Nathan’s punishment. The large elk behind the desk adjusted his spectacles and inspected the report card in his hand. “Nathan Martins. Let’s see here…” On the other side of the desk, a young kitten boy, just shy of 11 years old, fretted nervously in his seat. His khaki shorts and white polo shirt—part of this school’s dress code—showcased his gangly grey arms and legs and scraped knee. His mellow honey eyes looked down and away from his mother, Martha, sitting next to him. The female shared the same fur coloration as her son: light grey with darker stripes on her arms and the sides her serious face. She drummed her claws on her crossed legs impatiently. After clearing his throat, the elk began: “Geography, C-. Arts and crafts, C+. Physical education, C+.” “That’s not too terrible, Director,” Martha said, appearing less upset. “Ma’am, those are his highest grades,” the elk deadpanned. Her cheery looks evaporated instantly. The director continued: “English, D. Science, E minus. History, E. Math, F.” “An F for math?! After everything we practiced!” the mother exclaimed, aiming her deadly stare at his son, who withered miserably in his seat. “I’m afraid Nathan here is not doing well, Ms. Martin,” the director sighed. “Evidently!” The female’s voice raised an octave and Nathan felt his stomach drop. “Now…” The elk took off his spectacles and crossed his hands. “There are still some possibilities. Final exams are coming up in the third week of June. The midterms finish in two weeks. If Nate here can do well in them, his schoolyear can still be saved. Of course, there’s also summer school—” “I don’t wanna go to summer school!” the boy whined. “You should’ve done better at your tests then!” Martha snapped back. “An F for math? Really?” Nate looked down bitterly. “Obviously, no one here wants Nathan to fail the year.” The director nodded at the fretting boy. “But he needs a change in attitude.” “Don’t worry sir.” Martha declared: “I have just the thing. Two weeks of punishment as soon as we get home, so that Nathan may study for those midterms.” Nathan’s ears shot up in alarm. “But mom—!” “Two weeks I said!” The mother shot back. “Wanna make them three?” The boy crossed his arms and looked down, pouting. “Thank you, director.” Martha turned to the elk. “Anything else I need to know?” The director shook his head. “Good luck with everything Ms. Martin. Nathan, I hope you remember what was said here.” The boy muttered: “Sure.” “Let’s go, Nathan.” Martha took her son’s arm and stood up. The boy followed reluctantly, his head hung low. “Thank you, director. Have a good afternoon.” The elk waved them goodbye as he saw the mother and son leave her office, wondering just what fate awaited Nathan. [i]She seemed really angry. Whatever it is, I hope she doesn’t go overboard.[/i] * The drive back was awkward and silent. It felt like an eternity for Nathan, who stared out the window longingly from the back seat, dreading what would happen when they got home. Ms. Martin parked in the driveway of their small suburban home. She and her son were soon stepping into the living room, Nathan making a beeline straight to the TV and videogame console in front of the couch. “Wait!” The mother’s powerful voice stopped the feline boy in his tracks. He turned and saw his mother staring at him expectantly, with the crossed arms and serious expression he had come to dread so much. “I warned you what would happen if you kept failing your assignments, young man,” she said. Nathan just whimpered out: “But... but…” “Butts to your buts!” Martha scolded. She took a moment to calm herself before making sure all blinds and doors were shut. “Now go to your room and wait your bed. I have just the thing for you.” The kitten didn’t dare object; he trudged off and went to the small bedroom at the end of the hallway, right next to his mothers. With his head hung low, he didn’t bother to look at the glowing stars on his ceiling, nor was he interested in the football and toy robots littering the blue carpet. He jumped on his rocketship-themed bedcovers, kicked his shoes off and hopped on the bed, his legs swinging back and forth, not yet long enough to reach the floor. He could hear his mom rummaging through old boxes in her own bedroom next door. Nathan sighed in misery, already dreading what his mother had in store for him. Martha appeared at the door of his room not one minute later, holding something like a shoebox in her handpaws, colored completely black with some pink highlights. Nathan’s ears rose up in horror. “No, Mom, please!” he begged, shaking his head. “Please, not that!” “I warned you that this would happen,” Martha replied with an air of helplessness, as if she had no choice in the matter. “But… but…” “I said no buts!” She raised a clawed finger, waggling it around. “Now strip.” Nathan looked at his mother with big, begging, kitten eyes for a second or two; but his mother only stared back with the same stern and urging expression. Sighing in resignation and annoyance, the boy took off his polo shirt, revealing his slender young body. His velvety grey fur, adorned with