Jerry Reinard stepped into his university dorm room in Upstate New York, the familiar chaos of books, clothes, and baseball gear greeting him like an old lover. Spring break had ended, leaving behind a trail of sultry memories with his mother, Judy, back in Willowfield. Now, as he dropped his backpack onto the narrow bed, the mattress creaked under its weight, echoing the electric heat still simmering in his veins from their forbidden trysts. The small space was a testament to his dual life—stacks of criminal justice textbooks jostled for space with worn mitts and bats, while the faint hum of campus life seeped through the window, a teasing whisper against the primal pulse Judy had awakened in him. He ran a paw through his golden fur, his body taut with anticipation, as he began to unpack, each item a silent reminder of the sensual secrets he carried.

The dorm room was a cozy cocoon, its walls plastered with posters of environmental rallies and legal debates, reflecting Jerry’s passions beyond the baseball diamond. A worn guitar leaned against his desk, strings still humming from late-night jam sessions at the café, a sensual escape from his studies. The air held a faint trace of his cologne—woodsy and warm—mingling with the musty scent of old books, creating an intoxicating blend that wrapped around him like Judy’s embrace. He tossed a sweat-stained jersey onto a chair, his mind drifting to the way her tail had swished against his thighs during their last encounter, her scent—a heady mix of floral perfume and vixen musk—still lingering in his senses. The window overlooked the bustling quad, where students laughed and flirted under the spring moon, oblivious to the taboo fire burning in Jerry’s chest. His bed, unmade and slightly rumpled, bore the imprint of restless nights dreaming of her, the sheets faintly scented with his musk—a prelude to the heat he longed to reignite.

A sudden knock on the door jolted him from his reverie, his pulse quickening as he crossed the room, his bare paws silent on the hardwood floor. Opening it, he found Judy standing there, a vision of radiant allure under the hallway’s fluorescent glow. Her pilot’s uniform was gone, replaced by a tight blouse that hugged her breasts like a lover’s caress, the fabric straining against their fullness, buttons daring to pop with every breath she took. A short skirt teased the curve of her thick thighs, swaying with each restless flick of her fluffy tail, its golden fur catching the light like molten honey. Her scent flooded his senses—an irresistible cocktail of floral sweetness and the musky edge of a vixen in heat—sending a shiver down his spine and a stir to his groin. “Mom? What are you doing here?” Jerry asked, his voice a husky mix of surprise and burgeoning desire as he stepped aside, inviting her into his sanctuary, the door clicking shut behind her like a lover’s promise.

Judy smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous heat as she sealed them in their private world. “I missed you, sweetie,” she purred, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that caressed his ears like velvet. “Spring break wasn’t nearly enough, and, well… I’m in heat. I couldn’t stay away.” Her words hung in the air, dripping with promise, and Jerry felt his jeans tighten, his massive 12-inch cock twitching at the thought of her need mirroring his own. She set her bag down, her movements deliberate, hips swaying as she kicked off her shoes, revealing dainty paws that padded across the floor with a grace that belied her urgency. “Thought I’d surprise my favorite fox,” she teased, her tail brushing his leg as she closed the distance, her curves pressing against his athletic frame in a hug that ignited sparks beneath his fur. The warmth of her body seeped into him, her voluptuous form a perfect fit against his muscular build, stirring memories of their clandestine camping trips and roadside romps.

They settled onto his narrow bed, the mattress groaning under their combined weight, a sensual symphony that mirrored the tension building between them. Judy crossed her legs, her skirt riding up to reveal more of those enticing thighs, the sight making Jerry’s mouth water as he imagined tracing them with his tongue. “So, how was your flight back?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes dark with hunger, tracing the swell of her breasts as they strained against her blouse. She leaned back slightly, giving him a better view, her tail flicking with playful intent. “Oh, it was uneventful,” she replied, her voice a sultry hum, “except for this one passenger who wouldn’t stop flirting. Kept asking for a ‘private tour’ of the cockpit—like I’d ever leave the controls for that.” She rolled her eyes, but her smirk was pure vixen, inviting him into her world, her paw resting on his knee, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core.

