too hot? Had it cooled down in their little talk and was now too cool? 

	"Reeelaaaxing~" Did the boy grin. "I can see why you wanted to do this."

	The stranger was at his feet. She picked up his right foot. A giggle. Okay. Take both sides of his foot, those wiggly tootsies attached to such supple and tender child bottom-paws. Gently now. Press both thumbs on that fuzzy surface. And he laughs! Such a sound! Those giggly woes turned into half moans as her thumbs made pressuring circles, rhythm and brushing with care. Those toes wriggled.

	"Aaahhh~ <3" Such a feeling! This was something else! Was this part of the adult, dirty games? it had to be! It felt nice just like she said it would. Why would grownups hide this? It feels so good! She moves up and down his foot with palming pressure and squeezing toesies. Switching to the left foot! "Oh my god~! <3"

	"How is it little boy?" The response she got was enough to make her heart stop.

	The cub immediately took off the cloth, tugged the bottom of his shirt, and without time to react, took it off to bear his boy chest to the lady!

	"Little boy!"

	Marjoram put that damp warm cloth back on his forehead. "This feels great!" He pushed his feet up to her. "Now I *Wanna* get nakie! If it feels good like this, I wanna try it with no clothes!"

	"You can't little boy! You can't! I won't be able to contain myself!" Even while saying this, she rubbed his left foot paw. His hands went down to undo the button on his shorts. "Little boy, you *must* stop stripping!" But his little fingers only worked faster - but not better! fingers trying their speediest to undo that button to continue better games with his new friend, failed at repeat attempts of putting the button through the hole.

	She was now brushing her whole paws on both his lower legs. "Please stop...little shirtless boy..." But those fingers had trouble still! He intends to strip!

Grunt after tug, pull after hassle! There was no end to the struggle!

	Finally, the stranger broke. She moved up to him and put both paws on his little knickers. Easily unbuttoning them, His shorts were pulled down with little effort. The lady pulled the blanket over them both with heads sticking out. She draped the damp cloth back on the bowl next to the bed, and hugged the boy in his underwear.
	
	"Oh!" He found himself in a new situation. The lady hugged him under the sheets. One hand wrapped around his back. One hand on his butt. Her snout was in his head fur, taking deep breaths of his scent. It wasn't scary, despite sniffing of his hair. She was doing this for him. Maybe even for herself. But that is okay, because she's allowed to be greedy every once in a while. Oh strange lady, do you know you are touching my butt? You probably do. But you're going to show me new things. let me experience new things. You won't hurt me. I just know this! I'm perfectly safe in this bed with you. So please...don't hold back. Maybe if I comply, I can live here!

	"You can touch me anywhere..." Said the lady.

	"Anywhere? Like how you're touching my butt?"

	"...Yes. You want to take my shirt off? it's only fair." Said the lady.

	"Okay." The lady pulled the covers completely over them. it was dark underneath. They were in the middle of the bed, very close together. The lady palmed and squeezed his bottom as he found the base of her shirt, and pulled up with her arms following.

	The lady was now wearing a bra, but still pants. She pulled the boy into her chest in the darkness. Her fur was warm and downy.

	"...Take off my pants next, little boy."

	"Okay!" Marjoram repeated. They got spun around trying to find her pants, and when they did, the button was finally undone and the cub found himself pulling at the legs headed to the head of the bead, while the lady was upside down, head towards the feet of the bed and getting stripped. As the cub finally spared the lady of her pants, he found himself laying in bed normally, with a pair of feet sticking up from under the covers.

	"...Relax." Said the lady.

	She intersected their legs, closing the gap at the crotches. They lay under the covers, only Marjoram's head and the lady's legs poking out the top. He could not help but feel like he was on some sort of ride, the way her legs stuck out and he held onto the one in front of him. Both of them wearing only underwear, the woman began to grind.

	"Ooooohho~ <3" The boy returned the gesture. With a gyration of his hips, he moved with her.

	"That's good little boy, that's good."

	The squirrel boy had wrapped his scrawny little limbs around a leg jetting out the covers. How deceptive as they had the liberty of breaking a window! "R-rubbi'n my weird feels funny miss."

	His 'Weird'? "A gooood funny?"

	"Ooooh yeeeaaah!~"

	Child and lady labored in their crotch grinds, legs intersected parallel, The underwear of them both plying for great friction as they rubbed. The strange adult was getting wetter by the minute, her panties giving that slimy texture a sharing glaze on the boy's undies.

	"M-Miss! My underwear! I wanna...wanna take it off!" For some reason there was a fire in his groin and it had to be let out. Constricting, he would have to get off from grinding on this lady to take them off!

	"Me too! Please forgive me!" The boy was yanked by the waist as a pair of paws took his underwear by the bands, and tore them in half!

	Instant relief! "Thank you!" He thanked her for ripping apart his underwear! Never in a million years...

	But as his balls sat on her crotch, he heard the ripping sound again. the cloth of pantie slipped away from under his fuzzies! "Woah! That tickled!"

	"Put it inside me..." Said the stranger.

	He could not see what was happening, as his head was sticking out from under the covers, lower body owned and concealed by this parlor of strange.

	"Inside?"

	"Yes." The lady grinded her body with him now, and it was slippery!

	So slippery! the lady has some sort of...there! right there! For some reason, his weird is raging at this spot of the stranger! I found it! "Y-you have a strange...'strange!'"

	My 'Strange'? "Yes. Put that 'weird' into my 'strange'.

	Marjoram's arms wrapped around a black furred leg, there was so much going on down stairs which he understood not. This dirty game. What is it exactly? What was his 'weird' getting hard at? It's never done *this* before. A stiffness of his member, a longing to penetrate, a fire in his loins! Not understanding these feelings he could only trust this lady.

	A lady he just met and knows not her name. Heck, she doesn't know my name either. We never really introduced ourselves. Is that bad? Does this happen frequently with other kids and adults like us two?

	She said it does happen. And...kids sometimes don't make it out alive. That's kinda scary. Perhaps she's played this same dirty game with other kids before? But surely they all survived. Survived, because she's not the kind that would perform malicious things and other sinister plots to destroy them. No. This fleshy sensation of heat rutted with pubic fur brushed his crotch with painted warmth and comfort of security. If she's played the dirty game with other cubs, then have they experienced the same thing he's about too?

	"Hey miss?" There was pause in the effort to continue the absorption of privates.

	"Is something the matter little one?" They are so close!

	"Have...have you played the dirty game with other cubs?"

	Under the blanket, beside her unclasped bra, and holding a leg belonging to the boy between her breasts wondered why he's not fucking her yet. "It's not something I'm proud of. Being...what I am, there have been cubs in my life I have done the dirty game with. I have a lot of regrets. And I'm not sure we should even be doing this right now. I know I'll hate myself later, but I just can't control myself at times. Sometimes a cub just...falls in your lap, like with you. Sometimes you go and seek it out in the most dreadful of places. I hate doing it. I hate myself because of how I was made. But at the same time I...I can't help but love on a cub."

	"Love?" Marjoram tried to settle on that word. There was a lack of it in his life. Grelod the Kind, is what people call the woman looking after the orphanage he stays at. More like Grelod the Cruel. He's had first hand witness of abuse at her paw. What is love then, if you can't find it? Yet here, in this unorganized house of boxes, he's found some semi balance of what could be called love. That sandwich meant a lot to him. "Is this a type of love then? This dirty game?"

	The red panda lady took the bottom of his foot and scratched it. A giggle! "Oh little boy...while your little pouch of adorable - yet - sensitive balls lay rest on me, I can honestly say I love you."

	His heart fluttered!

	"That might just be my "condition" saying that, since I love all cubs I come across. But for me, if I want to show my love, my passion, the best way I know how is...through the dirty games. Because I want little ones to feel the very best they can, and be proud of it too! But I always take a burden of it later, since the dirty games weigh heavily upon me. I often wonder If I ever make the right choices in life. If those kids I played with will grow up okay. if they don't, then I would just...be so, so upset with myself." holding the boy's leg, she brought it closer between her breasts and hugged it. "If you are uncomfortable, then we can stop."

	"N-no! I uh, don't wanna stop! But...I do wanna stop playing the dirty game..."

	"Oh...no I understand. You wish to stop. That is okay-"

	"-Instead I wanna love you!" quipped the squirrel.