those darker stripes similar to his mother’s, hugged his tight belly and the outline of his ribs. Two small nipples decorated his flat chest and stuck out amongst his fur. “Come on,” Martha urged. Nathan reluctantly pulled down his pants and took his shorts, revealing his tiny boxer briefs, covering a small yet visible bulge pressed tightly to the fabric. Normally, stripping for his mom would fill the small kitten with arousal and eagerness; it had been a little over a year since his mother had introduced him to the basics of sex. Together, they had shared many pleasurable experiences while Martha taught his little boy how to please a female. But now, it felt different. There wasn’t anything sexy about this, at least not to Nathan, who was now shimmying down his boxers, revealing his little flaccid member and tight, fuzzy balls to his mother. Martha couldn’t help but feel a pang of arousal at his sons naked body, displayed so generously for her. But she quicky reminded herself of her task. She opened the box and pulled out a little pink chastity cage, some lotion, and girl-sized thigh-highs. “Now lay down and open your legs,” Martha instructed. Nathan did so unenthusiastically. Martha went down next to him, put on some lotion on her handpaw, and covered the boy’s bits with a generous layer. The boy started to get hard at the sight and sensations of his mother fondling his boyhood, but a little pull and tap at his ballsack from Martha got his willy back under control, even as he whined weakly in protest. “Now be a good boy and stay still.” Nathan could only look on in agony as his mother took a hold of his little nuts and slipped them through the smooth pink ring, before doing the same with his shaft. Then, before the boy could get hard again, she covered his cock with the pink cage. After a bit of fondling and adjusting, she put in the brass lock, twisted the key, and the boy was caged. “Mommy… why…” Nathan whimpered, looking at the bright pink cage covering his parts and squeezing his thighs. Despite some previous chastity sessions in the past, the feeling of a cage hugging his dick constantly always took some time getting used to. “From now on and until I free you again, you will be a girl.” Martha couldn’t help but grin. “After all, boys have weenies, and you have a beautiful bright pink clitty, don’t you, [i]little girl? [/i]” Nathan pouted in response. “Now put on those cute socks like the good girl that you are.” Defeated, the boy shimmied his fuzzy grey legs into the striped, black-and-pink thigh-highs. “What else now, mom?” he asked sarcastically. “I don’t like the tone of your voice, young girl,” Martha responded. “Want to add more days to your punishment?” “No no no, please, no!” Nathan shook his head desperately. “Thought so.” Martha huffed. “Also, you’ll be wearing panties.” [i] “WHYYY-HYYY-HYYY!” [/i] The boy was about to throw a tantrum, but Martha shut him up with a strict, “Shush!” “Now,” she continued, “Go do your homework. I’ll call you out when dinner’s ready.” The feline mother packed the lotion back into the box and got up. Standing at the door, she looked back at her son one more time. “And clean up your room, Nathan Martins! You’re a cat, not a swine.” The boy mumbled under his breath: “That’s racist.” [i] “What?!” [/i] “Nothing.” Martha raised an eyebrow in suspicion, before leaving the room. * Only two days after being caged, and the kitten boy was already starting to feel the effects of denial. Although his mother had allowed him to go to school with long pants, Nathan was very self-aware of the chastity cage and thigh-highs hiding just underneath his everyday clothes. His prepubescent arousal had him constantly straining against his cage, his little cock begging for release and stimulation. The boy could do little more than cross his legs and try to take his mind off his feelings. During recess, he stayed on the sidelines as his friends and classmates played and ran around without him. It couldn’t be helped—Nate still couldn’t get used to running whilst caged. One of his best friends, a red fox named Tim, noticed him being unusually distant. He approached the kitten, who was reading on a bench. “Hey Nate, you good?” “Hey man,” Nathan replied, a bit distant. “Yeah, all good.” “You gonna play?” “Nah, don’t worry.” Tim looked doubtful, but he shrugged it off and returned to play. Looking at his classmates, Nathan noticed that everyone seemed more attractive somehow. Boys and girls of different ages mingled in sport and played, jumping and running, occasionally showing pieces of naked fur. Nathan wondered what they’d look like naked, what they could do to him and he to them. As he started to fantasize, he felt his cock starting to harden, straining against its pink encasement in that strange, not-too-unpleasant way that he was trying to get used to. Groaning, Nathan shook his head to clear out his thoughts and returned to his book. * During the sixth night, the boy thought he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. A naked Nathan lay in between his strewn bedsheets, panting, his sweat beading