Jerry chuckled, the sound low and warm, his paw itching to touch her as their conversation deepened. “Sounds like you’ve got admirers everywhere, Mom. Did you give him a wink at least?” Judy’s laugh was throaty, a sensual melody that danced through the room. “Maybe a little one,” she admitted, her paw inching up his thigh, her touch a slow burn that made his breath hitch. “But I told him I’m more interested in flying than fueling his fantasies. Had a rough landing in Denver last week, though—crosswinds were a bitch. Stuck it like a pro, got the crew clapping.” Her pride shimmered in her eyes, and Jerry felt a swell of admiration—and arousal—at her confidence, her strength a heady aphrodisiac that made his cock strain harder against his jeans.

“That’s my mom,” he said, his voice thick with affection and something deeper, his paw sliding to cover hers, squeezing gently as their fingers intertwined. “Always handling the tough stuff. How do you do it—flying those beasts, dealing with passengers, looking like… that?” His gaze dipped to her chest, then back to her face, a silent worship of her beauty, his thumb tracing circles on her paw that sent shivers up her arm. Judy’s smirk widened, her paw now resting higher on his thigh, her touch sparking heat in his groin. “Focus and instinct, baby,” she murmured, her voice a husky caress. “Like you on the mound, nailing every pitch. Takes dedication—and a little fire in the belly.” Her eyes locked onto his, the double entendre igniting a blaze in his loins, her scent wrapping around him like a lover’s promise, pulling him closer to the edge of restraint.

Their conversation flowed like a sensual dance, each word weaving them tighter into each other’s orbit. “Baseball’s been brutal,” Jerry shared, his tone softening as he leaned into her touch, his free paw resting on the bed, inches from her hip. “Coach is pushing us hard—hours of drills, my arm’s screaming by the end. But I love it, you know? That rush when the ball flies just right.” Judy nodded, her paw lingering, stroking lightly over the denim, her claws grazing just enough to tease. “I get it,” she said, her voice warm and intimate, “that thrill when you’re in control, when everything clicks. Like when I bring a plane down smooth after turbulence—nothing beats it.” She paused, her tail brushing his hip, her eyes darkening with intent. “Well, almost nothing.” Her words were a velvet invitation, her breath catching as she leaned closer, her blouse stretching tight across her breasts, the fabric whispering promises of what lay beneath.

Jerry’s heart raced, his mind drifting to the lessons etched into his soul from dreams and nightmares—Lilith’s voice echoing through him, her teeth a stark reminder of consent’s sanctity. “Speaking of thrills,” he ventured, his voice dropping to a sensual growl, “I hit up the café last night—jammed with some friends. Played ‘til midnight, fingers sore but the crowd was wild.” Judy’s eyes lit up, her paw squeezing his thigh, her touch igniting a fire he couldn’t douse. “My musical fox,” she purred, leaning closer, her scent intoxicating as her breasts brushed his arm. “Bet you had them swooning. Did you play that slow one I love—the one that makes me melt?” Her words were a tease, her voice a sultry melody, and Jerry grinned, his heart pounding as he felt her heat against him. “Yeah, ‘Moonlit Whispers.’ Thought of you the whole time,” he admitted, his paw tracing circles on her hand, their connection electric, the air thickening with unspoken desire.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the walls pulsing with the heat of their shared history—their first forbidden kiss after her divorce, the way her silk robe had slipped to reveal her curves, the nights they’d tangled in each other’s arms, defying norms with a love as fierce as it was tender. Judy shifted, her body brushing his, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur that sent shivers down his spine. “Jerry, I’ve been thinking about you all week,” she confessed, her paw sliding higher, sparking heat in his groin as her claws grazed the bulge in his jeans. “This heat—it’s driving me wild, and I need you.” Her eyes were molten, her tail flicking with restless energy, and Jerry felt his own hunger rise, his cock straining painfully against the denim, aching to be freed. Her blouse gaped slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, her milk-laden breasts a silent promise that made his mouth water with anticipation.

