David woke up and felt that his arms were bound to the bed-posts. The fifteen-year-old red fox immediately panicking and trying to tear at the restraints, his groggy state rendering it hard for him to do much. He turned to his clock, and saw that the small display read “12:45 AM” in bright red numbers. 

“David, baby,” cooed a soft voice from the shadows. It was familiar to the boy; he knew that voice as belonging to his mother. Cheryl was a much larger red fox with breasts that had grown to immense size over the years from birthing healthy boys for the Matriarchy’s labor force, herself belonging to the Party’s upper echelons. “Don’t struggle sweetie, mommy tied you down for a reason.” She explained, and walked from the shadows of his room into the weak glow of his salt lamp.

She wore a black garter belt connected to equally black stockings that ran up to her thighs, though the laced panties she wore was practically transparent and teased the shape of her pussy to the cub. She wore a matching bra, the straps straining against her impressive tits.

“M-mom?” David stuttered, his hazel eyes widening as she approached the bed and crept onto it. She straddled her son, the older fox dominating him in size and weight. She gently ran her fingertips over his bare chest, lovingly, until her hand was close to the waistband of the boxers her son wore to bed.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this, sweetie.” Cheryl explained, biting her bottom lip as she slid her fingers under the waistband and felt up her boy’s cock. “Mommy has been… needy ever since they took away your older brother. I tried to resist, I really did,” she sighed, longingly as she gripped her son’s flaccid shaft and began to stroke.

The younger fox wriggled, arching his back by reflex, but he tried to plead with her to stop. She’d told him that he was safe from molestation because she was part of the Matriarch party, and he’d enjoyed many benefits of that.

“Shah. Mommy knows best. You’re growing up, and soon you’ll be old enough to be conscripted.” Cheryl’s eyes fell from her son’s face, and she stopped stroking for a moment to reflect on her baby’s future. “I want —no, I need another baby.”

The Matriarchy’s United Nations was constantly at war with other countries, mostly third-world expansions for the Matriarch’s pleasure. It had little to do with natural resources such as oil or gasoline, since these could be synthesized and most of the United Nations ran on solar energy now; It was more for the population. More labor. More adult males to absorb into the slave force while breeding hermaphrodite genes to form new, dominant women capable of reproducing while younger boys were kept as breeding stock. 

Cheryl’s rank was of no consequence to the Matriarch’s conscription policies. Her son would be sent to Africa, and he would likely perish. Her older son, Chris, had been given to one of her Russian colleagues, and since then Cheryl had been left with David alone. 

Chris squirmed under her, reminding the older fox of what she’d come into his room to do. She didn’t want to deal with him struggling or resisting, so she’d tied him down in his sleep. Normally that would’ve been a difficult task, but Cheryl had been smart enough to slip some sleeping pills into his dinner. He wasn’t really supposed to be awake right now, but the older fox had to admit it would be better with her able to see his eyes.

Without a sound she slipped his boxers down, exposing his thickening cock to the cool air of his bedroom. Chris tried to scream but Cheryl simply stuffed his own boxers into his mouth to gag him, “Now baby. Mommy doesn’t want to be rough,” she hissed, taking hold of his left nipple and twisting until he gave a muted scream, “But mommy has a duty to the Matriarchy and so do you. So, you can either be a good boy and let mommy breed you, or you can be bad and I’ll go get the whips and chains.”

David lay still after that. Cheryl was his mother, but she was also a dominatrix of a woman. She’d dealt with misbehaving boytoys before, and the thought of earning himself that level of mistreatment put the fear of god into him.

“Be my good little boy,” she whispered, leaning forward to nibble on her boy’s ear seductively. He gasped, but he didn’t protest.

She felt content, and the older fox reached to slip her panties to the side, exposing her wet mound. She’d been playing with herself before; and honestly her pussy was a sloppy mess. Strands of her femcum clung to the panties, and dripped down onto her boy’s shaft. 

Cheryl kissed his neck as she guided the tip of his swollen cock into her damp slit. Both moaned together in pleasure as she took him inside, feeling his throbbing length go down to the hilt with ease. She wasn’t virgin tight, but she was snug. She was her son’s first fuck, and she’d oh-so-recklessly stolen his virginity.

David couldn’t speak, his voice coming out in a rush of pleasured moans and grunts as his mother began to move her hips and bounce against his smaller frame. She did so slowly at first, but gradually built the intensity until his bed-frame was creaking and squeaking under them.

Cheryl leaned back, putting more force into her hips while playing with her tits. “Mmmf! Baby you have such a big fucking cock…!” She cried, practically ripping her bra off and tossing the piece of lingerie to the side so she could play with her pierced nipples.

David didn’t last long after that. He came, but Cheryl continued to ride him. The feeling of his warm cum flooding her pussy driving the fox MILF up the walls, and she only got rougher and more animalistic. She needed more. One orgasm quickly blurred into dozens, and soon David’s crotch was completely soaked in more than six or seven loads of cum. His balls, sore from the constant pumping, could barely muster up anything else.

Cheryl had climaxed half of that number, but she wasn’t tired or satisfied yet. Growing bored of cowgirl, she decided to switch it into reverse. David watched his mother’s ass bounce up and down as she adjusted her positioning, his cock not once leaving her needy walls.

“Cum for me you filthy motherfucker! You’re mommy’s little slut! Fucking cum for me!” Now in reverse cowgirl position she continued to hammer away at her son until finally she felt a mind-shattering orgasm rip through her and her legs burned from over-exertion. David joined her in her final orgasm, feeling her walls milk him for every drop he had left. He gave it to her, too, although by now his loads weren’t that heavy in volume. His groan of pain and pleasure never came, and he choked on it for a few moments instead.

Cheryl held him inside as she attempted to catch her breath. Her skin was hot, her heart beating like the drummer of a metal band; and her pussy was a mess too. She couldn’t help but grind a little, watching his face contort from the hyper-sensation she’d caused. “That’s my boy,” Cheryl purred. She pulled off of him, letting his femcum soaked cock take a break. 

“Take a few moments baby, Mommy needs to drink something. Then we can go again.”