at the tips of his fur, as he palmed and fumbled at his throbbing little “clitty”. Breathing hard, the kitten tried desperately to achieve orgasm by furiously rubbing the tip of the cage with his paws. He pulled, pressed, massaged and caressed his caged cock as fantasies of all kinds played over in his mind. His mom, naked. Her breasts and delicious pussy, all the things they had done together. His most attractive teachers, both male and female; even some of his friends showed themselves naked in the boy’s desperate fantasies. “Ahhh… ahhh…” His ragged breaths resounded through his room. By now, his cage was covered in precum, glistening in the dim light of his fluorescent stars. His paws were slipping on the smooth pink surface as he tried desperately to stimulate himself. [i]So horny… [/i]His mind, drowning in need, was unable to form coherent thoughts. He just knew he needed relief, and fast. Flipping around, he grabbed a hold of a pillow and started to hump into it, smearing its soft fabric with streaks of precum as he rubbed his caged cock all over it. But it wasn’t nearly enough. Every time he felt closer to the so-desired climax, he failed to reach over the edge. And so, the little kitten was reduced to a needy, horny ball of fur rubbing itself over his bedsheets and pillows, groaning and moaning in need and frustration. So lost was the boy, that he completely ignored the door to his room opening. Martha stepped into the boy’s room holding a strange object in her handpaws. Nathan took a while to turn around, allowing his mother to take in the exquisite sight. Her son’s backside was openly displayed to her roaming eyes; the little tight pink ring of his asshole gaping between his grey, fuzzy buttcheeks. His tail swished back and forth as he pressed his pillow against his crotch and humped it relentlessly, his thin, scrawny legs still adorned with the pink-and-black thigh-highs; the only piece of clothing on his body. Eventually, Nate turned around. His face was flushed with exertion, the inside of his ears bright pink and hot, and his half-lidded eyes showed off just how drunk he was with lust. Martha grinned. “Awwww… look at my little girl. So needy and so horny. Adorable.” Nathan stopped humping the pillows and looked back with a distant expression, still panting heavily. “Mommy… please…” he begged, “Please, Mommy. Do something. Take it off. I wanna cum so so so badly, plea-ea-ease!” Chuckling, the mother revealed the object in her hands. “You know what this is, little girl?” Nathan shook his head. “This is a magic wand.” Martha raised the object and pressed a button. Its bulbous tip started to vibrate intensely. “Mommies use it when they want to feel good. Let me show you how.” Martha sat down on the unmade bed next to her son. She took off her nightshirt, showing off her large, heavy breasts to her kid: so perfect and round, so fuzzy and soft, their large fleshy nipples erect and eager for stimulation. She then pulled down her pajama pants. She was wearing tight black panties, damp with her sweat and the juices of her arousal. Nathan could smell it and he felt his mouth water and his caged cock twitch eagerly with need. “Come closer,” Martha commanded, eyeing her boy up and down with bedroom eyes. Nathan needed no further encouragement. He crawled to his mother on all fours, a gooey drop of precum slipping out of his cage as he did so. He arrived at her side and immediately pressed his head into his mom’s ample bosom, rubbing his face against her soft, pillowy breasts, before taking her right nipple into his muzzle and lavishing it with his tongue. Martha let out a little gasp of pleasure as her boy worshipped her teat. She had trained him well; Nathan’s raspy tongue sent shivers down her spine, and his little snout formed a perfect seal around her areola. The boy was rubbing his cage up and down as he did so, trying to masturbate whilst pleasuring his mother, to little effect. Martha chuckled and caressed her boy’s soft, fuzzy head as he sucked on her tits. “Such a horny, needy girl. Now, lay down on my lap and open your legs.” Nathan did as told, not once releasing her nipple from his mouth. Martha held him up against her breasts with one handpaw as the other started to explore between his legs. She teased and squeezed his little balls with expert dexterity, making the boy shiver and moan and tremble in her grasp. “Such a sensitive girl,” she teased, squeezing his nipple and earning another needy boyish moan and gasp. Nathan pulled away from her tits and looked up at her, drooling and panting. “Mommy…” “Fine. Here we go.” The mother took the magic wand, turned it on and put if on the base of Nathan’s little caged cock. The boy immediately jerked at the sudden and intense stimulation. The pleasure mounted steadily as his mother ran the vibrating head over the tiny shaft and drooling head, whilst the boy touched his balls and taint, hooked on pleasure and wanting more. His little hips thrust up and down against the magic wand, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration and desire. Slowly, very slowly, he