	"*Hack-cough* What?!"

	"Please don't hate yourself! I'm putt'n my weird into your strange!" Before the red panda lady could react, Marjoram has easily found the heat emanating pulse with his schlong, tip touching the wafting scent of adult musk. It was not so much a matter of *if* this slimy wet hole is deep, but rather a *must* to make it pleasant for her.

	long pitched moans from the boy, deep gasps from the lady, The cub's private glands slathered wet strange juice as walls of extacy surrounded his member. His leg as been surrounded by something soft and plush, his weird sinking into something sublime and divine. He grabbed her leg tighter and gave one more push!

	"I wanna love you!"
	
	"Oh little boy! *Huff!*"
 
	"Nygha! What is this?! Oaugh! It's really sticky!" The young boy's paw reached down to finger the opening where his penis was visiting the hole and found a wet substance. Lungs filled with pleasured air, he gasped as his lower abdomen let loose a mind of its own and began to press into this strange.

	"Oh my!~ Are-are you okay with this?!" grabbing handfuls of sheets with arms around his leg betwixt her breasts, spread her legs a bit more so the child could sink deeper and better.

	The boy had hilted all the way inside. Small testes feeling the entrance of something...quite nice! It was a spine tingling sensation that would have brought him to his knees if not riding the woman in this position. Breathing in and out jaggedly, he hugged that wonderful leg in front of him. It was like an anchor for his fleeting consciousness. Black was the warm fur, like a dark chocolate it too was strong, yet sweet. Strong enough to hold his elusive sanity here in bed, and sweet enough in a way that this personal post kept him safe and secure. "I...I am! I'm okay with this! I wish everyday were like this! This is the best day of my life!"

	Under the blue covers with that red zigzag pattern, the naked stranger giggled. "You're only saying that because we are having sex. I know it feels good. It feels good for me, too. But this should not be the best day of your life. You'll have better days, and you will look back and...hopefully think of fond things about this moment."

	This nice lady was wrong. Wrong-wrong-wrong-wrong-*wrong!* This really *is* the best day of his life. Life won't get any better, not at the orphanage at least. If he goes back, it will be the closet for him again. Why? Because Grelod the kind is a festering soul who thrives on the misery of cubs. It's a little funny when this nice lady mentioned people doing harm to little ones to make themselves feel better. Grelod is the epitome of selfish in that regard. But...If he were locked in that same closet with just this nice lady, things would be different. He wouldn't cry so much. There would be someone dependable he could hug. And if he did cry? He's certain this nice red panda lady would hug him to make him feel better.

	Maybe it was time to hint that I want to stay here. I don't want to go back. Not to that hole. "Miss...I don't want the best day of my life to end. Can't I...stay with you?"

	The young boy's privates were small even when hard. acceptable for a cub his age. Having him inside her pussy swelled an invoking pleasure deep inside. Even though she swam in the naughty places with cubs, she could -somewhat- keep a level head. "Oh little boy...you have to stay with your parents, I'm sure they would miss you if you disappeared. You have a good home, a good school...and even a lot of friends to play baseball with! I can't keep you as much as I'd like too."

	None of that was true. No Parents, no good home, his education is not even existent. Those "friends" were more like brothers and sisters. But if you narrowed that part down, they were more like competition to see who gets a home, and who doesn't.

	"Not to mention my house is a danger zone what with all my boxes towering everywhere. It's just not safe."

	Marjoram squeezed her leg, and pressed with his hips into the hug of crotches. "Then please adopt me!"

	"I can't go around abducting little cubs! Oh~" The red panda grinded back, both their hips gyrating now in a rhythm of motion.

	I want to stay! I *need* to stay! "W-we can do this everyday if I live with you! I'll just be naked all the time! you can...you can even attack me when I don't wanna play the dirty game! *Please!* let me stay with you!"

	Oh shit. She broke the boy. This is one of the reasons she can't play with cubs. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they seem to have fun like now. And like now, sometimes they get too attached to the person they are having sex with. She needs to stop screwing the little boy before he goes overboard and say...runs away and visits her. He sounds like he's becoming obsessive! Even going as far as saying rapeing him is okay?! This is not good! The little boy is not allowed to think this way! She has already messed up his life! *FUCK!*

	Regrettably, The red panda lady let go of his leg between her boobs, and separated their crotches, plopping the child's penis out of her vagina.

	"Huh?!" Marjoram was confused. The nice lady took him out. "What are you doing?"

	The lady's legs sunk back down beneath the covers and she rearranged herself. "It's time for you to leave." She took the dark blue - red zigzag - blanket and bundled it up around her form so he at least would not see her naked body. "I've already done too much harm to you."

	"But-!"

	"-Please leave! put on your clothes and go!"

	"I have no par-!"

	"-Hurry up and go!"

	She was angry at him! But why?! A cry started and the boy began to solemnly pick up his clothes, put them on. Minus the broken underwear. Broken and torn in half like his heart. It ran asunder as eyes ran red and swollen with tears. He just didn't know. The woman looked pensive. Why was she pushing him away?

	 Shoes on. He walked to the door. Looked back. There she was sitting up on her bed covered in her blanket. This hurt. Marjoram left the room.

	The red panda lady heard her front door open, and close. She sighed. Allowed the bundle of blanket loosen up and fall off her body. That boy...is probably broken now. *Another* regret. "*sigh*...fuck." He's gone now. And she needs to wash this filthy feeling away.

	Forgoing any clothing, she walked out of her room naked to head to her bathroom suite. It was the most expensive part of her house, she put a lot of money into it. But the result was worth it.

	Minding the boxes filled with crap that she buys and sells, opened the door to a world beyond serenity; A large room, from floor to ceiling it was tiled. The far end a small sized pool that feeds from an underwater spring, heated and stored at a moments notice. Shower heads protruding across this glade of glamor, they hung everywhere to shoot their purifying liquid at the discretion of a knob turn, or a pull of a chain. Next to the small heated pool was a sitting spot to wash up with fun soaps and to rinse off. Down the drain all the water and suds goes.

Before this room was a drying chamber. A small room used for drying and keeping the wet out of the rest of the house.

	It was time to make a *lot* of steam. She turned every knob on hot, every lever chain was pulled. As water poured into the room, so did the heat and wafting vapors. Getting in the indoor pool she sat down and just...marinated. It was a melancholy moment. A life ruined. That boy will probably seek out sex with random strangers now. Probably find himself in a bad situation...maybe whisked away to a bad place.

	Her gut turned. "I hope his parents...take good care of that boy. I really screwed up. Maybe I should just go to prison. Keep me from...hurting anymore cubs." She sunk into the water to try and forget everything that happened today.

	Yet, today was not over. There was an intruder in the house, and she knew it not. A certain light and dark brown squirrel boy was still in the house. He did open the front door. Never leaving, he simply closed it. He had sat in front of the entrance just...sobbing. He needed to tell her something important. He had heard her go into a room. Stopped in front of the door. It was closed. Running water...*Lots* of it. Is she showering? But he just *has* to tell her! Marjoram opened the door.

	A drying room. In a corner were a chamber one could stand in and air would blow. But the indoor raining persisted in the next room he opened.

	His face was hit hard by a rolling blanket of fog. Closed the door behind him. Saw the lady in a heated small pool. Shoes splashed with the water laden on the tiled floor. Clothes soaking from the shower heads raining indoors. The woman didn't notice him just feet away.

	"M-miss?"

	"AAAAHH!" The red panda lady just about jumped out of her skin!

	Marjoram lunged into the pool with all his heavy wet clothes!

	*Splash!*

	He hugged her! "What are you doing?! I thought I told you to leave!"

	"I don't have parents! I live at an orphanage! Grelod the kind bullies us every day!" Did the boy cry and sob into her bare chest.

	This is suppose to be a safe place. The boy intruded upon that...! ...Wait...what did he say?

	The child's cries were getting stronger. "Mu-my mom died when I was born! Dad left! I-It's my fault that my family is gone!"

	...He has...no parents...? Mother died? And father left him to suffer...? The lady found that her arms had wrapped some around the boy.

	But the adolescents was not done venting. "Th-the caretaker, Grelod, she...she shoves us into a hole at night! In the m-morning she tells us we will never be adopted! Every day! Th-then she makes us draw straws to see who goes to get locked in the closet! I don't want the closet again! Please!"

