Kyle watched as his mother retreated down to use her mouth to revive his man meat. Kyle was disturbed at his mother performing fellatio on him, but a the same time, the sensation was amazing. His mind was so confused and conflicted. His raising and higher human intellect told him this was wrong, but his raging primal teenage hormones did not want to pass up free sex.
Not helping his crisis of faith was the fact that his mom still looked a lot like his mom despite being infected. Unlike most of the anthros he had seen on the news so far, his mother had lacked a muzzle, only had fur on her ears, tail, and Holstein spots, had hooven toes, an udder, and two breasts sitting under her original breasts, which were now far larger than her head now, and each breast was sporting four teats.
Once he was sufficiently hard, she stopped her ministrations and slipped back on him. "Moooooo~ You're such a good boy, Kyle... Making your momma feel so good..." She begins pounding up and down on his stick, her tail thrashing about as her udder sloshes on his belly. Kyle is riveted as he is feeling his second build-up of the day, nay, his life, and it's coming at the hands of his mom, who is now lost in a low lolling moo.
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