"'Ey, come on, Dodger, man!" The giddy, gruff voice of the feisty chihuahua exclaimed, bouncing in place on the couch as he watched the show in front of him.

Sitting besides him was the overweight sophisticated bulldog, but more importantly, in front of them was the lovable great dane, and their street-savvy Jack Russel Terrier leader, engaged in a time-honored intellectual battle of wits.

Both Dodger and Einstein had their elbows firmly on the table and their hands clasped against one another's, pushing them down against the table in an endeavor to claim victory. Both their eyes were closed in intense concentration and their faces were scrunched up from their exertions.

Rita watched this display with a due sense of boredom. She knew that the boys would be at it for quite a while, and she had no intention of participating.

"Flex, Einstein." Francis insisted, watching the arm wrestle with interest, clutching his handful of doggy treats along with Tito. "Apply further pressure into your upper biceps."

The dog's arm began to quiver. The strain was evident as both of the canine's arms were trembling from the pressure.

"He's weakening!" Tito announced excitedly. "Come on, Dodger! Pin him! Pin him, man! I know you can do it!"

"Give him no edge!" Francis advised. "You're stronger than he is! Perhaps not in cognitive capacity, but even so!"

The terrier growled, pushing even harder against the dane, while his friend and opponent did the same.

"Wanna... Throw in... The towel yet... Einny?" Didger asked between grunts, smirking despite his strained tone and sweating forehead.

"What... Towel?" Einstein asked in response, sounding genuinely puzzled by his metaphor.

"Never mind."

"This is just silly." Rita huffed, rolling her eyes as she read her magazine. She was starting to think these boys might be a bad influence on Oliver.

He had been living with them for about 6 years now, and Fagin & the gang had raised him like a son. He was a big part of their family, and had even become somewhat of a marolling the gang, always willing to help those who needed it, however he could.

But still, Rita couldn't shake the feeling that they might not be the best role models. Technically, they were criminals, given their profession, but it wasn't like they were robbing banks or holding people at gunpoint... Or preying on the poor, like a certain "businessman" and his two doberman that they knew.

Still, Rita felt the need to protect him, and try to keep him away from this stuff, which was why she often got frustrated when Oliver seemed to copy the boy's less-than-ideal antics. She was the closest thing he had to a mom, despite not even being the same species of anthro, so it was her responsibility to look after him, and teach him right from wrong on a daily basis...

Speaking of daily, she hadn't seen him all day. It was almost lunchtime, and she was growing concerned. It wasn't like him to be cooped up in his room all day, unless he was in trouble.

"Hey, guys, have you seen Oliver?" Rita asked, looking around the houseboat and not finding a trace of him in the main room.

The guys didn't seem to pay any notice to her question, having been too involved with their little match.

Dodger had taken the edge, but only slightly. They were both straining themselves, their faces were red, and their bodies were quivering from the intensity.

"¡Patéale el trasero! Come on, Dodger, man!"

"Struggle until your strength falters!"

Sighing from their ignorance, the saluki placed the mag down and headed for the bedroom part of the boathouse,in search for her pseudo son.

"Oliver?" She called, opening the door and glancing inside.

There was no sight of the orange kitten, much to her disappointment, though it was hard to see much of anything, really.

His room was in quite the state, even for the conditions of the boat in general. His clothes were spread about on the floor, his bed hadn't been made and his toys were all over the place.

She scoffed at the state and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Boys will be boys..." She muttered, getting to work in cleaning up the mess.

A few minutes passed by, commencing the routine that she was sure most actual mothers have had to do before at some point or another, until the room was back the way it was.

But as she came across his bed, something about it struck her curiosity, once she lifted the pillow to get it back in place.

The moment she picked it up and turned it on its side, something fell out of the case and onto the floor besides her, prompting her curiosity, before her eyes widened when she got a load of what he was hiding.

Slowly, she placed the pillow back on the head of the bed and reached down to retrieve the little item of interest, holding it up to get a better look at it, feeling her heart beat louder when she recognised it.

"These..." She began, holding them up higher and confirming her concerns. "These are my..."

