Lyndran took a deep breath as he stepped into the living room. Finally, a moment of quiet. The crackling of the fire in the hearth was the only sound within the tall marble walls, but he barely even registered it. The young dragon's mind was still too preoccupied with the busy, noisy ceremony he had just left, and his heart thumped in his chest as he looked over his shoulder at the mate the shaman had assigned him.

"How does it feel to be one of the adults now, Lyndran?" Miriam asked, a warm smile on the large dragoness’s slender snout as she sauntered toward him. Like him, her glittering, sky-blue scales were covered by black coal markings, swirls and waves covering their bodies as good luck charms.

"Odd. I feel odd. That ceremony was like a dream. Just things… happening, one after another," Lyndran muttered, abashedly pawing at the ground as he hesitated to look at the other dragon. "Also, did the shaman really select you as my first mate, M-mom? Or did I misunderstand what she meant?" As if the suggestive comments he had received from the other attendants of the ceremony hadn’t already made it clear enough…

"Yes, she's chosen me to assist you with the rite of love, dear," Miriam purred. She ambled past Lyndran and made herself comfortable on a colorful, woven rug in front of the fireplace and beside a low marble table with a bowl of fresh fruit and berries. Then she patted the spot beside her. "It's a rite every young dragon undergoes to show that they're no longer whelps, but actual, proper members of the tribe with all the perks and requirements that come with it, like being able to start a family."

The young dragon hesitated, cautiously glancing at his mother while trying not to stare too much. "I mean… I guess, and it's not like you're… not pretty or anything," he stammered, underselling how beautiful the mature dragoness in front of him was. The smoothest, shiniest scales he had ever seen veiled her tall, svelte shape, a pair of majestic wings was folded against her sides, and there was a magical purple luster to her blue body and white belly. Her horns were curled with an aesthetic curve, her slitted eyes twinkled at him with a bright, shimmering blue, and most importantly, it all belonged to the gentlest, kindest being he knew, but was that last part really a surprise? "B-but you're my mom. It feels weird to be doing this r-rite with you, of all dragons."

"I must admit that it's not common for the shaman to choose such a close relative for someone’s rite of love, but the spirits know which partner suits them best, and in your case, that happens to be me," Miriam explained, fluttering her eyelashes at her son. "My wonderful boy~"

A deep red blush shot onto Lyndran's cheeks. "But I've never seen it happen before! How often does this even happen?"

"Once every decade or two. It's a rare occurrence, but not never, which makes it all the more memorable," the dragoness replied while she casually rolled onto her side, exposing her light underbelly to the male. "Also, no need to be so coy, dear. It's just the two of us, and we're here to consummate the rite of love, so I don't mind you taking a closer look at me. Or two. Or however many you like because we're in no hurry. Take all the time you need, sweetie."

Lyndran nodded, but it took him another moment and all his courage before he glanced at her again. With a thumping heart, he took in the view of her smooth white scales and the vent right between her hindlegs, a sliver of glistening pink embraced by a pair of soft, slightly puffy, and protruding folds. It wasn't the first time he saw a female's slit. After all, they were all naked, save for the occasional piece of jewelry or fluttering ribbon, so he saw slits every day, including that of his own mother, but he had never actively thought about it. Nor had he ever thought about the fact that she was a sexual being with carnal needs, urges, and desires like him, which got him blushing even harder.

At the same time, the sight of the enchanting dragoness stirred a different heat inside the male's loins. Where his mind was still struggling to comprehend this situation, his instincts teased the first hint of his member out of his sheath, his tip parting the stretchy, scaled fold with a soft smack. The accompanying tingle made him wince and bite his lip, and his embarrassment surged as his mother's eyes reflexively flicked down to the origin of the noise.

Mostly out of shame, Lyndran stumbled toward Miriam and lay down beside her to hide his peeking tip from her curious gaze because unlike her, he wasn't quite ready to show himself off yet. "How are you able to stay so calm about this, Mom?"

"Shall I let you in on a secret?" the larger dragoness cooed, leaning toward his face for a nuzzle.

"A secret? What kind of secret?" Lyndran whispered, looking at her with a shiver and big eyes.

"I'm only looking that calm on the outside, dear. Inside, I'm just as excited as you are since this is my first rite of love since my own," she admitted. "So it's as special a moment for me as for you."

"You’ve done this before?" the young dragon wondered, only to bite his tongue when her tinkling giggle reminded him that, of course, she had done this before. "I- I mean, how was it for you?"

"As odd and awkward at first as it probably feels for you right now."

"B-but it got better?"

"Yes. I shared my first night as a proper woman of the tribe with Gero, and our blacksmith has a heart of gold," Miriam said, tilting her head and scratching her chin as she recalled the memory. "I still remember how we talked and talked and talked until it was almost midnight. Then we got closer, cuddled, and finally, he licked me, sliding his tongue deep inside me and working it against my clit for almost half an hour. He made me cum several times that night until I was completely spent."