But he paused, his mind sharp despite the ache, the lessons of Lilith’s dreams anchoring him. He took a steadying breath, his paws trembling slightly as he gently grasped hers, halting her ascent. “Mom,” he said, his voice steady yet tender, thick with desire and resolve, “I want this too—God, you have no idea how much—but I need to ask first. Are you sure? Right here, right now? I need to know you’re okay with it, that you want me as much as I want you.” His blue eyes searched hers, earnest and loving, the memory of Lilith’s teeth and her subsequent rewards unspoken but heavy in his chest, a silent vow to always honor her will.

Judy’s gaze softened, a flicker of surprise melting into a warm, loving smile that made his chest ache with adoration. “Jerry,” she breathed, her paw cupping his cheek, her touch a gentle fire that sent warmth flooding through him, “oh, my sweet boy, that’s so beautiful of you to ask. Yes, I’m sure—I came here because I want you, need you. My heat’s screaming for you, and I’m here, giving you my yes, clear as the sky I fly in.” She tilted her head, her tail brushing his side, her voice a husky vow that wrapped around his heart. “I love that you care enough to check—it means everything to me.” Her thumb stroked his cheek, her eyes shining with pride and desire, her praise a sensual balm that eased his tension and stoked his longing.

“You’re amazing, Jerry,” she continued, her voice rich with affection, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering as her scent enveloped him. “So thoughtful, so respectful—it’s one of the things I love most about you. Asking me like that, it makes this even hotter, knowing we’re in this together, fully and freely.” Her words were a sultry caress, her paw sliding back to his thigh, her touch bolder now, assured by his consent, igniting a fire that spread through his veins. Jerry’s throat tightened, relief and arousal washing over him as he nodded, his voice rough with emotion. “I just want it to be right, Mom. I love you too much to ever push you,” he rasped, his paws resting on her hips, pulling her closer, their mutual consent sealing their bond in a way that felt both wholesome and wickedly thrilling.

With that sacred agreement woven into their connection, Judy slid off the bed with a wicked grin, her movements fluid and enticing as she knelt before him, her golden fur glowing in the dim light. She tugged down his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion, freeing his massive 12-inch cock, already hard and throbbing with need, its thick veins pulsing under her hungry gaze. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” she purred, her paw wrapping around the base, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, a slow, sensual lick that drew a deep, guttural groan from Jerry’s throat. She looked up at him, her blue eyes blazing with possessive heat, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, stretching around his girth with a delicious moan that vibrated through him, sending shivers of pleasure racing up his spine.

Her tongue swirled with expert grace, teasing the sensitive underside, tracing the ridge of his glans with a lover’s precision that made his hips buck, his claws digging into the sheets as he surrendered to her skill. “God, Mom, your mouth,” he rasped, his voice strained with ecstasy, his body trembling under her touch as she bobbed her head, her lips sliding down his shaft, wet and warm, her paw stroking what she couldn’t fit. The room filled with the sultry sounds of her sucking—the soft slurps, the hums of approval—mingling with Jerry’s labored breaths, his groans a primal melody that fueled her fervor. She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum, her tongue darting out to lap at his tip again, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as if it were a delicacy she’d craved for weeks.

Judy’s pace quickened, her throat relaxing to take him deeper, her tongue relentless as it danced along his length, coaxing more pre-cum to coat her mouth, her taste buds reveling in the salty sweetness of him. “Missed your big cock, Jerry,” she murmured, her voice muffled but dripping with lust, pulling back just enough to let her hot breath tease his slick skin, “and this tasty cum—it’s been too damn long.” She dove back in, her lips tight around him, sucking harder as her free paw massaged his balls, rolling them gently, her claws grazing just enough to send sparks up his spine. Jerry’s head tipped back, his body a live wire under her skilled touch, his moans growing louder as she worshipped him with a devotion that was both tender and fiercely erotic, her love for him palpable in every stroke, every lick.

Her muzzle worked him with a rhythm born of their shared history, her tongue swirling around the head, dipping into the slit to taste him fully, her moans vibrating against his flesh as she reveled in his responses. “You’re so fucking good,” he panted, his voice a desperate growl, his hips rocking slightly to meet her, lost in the heat of her adoration. She hummed again, the vibration a jolt of pleasure that made his balls tighten, her eyes locked on his, watching every twitch of his face, every shudder of his frame, feeding off his ecstasy as she brought him closer to the edge. Her golden tail swished behind her, a playful counterpoint to the intense focus of her mouth, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement, milk beading at her nipples, a silent promise of more intimacy to come.