***

The door to Tito's room slowly and sneakily opened from the inside, the kitten quietly making his way outside of it with his literature in hand.

It wasn't the first time he had borrowed his wrestling magazines, and he always made sure to give them back as soon as he was done with them.

Sure, he was grateful for the comics that the guys had gotten him, but these ones were way cooler, more graphic and gave him ideas to defend himself from bullies... If they weren't that much bigger than him.

Smiling in anticipation, the cat made his way through the hall, past the main room where the guys were still going at it, and iinto private dwelling.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he was surprised to see his room not only looked better than when he left it a few minutes ago, but his mother figure was there waiting for him, sitting on his bed with her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed, with a look that was a mixture of anger and disappointment.

"Hi, Rita." He greeted with a sheepish smile, quickly hiding the wrestling mags behind his back.

The saluki didn't say anything in response, instead just glaring at him silently, before beckoning him closer.

Hesitantly, he obeyed, approaching the feline until he was in front of her.

"Y- Yes?"

Rita then pulled her hand out from inside her jacket, revealing the source of her disappointment, holding them in front of his face.

Immediately, Oliver felt his blood freeze, dropping the magazines as well as his jaw.

There, dangling from her finger, were the panties he had gotten from the dirty laundry the other night.

He had managed to hide them for days without getting caught, but he hadn't counted on Rita actually being inside his room.

"So." She began, raising her brow. "Want to explain?"

The panicked look on his face told her everything, but she still wanted to hear it.

"I- Uh- W- Well, y- you see, Rita... It's- It's not what it looks like." He stuttered nervously, sweating as he looked for any exit from this conversation.

"Oh? Then tell me, young man. What is it?" She asked, her tone cold.

The orange kitty's eyes darted left and right, before he gave up and hung his head in defeat, though he still didn't have an answer.

"I... I w- wa..."

"Hmm?"

He didn't respond, feeling tears build up on the corner of his eyes.

Seeing his sorry state, the canine closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh in her mind. Her fears were being realised.

Oliver was growing up. He was going to be a teenager before she knew it.

It was a good thing, of course, but that didn't mean it was going to be easy, especially if he was going to be doing stuff like this.

She'd have to nip it in the bud, before it got out of hand.

"Oliver. Please sit." She requested, gesturing besides her.

He did so, though his body language showed he was expecting some sort of punishment, and honestly, he couldn't blame her.

"Sweetie." Rita began, her tone softening a bit, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why did you take my underwear?"

"I- I don't know..." He confessed, whimpering like a scared child... Which he was.

"You do know, don't you? What wereyou doing with them? Tell me the truth." She requested, her voice gentle but firm.

The cat sniffled, looking at the ground.

"I- I- I've just..." He began, his breath shaky as the tears fell. "I... I wa- was sm- smelling them..."

She nodded at his answer, her expectations confirmed.

"How long have you been doing this?" She asked, squeezing his shoulder in an act of comfort.

"A- About a w- week..." He sobbed, his shame growing as he spoke. "I- I'm so- sor-"

"Shh, it's okay." She reassured, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm not mad, honey."

"R- Really?" Her not-son asked, daring to look up.

"Well, I'm not happy..." She confirmed, nuzzling his neck. "But I understand. You're getting older, more curious about things. Especially girls."

"Girls?" Oliver repeated, blinking as his tears stopped.

"Yeah. It's natural that you're getting curious about girls. That's nothing to be ashamed of." Rita clarified, kissing his forehead. "I'm going to help you with these confusing times, but I need you to listen to me, okay? You have to promise me."

He nodded, wanting to know what she had to say.

Rita smiled, wiping his tears with her thumb.

"Good. First, I want you to know that, even if you're getting interested in girls, doesn't mean you can just steal their underpants. It's rude, and if a girl catches you, she'll never think of you the same. That's the sort of thing perverts do."

"I'm not a pervert!" Oliver claimed, pouting as he glared at her.

She giggled at his face, slowly leaning in towards it with a sinister look.