felt the beginnings of his so-desired orgasm tingling in his loins, tempting him with the promise of release. He squirmed some more in his mommy’s grasp, looking up at her with big pleading eyes as his thrusting intensified, eager to get some much-needed relief. But Martha had not forgotten her boy’s punishment. She could tell from a mile away when Nathan was close to cumming and, seeing his eyes squeeze and his moans rise in volume and intensity, she pulled away the magic wand just on time. Nathan whined in response, his little trapped cock twitching and pulsing and drooling precum; but his orgasm was already ebbing away. “Mommy!” he whined, desperately rubbing his cage with his paws “Oh, Mommy, please don’t do this! Pleasepleasepleaseplease…!” “Sorry honey, but it’s not nearly time to let you go yet.” Martha stroked her son’s forehead with a knowing grin as he stared back with burning need. “But it felt good, didn’t it? In fact, Mommy will use that toy on herself just now. Look how girls like us pleasure ourselves.” The mother opened her legs wider and ordered her son to turn around, so that his head rested between her thighs. Nathan’s young face stood right in front of her gaping pussy; the caged boy couldn’t help but drool and pant at the hypnotic scent emanating from those moist pink lips, beckoning him like a glass of water in the middle of the desert. The boy automatically went towards them, to lick them and taste them and worship them, but his mother held him back with a paw on his head. “No touching yet, little girl,” Martha chided. Nathan reluctantly stayed put as she brought the vibrating toy to her pussy. She pressed it gently against the contours of her labia, enjoying the sensual massage, gasping and murring in delight while torturing her son with the mesmerizing sight. Nathan bit his lips and palmed his cock faster, his hot panting breaths washing over her mom’s pussy. Martha then pressed the wand close to the bottom of her exposed clit, and gave a little chirp of delight. She purred excitedly, her tail swishing behind her as she moved the toy around, stimulating herself with one hand while she pinched her erect nipples with the other. “Oh, yes…” she purred, breathing hard. “Ahh… That feels good…” The kitten, meanwhile, could only play with his cage as his mom went to town with her toy. They stayed like that for a while, his little boy cock dripping slimy drops of pre from its cage while Martha’s masturbation grew more and more heated. Then, she felt it deep within her: the deep, simmering heat bubbling faster and faster in her loins, electrifying her core, prompting her to grind into the vibrating toy. As her breathing grew ragged and fast, she looked down at her desperate son through lustful eyes. “You want mommy to put this against your clitty again, little girl?” Nathan, who still tried to simulate his caged cock somehow, nodded eagerly. “Then finish mommy off with that tongue of yours.” And with that, Martha pulled away the magic wand and used her son’s head instead, driving it right into the hole that had once brought him to life. The experienced boy needed no further instruction. He struck his muzzle against her mother’s cunt and started to bathe it in sloppy, drooling kisses, licking up and down its puffy lips with his raspy tongue. Martha let out a low rolling purr of approval as she scratched her boy’s ears. “Mmm… good girl…” Keeping her word, she put the vibrating toy against his little caged cock, making the boy gasp and moan between her thighs. Martha, already standing at the edge of orgasm, brought herself over the top by grabbing his son by the back of his head and shoving his muzzle back where it belonged. Nate obliged and brought his mother to orgasm with quick, dexterous licks all around her engorged clit. Martha threw her head back and grinded herself against her boy as a lovely orgasm washed through her. Meowling and purring in delight, her tail stiff, she squirted delicious drops of heavenly nectar into her boy’s maw. Nate took delight in her taste and smell imprinted in his tongue and licked his feline muzzle to get some more. His cock, meanwhile, vibrated pleasurably with the wand pressed against his cage. He started to moan loudly, young face twisting with desire, small and slender hips thrusting into the toy. So close… Martha took the toy away once more, leaving her boy teetering on the edge, still drunk from the promise of orgasm. “Phew. That was close,” she said with a long exhale of delight. “You did well, girly. Have a good night.” And she gently pushed her desperate son away, stood up on wobbly legs, and walked calmly to the door of his room. Sprawled on the floor, Nate rubbed himself desperately. He squeezed his thighs; he pumped his cage up and down; anything to cum. But after Martha left the room, the only thing for the needy boy to do was return to bed with his body trembling with arousal, go into his pajamas, and try and sleep while his needy cock drooled out a few more drops of clear precum. Eventually, mercifully, he passed out of sheer exhaustion and slept like a rock until the