Peg walked from her kitchen back to her bedroom. The kids were out, Pete had finally walked off and here she is. Alone i nthe house, a large wine bottle that was barely touched, only missing one or two half glasses of wine. 


She heaved a sigh, opening the wine and pouring it into a glass until the container was just about full. Crossing her legs, she closed her eyes, taking in the wine down to the last detail. The smell of the grapes that have been waiting to be drunk. The sound of them swishing around in the glass. 


Peg took a long, deep swallow of the bitter sweet brew. It felt smooth on her lips, tongue and down toi the back of her throat. Every year after their wedding night and the life they spent together flashed in her mind, starting with the first and only time she and Pete ever opened it. A short moment later when they got busy and soon enough had PJ. Then Pistol.  All those little moments of them being cute and genuine to each other became imaginary as her glass emptied.


With the final gulp, Peg felt content.


        “It was bound to happen sooner or later. High school sweethearts are a thing that just doesn’t last, huh?” She asked nobody in particular in the empty bedroom.


She plugged the bottle back up, laying in bed. She couldn’t help but scoff and laugh at her own predicament. Newly single with two kids and her husband running off with that little floozy. She could just lay down here, try to find some reason to be depressed and become one of those “wine mom’s” she's heard stories about. Always drunk and self loathing…


But Peg wouldn’t do that. 


Truth be told, she felt… Free. 


Neither of them could admit it to the other but this was a blessing that was coming a LONG ways away. She’s not heartbroken whatsoever. If anything, she’s sad she had to spend so many years with the man to understand the message now. She’s not there’s nothing between them anymore. And it’s time for her to get out there and find that someone. Maybe someone that can do what Pete hasn’t done in a long long time.


Peg stands up to look at herself in the body length mirror in the room. Same ol’ Peg but that wasn’t a bad thing. She grabs her chest, marveling at how much they fill her hands so easily. Big enough to feed two kids and they showed. Even with the layer of her sweater, she could judge just how big they’d gotten. Her constant aerobics on the weekends had paid off. Keeping her curves nice and tight while any fat went right to her ass and hips. 


Well kept bright red hair, smooth fur across her face and body. Peg still looks like a knockout! Even being just 46, Peg knew she could pass as a 30 year old. Maybe even 25 if she dressed right! 


        “That’s right Peg! You got it all and more! Except someone to fuck all this…”


Peg turns around to shake her ass, running a hand over it just to feel it and imagining someone giving her a good workout. Even giving it a big slap, she watched it jiggle under her pants, a sight that would catch most guys' eyes.


Peg wandered over to her bed, looking at the photos of her, her kids, her Ex, Goofy and-

        “!”


That’s when she noticed a certain thought running through her mind. The young Goof smiling happily in the two family photo. Waving at the camera, and hugging her son. It was only about a year ago since they took that picture and he’s already 14 years old. A VERY handsome 14 year old young man.


Something began to spark inside of Peg. Cogs and wheels turning and formulating a plan to get exactly what she wants and needs in her new leace on life. Her coy finger circled the picture again and again, giggling to herself that she's definitely willing to cross that line with him. Even just a year ago, she still remember the first Summer after his 13th birthday doing yard work. Seeing that young stud all sweaty and shimmering in the hot sun was exactly what she was missing. At the time, she put herself down for even thinking about such things with a boy that’s partially like a second son to her. 


Even then, she’d always catch glances of his shirt going up to show off his body or see him in some manor of undress.


But now that she’s hubby free, those dark thoughts can run as rampant and free as they want…




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6:37 A.M, Saturday Morning


        “You sure you don’t mind Goofy?” Peg asked as she watched him clean out his car of old junk and take out bags. 


        “Not at all Peg! Max’s been feeling all down in the dumps and I think some time with you, PJ and Pistol will do everybody a bit of good!” Goofy dumped a giant mound of lint into his straining trash can before taking out a lint brush for the seats. “A change of scenery can do everybody some good! I wish I could stay but gotta see about the training for this job out of town and from what I hear, they’re very intense but the pay is amazing!”