	...Was his life really that bad? Was she wrong on how she presumed he had a nice family? Sounds like this bitch needs something coming to her. She grasped the child tighter in her arms.

	"I don't go to school! I'm always -*hic!*- always working to pay for food to eat! Th-that peanut butter 'an jam sandwich was goooooood! Waaaaaa!"

	...Was he starving? Was the boy really that bad off? Mmmm...Maybe...just maybe...he can... "I'm sorry...little boy for pushing you away. I didn't...I didn't know." Her voice was calm and sad. "Does anybody take care of you?"

	Marjoram's head shook. "M-my brothers and s-sisters at the orphanage, we try to take care of each other. *Sniff* Sometimes I buy food for the others 'cause some of them can't work. I don't wanna go back...please don't make me go back..."

	The lady was defeated. She fully embraced the crying child and let his tears mix with the pool water. Down those salty eye drippings went over her boobs, the boy heaving shoulders and puffy red eyes.

	Maybe this calls for a drastic measure. The lady lifted his head up so they saw each other's eyes. This little child has wonderful green emerald eyes. So bright. bringing her face up to his, they touched noses. And then lips. Turning her head, she fit her muzzle on his in a gentle kiss.

	Marjoram saw this coming when she closed the distance. He sniffled while their lips connected. It made the pool even warmer than what it was. For a moment anyway, his woes faded away. His first kiss.

	the woman held this for as long as he wanted. And the boy was not backing up, he seemed to enjoy it. Placing a paw over the back of his head, other paw roamed behind him and traced those supple spinal bumps. But he was shaking. So she pet him. Paws touching his ears, brushing down the back of his nape, She tried to sooth him.

	And it was working. The boy was calming down in the kiss. Head backed up and looked at the stranger's green-blue eyes. He went in for another kiss. Their lips didn't move much, but he was still happy. The child closed his eyes, and dreamed of a new world so he could leave the old one behind. His arms never let go around her upper body, laying against her black fur as soft puckered lips drew saliva.

	...Maybe if he is going to stay here, might as well learn something about him. "Little boy...what is your name?" She said between the kiss.

	"M-marjoram..." He was quick to continue the kiss. "What's yours?"

	"I forgot my real name." More kissing. Over the years, over the regrets, she has changed her name time and time again. "My current made up name...is Kim."

	"Okay...Kim." Marjoram whispered and kissed.

	For a bit they locked lips and she caressed him. She found his tail and gave it a nice brush. His mouth is nice, he kisses nice. But now that another fake name is revealed again, she wants to change it and shed the gross feeling of cub loving. One more name change, too...ah...yes. That seems appropriate. "Call me...mom."

	His ears swiveled and tail jittered. He broke the kiss. "Does that mean I can stay?!"

	She smiled and pet his head. "Yes, that means you can stay."

	"Thank you mom!~" Marjoram now kissed even harder! She who is now a mom, got caught by surprise!

	Mom...going to need to get used to that. Caught unawares by a powerful kiss, Kim's instinct was to open up the child's lips with her tongue and kiss him back deeply.

	Mom...was kissing me with her tongue now? He went cross-eyed, but took the hint quickly and rolled her tongue in his muzzle with his now adopted mother.

	While the lady's paws roamed, she was not quite happy he wore clothes in the pool. They *must* be removed! Tonguing this nice little boy, she took his shorts off, and removed his shoes.

	She's stripping me! I'll help.

	The cub went and took his shirt off. All the clothing and shoes he wore was discarded near the drain. They were both naked in the water.

	Mom had sat up; This is the first time he got a good look at her. Boobs as black as a star filled night space scape, swaying nipples red like soft rose petals. The boy was picked up and sat down on a seat in the water. Turning to him, She sat on him facing each other. "Wanna fuck?"

	Marjoram gave a quizzical look.

	"Ahem. I mean, the dirty game. I wanna fuck you, please."

	Green eyes lit up. "*gasp!* Oh! Yes let's play the dirty game!"

	As Kim sat in Marjoram's lap, she took one of his paws and laced his fingers into hers. "Mommy is going to want to have lots of sex with you, to make sure you're happy. Will you promise to let me know if I ever get to be too much? I don't want you pushing me away because I might be too clingy...I just..."
	
Marjoram found her other paw with his, and laced his fingers with that paw, too. They held each other's hands. "Mom? You gave me food, and shelter. I'm...I'm afraid I'll be back out on the street if I do something bad-"

	Kim wanted to hear none of that! interrupting that thought with a hard invasive kiss, the squirrel boy was taking this as his punishment for talking out of line.

	Lips smeared and tongue swirled in boy mouth, drool slipped between smacking noises, playing with his smaller more timid tongue . It was forced entry as she explored between his lips and teeth, probing his roof and stuffing her taste buds as far back as she could possibly reach. Marjoram could only make muffled noises as he held her hands while being violated. But he wasn't sure that was the correct word to use. Used?  -His eyes focused- No, not used. But the grip on her paws tightened on his as well as she pushed his head back in the kiss.

	*Muah!*

	They broke the kiss!

	Marjoram looked up at Kim, who had a learned face.

	"I don't want to ever hear you'll be going back to the street ever again!" she barked.

	He was a little scared. Was the prospect of letting him go foul to her? Regardless, he nodded apologetically. "Sorry..." looked down and pretty well sighed at her boobs. 

	Kim let go of the hand hold to hold his face in both her palms. "Now...We are going to have a lot of sex. Please, promise you will tell me if it ever becomes too much for you. Please..." 

	The cub nuzzled against her paws. "This is the first time I've ever felt...loved. You actually care about me. So...so because of that, I want you to push it on me. Do the attack thing too you were talking about. Who knows! I might like it! Uh, this might sound weird, but I want you to touch me whenever you can, it makes me feel wanted, you know?"

	Before Kim could rebuttal, Marjoram planted a kiss upon her speaking turn! temporarily muted and forgot her answer.

	"Mom! I love you! Please sex me all the time! It makes me feel loved! Please! *Please* sex me!" Bright eyes told her he needed this!

	Sex and it's sins are usually frowned upon. For uses of pleasure and debauchery. Maybe even reproduction sometimes. But as Kim held his head, he lipped the words, 'Please attack me.' It's said that sex can blossom the feeling of love between two friends. That, it can amplify feelings. Yet this child put it in a way that he cannot feel at comfort without it now. The cub has had this void in his life for all time, and just recently found a fix for it.

	Kim was the one to give it to him. Surrendered by placing his face in the crevasse of her chest. "I don't feel good attacking cubs. But if that's what you want, then I want you to attack me, too." The boy obviously does not know what he is talking about. But these words will make him happy, and that is what counts.

	Marjoram's paws fell to her lower waist and he nuzzled his cheeks upon those dark breasts. His back lay in a pool's seat, sitting up as this woman played with his hair, straddling his lap. She needs to be careful like always when riding cubs, she knows from experience how fragile they can be, and so uses some calf and thigh muscle to keep herself somewhat off pressure from the little boy's body. As it would be so, Kim's legs brushed against his childhood- not even half mast. It was a fleeting registry, but our lady had a thought of her son having these sexual urges when not even horny. He just wants' to be loved. so much love.

	"Marjoram, baby, what would you do if you didn't stick your bun in my oven?" She genuinely wanted to know how he would cope.

	A nuzzle in breast, a tight hug around the waist. "I...I'd cry!"

	"Oh my goodness!" Her weakness! She cannot stand to see a crying child! precious tears are such a waste!

	Kim grabbed his crotch and found his member immediately. She sat her pussy lips to envelop his sheath and began to bounce.

	The boy's legs splayed outward, her breasts in his face. It's the first time he really noticed, but there was a beauty to her body. Those tits just jiggled in front of him, alluring, a weight on his legs as his weird was inside this...stranger? No. Mother. Yes...it was different now. Sheath in something soft, was her whole body like this? Her breasts are light in some ways, not a lot of heft, but he doesn't think that's what makes them so delicate, tender even. The slight pressure of his face moves them, engulfs his snoot, and provides a yearning security. Taking a step back, he watches her swaying nipples, large red areolas. Are those pert towers soft too? I wonder...

	Kim's black roasty warm hooters were grabbed by two handfuls. She grabbed his little pervy paws.

	"S-sorry! Them red 'an shinny's looked soft!" He was gasping as his privates were being used.

