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She can smell it during the day.
She more than likely cleans his room, so she might have even tasted it, by proxy.

She's had enough, and she's going to stage a 1-parent intervention to stop her son's behavior right now...before a single drop more goes to waste.

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So, enjoy this additionally pervy picture story. More to come!", "writing": "Claire hadn't truly believed she was going to go through with her plan until the moment finally arrived. The trap in the attic had been set, and her prey walked obliviously through the kitchen downstairs. How would he react? She couldn't know. Would he ever forgive her? Could he possibly understand how difficult this was for her?\n\n\"Ryan!?\" the skunk called loudly.\n\n\"Yeah, Mom?\" her fifteen-year-old son answered from far off.\n\n\"I need help carrying a chest in the attic, can you come up here?\"\n\n\"Can't Elisa do it? I'm making a sandwich.\"\n\nShe used her best `stern mother' tone and said, \"Your sister's still at soccer practice. Come on, it won't take long.\"\n\nShe pictured him muttering as he walked upstairs to the attic door. She waited there, quivering in anticipation. Each plodding step by her son felt like eternity. Finally, Ryan reached the top step. Her young skunk looked around the attic, sniffing. She cut him off, \"It's that chest over there,\" pointing at the heavy object placed far from the steps.\n\nClaire waited until he passed her to close the attic door. And lock it shut. Halfway there, he turned. \"What's that smell, Mom? It's so musty up here. But not like...mold.\"\n\nRyan now noticed his mother blocking the door. She had spent the last three days masturbating furiously in the attic, and the scent of her heat [i]inundated[/i] it. Her odor had plastered her son's nose by now. She said, \"Ryan. I know what you've been doing at night.\"\n\nThe young skunk looked confused at her stare. \"I'm...sorry?\"\n\n\"You've been masturbating nonstop.\"\n\nHer son's eyes widened and his ears drooped, thinking he was in trouble. Or perhaps thinking this was the most awkward thing that would ever be said to him. He was wrong on both counts.\n\n\"Oh, God. How did you know?\"\n\n\"Considering the sounds and scents coming from your room, it wasn't a hard guess.\" She had to hide a chuckle.\n\n\"I'm so embarrassed, Mom. I'll stop. I didn't know you - \"\n\nIt was now or never. The trap had been sprung and every piece was in place. She was surprised at how easy it was for her. Claire said, \"I [i]do[/i] want you to stop, son. Because there's no reason you should have to do that alone.\"\n\nRyan blinked, perplexed. She clarified, \"You could join me.\"\n\nHis jaw dropped. \"In...[i]masturbating[/i]?\"\n\nShe only smiled and stepped forward.\n\nThere was an awkward silence as it finally sunk in that his mother was seriously propositioning him. She was a beautiful skunk, she knew that much. But since her husband's death, she hadn't been able to form a lasting relationship with other men. It had been years since she had last had sex.\n\n\"Y-You're joking, right?\"\n\nWith a deft motion, she split the front of her blouse down the middle, opening it and revealing her lightly furred, naked breasts. \"You see me laughing?\"\n\nHis eyes popped open in disbelief. \"Are you insane!? You're my mom!\"\n\n\"What's insane is each of us suffering alone, when we could be together, Ryan. How [i]good[/i] it would feel...\"\n\nRyan gaped. \"It's incest! What if you get pregnant!?\" he protested.\n\nWith a magician's flourish, Claire produced a packaged condom in her right hand.\n\nBack against the wall, overdosing on her heat, Ryan whined, \"Mom, you're scaring me.\"\n\n\"Oh, [b]sweetheart[/b]...'' Claire cooed, sandwiching him - and his erection. ``All those cold, lonely nights... waiting for that perfect girl...''\n\nHe shuddered, \"Mom, [i]please[/i]...\"\n\nShe whispered, ``She's [i]right here[/i].''\n\nWith that, the teenager devoured her muzzle, and she furiously reciprocated. The change in her son's attitude was dramatic. Muffled whimpers were traded as Claire's blouse, skirt and Ryan's sweatpants were yanked off each other by trembling paws. Claire looked down and gasped, seeing her son's impressive, firm cock protruding from his sheath. Still kissing furiously, Ryan nudged her backwards until they both fell onto the guest bed, a spartan mattress set up for company. The lustful bounce knocked the latex package out of Claire's fingers onto the floor. \n\nWith the desperate teen hovering over her, the mother couldn't reach. Claire yelped, \"Ryan, wait, the cond - mmph....\"\n\nHis tongue needed hers again. And swept up by the passion, she let him take it.\n\nGripping her thighs gently, but needily, Ryan pulled their hips together, not even needing to line himself up. He pushed his virgin dick swiftly between her vaginal lips with a wet [i]squelch! [/i]Claire was so thoroughly soaked - she had been ready for days - that he slid right into the hilt, both of them wailing into each other's throat. But he wasn't wearing protection!\n\nThat rush was enough to break their kiss and exchange more moans, but her son was already humping deep inside her at a brisk pace - he was being gentle but didn't wait [i]at [/i][b][i]all[/i][/b]. How could he? \n\n\"Ryan...don't!\" she screamed...[i]and wrapped her ankles behind his flexing cheeks.[/i] His wide cock pounded her, her entire body shivering. It felt [i]so[/i] good, she didn't want him to stop, but she knew the young virgin couldn't last long. She had to get him off her before he came.\n\nBut Claire felt [b]too[/b] good. She had fantasized about her son for years. How long could he last? Ten thrusts? Fifteen? He was on his fourth, each one sending his mother into moaning ecstasy. His animalistic grunts rattled in her brain and filled the air. She completed the embrace, wrapping her arms around him, too. \"Ohhhh, Ryan!\"\n\nHe shouted a moan with each thrust, on his tenth now, his balls quivering. How many more thrusts could she risk before pulling away? Fifteen, she decided, clenching around his eleventh. But on the twelfth thrust, his moan broke into a scream of urgency. Claire's eyes popped open as she felt his cock start to pulse. Quickly, she unlocked her legs and yelled, ``Ryan, Ryan! Don't! Stop!''\n\n[i]Don't stop.[/i]\n\nWith grit teeth and a roar more befitting a lion, the teen launched [i]eight healthy spurts[/i] directly into her womb.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Claire hadn't truly believed she was going to go through with her plan until the moment finally arrived. The trap in the attic had been set, and her prey walked obliviously through the kitchen downstairs. How would he react? She couldn't know. Would he ever forgive her? Could he possibly understand how difficult this was for her?