Peg couldn’t help but giggle at her Goofy friend’s attitude. Even after all these years, he’s still the only guy who never failed to make her laugh. The small part of her that felt bad for her ulterior motives for Max second guessed her actions before being reminded that she needs the goofy boy in her life. And pants. 


        “Well don’t you worry about Max. I-We’ll take great care of him. You go get’em Tiger.” Peg wrapped her arms around her best friend, twirling one of his floppy ears around her finger and giving him a kiss of confidence. The friendly act earned a big hug back from him. In some part of her mind, she wondered what life would have been like if she’d chosen…


        “Oops! I gots to get going before the good rooms are taken! You sure you’ll be fine for a week?”


        “Of course! You know me, Goofy. Nothing can keep a good woman down!” Peg pulled away to flex her impressive muscles. Hidden they may be but no one could or would challenge her strength.


“Alrighty, gotta get going! And remember, you can ask Max to help with anything around the house! Idle hands and all that!” Goofy jumped into his car, his luggage in the backseat, sunglasses on, a little farewell gift from Max, and a big smile on his face. “See ya Maxie! When I come back, I’ll be bringing home the REAL big fish!” Goofy waved his son off as he drove down the street, ready for a week of unreal, unrelenting, unbelievable fishing action!


Peg turned to see Max meakly wave his hand at his dad. A smile on his face but she could easily see the hurt still in his eyes. He trugged over to Peg, trying and failing to make eye contact with the closest thing he has to a mother figure in his life.


        “Thanks for letting me stay over, Ms.P.” He cleared his voice.


        “Anything for you Max.” Peg said, pulling the boy close, guiding him into her home.


The shadow of the sun captured Peg’s shadow beside the vulnerable young man. Her hair angle perfectly to appear like a pair of devilish horns, ready and willing to corrupt the innounce out of him. The reservations she had slowly faded into the growing darkness, like cotten candy in a giant lake of water..


A few hours had passed since then, just shy of passing the afternoon. Max passed out on the couch as soon as he came inside. When PJ woke up however and learned Max is gonna be staying with him for the week, the fat cat looked so excited. As soon as the Goof woke up, the two of them spent the day just having fun together. Eatting some brunch cooked up by Peg, playing games and even letting Pistol get in on the fun.


Peg really could see a potential future where all three of them are her children.


But that was the mother inside her speaking in a quiet voice.


The woman in need looked at Max like a piece of veal ready to be eaten at just the right time! Must be patient…


The two of them came running down the stairs just as she had finished cleaning the kitchen at the perfect time.


        “Pj, Max; would you boys please mow the lawn for me? P E T E, forgot to do that one little thing for me and I’d really like to go lay down for a while.”


        “Aww ma, can’t we do it a little later? We were gonna head over to the comic shop and pick up some new volumes of Captain King: Galactic Royalty that’ll be coming out.” Pj could swear he saw the veins in his mom’s head flare up. She took a sharp inhale through her nose and let out a sigh.


        “Alright then young man, I’ll ask our guest if he’d like to.” Peg turned to Max, smiling. “Max, w-”


        “Sure thing Ms.P. I’ll take the solid for PJ.” Max cut her off before she could even finish, earning a smile from her and a friendly headlock from his best buddy.


        “Thanks! You're a lifesaver, Man! I’ll grab everything you’d want from the shop! I promise I won’t even read them until I’m back and you’re finished!” PJ proceeded to book it out of the house before Max or Peg could say anything else.


        “Alright, guess I’ll-” As Max turned to head towards the door, Peg placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder, telling him to turn to face her. 


        “Max… I know you’re hurting a lot right now. I know you’re still thinking about her and what she and my husband did to you.” Max turns away from Peg’s gaze but she gently brings his face back to hers. She leans down to get closer to him, still holding his cheek. “But you’re young, Max. You have your whole life ahead of you to meet all kinds of ladies. I know this one caught your heart but that doesn’t mean she’ll ever be the only one to do so.” Peg could see a sparkle of hope in his eyes.