	"Shh...shh...it's okay. I'm just holding your hands there because I like you touching me." continuing to bounce, she can feel the boy's little squirrel hood peeling out of its sheath to say hello inside her.

	So it's okay to touch. Fingers fanned outwards, thumbs dug in. Water soaked jugs' in his palms, he gave a good squeeze.

	"Mmm...That's right, play with my boobies." This little boy...no... her son, was having a good time. Yes, he might become obsessive with sex at this age, but it's better than sleeping in a cold dark hole with no one to love. Her rhythm of fucking the boy in the water got easier now, now that he was fully erect, no matter how small he may be.

	Even if he did grow an attachment disorder over sex, Kim can just hire a slut. Playmates can always be fun!

	Mewling and breathing in a lot of steamy hot vapors danced with his new found family member. Hips shot up as mom pressed down. It was a strong mash, grinding thick waterlogged pubic fur which swallowed whole his fleshy glans. Something...was welling up in his groin. Something...*Something*...!"

	"Ha! Ah! HAAAAAA!" Marjoram arched backwards while holding her ta-tas firmly. For some odd reason his whole body shot with a new sensation! It was joy and delight incarnate, washing over his body in the hot water. Some strange excitement, his lower belly rumbled with pressure being let lose that he didn't even know existed. Yet the strongest feeling of the thrill was in his weird. Every shot of cum made the boy twitch and fidget.

	I...made him cum?

	It was tremendous! This was a new feeling for Kim. When this boy orgasmed, it felt...right! No regrets this time! There a smile grew on her muzzle as she watched the little boy writhe and hang on her knockers for dear life!

	wheezing, the boy bucked as panting quieted down into soft hapless whines. Tired and worn down, arms felt like noodles.

	Mom felt his grasp on her jugs' weaken, and so strengthened her grip on the cub. Arms embraced, feeling the child breath.

	He must be feeling sensitive now. Thought Kim. She got up off him who gave a cry, scooped him up, and sat him In her lap.

	Marjoram sat sideways on his newfound mother's lap, back and head being supported by her secure arms. She pressed his face into her red nipples. The fascination of her areola and soft teats drew him in. There was one thing he could think of doing- he opened his lips and wrapped them around a nipple.

	"There we go...suck my boobies. It feels nice after cumming, right?"

	The boy nodded, brought his arms up to hold onto his mom's body, one of them groping her boobs.

	Kim stroked his legs, his head, his back. That tummy needs to be rubbed and caressed. But they relaxed while sitting here in this safe place.

	Sitting in the pool and breastfeeding. Never mind that she's not producing milk, it was the tranquility and peace of the act which mattered most. How cute, she can hear him smacking his lips through the many shower heads blasting mist into the room. As he sat in her lap, the boy was somewhat elevated from the water level, and she could see his shrinking cock with those cute little balls underneath.

	Those adorable genitalia. "Can I...can I cup you like this?" Kim reached down with her slithering fingers and gave a loose grasp around Marjoram's privates.

	"Mmm-hmm" He nodded. Being fondled after...cumming was it? Felt sensitive. But her brushes were light and tender. Paws giving plenty of room for his fuzzy pouch, it was as if the sensitive parts of his body were protected by a layer of armor. Soft armor that resembled dainty lady paws.

	I'm a big pervert, and I know it. "Marjoram - er - son, what do you think of me being...what I am?"

	The boy gave a tug on her wondrous red nipple and replied. "I love you being my mom."

	"Uh, no. I mean, me being a..." Gave the boy's sheath a pull down, revealing that redish-pink member before pulling it back up. He shivered in the act and resumed sucking her nipple. "...being a pervert?"

	"huh? What's that?"

	Gosh...why does he have to be so innocent? "The dirty games, that's called sex. You make me horny little boy - my son - and horny adults will sometimes touch, fondle, and have sex their affections."

	"Oh! I think I get it! Like when you asked if we could fuck! That makes you a pervert!" The happy squirrel smiled at his epiphany! So great was his enthusiasm he dug in with his muzzle to grab as much boob as he could in his mouth.

	"Yes!" Kim breathed a pleasant sigh. This breastfeeding business is fun. "So, what do you think of me being a pervert?"

	"Um..." Marjoram pulled her nipple again, giving it a lick after. "So a pervert is someone who likes sex? The dirty game?"

	She nodded and groomed him. "Yes."

	  The cub placed a paw on the hand that was cupping his bits. "Then I wanna be a pervert with you. It's okay. I'm holding your hand 'cause I like you touching me."

	This cheeky boy! That comment was a throwback when he grabbed her breasts! "Well, if you like getting touched so much, then you need to soap up!" She raised him out of the water!"

	"Woah! Haha!" He could be carried by an arm, and *still* she can cup his weird! They got out of the heated pool and he was placed on the tiled floor.

	Kim grabbed a bunch of shampoos. She towered over the boy who looked up her whole naked form.
	
	There was a deep blush. His eyes were fixated between her legs, that moist crotch. That black fur didn't hide what looked to be a pair of red kissers. They were clean cut, everything tucked inside. Just above the gorgeous inner labia was a button. The inner labia it's self pressed together to create overwhelmingly beautiful lips. But this ravishing strange was not complete without a puffy, soft outer labia coated in short and downy fuzz. And then there was a bead, something white that clung to the vaginal entrance. There was some odd feeling he might have had a part in creating that pearly white substance which topped the pie. This was the stunning work of a goddess! "Your strange...it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen..." Marjoram could feel himself getting hard again.

	Mom just smiled. "Awe, you're only saying that~"

	"No." The boy rebuked. "It's really the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Wide eyed and straight faced, he repeated himself.

	...Really? "You think so?" Sitting down with him, she spread open her legs. Her son immediately got up close to take a gander. She didn't even have to ask! "You are a pervert~"

	Both hands on her legs to keep them open, Marjoram got a first row seat of the viewing. "Pretty..." Breathless, it drew him in.

	"That is where your weird went, inside my strange. It's a hole. And this cum," took a finger to dig out a bit of the mess he made to show, "is yours. Do you like it?"

	"Yeaaaah..." The cub drooled.

	Kim flipped open a shampoo bottle, and brought it over the boy's back. While he lay forward and looked at her pussy, she squeezed the bottle, cool semi-opaque blue viscous soap pouring over him.

	He just kept staring. The shampoo touched his back, arms, legs, and tail. But then mom gently pushed him back.

	"Lay down, please." He did so obediently. Laying on his back, mom hovered over him. Legs on each side of his body, they were open so he could continue watching his favorite show. Now the shampoo poured on his belly, and it traced from his body, to herself. Now pouring said substances on her breasts sleeking them in suds along with the rest of her body, discarded the bottle.

	Marjoram was hard again. "Oh my! Such a cute stiffy!" Their genitals touched.
	
	This seemed to break the cub out of his trance. "Uh-does-does this mean my weird is gonna go inside your strange again?!" anticipating more sex, he briefly looked at his moms face, before eyes wandered down her breasts, and locked at her cooch.

	This did not go unnoticed! "Hehe! You really like my pussy don't you?"

	"Uh-huuuh~" Stupefied, he nodded.

	"Hey-what's-that-over-there?!" Mom pointed behind the boy.

	"What?! AUUGH!"

	Mom slammed her strange on the cubs flagging weird!

	Trickery! But he penetrated her again!

	The raining indoors patted their pelts, mixing the shampoo over their soaked bodies. Bubbles came frothing up from their groins, while more foam weaved in and out of their bare fur. Like a royal ball, water danced all over, and the two here today were center stage.

	"It's time to rub and lather every part of *your* body...using every part of *my* body." Kim lay on top of the boy, protecting him from the drizzling wet. Like a shield, a protector, Marjoram was wrapped comfortably as his glans reached as deep as he could go in his adopted mom. He giggles! The child is having so much fun! And so was she. Rubbed her belly upon his belly, arms on arms, legs intertwined! Often Marjoram's legs would break away from her's to lock behind that round rump, and give some particular hard thrusts. How cute! He's fucking! Then they would rout back down to be with her soapy legs once more.

	It was the freedom of the dance-dance sensuality. He got to splay his body fully while hands, arms, legs, and feet all caressed him, slithering in this wake of steam and soap. Kim's ta-tas pressed firmly below Marjoram's bottom jaw, and it got a little too soapy.