As Judy knelt before him, her muzzle enveloped his throbbing 12-inch cock with a rhythm that spoke of their shared history, her tongue swirling around the swollen head, dipping into the slit with a teasing flick that sent electric shivers racing up Jerry’s spine. Her moans vibrated against his flesh, a sultry hum that pulsed through him as she reveled in his every twitch, every ragged breath, her golden tail swishing behind her like a metronome of desire. Her breasts swayed gently with each bob of her head, milk beading at her nipples, a tantalizing promise that made his mouth water.

Then, with a wicked glint in her blue eyes, she pulled back just enough to let his slick shaft rest against her lips, her breath hot and teasing as she murmured, her voice muffled yet dripping with playful heat, “Found something juicy on your laptop last time, Jerry.” Her tongue darted out, lapping at the pre-cum glistening on his tip, slow and deliberate, savoring him like a forbidden treat. “MILF porn, Nick Wilde x Mrs. Wilde stuff—naughty boy, I know what gets you going.” Her words were a sultry caress, wrapping around his senses as she resumed her worship, her lips sliding down his length with renewed fervor, sucking him deeper, her paw stroking the base in perfect sync.

Jerry’s face flushed beneath his golden fur, a delicious mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding his veins as her mouth worked him with relentless skill, her tongue tracing every vein, coaxing more of his essence to coat her throat. His mind spun, overwhelmed by the wet heat of her lips, the possessive grip of her paw, the way her eyes locked onto his, watching him unravel. “So, baby,” she purred between sucks, pulling back again to let her words dance over his slick skin, her lips brushing his tip in a featherlight tease that made his hips buck, “how do I stack up against those vids? Those hot MILFs, those steamy scenes—am I hotter? Do I suck you better than they ever could?”

Her voice was a seductive challenge, thick with lust and mischief, her paw tightening around him, stroking slowly as she waited, her breath a warm torment against his aching cock. Jerry struggled to answer, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. His paws gripped the sheets tighter, claws digging in as he tried to form words through the haze, the sensation of her mouth—so tight, so perfect—short-circuiting his thoughts. “Fuck, Mom,” he finally managed, his voice strained, a desperate growl that broke free as she dove back in, taking him deep, her throat constricting around his girth with a heat that made his vision blur. “You’re… you’re incredible—so much hotter, so much better. Those vids don’t even fucking compare.”

Her eyes sparkled with delight, a sultry pride glowing in their depths as she hummed in approval, the vibration sending a jolt straight to his balls, tightening them with the promise of release. She pulled back just enough to flash him a grin, pure vixen mischief, her lips glistening with his pre-cum, her tongue flicking out to tease him again, lapping at the head with slow, deliberate strokes that drove him wild. “Caught me,” he rasped, his voice a husky laugh, thick with love and lust, his paws flexing against the bed as he surrendered to her. “But you’re the real deal, Mom—way better than any fantasy, any video. You give the best blowjobs, the best sex—fuck, no one’s ever come close to you.” His confession poured out, raw and fervent, his blush deepening as her gaze softened, a tender heat mingling with the fire of her desire. She dove back in with a possessive moan, taking him deeper still, her throat a tight, wet haven that pulsed around him, her love and skill weaving a spell that promised to unravel him completely, their bond a flame that burned brighter with every sensual touch.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, a sultry pride glowing in their depths as she dove back in, taking him deeper, her throat constricting around his girth with a possessive heat that made him groan louder. “And you give me the best sex ever, Jerry,” she purred between sucks, her words vibrating against him, “nothing beats this—us.” She teased him further, her voice a seductive whisper as she pulled back, letting his cock rest against her lips, “Bet you’ve been stroking this beast to me, huh? Imagining my lips, my pussy—admit it, baby.” Jerry’s blush deepened, his breath ragged as he nodded, his body trembling with the intensity of her attention. “Every damn time,” he confessed, “you’re my fantasy, Mom—always have been.” Her laughter was a throaty purr, her paw stroking him as she resumed her oral worship, her tongue tracing every vein, her lips sucking with a fervor that promised to unravel him completely.