"Ryan!?" the skunk called loudly.

"Yeah, Mom?" her fifteen-year-old son answered from far off.

"I need help carrying a chest in the attic, can you come up here?"

"Can't Elisa do it? I'm making a sandwich."

She used her best `stern mother' tone and said, "Your sister's still at soccer practice. Come on, it won't take long."

She pictured him muttering as he walked upstairs to the attic door. She waited there, quivering in anticipation. Each plodding step by her son felt like eternity. Finally, Ryan reached the top step. Her young skunk looked around the attic, sniffing. She cut him off, "It's that chest over there," pointing at the heavy object placed far from the steps.

Claire waited until he passed her to close the attic door. And lock it shut. Halfway there, he turned. "What's that smell, Mom? It's so musty up here. But not like...mold."

Ryan now noticed his mother blocking the door. She had spent the last three days masturbating furiously in the attic, and the scent of her heat inundated it. Her odor had plastered her son's nose by now. She said, "Ryan. I know what you've been doing at night."

The young skunk looked confused at her stare. "I'm...sorry?"

"You've been masturbating nonstop."

Her son's eyes widened and his ears drooped, thinking he was in trouble. Or perhaps thinking this was the most awkward thing that would ever be said to him. He was wrong on both counts.

"Oh, God. How did you know?"

"Considering the sounds and scents coming from your room, it wasn't a hard guess." She had to hide a chuckle.

"I'm so embarrassed, Mom. I'll stop. I didn't know you - "

It was now or never. The trap had been sprung and every piece was in place. She was surprised at how easy it was for her. Claire said, "I do want you to stop, son. Because there's no reason you should have to do that alone."

Ryan blinked, perplexed. She clarified, "You could join me."

His jaw dropped. "In...masturbating?"

She only smiled and stepped forward.

There was an awkward silence as it finally sunk in that his mother was seriously propositioning him. She was a beautiful skunk, she knew that much. But since her husband's death, she hadn't been able to form a lasting relationship with other men. It had been years since she had last had sex.

"Y-You're joking, right?"

With a deft motion, she split the front of her blouse down the middle, opening it and revealing her lightly furred, naked breasts. "You see me laughing?"

His eyes popped open in disbelief. "Are you insane!? You're my mom!"

"What's insane is each of us suffering alone, when we could be together, Ryan. How good it would feel..."

Ryan gaped. "It's incest! What if you get pregnant!?" he protested.

With a magician's flourish, Claire produced a packaged condom in her right hand.

Back against the wall, overdosing on her heat, Ryan whined, "Mom, you're scaring me."

"Oh, sweetheart...'' Claire cooed, sandwiching him -  and his erection. ``All those cold, lonely nights... waiting for that perfect girl...''

He shuddered, "Mom, please..."

She whispered, ``She's right here.''

With that, the teenager devoured her muzzle, and she furiously reciprocated. The change in her son's attitude was dramatic. Muffled whimpers were traded as Claire's blouse, skirt and Ryan's sweatpants were yanked off each other by trembling paws. Claire looked down and gasped, seeing her son's impressive, firm cock protruding from his sheath. Still kissing furiously, Ryan nudged her backwards until they both fell onto the guest bed, a spartan mattress set up for company. The lustful bounce knocked the latex package out of Claire's fingers onto the floor.

With the desperate teen hovering over her, the mother couldn't reach. Claire yelped, "Ryan, wait, the cond - mmph...."

His tongue needed hers again. And swept up by the passion, she let him take it.

Gripping her thighs gently, but needily, Ryan pulled their hips together, not even needing to line himself up. He pushed his virgin dick swiftly between her vaginal lips with a wet squelch! Claire was so thoroughly soaked -  she had been ready for days -  that he slid right into the hilt, both of them wailing into each other's throat. But he wasn't wearing protection!

That rush was enough to break their kiss and exchange more moans, but her son was already humping deep inside her at a brisk pace - he was being gentle but didn't wait at all. How could he?

"Ryan...don't!" she screamed...and wrapped her ankles behind his flexing cheeks. His wide cock pounded her, her entire body shivering. It felt so good, she didn't want him to stop, but she knew the young virgin couldn't last long. She had to get him off her before he came.

But Claire felt too good. She had fantasized about her son for years. How long could he last? Ten thrusts? Fifteen? He was on his fourth, each one sending his mother into moaning ecstasy. His animalistic grunts rattled in her brain and filled the air. She completed the embrace, wrapping her arms around him, too. "Ohhhh, Ryan!"

He shouted a moan with each thrust, on his tenth now, his balls quivering. How many more thrusts could she risk before pulling away? Fifteen, she decided, clenching around his eleventh. But on the twelfth thrust, his moan broke into a scream of urgency. Claire's eyes popped open as she felt his cock start to pulse. Quickly, she unlocked her legs and yelled, ``Ryan, Ryan! Don't! Stop!''

Don't stop.

With grit teeth and a roar more befitting a lion, the teen launched eight healthy spurts directly into her womb.

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