	"m-mom! Gettin...soap in my eyes!" The squirrel exclaimed, slipping a paw away to rub his peepers.

	Well shoot, perhaps getting shampoo *everywhere* was not the best idea. All traces of bubbles came downpouring off her fur down on the boy, and into his face. "Let's sit you up then."

	Nodding and rubbing his eyes, water that was being blocked by Kim's body began to rain once again upon the child. The boy's penis unceremoniously plopped out of her vagina. He took the opportunity to sit and raise his head up and wash the suds away from his face.

	Kim got behind him, and pressed her boobs against his back, paws clasping around the boy's chest. A gasp from Marjoram, he allowed her to caress and lather his body once more.

	The soft plushness of the bouncy bosoms' prodded his mind more than his back. With a sigh, he breathed the hot vapors and relaxed shoulders as grabby hands from behind coped his body.

	"Something the matter?" Asked his mom.

	An ear twitched in her direction. "I feel sad we didn't get to play our hot'n'cold game with the cloths'."

	Oh hey! That's right! "Maybe we still can!~" She began to get up. "Sit tight, I'm going to get something for us!" Never get to use this thing with others, this will be fun!

	"Oh...okay!" The boy saw her leave for the door he invaded through, and for a moment a blast of air running in that room could be heard.

	The shower water was hot. Not scorching hot, but getting rather warm nonetheless. It was spacious.

	Kim returned after a bit with an ice blanket. Cubes of ice perforated the sheet in flexible lining, it was rolled up into a bundle of frozen water.

	The boy watched her. Her every naked movement.

	Unrolling the ice blanket, she covered the boy, and got in along under. Marjoram was at once replaced with a rain repellant, a force of cold which combated the heat and vapor. To ice and frozen waters do a shield tapered in plastic yield a satisfying result - Leaving him with words as his paw pressed against the great equalizer; "Cold."

	"Nice right?"

	The light and brown hazelnut squirrel boy looked at her. This woman is strange. But they fill one another with joy, as he's witnessed. Something he has learned is that weird things don't have to be bad, if you don't make it out to be. There is a lot he has yet to learn, like her favorite colors, and foods. Still, whether it be a calamity of the gates of chaos, or fur gripping terror in front of the jaws of divine beasts, he'd follow knowing anywhere this..."Kim" she's called herself too.

	And yet, his eyes eased into a plight. "Yes. it's very nice. Very, very, very nice." With a smile turning into a soft sob, he couldn't help but feel super joyous. He crawled
 into the lap of the red panda who held the ice blanket up. Between the body heat, vapors from the wafting showers, and a defensible shield of ice, a storm of different surging temperatures shook and rolled over his sensitive body.

	She let him get comfortable. He's going to stay with her, so anything they do...should be fine. better than the hell he told her he was going through. and...

	...
	... She can feel one of his fingers brushing against her 	privates.
	...Pervert. Suppose I'm to blame.
	...Actually If I say nothing, then I'll just 	be...reinforcing this behavior.
	...His touches are so gentle.
	...Need to tell this pervert something.

	"Wanna stick it in?"
	...As long as I do it right.

	The boy quipped. "Y-yes please. I wanna stick it in."
	
	"That's perfectly fine, but I want to hear you say that...I made you into a pervert!"

	"Hum? pardon?"

	His adoptive mother tried to explain. "B-because, admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. And...I need to admit that I'm a pervert, I like doing sex things, with you."

	"Oh! well! in that case, um, I'm happy you turned me into a pervert, 'cause I like doing those sex 'an dirty games with you, too." his mouth went to cover a giggle. "'S'funny When my Weird and you're Strange dance they go plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Hahahaha!"

	"Are you hard again?"

	A quizzical look.

	So then mom took son, to which he did never struggle and allowed all handling there of, to splay a leg of his out so she could see his sheath and balls. "Yup, you're hard. See this red pink bit at the end of your sheath? That means you're horny, and its time to fuck and cum."

	Epiphany! The boy then began to spread his mom's legs. "I get it! Your strange is for fuck'n'cum'n when I get hard!" Cock directly on her pussy, he jousted in without hesitation!

	"YES!!" holding the tarp of clear and foggy ice water over the ball burrowing boy, because bouncy bottoms bind braless breast bags. Baguettes better be blasphemy!

	It was a wild ride Marjoram was inducted to, and he had lost control. Between the cold on his back, the hot seeping through the edges, and a sudden core changing sensation erupted a premature ejaculation! It was of no use, the near liquid, yet mailable insides of this woman brought him to his knees, wailing a pitched moan! "I-I'm coming!"

	"Oh my, yes you are~" As Kim felt the boy buck once, then again a little harder while a hot sensation erupted deep in her belly. it poured out, and mixed too in their fur. His little fuzzy balls twitched on her lower labia, giving all the seed he had.
	
	The cub lay there twitching, panting, this felt...good. If only there was a way to bring the rest of the kids from the orphanage here. For some reason, this thought gave him strength.

	Strength to get on his knees, still lodged deep in her Strange, clasp both paws together, and pray.

	What was he doing...

	The little boy, is he...praying?

	Little boy... "What are you doing if I may ask?"

	"Wishing...I'm hoping the other kids at the orphanage can get away from that evil witch. When I saw your strange, it made me realize, there really is a god. So, I also wanna be thankful for you adopting me, and lett'n me cum in ya."

	He resumed to pray.

	Huh. That boy has a lot on his mind. Let him have his glowing peace. It must really feel like heaven.

	As the boy was sat up, his head tented the ice tarp. A mix of cold on his head, and immeasurable pleasure as his weird was strewing about, small twitches here and there.

	He's such a good boy, being thankful. He was happy, and so was she.

	Yet, there were others. Just like him. While being on her back with a cub between her legs did bring some...naughty fun, She couldn't help but think of her new son's well being, along with the other orphans.

	There was a way. A place. A faraway island with particular interests. They...take kids. Some strange religion. But people of all ages live together there bonking. The activities are recorded and often sold to keep the foundation running. In those videos the cubs look happy and joyous, running around and giggling. One video an Opossum was "It" playing tag, and they stroke or touch the other player's genitalia to tag them. They play not only dirty games, but also *naked* games, you see. Generally speaking, the games of touchy tag devolve into orgies before working on planting crops or educational work.

	Perhaps...But for now, she has this little squirrel stuck in her vagina, paws clasped. Bringing her right paw down from holding the ice tarp, gave a stroke of his tail, and placed on his bottom.

	Marjoram looked at her, and eased into a smile. "Catch me~" Falling into Kim, the woman instinctively embraced the boy as his head landed between her black breasts. The tarp fell flat on them.

	"Oh?"

	The cub looked at her green blue eyes, and gave a heaping thrust of his hips! "Hup! I guess I'm horny!"

	Her son started to give repeat bounces into her naughty bits. "Indeed you are!" Spreading her legs out more, right paw on the little boy's butt cheeks, her left wrapped around his body.

	"Hahaha! You like it too, 'cuz you're a pervert like me!"
His weird made many scores of thrusts in and out of his mom's strange. Those red lips of hers, they are succulent, and a god made them. He needs to appease god by depositing...his love!

	"Oh You naughty little boy~ You just like sticking it inside and cumming, don't you?" This was good. This was a good thing they were doing.

	"Yup! Gonna cum 'n' ya all night!"

	"Good boy! That's what my pussy is for!" Kim wiggled her bottom.

	"'S what it's for!" Marjoram agreed. "And your strange is sloppy!"

	The lady giggled. "Yes, I suppose it is sloppy."

	"Do ya like it when yur strange is sloppy 'an messy? All white and sticky?"

	She nodded. "I especially like my strange white and sticky. Are you going to make it even more sloppy for me?"

	"Yup!" The child proudly announced. "I saw your strange, and there was a dot of white at first. It looked so pretty! But now with this sticky mess everywhere, I think it looks even *better!* I'm gonna make it *so* sloppy!"

	"Good boy!" Kim encouraged his healthy sexual behavior.

