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His morals and views were slightly twisted because of his environment, this was true, yet no part of him seemed to have anticipated the sudden change of scene – of mood. All he could think was that Salvia would have known what to do, but that too was probably wrong, and the same scene was not likely to evolve between his litter sibling and their mother. There was a turning void inside his head, greedily devouring every attempt to form a coherent thought as to how to deal. The result was the immovable, black doll before his mother. But his obvious shellshock didn’t slow her steady, indecent approach. Her hand crawled to a place it had no business crawling, like five hungering larvae blindly scuttling towards forbidden fruit.
Had he known other women and the act itself, he would have known the right thing to do. Alas, he was blue eyed in the truest sense, and could only gawk under his blanket of bodily paralysis. Her hand squeezed his male organ, and it felt terribly wrong. It seemed to rouse him in more than one ways. Hormones and physical mechanics knew how to respond to such suggestive stimuli, and he was powerless to stop it. But he was no longer stunned by the change of course, and leaned backwards in the opposite direction of her coiling body. She pressed his hand against one of her womanly curves, whispering her perplexing question. Had she not heard the sweet words he had spoken mere moments ago? He was her only son and he treasured her more than everything.
”I do…” his drastically weakened voice managed to push out, confusion dancing vividly with every tone. Black ears lay flat against the top of his neck, and his shrunken pupils were growing again, now along with his virgin organ, though the former seemed to display characteristics of uncertain horror. Any male on his age should have known better, but he was a child trapped in a grown man’s body.
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