Then, without warning, the saluki quickly pecked his lips with her own, startling him.

"Wh- Wha- Wha- W- Why did you-"

The bitch laughed a little louder at his reaction, enjoying his stunned face at her sudden movement.

"What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy your first kiss? And by a pretty girl, nonetheless." She teased, her eyes narrowed playfully.

"N- No, I- I- I did!" The boy stuttered, blushing intensely at the thought. "W- Wait, I- I mean- N- No, I didn't- I- I didn't mind, it's j- just- Y- You're a g- girl, a- and you're-"

His boyish rambling was cut off when he felt her holding his hands, leaning her head down to get on level with his.

"Here, I'll let you take the lead this time, then~" She offered, closing her eyes and puckering her lips for him.

Only now, when she was this close to him, did he acknowledge how beautiful she was.

Her fur was very soft, her hair was nice, and her lips looked very inviting.

"Uh- U- Um..."

Not wanting to lose his opportunity, he quickly leaned up and tried to kiss her, pressing his lips against her.

It was hardly the best, but the saluki didn't care, though. To her, this was her precious baby's first real kiss, and she couldn't have been happier to be the one recieving it.

He abruptly pulled away from her, panting a little from his inexperience, looking down bashfully as she giggled once more.

"Aw, were you nervous? Don't be. I'm here to teach you." She assured, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Now, this time we'll use our tongues, too."

"T- Tongues?" He parroted, unsure of what she meant.

"Don't worry, it'll feel nice." She guaranteed, slowly leaning her head forward. "Just trust me."

The kitten hesitantly nodded, closing his eyes as she approached, until their lips made contact again, though he kept his mouth open this time.

She was true to her word, inserting her tongue tongue his little mouth, quickly establishing dominance and exploring it.

It didn't take long for Oliver to feel overwhelmed by her actions, surrending his maw to her.

"Mmfh, mm~" Rita moaned, pressing her muzzle against his own as her long wet tongue coiled around his, the two appendages dancing in his mouth, leaving a trail of her saliva.

After a couple minutes, she pulled away from his panting maw, a string of her saliva still connecting them, smiling at him.

"Hmm, not bad. But you could still use some work." She informed, giving his hand a squeeze.

"R- Really?" He asked, sounding excited.

"Really, really." The canine confirmed, before getting up off the bed and standing infront of him. "But, I think it's time we got more comfortable, don't you?

Before he could respond, she pulled her jacket off and let it fall to the floor, before reaching for her shirt, causing him to gasp and his eyes to widen, blushing as he beheld her actions, his heart beating faster.

"Wait, Rita, you can't- What about-"

"Don't worry, hon." She shushed, tossing her shirt on the bed, and giving him a view of her chest, her large breasts covered only by her black bra, striking a pose for him. "Ahhh, that's better~"

"Whoa..." The kitten whispered, admiring the sight before him.

He had never seen a naked woman before, human or anthro, and he didn't expect Rita to be so... Buxom.

"Like what you see, Oliver?" She asked, giggling and winking at him. "Or do you want to see more?"

"Uh- I- Uh, y- yeah- I- I mean- I- I wouldn't mind." He stuttered, still in a trance from her beauty.

"Well then, take yours off, first~" The saluki offered, sitting down besides him and leaning in, before whispering into his ear. "I'll be happy to show you my chest if you show me yours~"

"O- Okay..." The excited kitten nodded, pulling his top off and letting her see his little pecs and tummy.

"Oh, isn't that adorable?" She commented, rubbing his chest with her hand. "Your fur is so soft, sweetie~"

"Th- Thank you..." He anxiously replied, not sure if he should ask for her to take off her bra like she promised.

Smiling at him, she reached back and undid the clasp, before pulling the garment off of herself, showing him her naked, unrestrained, natural tits.

If he had ever seen a pair of breasts, he would've known how to evaluate hers.

They weren't exactly huge, even looking smaller bare than they did in the bra, but they were large enough to draw his attention. Besides, it wasn't like he could afford to be picky.

"Go on. They're all yours, darling~" Rita offered, pushing her chest out.