	The child was transfixed on her vagina; As he fucked her pussy, paws roamed and manipulated those lower lips and the stickiness that was coming out of it. White creamy froth mashed between their sexes with every pump, gathering in a glop near where stringy semen stretched along the boy's shlong, reaching ever deeper into depths of fascination. Her vulva, puffy and red, took him inside where all the fun was at. Normally the cub would say no to wet, slimy, and sticky things. Not only were the labia shaped like kissable lips, but they parted in a way to reveal flesh- mailable and strong- like no other. It was...well, strange! But another thing the squirrel kid saw was some button. All the while using hips to stick his weird of cock tower as far as he could hilt in, and back out to feel the spooge lathered flesh of his newly adopted mother, there was a button. He took thumb and index finger to pinch it and-

	"Ooooooh Fuck!" Her legs swooped closed on his body and squeezed! Whatever he's doing, it's having an effect on her!

	"Keep playing with my clit! Make mommy cum! Fuck me good!~"

	*Those words buzzed in the cubs head. This button must be what is called a 'clit.' And if I play with it...my new mom will cum? ...Like she's been making me cum. And cumming feels like the best thing ever! And she's going to cum if I play with it?! I better fuck her good then!*

	The enthusiastic boy tore his gaze away from the prize spread before him and looked at her eyes. "Hold me tight, I wanna give this the best I can!" Marjoram had been sitting upright, watching his child hood dip in a pool of gunky white cream to lube the intake. But now he lay fully missionary with the ice tarp loosing some of it's cooling effect.

	Kim wrapped her legs and arms around Marjoram. "Like this?"

	The cub had some idea what he was going to do; Reach down and play with her clit while pounding her divine temple into submission!


You have no idea.
Going to screw you ragged.
Have lots of fun mom!
	~Marjoram's Haiku


	Using his joints and hips in unison, started by haste! His fingers danced on that button guaranteed to make mother burst and wail. As he did, She arched upwards and started to meet the boy's rhythm.

	"OoH Fuck! Did I teach you that?!"

	Increase the speed! increase the power! The squirrel latched onto her body with full force and gave water stomping splashes everywhere. The tarp danced with a flurry, mom's legs squeezing as her clitoris was being fondled and toyed with. pinches! rubs! fast squeezes and rapid thrusts! The boy's member gave no limit to the speed he punched through! As her back arched in wailing moans, breasts bounced heavily in circular motions; They became waves of downy fuzz lapping on a red pert tower in the ocean of breast. His head lay between these hypnotic patterns, jaggering with fast pace his hips and rumps to score with this woman.

	"FuCk! WhOlEY SHIIIIIT! Don't stop- don't stop- don't stoooooop!

	Increase the strength!

	The boy grabbed the slippery tiled floor with one paw and used it to plow. Heaving his back into it, grunted and made more effort raising his head. Kim was being blinded by the sudden lust in her loins. it were a fire full of sperm that swam in her, feeling the searing hot flesh of this little boy who is fucking her so mind blowing! Becoming shaken at her core, her button becoming a hot object! She squeezed him tightly and flopped and twitched, squirming with the sensation welling while the water in the shower room moved under her bare body.

	It was then that Marjoram heard the words he wanted to hear.

	"I'm about to cum!"

The boy smiled. He paid close attention to her face and continued his remarkable humps into flesh. Playing with her clit, he watch her face make a lot of funny ones. Smiles. Lust. Strange eye rolling. But he was doing it to her he was.

	Keep hilting! Keep hilting! Rub that button!

	Wailing or moaning, the blasting screams of the woman who's privates are being played by a grooming cub, listened. He heard her innermost cries of joy with his ears. Felt the most sensitive bits of her body with his hands. Her breath, it rises up and down with her boobs. Yet all her faces were happy, even the ones warped by neurological meltdown. He understood that look of bliss, because this woman taught him so.

	That familiar sensation in his balls yearned!

	"I-I'm cumming too!"
Jaw left agape as his release came before him, he was embraced and locked into a lovers hug. Jaggedly, the small boy bucked and hips mashed into her nethers.

	"Cum with me~!" Kim held his twitchy rump in pawfulls, pushing him in during their shared orgasm.

	"I-I am!" Blowing loads into mom is the best ever!

	Mom felt his balls tug as his powerful need to hilt ever deeper made her feel needed. It's nice to be relied on, caring for him, sinning with him. Her oven on fire, moving the maw, cries out loud - naked. Soothing rushing water heated her back as she lay. The small fun sized weight on her is much wanted, and to part with him would be like taking an arm. Pussy gripping his loinfull member, tightened muscles around the embrace of flesh.

	Marjoram felt strong forces on his cock. Each time he ejaculated, her pussy clenched ever tighter. It became so that as he was giving her his seed, it stopped spilling out and becoming creamy mashed froth. It forced the cum to push deeper- this way the boy's orgasm is longer and stronger.

	They both twitched and cried. Hugging and panting, rolling around under the tarp.

	They become limp; Breathless bags of adultery, they try to find some air in the steam. It was indeed sweaty and hot in here!

	"Baby..." Kim had to inhale, and rub his back.

	"Yeah...?" Marjoram worn out, laze there.

	"Can I...Pray with you?"

	He smiled and looked at her. "I'd like that."

	Taking the paws of a cub, she took both his in hers, and touched foreheads. She made sure to bring their paws close to their genitalia, enforcing the idea of being sexualised.

	So did the cub think on this day thus far. That baseball he hit and broke a window? Ooooooh boy, he was in crud town. Crud - crud - crud. Turns out, the owner is just a nice lady who needs attention. She very affectionate, and makes good sandwiches. She'd been showing things, naked things. Things with my...you know. That thing between my legs. Fun things. I feel oooey gooey right now, like a mess even though I'm taking a shower! How is that possible?! It's possible because of my new mom! Yup! She adopted me! I'm so happy and...I want to show her how happy she makes me! But...The other kids are with that...that...why do bad things happen anyway? I bet If I can bring all those kids here, we can live a happy life! We can all have sex, together! She's a wonderful mother! I promise I'll keep giving my messy love in her. Amen.

	Kim beheld a quiet child. Perhaps something rare. She loved his sticky messes up in her muff, it completed her. The closeness she felt as their heads touched, a paw came up to brush his cheek. She would nurture this boy, and spoil him to death. Anything he wants - Heck, if he wanted to adulterate with other women, she'd let him. Cum in her, then someone else. Then cum in her again! The idea fascinated her! If he just wants' to slut around all day, she will not only take him to some strangers house, but *teach* and encourage the behavior. I bet he would look cute in stockings!

	Marjoram opened his eyes and kissed his new mom. He said, "Are we going to head out?"

	"Not yet," Kim smiled. "I want to do something first. Let's turn all the water off though."

	The cub nodded.

	They got out from under the tarp to meet the downpour of indoor rain. Pulling levers and turning knobs, Kim shut them off. Poor Marjoram was too short! but he tried. Now in the middle of the room, water draining slowly out. Notably their crotches were full of white funk!
	
	All showers off, Kim motioned Marjoram to sit with her in the damp room. His eyes dart continuously to her crotch as he smiles and laughs. She endorses this behavior by opening her messy legs for him to see his work.

	"See all your sperm? I want you to do something that only you can do."

	Eyes glanced at hers, letting her know he was paying attention, casting his gaze back at her white frothed privates.
	"Yeah, I see." Reached out with a finger and stuck it in her sloppy hole.

	"Mmm~ Rub it all on me baby~" A few of her fingers came to stroke some lumpy cum to her navel, where they scratched it in. Stringy mess intertwined and gave a glossy look to her belly button.

	"Like...this?" The squirrel cub was bold in his attempt, took a scoop with his right paw and swiped left across her inner right thigh. Getting a splotch of mess where he wants it, began to massage the creamy spunk into her fur. As it matted and merged, the boy's seed made from silky white glossed her black thigh.

	"You're so good, I'm proud of you!"

	"R-really?"

	"Yes, you rub it in so nice, like shampooing my body."

	Marjoram giggled! "Okay! Well, um..." A pause while he looks at her red glossed and fucked strange. "I gotta fuck ya some more, 'cuz i'm hard again."

	"Oh! You don't have to ask, just do it! Anytime!"

	Marjoram repeated, "Anytime?"

	"All the time!" Kim loves it when he stares blankly at her pussy!

	With that, the cub jumped on her and began pounding right away!

	He's so eager! I guess it's my fault for letting him do me.

	At the same time the child's small yet needy meat glided through slippery flesh, the boy was spreading his cum every which way from her vulva. Getting a load on his mother's stomach, took great pride in kneading his love into her belly fur. As it became a thickened gloss, Marjoram's pace of slapping his crotch into stringy mess intensified.

