>>2567945
Then the scene could go something along the lines of Rod swapping out at the last second for whatever reason (sickness, personal emergency, etc.). Sheila and Rod walk into a disguised Bobby along the way, and thinking that he's the studio's newest hire, tag Rod out with him, and the two then walk into set like scheduled. Bobby plays along, thinking that he'll be walking into another picture altogether, and he'll get to fuck this big booby bimbo for his troubles.
Things go like in the previous post, with Sheila and Bobby arriving in time to join the fray. At first Bobby's hesitant, shocked even, but figures that he might as well keep the ruse; could be fear of getting caught and making the scene infinitely more awkward (without thinking how much worse it'd be if he was discovered during the act itself), could be that he's become so turned on by the prospect of laying Sheila since tagging in that he's merely thinking with his boner at this point. Whatever the case may be, the younger fox ultimately joins the foursome.
At first he's merely keeping his hands to Sheila, trying to stay as far from Helen's stage as possible; leaving his mother at the service of the other two costars as he mutes out the throes of her passion. But after getting egged on by Zig 'not to play shy', he follows direction to maintain his guise; just a hand caressing Helen's waist or outer thigh, aiming to avoid an intimate touch while his main focus is on groping Sheila's bouncing tit as she jerks him while eating Helen out as she sits on the bimbo vixen's muzzle, while getting pounded herself by J.T.
However, any attempts to distance himself from an oedipal experience are finally smashed by Helen herself, who yanks Bobby's hand from her side and tucks it into her cunt, just above where Sheila's lapping at her pussy like a thirsty mutt. A blender of emotions rush into Bobby, which mire with his own lust as Sheila's grip pumps his own meat still; until the more seasoned vixen takes his hand above her tongue and secures his hand over Helen's love button. It's not so much that Sheila's grasp guides his fingers to the mature vixen's clit that rattles him the most, but rather the fact that once he picks up on the vixen's rhythm, his fingers throttle up on their own. He has crossed a line, and feels barely any shame to realize that he's liking it.
Things only scale from there, with Bobby swaps in with J.T. to fuck Sheila while his tagout gets a blowjob from Helen. Finally, Bobby gets a turn with the vixen he's been drooling over, and he rails Sheila something fierce while reaching out to grasp onto her big bouncy baookas. The four reach a climax nearly simultaneously, with Bobby creaming Sheila's pussy, Helen gushing on the vixen's face, and J.T. emptying a mouthful of seed into Helen's throat. Being consumate professionals (and a bunch of horny fucks) it doesn't take long before they are ready to keep going at it, so Bobby gets all of a minute of post-nut clarity to process what happened; until Zig-Zag joins in and the next scene starts rolling.
His youthful stamina helps him keep up a pace without lagging to far from the others, whereas Helen's unbriddled lust likewise keeps her wanting for more. Just a little bit of foreplay is all it takes for engines to start running again, and then everyone's back at their raunchiest. This time it's Zig's turn to toy with Helen, while Bobby and J.T. spitroast Sheila, with the fox plugging the vixen's maw while the other canine pumps in and out of the vixen.
The fuckfest continues, until Zig-Zag lays face up on the counter next to Sheila, as Helen lowers her dripping slit onto her muzzle. Seeing an opportunity to vent out old frustrations, Bobby detaches himself from the vixen's mouth and moves over to the side. There, he wastes no time to lift Zig's legs over his shoulders and guide his shaft into the cunt who complicated his life years before. Fast and furious, he pistons his hips away against Zig-Zag's, who thrills at his energy and glides her hand down to mash her clit as she slurps up Helen's sexual lube.
At last, things come to a boiling point for the second time as Bobby unloads a spiteful burst of spurts into Zig's sex, just shortly before Helen's lower lips burst a dam over the smutty dame's face as well. Exhaustion is seemingly catching up as the threesome pant and gasp in heat, with Helen seemingly collapsing forward atop Zig-Zag. Bobby catches his mother reflexively, and is about to risk blowing his cover by asking if she's okay, when she lifts her gaze and locks eyes with his disguise. His shorted breath stops him from voicing any concern in time, yet his mother's wanting eyes keep him frozen in place.
It's only when Helen finally collects her air to utter a single phrase that silence shatters between the two; yet her words only paralyze Bobby further as his overwhelmed sense of self simply cannot keep up with his circumstances, nor process Helen's words as they leave her shaking lips:
"My turn."
Bobby can't stop her from slipping his grasp, and so Helen sinks her face onto Zig-Zag's navel, where she sticks out her tongue and laps up some of Bobby's cum leaking from her friend's pussy; savoring the salty blend of fluids brewed from lust. Then, she lifts her face, and before Zig's thighs can clench on her muzzle and before Bobby realizes her next move, she gobbles the limp hunk of fox meat into her mouth.
A jolt runs through the veins of the fox, who stiffens up, unbelieving of what just happened. Helen meanwhile slurps and slobbers his deflated flesh, wiping it clean from any and all residuals from fucking Zig-Zag, and replacing it with a fresh coat of spit. The fox gasps, unable to neglect his pleasure despite any moral objection that may still linger at the back of his mind. This is yet another line that the two should never have crossed under any circumstances, and yet there she was, the woman whose womb spawned him two decades ago, suckling on his cock as if it was some popsicle in a heatwave; all while laying naked atop the likewise nude smut diva whose invitation ultimmately placed them there.