"O-oh," Lyndran muttered. Something about the way his mother described her first time to him made him feel hot and cold, embarrassed and excited at the same time, even if he couldn't quite picture what the giant black dragon had done with her.  Almost too embarrassed to ask, he stammered, "And did you do anything more? D-did he put it inside you?"

"No, he didn't. He suggested it, but I wasn't ready for his… girth back then," Miriam chuckled, shaking her head before she nudged her son's shoulder with her snout. "That's the thing about the rite of love. It's all about sharing a carnal night with another adult of the tribe, but nowhere does it specify how you spend it. We can simply cuddle with you humping against me until you cum. I can lick you. You can mount me and put it inside me. Whatever you feel comfortable with. However far you want to go, dear."

However far he wanted to go? Lyndran's muzzle was ajar as he tried to process her words. No longer dancing around the topic, it was all up to him to decide how to proceed. It seemed like he could spend the whole night just cuddling with his mother, but her words got him thinking. Her enthusiasm and confidence got him thinking. Her beautiful body and plump vent got him thinking, not to mention how her titillating assets stirred another tingling surge of heat inside him. "However far I want to go?"

"Yes, sweetie. I’m open to talk about whatever you want to talk about, and I’m eager to try whatever you want to try," she purred. Still on her back, she glided one forepaw down between her legs and spread her wet, glistening slit with a soft smack.

Lyndran thought he thought even harder, but to no avail. Even though he had ideas floating around his head, of licking or mounting his own mother, the very dragoness who had given birth to him almost two decades ago, it felt so wrong to even think about it. Instead, he looked at her curious blue eyes and muttered, "I'm not sure, Mom. If you… if you were in my place, what would you do?"

"What I did on my own first time: lie back and let my partner take care of me."

"Y-you would do that?"

Miriam nodded without hesitation. "Gero did it for me, and I'll do it for you," she replied, prodding his shoulder with her snout once more. "But no rush, dear. Take all the time you need, and get onto your back whenever you're ready for me to take good care of you."

Forelegs crossed, Lyndran stared at the flickering, crackling fire in front of him. Then he looked at his mother again. Her smile was as warm and encouraging as before, a playful twinkle in her eye as she waited for him to make up his mind. But what would she even do once he indulged her offer? What would it be like to get licked by another dragon? By his own mother? It wasn't that he wasn't curious to find out, it was just…

That's when the little sky-blue dragon realized that he had run out of objections. Nobody was forcing him, nobody was forcing her. He just needed to lie back and let her do what she was clearly eager to do, passing on her experience to him, her son, and he slowly, ever-so-hesitantly uncrossed his forelegs and rolled onto his back, wings tightly clenched against his body.

Blushing the hardest he had ever blushed, Lyndran squinted at Miriam’s wings as he didn’t dare look at her or his own embarrassingly peeking tip. "I- I'm ready, M-mom."

"Wonderful, dear," Miriam chuckled. Movement came into her large, glittering blue body as she turned toward him and bent over his chest. For now, she ignored his throbbing sheath and glans and nuzzled his softer, lighter scales on his underside with her snout, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in his scent. "Do tell me if it's too much, though, okay?"

Biting his lip, Lyndran nodded and whimpered, "O-okay. Also, what are you doing there, Mom?"

"Getting a good feel and sniff of my best boy, dear," the dragoness purred, her hot breath washing over his belly as she lovingly nuzzled her way down his body.

Inching closer and closer to his sheath, the anticipation alone sufficed to rouse a powerful prickling inside him, teasing out another inch of his glans. It was glowing red and shaped like an arrow's tip, adorned with a tight, drop-like slit and rimmed by thick, squishy barbs. Not to mention that it glistened with sweat and overflowed so much with his musk that he muttered, "Also, sorry that I'm so smelly. I should've bathed."

"Bathed? When? On the way home?" Miriam giggled, shifting her snout across his abdomen until it bumped against his tip.

An embarrassed shiver raced through the young male as his mother took another deep whiff. He hid his face behind his forepaws, not even daring to peek through the gaps in between.

"No, don’t apologize. It's fine. I love your scent, Lyndran," the dragoness lilted as she rubbed her snout against her son’s throbbing tip, sampling more of his musk with heavy huffs. "All grown up and potent." She parted her lips and darted out her tongue, washing her wet, hot taster around his peeking glans with a naughty slurp. "So delicious and big. I can't wait to see what more you're hiding in that lovely sheath of yours~"

Lyndran gasped as his mother prodded the edge of his sheath, only to plunge her tongue into the gap between his skin and shaft. Her long, slippery muscle made him intensely aware of every bump and barb on the still-concealed part of his member, and her sniffing grew even more enthusiastic as she drooled all over his sensitive tissue.