morning. * Somehow, after the pleasurable torture of the previous night, Nathan woke up feeling strangely relieved. A warm, fuzzy afterglow permeated his whole body; he felt refreshed and energized and, for once, he wasn’t [i]that[/i] horny. Wondering why, the young cat got up from his bed, sheets still showing some stains of dried precum, and pulled down his moist pajama pants. His flaccid boycock rested snuggly in his pink, girly cage, his fuzzy balls pressed tight against his body, trapped by the cage’s ring. The whole thing was covered with a crusty layer of smelly, dried cum, and he could now see the circular stain right where over his crotch in his pajama pants. He had had a wet dream. The first in his life. Awed, the kitten started to rub away some of that dried cum from his pink cage, only to feel a stirring in his dick again; he was still very sensitive, and anything would be enough to set him off. So, he took a deep breath and went to prepare himself for another day at school: he cleaned himself, put on his thigh-highs and panties—couldn’t risk his mother seeing him without those—and went to have breakfast. Over the next few days, Nathan managed to focus his energy into his homework and studying. He did the extra exercises, read the additional chapters, asked questions in class even as his caged cock throbbed under his panties, and made sure to pay attention to his teachers. And when the midterms came along, he was prepared. * “I did it, Mom!” The kitten was bouncing up and down the living room after he handed in the first graded tests to his mother, who inspected them with utmost attention, rereading everything and nodding her head in approval. “Very good, little girl!” Martha beamed and petted her son’s fuzzy head and ears; the caged boy smiled in return, a warm satisfaction blooming in his chest. “Does that mean I can get out now, Mom?” he asked eagerly. Martha pretended to consider this; she put her clawed finger under her chin and hummed as if in deep thought. “I don’t know…” Nathan panicked. “Please, Mom! You said two weeks and I studied for my midterms and it went super well and I got good grades and I’m so so horny mommy pleasepleasepleaseplease—!” “Oooh…” Martha’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Okay, just because you said so, let’s go to mommy’s room and unlock you.” Nathan could’ve cried in delight. He bounced up and down, hugged Martha and took off to her mother’s bedroom, right next to his at the back of the house. Chuckling and grinning, the mother followed her boy, herself eager to finally have some proper fun with Nathan after two weeks. The kitten was already on the bed, almost bouncing up and down with excitement when his mother arrived. Nathan’s enthusiasm was contagious, and she felt herself growing increasingly aroused at the prospect of having her son inside of her once again. She took out the key from her pocket—she hadn’t let it out of her sight for one minute over the past two weeks, knowing her son would probably find it, no matter where it was hidden. Nate’s cock stirred a little under his shorts. “Will we finally have sex again, Mommy?” Nate asked longingly, staring up at his mother with big shiny kitten eyes. “I don’t know.” Martha feigned confusion. “You’re still a little girl after all. What can you do?” “Oh, mommy, please!” The boy pouted. Chuckling warmly, Martha sat next to him on the bed. “Alright, alright, come here.” She took him in his arms, embracing her boy tightly, feeling his slim body, the softness of his fur, as she petted his ears. Natha was soon purring against her, his face rubbing against her bosom, his fuzzy ears and cheeks adorned with a hot pink blush. Martha allowed her boy to indulge for a little bit, then she gently pulled him away from him away from her chest, still holding the key in one handpaw. “Someone’s eager,” she teased. Nathan just smiled back, giggling bashfully. She then took off her blouse, showing off her large tits pressing against her bra. “C´mon, arms up.” Nathan obeyed happily, lifting his arms and allowing his mom to take off his shirt, and Martha was once again treated to the sight of his young, slim, furry body of which she couldn’t get enough. She then took off her shorts, shimmying them down her large, fertile hips, until she was only clothed in her underwear. The kitten could see a faint damp spot in her black panties, and smell it too; the mesmerizing scent of his mother’s arousal sent his young hard beating faster, pumping blood into his boycock, already straining against his cage for the umpteenth time. “I know you want this,” Martha whispered huskily, taking off her bra and squeezing her tits between her paws, kneading and caressing her mounts in front of his son’s eager and lustful eyes, pinching her nipples between her fingers, and moaning her need. “C’mon honey, be a good boy and undress your mommy fully.” Nate didn’t need to be told twice. A topless Martha laid down on her back on the bed, spreading her legs, beckoning her son to service her. Nathan crawled to his mother, as always unable to resist the magnetic pull