        “... Do you really think so? It's just…” He teared up. “It hurts.”


        “I know. And I do. You’re handsome, just turned 14 and believe me; you’ll have to start beating the girls back with a stick as you get older. Goofy might seem a bit silly but a good way to get into a girl's heart? Be yourself and make’em laugh. And a cute young man like you will have no trouble with either of those!” Peg could see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks as she showered him with complements. 


        “Aww come on Ms.P.” He tried to hide the smile and blush she wasn’t going to stop just there.


        “I’m serious Max. A little snack like you? With those cute floppy ears, that adorable face and so manly for your age! You probably have more girls than you know ready to do all sorts of things with you!” 


Max could feel his face growing hotter at the barrage of complements. From anyone else, especially his dad, he would be bashful but Max didn’t get that feeling here. Maybe it was just from her comforting him and knowing his pain like she does right now but it felt… Good. 


        “I-I’d better get started on the leaves, haha.” Suddenly he could feel his heart all the way up in his throat. But at the same time, Max felt lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off his back. Wiping away the tear, Max smiled at the mother figure leaning towards him.


Peg opened her arms, inviting him into a big hug, something the spunky young boy took without a second thought. Her warmth, her smell. It is as comforting as it is  incredible. Max was so wrapped up in the tender moment, he didn’t notice the perverted look on Peg’s face as she nuzzled the top of his head, eyes fluttering as she smelled him. Basic shampoo but that smell of a man that she wants sparked something ferocious inside her.


After letting him go, Peg went to her room. Not to lay down like she lied but to get the show nice and ready. She kicked off her shoes, replaced her top with something much more breezy and came back to the living room view of Max mowing. She’d seen him work on the yard for Goofy but that wasn’t the main show. No no, what really excited her is the exact moment he takes off that shirt.


Right on cue, Peg watched the lean young boy’s sweat soaked bare chest shining in the sun, his shirt wrapped around his waist as he kept to it. That firm chest of smooth dark fur, those budding muscles that she imagined wrapped around her waist. Peg felt her own finger touching her lips, imagining licking that sweet, salty sweat right off his body, tating that beautifully youth and savioring every second.


She bit her lip as she watched him flex his muscles, pushing with all his might to get the mower working. Through the loud machine, Peg slipped a hand down into her pants, opening and loudly panting as her need as a woman came back, harder than ever! She imagined running her nails over every last inch of those fabulous muscles, feeling a big fat cock popping inside of her from one hung Max Goof. 


As if teasing her, Max gave a good long stretch, giving the now single mother ample time to admire the slight definition of muscles and abs on his frame. Letting her voice out, Peg finally came, biting her finger hard enough to break the skin, adding a dash of pain that she didn’t know she needed. As she came down from her high, hand still in her pants, her smile curled into a wicked smile as she anticipated what's going to happen soon enough. 


She didn’t know if she really could, but Peg swears she could pick up that sweet young musk combined with the fresh cut lawn. The high of the first orgasm probably affected her brain so much. But she didn’t care. As Peg’s fantasies got more out of control, she bit her lip, leering at the hard working 14 year old puppy boy with hungry eyes.


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The rest of yesterday, nothing of note had happened. Peg was able to clean herself up and keep on the facade of a loving mother for everyone and cook up an amazing dinner. But beneath it all, the animal inside her focused on turning Max into her man. Every time she watched Max eat, she secretly leered his way, exciting herself at the prospect of being caught by her own children or even him. That night, she imagined herself jumping on him and taking him right on the table.


So the next morning, she gave Max an offer he couldn’t refuse. 


        “Are you serious?! For real!?” Max’s smile was so infectious that Peg could only smile back at the young goof from the rear view mirror of the car as she drove towards the school. 


        “I’m super serious, Max. I’ll call the school when we get home and let them know you’re not well so you can have a day off from school.” 