The stimulation not only made the young male’s cock throb and flex as it coaxed it out of hiding, inch by inch, and it also made him clench his claws and groan with shaky pleasure. He had stroked himself before, but it didn’t even come close to the tingling thrill of getting licked and kissed by another dragon, and not just any dragon. His own mom was kissing the side of his tip with the same love and tenderness with which she usually kissed his cheeks and forehead, and when she followed it up with a wide, wet lick across his swelling girth, he sputtered out, "Ah, this is so much better than doing it myself. Almost too good. I- I'm not dreaming, right?"

"No, you're not dreaming, dear," Miriam giggled and lapped up the bead of sticky pre that was forming on his tip, swallowing it with a wet gulp. "And I'm glad to hear that it's better than jerking yourself off~"

Lyndran yipped in embarrassment. He didn't mean to mention his masturbation habits in front of his mom… who was currently returning her open muzzle to his growing cock, huffing and drooling profusely as she lashed her long, forked taster across his fuck meat. The absurdity finally cracked him up. Overwhelmed, disbelieving chuckles escaped his muzzle, only for his voice to melt into another breathy groan when she briefly took his whole tip into her maw and sucked on it. He arched up and pressed his forepaws against his chest. "OoooOooOh, this feels amazing!"

"And it looks amazing, too," Miriam cooed between eager slurps.

"What looks amazing?"

"Your cock! You're so big, dear. Bigger than Gero, even," the dragoness said, wrapping both forepaws around his member to lift it up and show him. He had never paid much mind to it, but she was right. Three feet of fat, flexing cock meat towered before him, the glowing crimson interspersed with pulsing blue veins and adorned with more fleshy barbs and ridges along the underside from tip to sheath, and when she dropped it back down, it landed on his scaly underside with a heavy smack, the glans on his chest within a foot of his chin.

"O-oh, but it's not too big, right?"

"No, it's absolutely perfect, honey," Miriam chuckled. Wrapping her paws around his huge, swollen nuts, she gave them a loving smooch each. "Honestly, I should've known from how much you're packing down here, but I didn't expect you to be this well-endowed. And with so many fun features too. Fuck, I can't even tell you how much I love it." She pressed her snout against his sack and inhaled its sweaty musk with a deep huff before she slid out her tongue to spit-wash it. Getting each orb glistening and dripping with her saliva, she worked her way back to the tip of his fully engorged rod, slathering every inch with more of her spit and affection. "So tasty too. Ah, you're such a snack, dear."

His mom's praise and ministrations turned Lyndran into a groaning, shaking heap of bliss. The onslaught of stimulation left his mind swimming with pure lust, and he wasn’t the only one getting more aroused by the moment. 

Every moan that slipped from Miriam’s muzzle was wetter and needier than the last, and her tongue's dance grew wilder and more passionate with every lick and slurp. Her forepaws joined the fun as well, cupping her son’s sack, rolling and kneading his orbs, stroking his sheath and shaft, and tugging on his sensitive, swollen barbs.

"Ah, it's so much! So good! I- I don't think I'll last long if you keep going like that, M-" Lyndran's needy whine got stuck in his throat as he was once again struck by the fact that he was getting serviced and worshiped by his own mother. That she was about to make him cum. He looked at the dazzling dragoness, his muzzle ajar and drool dripping from his chin, and she looked back, her hot pink tongue pressed against his tip and both of her forepaws wrapped tightly around his girth. Both lust and love glowed in her eyes, her need and eagerness more powerful than ever as she longed for his cock, for his seed, for him.

There was no turning back, the young dragon realized. He would never be the same after tonight, and everybody knew it. The other dragons had teased him about it, but none of their words hit him as hard as the realization that the whole tribe now knew that he had shared his first time with his mom. But he no longer felt ashamed about it, and while the kindest, prettiest dragoness peered at him with boundless affection and desire, his remaining reservations went up in smoke like the logs in the fire before them. Not even thinking about it, he blurted out, "You're so beautiful, Mom."

"Thanks, handsome~" Miriam giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Do you think I'm hot too? Sexy?"

With his heart pounding in his chest, Lyndran nodded. "Yes. Very. Very hot, and v-very sexy." He tripped over his own tongue, as it still felt and sounded very wrong to talk like that about his mother like that, but also more right than ever. She was scorching hot, after all. Then, with an even more nervous whisper, he asked, "A-also, can you keep going? Please? It- it feels so, so good when you l-lick me, Mom. So much better than anything else."

"Of course. Everything for my handsome sweetheart tonight," the dragoness purred with a wink. Then she shoved her muzzle back against his spiny rod, showering all three feet of his thick, giant dong with slobbery licks and twice the passion. The sounds she made weren't the prettiest as her messy snorts, needy grunts, and sloppy slurps resounded through their vast living room, but her noisy love made the rush even more intense.

