He stratched his head, blushing again. "Er, nothing." I poked him in the ribs playfully. "Oh, c'mon, just tell me." He sighed. "I guess there's no h...ding from the boss," he teased. Then he went silent, looking at the floor, shuffling his feet. "And she told me, well...to not fuck the hell out of you." Unexpectingly, I laughed. "You know I won't, right?" he asked. "Of course," I laughed. "Its just its a bit weird Emily would tell you that, isn't it?" "Oh, well, Aunt Em's just like that.. Andrew had always been attracted to his mum. She was 37 years old, large breast and short brown hair. Andrews dad waled out when he was 7. when he hit 13, he started to spy on his mum in the shower. He had saw her tits in the shower. He had saw her playing with her pussy as she got out the shower. It was safe to say that Andrew was in love with his mum. He looked over to ask his mum a question when he saw that her nipple had slipped out of her bikini top. He was immediately aroused. Andrew was. .You're not......who.....*grunts*....who are.....*gasps*......you?” Lobo managed to voice between bouts of pumping seman. Seeing the little fox's eyes wide with shock and unknown pleasure, Lobo released the fox's shoulders and supported him from falling over. The young fox was caught mid orgasm in both shock and a blocked prostate, his penis was bloated with the urge blow, but only a thin stream was allowed to flow. Lobo licked his hand, and stroked the fox's cock till he came with a forceful. "I've got this under control," I tell her as I turn my attention back to you. "Please!" I say again and you aren't frustrated. You can hear in my tone that it's the only word I can speak. My voice sounds as if it might belong to somebody else, somebody who isn't in control, somebody pained. Behind me now as if it might be your designated position, your aching cock, the one I desire so much, touches my arse which twitches involuntarily. "Are you going to be a good girl and take this?" you ask.