        “Aw mom, what about me and Pistol? Can’t we take a day off?”
        “Yeah mom! I wanna take a day off to and go see Millie’s new pretty princess picture book and play house and eat ice cream and she said that I can go stay with her and-”

        “NO-no Pistol. And no to you PJ. I think we can agree that Max deserves a day off a little bit more to clear his head. You two had lots of fun through the weekend afterall.”


        “Awww… Alrigh. Max, you’re gonna LOVE the next issue of Captain King: Galactic Royalty! It goes to some crazy places man! You see, Doctor Kraken is actually-” Max put his gloved hand on his buddies mouth to cut him off.


        “DON’T YOU DARE!!” I’ve been waiting to read the last three volumes, remember? We read through all our other stuff and I’ve been behind.” PJ nodded as Max pulled his hands away, the two sharing a laugh at the close call.


It wasn’t long before Peg dropped off both of her children, just leaving her and Max in the car. He took the chance to go from the backseat to upfront right by Peg. As the pair sat alone, the goof boy couldn’t know what was about to happen to change the rest of his life. While he felt excited to just relax and destress his way, Peg has other ways of de-stressing. 


        “Thanks so much for this Ms.P. I can’t tell you how good it feels to not go to school today! After what happened, I think I just really need to-” Max continued on.


Down the road, Peg slowly came to a stop on the side of the road. Cars whizzing and passing by, unable to see what’s about to happen inside the car. Max didn’t notice until he heard the familiar sound of a car being put into ‘park’.


Not a word of questioning could leave Max’s mouth before Peg found her own lips on his. She grabbed him by the back of the head and gave the young boy his first taste of a woman. Nothing in his 14 years prepared him to be manhanled by a much older, bigger and strong woman. Peg already felt herself getting wet over crossing the first of many taboo’s with her target. 


The mature feline mother made sure his first kiss was something he’d never forget. Instead of a hard lip to lip, she made it as dirty and perverted as possible. 
She could feel him trying to resist. His muscles flitching at the idea of trying to oppose such a powerful older woman seemed like a fantasy within a fantasy. No. He wasn’t done until Peg decided he’s done. No matter how badily he wants to listen to his fight or flight inteincts. 


The sweet taste of a young man’s youth.


Delicious. 


It was only once Peg had gotten enough of her first taste that she let Max push her away. The boy shivered, still reeling from a mature kiss. He wanted to ask “why”  but his mind couldn’t find the word and make his body speak it. It was like he was out of sync with himself. The single word just came out garbled and like “whaha….”


But Peg could understand what he was trying to say.


        “Rememebr what I said before Max? All that pain, all that worry that you’ve been experiencing… I want to take it all away from you and make you feel better. We’ve both been hurt. We both deserve to feel better. I’m going to make you a real man today. MY man. A man who won’t treat a woman like a thing. A man who knows how to love the right way. Let me take all that pain away from you Maxy~”


The flabbergasted young boy didn’t know what to say. His face felt on fire. His heart felt like it was gonna explode. All he could do was look down into his seat. Peg’s wicked grin returned as she backed off, moving the car back into ‘drive’ and taking the two of them to some place more private. The entire drive was silent. For Peg, it was from excitement. For Max, the fear of the unknown. 


Peg slowly pulled up into a deserted one way entry/exit parking lot. Light poles with broken bulbs, cracks along the concrete and faded parking area. Wild grass pearing through the broken lot along with various pest plants. Devoid of anything that could distract or get in their way.


She turned to Max and the scared boy didn’t know what to say as he locked eyes with her. Peg smoothly jumped into the backseat, pulling the young boy back with her. Her large tongue invaded his mouth, batling his small, paralyzed tongue over and over as she indulged in her wicked desires fully. With Max on top, she wrapped her legs around him, keeping him in place. He could only pull away from the milf, gasping for air along with her, and not even that far.