Already, Lyndran was gushing pre unlike ever before. Literal spurts of the sticky, goopy liquid spilled from his throbbing tip, splattering his face and chest with a distinctly salty aroma, and a powerful tension started to seize his breast and loins. An orgasm was building inside him, but what would usually take him minutes to reach with his own paws now happened so quickly that he barely had time to squeal, "Ah, Mom, I'm getting close!"

On cue, Miriam shifted her head away from his rump and toward his chest, aligning her open muzzle with his drooling, flexing tip. "Yes! Don't hold back, honey," she moaned, pumping his shaft with both paws while circling his glans with her tongue. "Let it all out! Give it to Mommy!"

At her last word, the young dragon succumbed to his pleasure. With a resounding wet pop, a fat, swollen knot burst out of his sheath, and all that pent-up tension, all his doubts and worries, all the awkwardness and embarrassment unraveled in the most intense, explosive orgasm of his life. He tossed his head back against the rug and howled, a scorching flare erupting from his muzzle as he was no longer able to form any coherent words or sentences to describe the otherworldly, perfect bliss that melted down his brain. However, the fire bursting from his maw was nothing compared to the spurts of thick, gooey seed that churned in his clenching, gurgling sack and rushed up his flexing rod.

Lyndran’s cock bucked and tensed so violently that Miriam could barely hold on to it. Then he squirted a huge, sticky wad of cum into her face, dousing her cheeks, lips, and open muzzle with his hot, virile essence. It was so much and came out with such force that she choked on it, coughing on the taste of his first spurt while his throbbing fuck meat already pumped out the next spurt, and even more was on the way, visibly bulging his urethra on the way to the tip while the bulb at the base swelled to the size of a ripe pumpkin.

Spurt by spurt, ounce by ounce, the dragon showered his mom with his hot, musky semen, covering her scales until no more hint of blue was left beneath the goopy, dripping white. He no longer even saw the blue of her eyes, as she squeezed them tightly shut while she stubbornly weathered and eagerly embraced his torrential outpour, muzzle still wide open as she gagged and gulped down his cum. But she ultimately couldn't handle all of his excessive load, letting go of his shaft and tilting her head away from his tip to swallow the muzzleful and catch her breath with deep gasps.

All the while, Lyndran kept nutting like a gushing geyser. His body was tense as a bowstring and his paws and tail were curled and clenched against his body while his cock bucked and jumped on his chest like an unruly beast, shooting ropes of his cum everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Not only did he soak Miriam's chest and his own, but the floor and rugs around them, the marble table and bowl of fruit beside them. Not even the fire in the fireplace could escape his eruption, hissing and almost going out while he kept breathing fire with a mindless roar, lighting the room with his blazing breath.

The young dragon's climax lasted just about a minute, but it felt like a heavenly eternity to him, and soon, the living room looked as if a whole orgy had taken place inside it with puddles of cum on the floor and dripping off the walls. Gradually, his cock stopped throbbing, his nuts ceased their noisy churning, and his messy spurts faded into a trickle while his mind cleared from its bliss-broken state, leaving him a panting, shaking, and cum-soaked heap on the floor.

It took Lyndran a sluggish look around and another moment of thinking to comprehend the utter mess he had made of the place and his mother. "O-oh, Mom! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get it on you! And it's all over the living room too. Oh no…"

"No, don't be sorry, honey! It's fine! It's nothing we can't clean, even if you came a lot more than I expected," Miriam raved, nuzzling her son’s cum-soaked cheek with a squelch. "What better way to celebrate your first time than with a huge mess?" She licked the goopy, stringy seed off her snout and smacked her lips. "Delicious~" Then she wrapped her foreleg around his chest, cuddling up against him with her muzzle pressed against the crook of his neck.

"Okay," Lyndran muttered. Looking up at the ceiling, he licked his lips and unintentionally sampled a taste of the sticky mess he had made. It wasn't great, but not terrible either, just a new flavor among many. Besides, it hardly mattered compared to the whole flurry of thoughts and emotions that was swirling through his mind now that he could think somewhat clearly again.

Had that really just happened? Had he really had his first time with his mom? The mess on her face was confirmation enough for that, yet the dripping white goo everywhere, on her and the stone furniture, gave it something surreal and dreamlike like it was only a figment of his imagination.

All the while, the young dragon’s giant cock remained a throbbing red constant in the corner of his eyes. Four feet long now, thanks to the massive knot at the base, it had never grown that big before, and it usually receded into his sheath all on its own, but right now it stubbornly refused to retract. His arousal also hadn’t fully disappeared either, only fading momentarily while he pondered the strangeness of his situation, but when he looked at the big, beautiful dragoness beside him, his lust returned with a vengeance and a powerful, almost audible flex of his rod.

That was also when Lyndran realized that she hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and with a blush, he asked, "By the way, how are you feeling, Mom?"