The feline gulped, taking a deep breath, before slowly reaching out and holding her tits in his hands, feeling the soft mounds and weighing them.

Rita could feel his shaking hands, signally how nervous he was, and honestly, it was rather endearing.

He was still a boy, after all, so it wasn't like he'd have the experience.

"Do whatever you want with them~" The anthro encouraged, smiling at him. "Squeeze them, pull them, lick them, suck them, play with them, whatever~"

Oliver blinked, feeling her boobs a little longer, before his hands went up and gently cupped her nipples, rubbing his thumbs against the strange feelers.

"Ohh, that's nice, honey~" The anthro encouraged, growling softly as her nipples grew erect under his touch. "Play with them a little more, and I'll let you see what else I've got~"

The cat didn't need telling twice, his curiosity driving him to play with her tits more.

He pulled and pushed her tits together, apart, massaged them, pressed them, squished them, rolled them, fondled them, pinched them, everything he could think of, each one eliciting a moan of pleasure from the female.

"Ohhh, yes~ Such a fast learner~" She purred, her eyes closed and her smile wide, loving the treatment her chest was receiving.

After a short while, she stood up and faced him again.

Before he could ask, the bitch reached for her denim shorts, unbuttoning and pulling them down, leaving her only in her matching black panties.

"Go on, take them off. Let me see yours." She urged, winking at him.

Without saying a word, he obeyed, sliding his trousers off and revealing his boxers, which were sporting an obvious display of pride.

"Ooh, someone's excited~" Rita remarked, bending down to get to his level. "I'm sure you want to see my butt, don't you?"

"Um, yes, please?" He asked, his erection twitching as it struggled to escape his underwear.

The canine smirked, standing back up and placing her hands on her hips.

"You first, sweetie~"

Nodding, the cat hooked his thumbs around his boxers and slid them down without a second thought, his erection popping out.

"Oh my, aren't you the stud~" The saluki remarked, licking her lips at the sight of his cock.

She was lying, of course; it was tiny. Not that she cared. She didn't mind teaching him about the female body, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun in return.

"What a proud little trooper~ And all over an older girl like me~" She teased, feigning a flustered look at his raging boner.

"I- It's not- I- It's just- Y- Y- You're-"

"Shush, honey~" The bitch teased, turning around and sticking her behind out to him, raising her tail out of the way. "Go ahead. Do the honors~"

The feline took a deep breath, before hooking his fingers under her waistband and pulling the panties down, her plump rump and her tight pucker being revealed to him, as well as her squishy doughnut thingy underneath it.

His heart pounded like thunderbolts, his eyes wide and his body tense as his gaze was firmly locked onto her ass.

"Don't be shy~" Rita invited, wiggling her butt in a seductive manner. "Have a good look, and do whatever you want~"

Oliver swallowed nervously, before he slowly reached out and placed his hands on her butt, causing her to let out a small giggle at his touch, before his hands spread her cheeks, getting a good look at her lady bits.

They were glistening like morning dew, the smell wafting towards his nostrils and entering his brain.

He had never smelt anything so... Strange, but so pleasant.

"Well? How does it look?" She asked, glancing at him from over her shoulder.

"Um... Pretty." He replied, before he realised what he had said. "I- I mean, uh- It- It looks g- good, i- it smells l- lik-"

The inexperienced kitten didn't get the chance to finish before he found himself getting upclose and personal with her posterior, once she reached her arm around and forced his head inside.

"Oh, I'm glad you like the smell, baby~" She teased, grinning and biting her lip, while her pussy quivered as her juices dripped out onto his face. "This is where girls get pleasure from~ Just use your tongue, and it'll feel amazing~"

He didn't have a choice, the musk of her slit overwhelming his senses, so he gave a few hesitant licks.

"Mmmf~" The bitch moaned, his rough little tongue being a new sensation for her, but not one she could say she didn't enjoy. "Come on, baby. Be bolder~"

"Like this?" He asked, before diving back in and licking more of her nether regions, his nose touching her asshole.