Max reached into his pocket and to Peg’s surprise, it was a condom. During the time of her driving, she was so focused, she didn’t notice him go into the glove compartment. He handed it to her, hoping she’d know how to use it properly. He, unfortunately, didn't get Health Class this year…


        “M-ms-”


        “Peg.” The hungry woman demanded in a sultry tone. “Call me Peg, baby.”


        “P-Peg,” Max weakly replied, voice shaking from too many emotions running through him. 


In a move that made his heart skip a beat, Max watched the slowly more rabid milf quickly BITE the condom and threw it off to the side to some now forgotten part of the car. Max’s trembling hand is grasped by Peg’s, licking her lips as she comes closer.


        “I-i-I’m not sure this is-”


Cutting him off again, Peg pulled him right back into a kiss. Her hand behind his head, she had never felt so free. Her firm tongue playing with another, her shaking hands didn’t let go as her own heart raced with excitement. Drool dripping out of their mouths from the sloppy, uncoornated kissing in the back of the car. She coiled around him, the love sick feline could feel the boy’s body responding well to her affection. All she could focus on is the pleasure she’s been needing for YEARS now. And nothing is going to stop her! Not her kids, not Goofy and SURELY not Pete!


This boy is her’s!


HERS!!


        ‘MINE!!!”


She flips the two of them over, finally giving into that primal need. She tries to lift Max’s shirt off, not listening to the frightened 14 year old’s protests as he wanted to keep it on. But in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t think straight. So instead of pulling his clothing off, Peg huffed and ripped Max’s shirt clean off his top. Embarrassed, he tries to hide it but Peg wasn’t having any of it. She easily moved his arms apart, licking the nervous sweat off his stomach like a perverted ice cream pop. Her rough tongue tickled Max in ways he’d never thought about or experienced before. It hurt but in a way that made him want to feel that hurt more.


        “W-wa-”


Deaf ears. 


No rational woman was taking the boy’s virginity right now. This is a bitch that needs a real man in her pants right now. And Max is going to do just that, whether he likes it or not. 


Peg bites the side of his stomach, earning a yelp and a whimper of pain from Max. He’s trembling but isn’t objecting to anything she’s doing. Good. Peg does it again. Then a few more times. She wants to leave marks for her to admire later. And as a reminder to the teeneger that this ins’t a dream. This is all too real.


Peg refused to wait any longer.


She ripped the remaining bits of clothing off Max and did the exact same to her own clothes. In the mid morning sun, Max got his first real look at a woman. Bare tits. And certaintly not small. Almost as big as his head with perky pink nipples. A stomach as taught as a teenager’s from all her work out with the faintist hint of abs. A well maintained bush goverened by thick thighs that were all hidden under now shredded clothing. For just a moment, Max’s reservations disappeared as he marveled at her. Meeting his eyes, she shot the boy a coy smile, knowing he’s eating up every second of the sight.


She’s doing the exct same but more to one part of his body.


Just as she expected, he’s big but even bigger than she imagined! Well hung, at least eight inches and looking at her body propped the boy up to an amazing ten solid inches! Balls low and filled with spry sperm. Plump as plums and as big as cantelopes. 


Peg positioned herself right on top of his cock, looking Max right in the eye as she stole his precious virginity in one motion. Peg leaned into Max, stuffing his face full of her fat tits and rode the boy like a bucking bronco. Hard, thrustest, hard enough to rock the whole car, she gave it everything she could muster. Her muscles clenched down hard on the hardening cock, trying to drain and squeeze the nut that’s eager to get inside her. 


Max muffled something between her tits and she didn’t care. Snarls, grunts and pants were all she wanted to hear from the two of them. Peg fucked herself on Ma as if her life depended on it. Clenching her eyes shut, she focused on how deep he’s hitting. How he’s stretching her in all the right ways that she's needed in so long. The older woman felt sexy. Wanted. Happier in the sack than she’d been in the past decade! She focused on that sensation, having her womb smacked and punched by the end of his heavy cock again and again.