"I'm feeling great, dear. It's such a delight to watch you melt with bliss."

"But you didn't even c-cum yet, did you?"

"Don't worry about that. I can take care of that later," Miriam dismissed his concern with a wave of her paw. Then she turned to look at him with a curious grin. "Why do you ask?"

Lyndran abashedly pressed his forepaws together, hemming and hawing for a moment before he suggested, "Maybe I can help you with that?"

"Oh?" the blue dragoness gasped, the tip of her tail thumping onto the floor with sudden excitement. "I'd certainly appreciate your help, honey. What did you have in mind?"

"You said we can go however far I want to go, right?" the young dragon asked.

Miriam nodded, a big grin growing on her muzzle. "Yes. However far you want to go. So, how far do you want to go?"

"Well, you said that sometimes… dragons go for more, but I'm not sure how to put it…"

"Do you want to mount me? Do you want to put it inside me? Do you want to put your huge, delicious baby maker inside your momma and fill me up until I look like I'm due for laying a clutch of eggs?" the dragoness suggested with a raunchy sing-song.

A mighty thrill rushed through Lyndran as his mom said what he still barely dared to think. His blushy embarrassment was contrasted by a violent flex of his rod, a spurt of leftover seed and fresh pre gushing from his tip and streaming down his shaft to leave it with a glistening layer of lubrication. Yet, her last few words gave him extra pause, and he wondered, "Are you sure that that's a good idea, Mom? What if I accidentally actually put a baby in you? I don't think I'm ready for that yet, especially not with you."

"You're not wrong, honey, but you don't need to worry about that," Miriam replied. Loosening her hug around him, she rolled onto her back and parted her hind legs, teasingly spreading her vent with her forepaws. The foreplay with him had left her outer folds puffed up and plumper than ever, while her inner pink folds clenched and fluttered with audible smacks and squelches, soaked with her nectar and emanating a sweet, intoxicating aroma. "The good luck potion from the shaman also makes me unable to conceive for the next few days, so you can cum inside me as often as you want, handsome."

The promise hidden within the dragoness's words excited Lyndran even more, and he nodded, shakily getting up on all fours. "You're really fine with me m-mating with you, Mom?"

"I'm as wet and ready for you as can be, dear," the dragoness cooed, curling her tail around his to playfully tug him closer. "So come here and shove your fat, juicy cock deep into my pussy already."

Lyndran trembled at the sheer, raw lust in his mother's voice and gleaming blue eyes. She was no longer just indulging him for the sake of the rite, but craving him with true desire, desperate for him to bury his rod in the same hole that had once laid the egg with him. That stray thought made him pause for another heartbeat, but not for any longer than that. After all, everybody knew that he was fucking his mom tonight, so why not make the most out of it? And who else could claim they had made passionate, carnal love to their mother? Who else could claim they had such a wonderful, gorgeous dragoness as their mom?

Where the young dragon's first step was hesitant, his last was all the spunkier for it as he climbed onto Miriam, wrapped his forepaws around her chest, and glided his giant, barbed member against her soft, warm underside. With his heart pounding, he declared, "I love you, Mom. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Lyndran," the dragoness replied, taking his head with both paws to pull him closer to her face. Their eyes met, then their lips as she shared a brief kiss with him. "Now fuck me, stud, and don't hold back. Give me all you got."

"Yes, Mom!" With a hasty nod and flutters in his chest, the young dragon slipped out of his partner’s embrace and moved back, dragging his cock across her soft belly to her slit. Fortunately, he had no trouble aligning himself with her entrance, as his tapered tip naturally slotted into the hot, moist crease between her folds, but her contractions made him stop with a breathy moan as they squeezed and rubbed against his sensitive glans. "A-ah, are you ready?"

"Ready as ever, dear. Now get to it!" Miriam demanded with a needy bark, playfully smacking his butt with the end of her tail.

With a surprised yip, Lyndran bucked his hips and glided the first few inches inside the mature dragoness's slit, only for his jaw to drop and his tongue to flop out with a deep, wet groan as her snug, hot channel wrapped itself around his whole tip like the most wonderful hug. "Ooooh, it's so warm and tight. This is the best thing ever."

"And you've not even put it all the way in yet, silly," Miriam giggled, only to burst into a blissful squeal when he suddenly thrust deeper, and deeper, and even deeper.

Inch by inch, his mother's pussy embraced him like a long-lost lover as he stretched her out and kept her singing with every row of barbs he pushed inside her, rubbing and grinding the fleshy hooks against her sensitive walls with the wettest, noisiest slurp. "This is getting even better," he whimpered, struggling to handle the divine rush of stimulation that flooded his mind. This was superior to the mattress of his bed, superior to his paws, and even superior to her tongue and paws, and he was only about halfway inside her yet with two more feet to go.