that she had on him. He took off her fragrant black panties reverently, slowly slipping them past her legs, and uncovering her pink, moist, puffy labia, so eager and needy for him. He whimpered as his little cock started leaking in his cage. “Mommy…” “I know, I know honey. Sorry I got carried away. Let me help you. Come here next to me.” Nathan laid down next to his mother. She took the chance to caress his youthful body, his face, his nipples, praising him for being such a good boy all this time, before undressing him similarly to how he had undressed her, until the slim kitten boy was wearing nothing but his cage. “You still look so cute like that,” Martha said in a soft, seductive whisper. “Maybe I should leave you like that…” “Mom!” Nate whined, shuffling his hips. Martha chuckled. “Just kidding honey, just kidding. Now stay still.” She sat up, took the key and, with a little effort, twisted the lock and slid it off the small pink cage. She took off the cage itself to reveal a small, wet, shriveled little cock, still glistening with some pre. Martha thought it was adorable. Then she slid off the ring, carefully pulling the flaccid cock and balls until the feline boy was completely freed. The kitten smiled with relief, before his mother laid down next to him and pulled him close for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his frame as their muzzles met and they opened their mouths for each other, delicately at first, then with more urgency and need as their lust rekindled. Martha knew the boy would need some time to get hard after being locked for so long, and intended to make it as pleasurable for both of them as she could. She lowered a handpaw along Nate’s body, until it was resting against his still-flaccid dick, and started teasing her son’s cock, rubbing and caressing his shaft and balls with her delicate fingers and softly-textured pawpads. Nate’s breathing grew heavier, his pink nostrils widening as his hot breath mingled with his mother’s. “You’ve been such a good girl for me,” Martha whispered in the boy’s ear, after a particularly-heated kiss. “Now you can be my good boy again. You can fuck mommy’s cunt again, like she wants it.” She started rubbing Nate’s dick harder, causing him to whimper. “You can put your seed inside your mommy’s womb. Don’t you want that?” Her dirty talk had the desired effect: Nate’s cock started to throb against her pawpads, slowly coming back to life after such a long time, ready to fulfill its function. She massaged her son’s little balls and taint and cockhead, her expert fingers leaving the boy whimpering from his super-sensitive cock. “Mommy…” he panted hotly, “Oh, Mommy…” She licked his burning ears and started stroking his cock from half-mast to full-mast. Of course, it wasn’t that big; he was still a young boy after all, but she craved more than just a big cock. She craved the ultimate taboo of making love with her son, despite knowing he wouldn’t last long after being chaste for so long—at least for their standards. With a practiced movement, she grabbed her son and rolled to a side until he was on top of her, his head resting between her breasts, his little hard cock throbbing against her folds. “Fuck your mommy good,” Martha whispered. Nate guided his hard cock in that wonderful, wet, warm cleft between his mother’s legs and pushed in. With some guidance from Martha, his cock was soon swallowed by her moist, puffy cunt, eager and happy to be filled after so long. “Oh, Nate, yes…” she hissed, throwing back her head. “I loved having a good girl but I missed having my good boy inside of me.” “You a-always feel so gooood M-Mommy,” Nate hissed out as he pushed himself deep inside his mother’s pussy, “s-so good.” The boy was experienced enough to know how to please his mother best. He allowed himself a few seconds to enjoy the snug, familiar and pleasurable warmth of Martha’s sex around his own before slowly moving back and forth in short little thrusts. The pleasure after being denied for so long was overbearing and despite the small movements he was soon vocalizing all his pleasure, his cute, high-pitched boyish moans filling up the room as Martha grabbed him by his fuzzy buttocks to keep him in place. The kitten’s tail swished back and forth in bliss as his mother started to thrust a little against his crotch, showing how much she wanted this, how much she loved her boy. As Martha had predicted, her boy couldn’t last long. After less than a minute, Nathan’s thrusting grew quick and erratic, his small hips almost vibrating between his mother’s legs as he closed his eyes and meowed in delight and released his pent-up load deep inside the pussy that birthed him. Martha was nonetheless satisfied, and she petted and caressed her boy after he had slumped down next to her, breathing hard, muzzle half-open in a happy, drooling, satisfied grin. After a little, she tenderly whispered: “Make sure you never fail math again. Okay?” Still smiling, Nate shook his head and buried his face between Martha’s breasts, nuzzling against them until mother and son fell asleep in a sensual embrace.