Max wasn’t sure what was real any more. His mind submitted to the intense pleasure of his first round of sex and something he’d never imagine feeling. All the dirty comic’s he’d seen, all the little hints he’d peaked at girls with the guys at school was nothing compared to a fully realized woman. He couldn’t handle it. The vice grip on his cock, the smell of her perfume like sweat or the moans and screams that made his ears tingle. 


In a daring move she didn’t see coming, Peg felt Max’s hands grab her big ass, squeezing the firm doughy bundles of fat, earning a loud scream as she used every ounce of fat to ride him hard into the seats even harder. Growling, drooling and sweating, she showered Max in her fluids and it wasn’t much longer before he did the same to her insides. 


He tries to warn her, tapping her ass a few times but instead of catching the hint, Peg open palm smacks her own ass as hard as she could, leaving a VERY noticeable imprint on it. If she’d been just an inch or so off, Max’s hand would have been on the receiving end of the strike.


It was too late.


As suddenly as things had started, Peg felt an all too familiar yet welcome blast of cum hitting her insides. Harder and stronger than ever, She didn’t stop riding Max as he whimpered her name, while she yelled his. Every squirt from the boy’s packed nuts was another hip smacking counter attack from her. She squirmed as she squirted around his fat cock, stuffing her inisdes harder to the point a loud ‘squelch’ of cum came from the slippery, tight seal of her pussy wrapped around him.


        “Fuuuuuuuucckkk…” She lazly wheezes. She looks down to see a very dazed Max unable to focus on her. Eyes open but dull, panting and trying to say something but too far gone to.


Peg looks down at her stomach, feeling it had gotten just ever so slightly more plump thanks to Max. A hefty load from a beautiful pair of smooth, onyx nuts that loaded her up really good. Not a doubt in her mind.


She’s pregnant now.


She could just tell and with a young man’s spunk raping her eggs as payback for raping him, it was all but guranteed. 46 and pregnant. Hell, she could pass for half her age, easily.


        “You enjoyed that baby?” Peg asked the nearly catotonic boy. 


Max could only muster a mumble in response. 


        “Good. Then just to make sure… We’re going again!”


Even after a dozen or so climaxes at the end of his cock, the horny mature feline was far from done. 


From the outside, the car violently rocked back and forth in the empty parking lot. The transparent glass windows fogged up to the point that it looked like it was raining on the inside. On the extremely low chance that someone drove by, all they would see is foggy windows and a car moving. They’d just assume it’s some teenager expressing their love or a couple having some kinky sex. 


When in reality it’s the destruction of a boy’s virginity at the hands of a woman he once saw as his mom.


How many hours had it been?


How many loads of cum was it?


How many times did Peg mark Max with bites?


Only God knows as they drove back home in the darkness of night. 


On the drive home, the milf in question looked so proud of herself. In stark nude in her own car, stomach decorated with a noticeable bulge and cum all over her face, lips, tits and leaking out of her. She looked like a whore that’d been passed around when it was all from one very gifted young man. The same one currently passed out in the seat beside her. Exhausted from his first sexual experience and all it being simply too much. 


As she drove up to the driveway of her home, She boldly opened the door and walked outside, fully nude. Cum dripping from between her legs, she didn’t care who, if anyone, saw her. She picked up her lover boy, hip-checked the car door close and walked into her home with pride on her face. She hummed to herself as PJ watched TV in the living room, not seeing their mom nude and holding Max in her arms.


        “Hey mom, I went and picked up Pistol and gave her dinner! She’s in bed asleep!” He said, not tearing his eyes away from the movie.


        “That’s nice dear…”


Peg paid him no mind.


She brought Max into her room with her. Oh I’m sorry.


Their room.


After setting him down, Peg looked at herself in the mirror one more time.


Messy red hair horns.


Cum stained face, tits and ass. Her fit tummy sporting some new heft from all the cum inside her.


And between her legs, her bush was baithed in still fresh cum, with only the slightest drool of it escaping out of her. But that’s alright. She can always get more from the source.


As Peg got into bed, she looked at the exhausted boy, eager to ride him dry again and again and again and agan and again….


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