The pressure built, his balls tightening as she drove him to the brink, her mouth a relentless haven of pleasure that left him teetering on the edge of release. “Mom, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice a desperate growl, his body tensing with the impending explosion, his claws shredding the sheets in his grip. Judy didn’t falter, sucking harder, her tongue swirling with fierce intent, her paw pumping in rhythm with her mouth, her eyes urging him to let go. With a guttural moan, Jerry erupted, his cum flooding her mouth in thick, hot spurts, each pulse a testament to his need, his love, his surrender to her. She took it all, her throat working to swallow every drop, her lips lingering as she milked him dry, licking them clean with a satisfied purr that rumbled in her chest, her tail swishing with contentment as she savored his taste.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” Jerry panted, pulling her up into his lap, their lips crashing in a deep, passionate kiss that tasted of him, a salty-sweet intimacy that deepened their bond. Their tongues tangled, sharing the aftermath of his release, her body pressing against his, her skirt hiking up to reveal damp panties that brushed his still-hard cock, her heat radiating through the thin fabric. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, grinding against him, her voice a sultry plea that made his shaft twitch anew, eager to plunge into her warmth. He reached for her panties, fingers brushing the soaked lace, ready to peel them away and bury himself in her, when the door rattled, shattering their cocoon of lust with a jolt that made them freeze.

Judy’s eyes widened, her breath catching as Jerry’s roommate, Tom, stepped in, his floppy wolf ears perking at the faint noises, his lanky frame filling the doorway. “Hey, Jerry, what’s—oh, hi, Mrs. Reinard,” he said, blinking in surprise, his gaze darting between them with a clueless innocence that almost made Jerry laugh. Judy slid off Jerry with practiced ease, smoothing her skirt with a calm that belied the heat still pulsing in her veins, her tail swishing nonchalantly as she stood. “Hi, Tom!” she chirped, her voice smooth as silk, masking the fire beneath with a motherly warmth that was almost comical. “Just helping Jerry rearrange his stuff—spring cleaning, you know.”

Jerry nodded, adjusting his jeans discreetly, his heart pounding as he played along, grateful for the dim light that hid the bulge he couldn’t fully conceal. “Yeah, moving some books around, getting organized,” he said, his tone casual despite the adrenaline coursing through him, praying Tom wouldn’t notice the rumpled sheets or the faint scent of sex lingering in the air. Tom shrugged, his obliviousness a blessing, his floppy ears twitching as he dropped his backpack by his own bed, fishing out his headphones with a distracted air. “Cool. Need any help?” he offered, already plugging in his music, his focus drifting away from the charged atmosphere he’d stumbled into, leaving Jerry and Judy exchanging a relieved glance.

“Nah, we’re good,” Jerry replied quickly, shooting Judy a look that promised more later, his voice steady despite the thrill of their near miss. “Mom’s just heading out.” Judy grabbed her bag, her movements graceful as she leaned in for a quick hug, her lips brushing his ear with a whisper only he could hear. “Motel next time, more privacy,” she breathed, her voice a sultry promise that sent a shiver down his spine, her paw squeezing his arm with hidden intent. “Got a flight to catch, Tom, but lovely seeing you,” she said aloud, her smile bright and innocent as she hugged Jerry briefly, her warmth lingering as she slipped out, leaving a trail of her scent that teased his senses like a lover’s farewell.

Tom settled in, popping on his headphones, his focus lost to the music, completely unaware of the steamy encounter he’d interrupted, his deer-like calm a stark contrast to the fire still smoldering in Jerry’s chest. Jerry flopped onto his bed, his mind replaying the thrill of Judy’s mouth, the close call with Tom, the promise of their next rendezvous keeping his cock half-hard beneath his jeans. “Soon,” he murmured to the dark, a smile curving his lips, their taboo love a flame that burned brighter with every secret touch, a wholesome heat he’d cherish forever. The dorm room felt alive with their echoes, the posters and guitar silent witnesses to a bond that defied all but their own rules, a love as fierce as it was tender, waiting to flare again in the shadows of a motel room far from prying eyes.

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Characters: Judy Reinard and Jerry Reinard ©  judyjudith

Art by:  tony07734123/KangWolf