Unfortunately, Lyndran's journey found an abrupt end when his tip prodded into a squishy, but seemingly impenetrable barrier inside the dragoness. She screamed and clenched up hard, spit and fire spraying from her muzzle as he pushed into it with a forceful thrust and groan, and although his growing lust demanded more, he stopped immediately. "Mom? Are you alright? What was that?"

"M-my cervix," Miriam burst out once she recovered her breath. "That's the entrance of my womb you're knocking against, my dumb, stupidly handsome boy." Gripping his head with trembling paws, she peered at him with half-lidded eyes and her tongue dangling from her open muzzle, the most blissed-out grin on her lips he had ever seen. "But I didn't ask you to stop, dear. Keep knocking. Keep thrusting. Keep fucking me with that huge, perfect cock of yours!"

Her words were the young male’s command. Since he couldn't go deeper, he instinctively yanked his hips back by a foot and dragged all those swollen, fleshy hooks on his breeding meat across her channel to make her scream once more. A bright flare erupted from her muzzle, only for her to choke on her own spit, which left her coughing, moaning, and whining when he inexorably shoved his cock back inside her again, and out, and in.

Lyndran's first thrusts were still sluggish as he struggled to maintain a tight grip on Miriam while her tight, clenching channel deluged his brain with a mind-breaking rush of stimulation. Sure, the stimulation was of his own making, but it was so good, so intense, so addictive that he couldn't have stopped even if he had tried. Not to mention her needy cries and whines, the drool spilling from her open muzzle, that horny fire in her ice-blue eyes, and especially her exhilarating, explosive squeals every time he shoved his tip against her sensitive cervix and rubbed against it for another moment before pulling back again.

"You're the prettiest dragon in the world, Mom," Lyndran finally blurted out while he slammed his rod inside her with a resounding squelch. "I love you so much!" She choked on her drool again as he dragged his barbed fuck meat out. "This is the best night of my life."

Miriam's response was an even hotter, wetter squeal of bliss, her tail wrapping itself around his hips as he picked up his pace. Not to rein him in, though, but to rile him up further with feisty smacks and slaps.

Spurred on by his mother, Lyndran poured every ounce of his lust and passion into his feral pounding. No longer was he able to articulate his bliss, grunting, huffing, and drooling onto her chest as he tried to claim even more of her hot channel and finally sink his whole fuck meat inside her, but to no avail. The angle wasn't quite right, her cervix stubbornly barring him entry and his frantic rhythm wavering as he struggled to keep a good hold of her.

"Ah, more. This is so good, Mom, but I want more!" the little dragon finally squealed out in horny frustration.

"Yes, me too, honey!" Miriam whined, reaching for his head with quivering paws. With a tug, she fought for his attention, and once his eyes met hers, she said, "Stop ~ah~ thrusting for a moment, dear. Ah, p-please, I know ~aaah~ how to make this even better."

It took Lyndran all his focus to even just slow his desperate pace, but he trusted her, so with a strained, deflated groan, he forced his hips to pause their instinctive movement. Paw clenched around her chest, he muttered, "O-okay. What now?"

"Pull out and get off me for a second, dear. While I love seeing the joy in your handsome face, there's a much better position to do this in," the large dragoness explained.

The young dragon whimpered, unwilling to relinquish her divine depths. Knowing how good it felt to mate with her, he wanted more, not less.

"Please, I promise you'll love it even more," Miriam cooed, meeting his hesitation with a kiss on the muzzle.

Lyndran wrapped his paws around her cheeks, sharing the kiss with a soft whine. Then he broke away and finally extracted his cock from her plump, loose pussy with a wet squelch. His giant rod was soaked and glistening from tip to base with their mixed juices, and as he climbed off her, watching her beautiful backside alone kept him throbbing and spurting literal ropes of pre onto the already cum-soaked rug. "You're so… hot, Mom."

"Thanks, honey. You're such a sexy stud yourself," the dragoness swooned as she dragged herself on all fours in front of the male. Lifting her tail and lowering her chest against the floor, she bared her luscious backside at him, her tight pucker and drooling cunt flexing and winking with a burning need. "Now get on top of me. Mount me like your dad and put that fat, juicy baby maker back inside me."

Trembling with excitement, Lyndran dashed forward and jumped on top of his mother. He wasn't entirely sure why, but her presenting her butt like that triggered his primal mating instincts, and he got into the right position before he even knew what his legs and body were doing. Tightly hugged against the much larger dragon's back, her size proved somewhat of a challenge as his hind legs weren't long enough to reach the ground, but he managed to find some proper purchase on her thick, soft thighs, digging the claws of his hind paws into her scales to stabilize himself. "Like that?"

"Yes, that's perfect, dear," Miriam gasped. "Now fuck me!"

