So this is a rare one, this vixen is Rita's mother, you know Rita? The Foxy gal from Jungledyret Hugo? Well this is Her mother and there is like almost no porn of her out there... it is really quite sad. Her daughter definitely gets all the attention, but Her Mom is pretty sexy too, and I hope this pic proves it.
So yeah, I'm pretty happy about this one and I wouldn't mind drawing her again sometime :)
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Foxy Milf
Its late in the afternoon, heading towards evening and you're out for a bit of a stroll. The city park, of course, is way too busy with skateboarders, running children and people walking their dogs. So instead you jumped the fence and are following the old railway line just to see where it goes.
There's a lot of low scrub and even a couple of trees on the surrounding land, not really a forest proper but a little patch of wilderness that it's fun to wander through. It's quite peaceful and you start to lose yourself in the moment, not really paying that much attention to where you're going and just enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of nature. After all, you'll hardly get lost now will you? It's while lost in this little cloud of thought that you almost stumble into, and over, a fox.
A little shocked you step backwards into the bushes you just emerged from almost falling onto your rump as you struggle to catch your balance. You didn't mean to disturb anyone or anything after all, and you expect the vixen to simply jump up and dash away.
But she doesn't.
Strange, you were hardly being cautious or quiet; you must have been tramping through the bushes making quite a bit of noise; surely a species with such good hearing must have known you were there when you were a mile away? Yet she continues to lie there as if nothing had happened, as if you weren't just a few feet away, staring. You take a moment to observe, sure the strange spell will be broken any second now.
Instead she simply lies there in the fading sunlight, slowly grooming herself, straightening her fur with her tongue. She's being surprisingly dainty about it, only just brushing her coat in soft, quick motions, her eyes closed, seemingly alone in her own little world. You watch her as she sits there, curled up on herself, wondering if you should leave but somehow not being able to tear yourself away from the sight. You take the chance to look her over some more, noting she seems to be a mature vixen, possessed of the quiet assurance that came with years of experience. For a fox she's very fetching, her sleek vulpine form coated with brick red fur, elegant and entrancing.
Suddenly she moves.
But it's not to run off or attack or shy back in shock. Instead she simply uncurls a little, stretching out a bit in front of you to expose the pale fur of her stomach. She opens her eyes and stares ahead, seemingly right at you. Yet if she notices you she doesn't give any sign, once more acting as if you were completely absent. At least... that's how it seems until her tail gives a gentle twitch.
It's not much, simply untucking itself from against her hind legs, flopping to the ground an inch or two away from where it had been. But the motion reveals something... unexpected. You find your gaze drawn between her legs, just beneath the base of her tail. The fox's sex is now clearly visible, dark, obvious and needful. You imagine you can feel the warmth radiating off of it even from a distance, you wonder how hot it would be to touch, how soft, how ready...
Still the vixen makes no move, resuming her grooming once more, but this time never letting her gaze leave you as she laps softly... and suggestively at her fur. She knows you're there, you're sure. She knew from the moment you stumbled across her. And she knows you know, you can see the inviting gleam in her eyes. Feeling your breath catch in your throat you give up any pretense of hiding and step forward.
The only sound is the rustle of leaves and the beating of your heart in your chest as you step out into the open just a foot or two away from her. Even with you standing over her like that she remains in position, perfectly calm and assured as always. Her intention is clear, whatever you want to do next she's not going to stop you. You take another step forward, swallowing hard, your mouth suddenly dry. As you do she gives one final lick to her coat, overly long, showing off her tongue and somehow incredibly suggestive. After she continues to look at you with that piercing gaze, her tail tip twitching slightly in reserved anticipation.
There are so many things you could do to her, for her. So many things you desire. You take another step forward, so close now you could reach out and touch her. You could almost lose yourself in her gaze as she grins, offering a wordless invitation whose meaning is nonetheless clear.
"Go on, what are you waiting for?"