	Kim relaxed by folding her arms under her head and laying on her back while being taken. Her boobs swung freely as the boy practiced adulterating her privates, and rubbing cum over her body. As he picked up the pace, the lady noticed grunts coming from him.

	Marjoram grabbed both her legs while he screwed her! The cub thrusts as deep as he could! He pulls out!
	"C-cum!" He yelps!

	Kim lifted her head up to see the little boy aiming his seed at her breasts. They splatter in ropes of hot sticky loads across her nipples, instantly glossing them in fiery cream. How did she forget how a fresh dump on her knockers felt! 

	The boy jumps on her stomach and presses his Weird into the crevasse of her tits! "Need ta...help rub it in!" The new load he spurt on his mother was now being massaged in as Marjoram took slippery paw fulls of cum laced boob and kneaded them.

	"A real pervert cums into their mom's boobs while massaging the sticky in, don't you think?" Kim winked at him.

	"Y-yeah!" A pervert *would* do that, I think!
	"Mom? can you help me be more perverted, please?"

	Arms folded behind and supporting her head off the tiled floor, closed her eyes in the basking moans of this little boy. Kim let him have at it. "A titty fuck is not enough?"

	"Well..." How should he put this? "I 'jus want you to be really proud of me, 'an you seem to like to do the dirty game with me." Legs folded on either side of the red panda lady, Marjoram's small length found a warm fuzzy home where paws also fondled breasts. "I-I wanna make you happy! So please! Teach me! I wanna be perverted!"

	"Oh~" Kim reached out and brought him down to her. "Then leave a nice mess in my titties. I'll teach you." Opened wide her maw and gave him passionate kisses!

	Marjoram keeps getting surprised at every turn! But he rolls with it, and embraces everything. It's worked so far, and has been rewarded with food and a shower.

	When mom attacks her son's mouth with slippery kisses, her boy fondles and impressed by her bosoms, titty-fucks and kisses back. Mom said she's going to teach her son how to be a bigger pervert! He's so excited! What's mom going to show him that involves his cum in the crevasse of her furry jugs?

	By sticking her tongue inside Marjoram's muzzle, Kim entices him to use his, too. Flickering and swallowing of taste buds, the cub muffled in the kiss and jerked his knees!

	As Mother heard his screams and plight, a fresh warm oozing sensation covered her cleft/. A new smile overcame her as it washed in her body heat. Marjoram lifted his head from the kiss and they flicked their tounges as saliva bound them together in several strands before making a break off.

	"I came." Blushed the cub.

	Kim began to sit up, and that was the que for the boy to get off. She opened her breasts apart to find such a pretty mess he made! Oh yes he did! Scooped it up in both her paws and slurped it copiously. Marjoram watched intently, what *was* the thing she is going to teach him!!

	She's obviously got my cum in her mouth. 
	Now she's approaching me...
	Does she intend to kiss me?
	I think she is.
	The brief moment of thinking, yea, she's intending for a kiss.

	That was it. Marjoram leapt for her lips before Kim could react fully to her about to kiss *him*!

	The child has the right idea!
	
	The cub in all audacity, sucked the cum right out of her mouth! still the lingering sensation of slime left in the depths of her muzzle - he still sucked it all out! What are you doing child! You have too much of the right idea!!

	The warmth and slick texture was clumpy and reached areas like under the lounge and between the teeth. Almost like separated gelatin, he swished it in his mouth hitting the roof deciding this was very cool. "Mmm." It was bitter, in a good way. Salty, spunky, the semen dripped and tangled in his mouth all the while enjoying the simplicity of receiving this from a kiss.

	One more look at his questioning mother. Is he perhaps suppose to...was she waiting on him to do a thing?

	So Marjoram swallowed his own cum!

	Kim was shocked! She watched the lump follow his throat and drop!

	A gulp. "...Was I not supposed ta drink my own cum?" 

	Mother brought a paw up to her mouth in astonishment! A wide, stupefied pause that seemed to stretch her smile and felt like she were wearing rubber bands on her cheeks! A heavy breath. 

	"You..."

	"Me...? The boy was so confused!

	"You are possibly a bigger pervert than me, my son. Would...would you do me the honors of teaching me how to have sex?"

	Marjoram literally fell to the ground laughing!
	"Hahahaha! *What?!* nu-uh!" He sat up.

	"Yes really!" Kim cheered him on! "Just about everybody gags the first time they even try cum in their mouths. I know I did! and you just...swallowed it all! I'm *super* proud of you!"

	Gasped out loud and bit his bottom lip. "So...you love me?"

	That was a heavy question. Of course she does! "Son, I love you more, now that you are a lot more perverted."

	"Yus!" that was a win for him, no matter the philological damage it may have caused! Still, he came to stroking his dick.
	"You want me to teach you how to have sex?"

	An enthusiastic nod from his mother gave the confirmation. "Then I wanna cum on each other!" The boy plopped his bottom in front of his mother, as they splayed their legs before one another.

	"Oh! This sounds fun! So, we are going to masturbate until we cum on each other?" Kim saw how passionate he was about this, and helped him dig even deeper.

	"Master...bate?" Legs spread apart, stoked his little boy hood up and down. 

	Instead of berating his intelligence, helped him understand. Taking her ring and middle finger, dug and pressed between her vaginal lips. "I'm masturbating right now!"

	Marjoram gasped with knowledge! Looked at him stroking himself! "I'm masturbating!"	

	"Indeed!" soft of voice and happy. Her body was sodded with sticky lumps of swimmers, more notably around her pubic fur. 

	So Marjoram played with himself, looking at his mother's Strange. The tucked lips were brimming like red roses that caught a heavy snowfall of slick white. He *was* sure, there was no god. Why would god, if existed, let the things happen to him and his brothers and sisters in the orphanage? If god existed, they would not let the house of heinous atrocities to warp little minds into unforgettable pain and misery. That is what he thought, until he saw this red panda's Strange. The perfection, flawless masterpiece was proof to him that such a thing which he's never witnessed before, could never be a coincidence. That it is a creation. Such a bauble, a relic, an artifact recovered in this day and age to be presented to his privates. Is this Strange that's on this lady an object of love? It sure is! It's also an object of worship! A god had indeed made creation this Strange which his mother now fingers and rubs the button there of. Why, even the juicy noise of her self manipulation is even enough to convince him, that debauchery of her privates is a holy act. And-

	-And during Marjoram's inner monologue, Kim had arched her back and let loose! The boy was far too pussy focused to notice his mother cry out, but he did see the magic lips pulse! The lower kissers convulsed on herself; Crushing sperm, ruptering orgasim until burst the smooth of fleshy skin, spraying her squirts for all to see.

	It came to pass that Marjoram was finally baptized. This was pure. He was being hit, splashed with a colorless, odorless liquid. Life is sweet, Marjoram found tasting the gushing fluid. Seeing that he had stopped stroking, fondling his throbbing body.

	Kim watched as the squirrel blinked with an open, drunk slack jawed expression. Is her wet genitalia really that much of a deal that he won't break eye contact with? He keeps looking, staring at her crotch. He is a good boy. Good and perverted. He adores her pussy, and she keeps watching him stare deep at it. With that in mind, the adult took the lips and parted them, letting the eagar child look closer.

	The meaty puffy red lead down a flower's hole. The cub looked closer, and closer. His face smashed up against the opening slit, breathing in the musky scent and lavishing his lips and tongue deep into sublime flesh! Kim's back arched once more, bringing moans and holding his head during the oral. It was then she noticed not only was the child licking and kissing, he was *drinking* copious amounts of their sweat, spooge, and juices. He was sucking the surface of the vulva, gathering that sticky stuff with gulps and downing it no problem.

	Getting the semen deep inside is probably what he's wanting now. So the red panda pushed her lower abdomen, privates pulsing and pushing the spunk. As some found escape, it was immediately licked clean thoroughly.

	Even though all the cum was all gone (from her Strange,) the boy continued to kiss, and lick. Cheeks smeared with his own love, he wanted to become accustomed to this.

	Kim encouraged him obsessing over her pussy. It felt right, and honest. "Oh Marjoram, my son. Did you clean me?"

	With a smile, he admired her now cleaner Strange. "Yup!" Though he spoke, he did so without breaking eye contact with her privates.

	"But you are still hard, right?"

