"Tirrel honey, could you come here a minute?"
Tirrel begrudgingly rolled out of bed, slipping his underwear back on. He headed towards his mom's room to see what she needed.
He opened the door, and there his mom sat, topless in a bra, facing away from him. "Mom, what the hell?"
"Sweetie, could you help me get out of this bra? I think something ripped, and I can't reach it by myself."
Tirrel had never seen his mom like this before, and it was… strangely arousing. He gulped and agreed to help her.
As he struggled to undo the bra, he began to sweat. His mom's fur was so soft and warm, and he started to get hard from the contact. What the hell is wrong with me? She's my mom, dammit! Why is my body doing this?
He finally got the bra undone. She let out a sigh of relief, and turned around to face him, completely topless, her breasts hardly noticable under all her luscious fur. "What's that in your boxer shorts, hmm?" Tirrel turned bright red.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.