With an eager nod, the young dragon thrust forward, but he only managed to glide his huge, swollen dong across her slit and abdomen, smearing her scales with a fresh spurt of pre. He pulled back, but his lust interfered with his attempts to align himself, his hips bucking with random, barely controllable need whenever he was about to align his tip with her slit. The struggle left him growling, grunting, whining, and huffing through gritted teeth as he tried to overpower his uncooperative instincts, thrusting harder and harder. "Hnnggh, I'm trying… can't get it in!"

"Slow down, honey! Take your tiiiiiiwaaAAAaah…"

The dragoness's voice twisted into a guttural scream when Lyndran finally fit his tip back into her pussy and immediately pushed forward with all his might, spreading her hot, wet depths once again with a wet slurp and a breathy squeal of his own. "Yes! Yes! YES! This is even better!" And it was only getting better from there. Perched on top of his mom, he could go faster than ever and twice as hard too, slamming his huge, barbed rod inside her in a frantic blur.

Still, the little dragon struggled to go deeper for another dozen wild thrusts before it finally happened. Accompanied by Miriam's guttural howl, he pushed his tip through her cervix and into her womb, greeting her innermost depths with a big, sticky splash of pre. "Ah, you're even tighter now!" he squealed, and his vision blurred with bliss as her insides suddenly contracted violently around his shaft.

The billowing ripples grew even more intense when Lyndran pulled back, the fleshy hooks around his tip tugging on the most sensitive parts inside his mom, and she screamed even louder, letting the entire village know that they had taken the next step. That he was deep inside her, deeper than any dragon before him. Nevertheless, her spit-spraying, fiery roar made him pause. "Mom, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"N-no, I'm ~ah~ f-fine. It's just… you're so deep… cumming… aaaahhh," the blue dragoness whimpered, digging her claws into the rug underneath her. Her whole body was quaking and tense as steel, aside from her furiously contracting cunt, her eyes rolled back so far only her black sclerae were visible. "But please, don't leave me hanging, honey. Fuck me! Ram your huge fucking cock inside my womb and knot me!"

Miriam's words evaporated Lyndran's worries in a heartbeat. With a heavy grunt, he thrust forward, slamming his tip against her loosened, trembling cervix, stretching it open, and returned to the place he had once emerged from for the second time. Then the third. Fourth. His every plunge was joined by sloppy smacks and slurps, mindless screams and howls that only became more intense on the way out. Wrapped up in his mom's orgasmic contractions, the receptive male quickly lost himself in his lust. Desperate for more, he was no longer able to think among the storm of stimulation that pelted his brain, and where his thoughts melted into bliss, his body moved as if on its own, his instincts turning his movements into another wild, frenzied rut as he claimed his first mate with relentless passion.

Thanks to his mother's orgasm and sublimely tight womb, the young dragon was rapidly barreling toward his own high on a roaring wave of pleasure. A titillating tension resurged inside his loins, and before long, his knot joined the action again. Swelling and inflating with powerful throbs, it turned his rapid pounding into a much choppier affair as it slipped in and out of his partner's gushing, convulsing slit with wet, meaty pops. "Ah, Mom, I'm getting close again!"

"Yes! Cum for momma! Knot me, honey! Knot me and give me every drop of your thick, hot cum!" Miriam cried out, tearing apart the rug as she came even harder in anticipation.

"Yes! I'm gonna cum, Mom! I'm gonna cum inside you!" Spurred on by her cry, Lyndran poured all his strength into the last few thrusts before his knot fattened so much that he could barely force it inside her anymore, and the next time he buried his giant, veiny bulb inside her, it would no longer come out. He still tried, yanking and tugging on her pussy with gritted teeth and drool spilling down his chin, but to no avail. He only made her scream even harder, massaging every sensitive inch of his buried schlong with such ferocity that he unraveled into the most intense climax of his life. "I'm cumming!"

For the second time today, the young dragon's mind melted down with ultimate bliss. With his muzzle wide open and his tongue hanging out, he threw back his head and roared, unleashing a flare so massive it scorched the ceiling. However, the burst of fire was pathetic compared to the flood his clenching, jumping sack churned up for his partner, and with a wet gurgle, his flexing fuck meat spilled the first rope of his thick, virile baby batter inside her with enough force to distend her scaled belly. The powerful gush had her howling in unison with him, and she just kept crying out with perfect bliss as the initial spurt seamlessly transitioned into the next.

"This is so good! You're clenching so much! This is the best thing ever! The best day ever! Mom, I love you so much!" Lyndran squealed, his voice a barely comprehensible blur of syllables. But even if she didn't understand everything he said, the horny energy in his words was almost as potent as the torrent he pumped inside her with almost painfully vigorous squirts and throbs. Ounce after ounce burst from his tip, his cum vein was visibly swollen and bulging from the sheer amount of fuck milk rushing through it, and as he painted his mother's womb, flooded her tubes, and inundated her ovaries, the shaman's concoction doubtlessly worked overtime to prevent his virile swimmers from giving him new siblings.