	The cub didn't care about that, peculiar as it is. The question went in one ear, and out the other. "Mmm." He simply grabbed her lower lips with his muzzle.

	But I *have* to make him cum! It validates me as both a woman, and a loving mother!

	Okay, Kim will have to use Marjoram's fixation on her mound to her advantage. Right now, her legs are open as she is sitting up, and he is eating her out. The Goal; Get him on his back so they can do a Sixty Nine while maintaining his pussy ravaging. She really doesn't want to interrupt his healing, so the goal of having him glued to her cunt is an absolute.

	First, Kim had to tuck her legs in under the knees, as to lift herself up a bit and begin the process of semi-standing. Using arms and tail as balance, moaned and clutched his head and dug his muzzle into her flaming muff. That boy...! He's just getting her more wet as he laps at *his* fabulous cunt! Mercy! But predetation must go on! Pushed forward while the boy toppled backwards! A yelp as he was afraid to be separated!

	Marjoram was led into a slow fall. Kim kept his head still with both paws secure, pushing firmly into her sticky bun. As the mess he lapped nearly brought her to her knees, she was able to get the boy on the tiled floor on his back.

	For the moment, Kim enjoyed sitting upon his face, gyrating as boy tongue probed her insides. "Oh fuck!" Legs had fallen as the squirrel laid on tile floor, splaying his legs behind the back of the kind lady.

	The woman was a little concerned over him suffocating, so she lifted up some. "Do you need to breath-?"

	"No-mph!" Pulled her back down and shook head with motions to stretch the elastic skin! Tongue inserted with wiggles, nostrils flaring with musk and salty sweat. 

	I fear for my boy. 
	Marjoram, are you healing? 
	This will mend your soul.
		Kim's Haiku~
	
	Not so much a second thought and the lady brought to her clitoris, two fingers. To be rubbed in a clockwise position, the child glistening his mouth with yummy samples of everything delights.

	This funny lady was already showering him with moans and blunders of gaffs and yelps, pitches of shouts as he ravages her muff! Super static scream in a wail as fingers rubbing her button let out a water fall! An area behind the skin, there is a hole below the fun button. 

	"Drink my Happy Juice!"

	The adulterated child gasped; This will make him so much most happiest!

	Gaping strange shot out a torrent! Thus is was caught in wanting squirrel boy mouth, body pinned on the floor to be sat upon and guzzling nectar. Braced the body, swirling tongue, engulfing orgasim excitedly! Gnash the juices! Suck between the teeth! Down the throat hole most delightfully!

*A splashy they come 'an a splashy they get!
You cum so hard on wetten knees.
A splashy they come 'an a splashy they get!
Up in the hot muff oh yes please!

Heeeeey Mom! I gotta cum on your tits!
Heeeeey Mom! Show me where it fits!
Heeeeey Mom! How 'bout you give me a sit?
Heeeeey Mom! Can I drink from your slit?

Together hug'a'bunch- dance chaotically. 
Shift da hips! 
Move those lips!
Slurp it all down erotically!

Wrought into legs the're very cushy.
shapely and red- a superb pussy!
Run from deranged, cry for a change!
Seek out that thing we called a strange!

A splashy they come 'an a splashy they get!
Stranges sure are full of happy juice!
A splashy they come 'an a splashy they get!
All this sex lets me feel so loose!*

	As the strange lady came into the cub's mouth, she would rotate her clitoris clockwise in rapid succession to ensue all the fluid was his. His huffs were getting more jagged, and heavy breathing, large sniffles- is he crying?

	Marjoram sobbed into her vagina, drinking her juices. 

	"Hello?" Kim lifted up and looked at him.
	
	Eyes began to get a little puffy with redness. "Y-yeah? -hic-"

	"Are you okay? Is this too much for you? We can stop anytime."

	"-Sniff- Oh I'm 'jus happy, is all. I think I'm so happy that I'm crying!" He smiled at her.

	The red panda lady examined his smile. 
	It is pure!
	Genuine!
	Filled with elated jubilance!
	It were in fact, not a lie.

	It touched her heart.

	"O-oh, just checking on you dearie." Satisfied, sat back down for him to resume eating her out.
	
	Maybe I'll attempt to spin around later to suck him off, he's healing right now.

	Marjoram is healing.

	That repeated in the woman's thoughts. 
	She looked at the boy slurping as she would with a funny skewed face.

	No! If he's healing, he needs all the sexual gratification he can get his adorable little paws on!

	She *needed* to give him a blow job, for his sake!

	"Please forgive me!" She detached him from the pussy to turn around!

	"Muh!" Marjoram reached out momentarily before Kim's privates were back in his wanting face once more.

	The lady had turned around, and now that cliterus clit of cliterdom faced toward his chiny-chin-chin.
	
	*Lap lap lap lap lap lap*

	That squirrel boy is still at it! 

	Spectacular! Kim jumped upon that small length of meat of his! gobble it up and devour! Pink-red flagged and disappeared- mouth came and covered it. His legs widened at slurps, spazzing up and down! Womanly arms locked around scrawny legs, opened with ease and sucked! Below belly and navel of the instigator, led and beheld. Fathomed the wretched display of a played slit! Bow before the scum of the Earth which has taken a little boy! House flying at the beat of the thumping pulse, heads divined to sticking in legs and slurping copiously, arousal, forever comprehending the monstrous beasts of knowledge! The power to touch the spirit has all but been found. We, the offspring of cognition, have discovered vigour!	

	The two remained oblivious to the world around them, keeping heads down and fed. It was so that the very confused red panda, lady Kim who forgot her identity, toppled over the cub to perform fellatio. Just the same, a needful yet gullible squirrel child comfortably found home underneath to perform cunnilingus unto her temple of flesh and sin.

	As the Lady was focused with legs spread, beheld tiny ball sack ever so gently. Only a little lift for them with the palm from the bottom, they need not swing, for they can rest easily. And it was in this caress of his scrotum that the red panda felt them move and strew about, It sort of feels like he is about to-

	"Mm! Mmmmph!"

	Kim's face blasted with adolescent ejaculant! Almost got in her eyes! Closing them, the adoptive mother stroked his hardened- if thin- length with both paws and kisses.

	With every stroke of Marjoram's cock came an up ruptured rope of semen! Spurting in the kisses, Kim's cheeks splashed in ooze, covering her chin and muzzle with large globules laid covering her face, then went down on him once more.

	"Eimmph!" The cub twitched with moans bellowing out more like squeals as he was emptied. Try as he might, but the day has finally caught up to him, and now lay motionless upon the tiled bathroom floor. An air of bleariness, The cub's licking became less and less zealous, fatigue setting deep in the bones as lethargy swept over the soul.

	With every lick of his dick, The boy trembled over the power that rose up in sensitivity! By now his kissing thereon lower lips had ceased, and only thrusts his hips upwards in reflex.

	One final suck from Kim as she put the entirety of his penis in her mouth, and rose up along to follow it until it made a Pop! sound, leaving behind a trail of gunky goo all over her face.
	
	Sensing that her new son is finished, rolled off him unceremoniously onto her back. With fingers gliding on her face, she felt the swimmers sleek texture, flatting it in cheek bones, jaw, and even the flexible ears. 

	Proteins are good for the skin, she heard.

	The cub lay beside this woman, just the opposite way. In his haze he seized the wet tiled floor with his paw to reach-reach-reach! To grab...!

	...Her hand.

	Watched him move his limbs weakly and stretched out a hand for his to grab hold. So Kim completed the circle with her own realizing will to reassure him.

	Quiet drips formed from faucets and showers. The ice tarp long been sitting and thawed from being it's once frozen shield.

	There was much silence to contemplate. Marjoram is being mute, for he is sated. Clear of mind, clear of the Blargin Fedibble no-hip (He had no idea that would slow him down.) As it were, the glow of bliss had set into the eyes, making them weightful with pounds

	It has been a long day. Seek restbit for now.

	With a just turn, the strange lady can almost finally rest upon her laurels as well. Blackened arms slicked with coats of semen picked up the boy for a wanting abduction. Sperm pooled breasts held the cub secure, and they walked out of the bathing room to dry the cubs cum in the coil heated fanned pod, ensuing the stickiness stayed with them and got all crusted up in lumps of fur jetting off in rows of cow licks. Eventually, they came back to the bedroom to enjoy one another's company, and find slumber.