"Yes, yes, like that~" Rita purred, her voice heavy with lust. "This... Is how boys get girls excited~"

The cat's licks got rougher and quicker, her juices flowing freely and drenching his face, and his member getting harder from the taste.

"Oh, Oliver~" The older anthro growled, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back in bliss as she was licked out of.

It was getting too much for her, and now that she was all hot and bothered, she decided it was time to bring their first lesson to an end, in the only way she knew how.

Pulling his face out of her rear with some reluctance, the saluki turned back around and positioned herself over him, her cunt hovering over his little rod.

"Mmmm, you're making me feel so hot, honey~" She cooed, smirking as her face dripped with lust. "I need something else to cool me off~"

"Wh- What is it? Do you need water, or ice?" He asked innocently, looking mildly concerned that he may have done something wrong in his attempts to please her.

Of course, his obliviousness made her giggle sweetly, lowering herself some more to his level.

"Oh, I was thinking something a little more... Stiff~" She teased, her vagina getting closer to his throbbing erection. "Something long and hard, to quench my thirst~"

"Y- Your- Wh- What?" The confused kitten parroted, not understanding what she meant, due to his inexperience.

Without explaining further, she sat herself down on his crotch, impaling herself on his rod, her tight, dripping, hot folds squeezing his meat in a vice-like grip.

"A- Ahhhhh, R- Ritaaaa!" He exclaimed, surprised by the sudden tight feeling around his shaft, his toes curling and his eyes rolling back.

"That's it, baby, feel that nice, warm, wet hole squeeze and massage your cock~" Rita encouraged, beginning to bounce up and down, moaning in pleasure as his small, stiff, hot piece of flesh filled her up.

In truth, he was hardly that stimulating, but it was his first time and she loved him, so she might as well roll with it.

As the pair went at it, her eyes fell on the pair of panties she had come across that started this whole session between them, causing her to smile as she picked them up.

"Of aaaaaall the girls in the city, hundreds of sweet, adorable little kittens you could go for, you want an older lady like me~" She taunted, holding the panties up to his face, letting him smell them.

The combined scent of her pussy and her butt filled his mind with a haze of lust, his dick throbbing even harder inside her.

Looking up at his mother figure, her beauty was once again reinvigorated, the way her hair flowed, her beautiful hazel eyes, her soft fur, her big, bouncy, boobs...

"Oh, Rita! R- Rita!" Oliver moaned, panting like crazy, feeling something building up inside of him. "M- Mom!"

That little outburst took her by surprise, the anthro raising her brow at the term, but not minding it.

"Oooooh, Oliver~" She growled, picking up the pace. "I can feel it building up~ Go on, show mommy how much you love her!"

The cat's hips moved up and down on their own, thrusting deeper into her as he could feel the pressure build more and more, before they reached the point of no return.

"Hhhnnnn, m- moooooom!" The kitten exclaimed, finally exploding his juices out of his cock and inside the hornyy bitch's cunt.

"Ooooohhh, babyyyyyy~" Rita moaned, feeling her cervix being pumped full of his hot, fresh, seed, taking his load easily.

Once he was done, he went limp, his head resting against the pillows and his breathing heavy.

Rita waited for a moment, before epulling herself off him and standing up, smirking down at him.

"Now, I hope you've learned a lesson, dear~" She teased, turning around and picking up her clothes off the floor. "Mommy loves you very much, and is happy to help you with anything you need. But next time you want a sniff of my leftover naughties, just ask. Okay, honey?"

The kitten didn't reply, prompting the bitch to turn around and see if he was too amored with her naked body to speak.

Instead, his lack of response came in the form of a soft snore, the tiny cat already soundly asleep.

The bitch giggled, shaking her head in amusement.

"Oh, Oliver." She whispered, picking her panties back up and preparing to put them back on, before she had a better idea.

With a light sigh, she walked over to his bed, pulling his blanket over his tired naked body, placing her dirty undergarments in his hand as she tucked him in, giving his forehead a peck.

Once she was done getting dressed, she made her way to the room's exit.

"Sweet dreams, my sweet boy~." She bid, before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.