All the while, Miriam was squirming and writhing in her orgasmic struggle as her body tried to defy the potion. The merciless rut, the wonderful barbs raking her channel, and the diluvial outpour of hot, gooey seed made her hormones go haywire. Her contractions grew so furious that she was splashing Lyndran's quaking nuts and the floor several feet around them with her sticky juices, and the rug underneath her had turned to curly strips she clawed and ripped even further apart. "YES! Breed me! Breed me, honey! Breed me until I can't walk anymore!"

The dragoness's mindless plea unlocked something even more primal in her son, and with a feral snort, he started to buck his hips again. She wanted more, he wanted more, and their tie eventually yielded to his uncontrollable urge with a resounding shlorp as his knot dislodged from her plump, gushing cunt. Pulling back by two feet, he kept painting every inch of her channel on the way out, only to displace the gooey filling when he slammed his cock back in, drops and squirts of his stringy, sticky cum splattering from her stretched folds to join the messy puddles on the floor. Most of it still went inside her, though, as he sealed her entrance shut with his veiny, swollen bulb once more. Then he yanked it back again, dragging out her pussy lips by three inches before he untied her with a meaty pop and another messy gush of their hot juices.

"Fuck! I love fucking you so much, Mom! I wanna fuck and knot you forever!" Lyndran howled out, not once thinking of who might hear him. It wasn't like he cared anyway as he lost himself in his otherworldly orgasm, desperately, mercilessly knot-fucking the larger dragoness through their shared, mutual bout of bliss. This was perfection, and it was getting even more perfect with every thrust and second, as the rush seemed to never end, soon to span entire minutes as his unbroken eruption left its mark on her body.

Dumping literal gallons of his cum inside Miriam's womb, it wasn't long before it started expanding to accommodate his immense load. The scales on her abdomen stretched and her belly grew fat and round with her own son's sperm. If it hadn't been for its wet sloshing and sluggish wobble, any oblivious passerby would've mistaken her as heavily, utterly pregnant with the largest clutch the village had seen in decades, but instead, it was the biggest load she or any other female in the village had ever experienced.

Sadly, the moment of blissful perfection wasn't as endless as it first appeared. Eventually, Lyndran's eruption ebbed, and with it, his energy faded and his thrusts grew sluggish and unsteady until he was no longer able to push his knot inside his mom. Instead, he collapsed onto her huge, soft rump, hugging her with all four legs and his tail with the rest of his tensing, swollen cock still stuck inside her, blessing her with the last few squirts of his potent load.

However, the young dragon soon lost his grip on her slippery, cum-soaked scales and he dropped to the ground behind her. Lying on his back with his four-feet dong pointing straight up like a lighthouse, he ended up in the perfect position to get showered by a splashing outpour of her hot nectar and his own cum from her gushing, gaping vagina. A deep, rippling cavern of dark reds and pinks, he had never seen her vent like that before, and the fact that he had turned it into that had him trembling with an electric thrill. "Wow, this was awesome!" he gasped and licked the salty, gooey mess of his muzzle, briefly closing his eyes to bask in the hot, sticky afterglow. But when there came no response from Miriam, except for heavy, labored panting, and his own high faded completely, a niggle of guilt sneaked into his mind. "A-ah, but sorry for making such a mess of you, Mom. I didn't mean to go this rough. It's just… your pussy is so tight and perfect that I got carried away…"

"I know. And it was divine! I've never gotten fucked like that before. I've never gotten filled like that before," the mature dragoness blurted out, slumping over onto her side with a heavy thud. Paws on her swollen, sloshing belly, she looked at Lyndran with matted, half-lidded eyes. "You're a natural breeder, honey. If it weren't for the shaman, you probably would've knocked me up several times over right now."

"Y-yeah, probably," Lyndran muttered, a red hot blush on his cheeks as he looked at her inflated middle.

With a grunt, Miriam dragged herself closer toward him, wrapping one paw around his back to yank him up against her chest. "And if it hadn't been for her, we would've never been able to do this either. This was absolutely one of the best nights of my life, all thanks to you, dear," she whispered and cupped his head, her paw behind his horns as she pulled him closer still. Not a quick peck, not a smooch on his lips, she parted her muzzle to lick across his lips and share a deep, passionate tongue kiss with him, intertwining her taster with his in a wet dance of love that went beyond the regular affection of a mother to her son.

With a soft groan, Lyndran indulged his mom for a few heavenly moments, not thinking about anything but the taste of her hot muzzle and her beautiful body, all soaked and swollen with his essence. "I love you, Mom," he sighed, breaking the kiss for just a moment to peer deep into her sparkling blue eyes. "I love you so much, and I would've never thought I'd say that, but I'm so glad that I had my first time with you. You're the best mom in the world."

"And you're my best, wonderful boy, Lyndran. I love you too~"