This time, neither get to rest as Helen devours her lover's meat, slowly reviving his libido at a steady pace; all while Bobby fails to stop her. Any sort of rational thought has left Helen's mind now, and whatever sanity remained in Bobby is now taking its leave as well; lust and passion being all that remains in the heat of the moment. Thus, the fox soon goes from standin still in hesitation, to placing his hands over Helen's head in order to assist her as she sucks closer and closer to the base of his shaft. At last, once Bobby's rod returns to full erection and gags Helen's throat, the loving housewife-turned-sex fiend pulls back her head, then turns over Zig-Zag in order to present herself at the edge of the counter to her lover.
Bobby follows her cue immediately, stepping over to the side in order to position himself between Helen's legs, whereas the mature vixen tucks her fingers over her underlips and pulls them apart in anticipation. Operating purely on instinct at this point, almost mechanically, Bobby collects his throbbing flesh in one hand and, turning his hidden gaze directly towards Helen's and, primed by the wanting look of desire in her eyes, breaks the final tabboo. With one sharp thrust, Bobby's shaft lunges past his palm and disappears between Helen's velvety folds. A choked gasp ecapes both vulpines the instant the two connect, followed by a moment of stillness where Helen adjusts her seat and Bobby cements his grasp on her.
There is no turning back now. Mother and son are entangled in the most intimate way; and the only course left is to consumate their passion.
Indeed, once he has slipped in, the younger fox begins his humping rhythm anew for the third time; lead by the pace of Helen's hips. The older vixen seemingly melts in the arms of this virile stud whose every thrust enkindles her passion hotter and hotter. Meanwhile, Bobby pumps his shaft in and out of the slot that it was shaped after, taking turns with his hands to explore Helen's body like he neglected before; all without letting her loose off his grasp. There is a marked difference in his execution by this point, as whereas his fuck with Sheila was marked by juvenile eagerness and Zig-Zag's by a burning sense of comeuppance, his breeding with Helen stands out by being equal parts gentle and passionate. Lovingly.
They were making love.
Over the course of their intercourse, both foxes feel a unique warmth that truly elevates their pleasure above the efforts of their previous partners. One which neither could describe with a sober mind, let alone one clouded thick with the fog of desire. Yet Helen couldn't help but feel an underlying sense of fulifllment with each jolt that came from her lover's shaft ramming deep into her sex; much alike Bobby's own core fluttering every time that his meat scrubbed the velvety passage in between his mother's legs.
Finally, the build-up is too much for either to resist. Helen's hips quake in spasms as Bobby tenses up and thrusts his shaft all the way inside Helen's slit, whose lips engulf the fox up to the hilt as he mimics his father and spurts all of his seed upon Helen's folds. The two vulpines tense up for a moment, before it becomes Bobby's turn to collapse atop Helen's chest; both ultimately spent from effort. It's during their shared rest, among a mire of panting and strained breaths, that Helen nears her muzzle to her lover's ear, to utter a single remark:
"So, don't you wish you had a mother like me? Or would you still feel weird about how good you just made me feel?"
Dun-dun-duuun.
Turns out, Helen didn't quite realize about the swap, nor did she pay much mind to the features of her lover so as to match them with the fox that she met minutes earlier. As far as she was concerned, he and the masked, muzzled fox laying on top of her were one and the same; much like the rest of the studio who mistook them for fresh talent.
As far as Helen knew, she had just fucked Rod.
As far as anyone else knew, they had just fucked with the new guy from last week.
As far as Bobby knew, he had just fucked a creampie into his mother.
Astonished, words escape Bobby's breath as he find himself mute before his mother's question. Speechless, yet unwilling to leave her unanswered, he clung on to the coattails of his sexual bravado. Without breaking away from the sultry stare on Helen's face, the younger fox swiftly undoes the clasps holding the muzzle half of his costume together, then pulls away the leather and lunges forward. His lips locks with Helen's, who swiftly overcomes the suddeness and returns the gesture. Spit cycles back and forth each other's mouth as their tongues toss and tumble around each other as both foxes bask in the afterglow of their romp; all while their remaining three costars are busy with a bucking of their own.
At last, it is Bobby who breaks away from the kiss, pulling himself up while Helen remains a soaked, panting mess on the counter. He leaves the stage discretely, while the other three finish their separate scene and then turn back to join the rising star of the film. The fox discards the disguise back where he first 'borrowed' it, then wanders off to the lounge; his high receding enough for him to sober up and ponder what he just had done.
And for the better or the worse, he feels no regrets for coming along to join his mother on her breakout role.
(Whoa, I kinda wandered off there)
For bonus points, it turns out the new guy that Bobby replaced had the snip, so none of the gals would worry about a pregnancy.
Flash forward a couple months, and all three start showing up bumps in their bellies.
>>2567977
Yeah, I know the chances of him being involved in any way are slim; zero to none for a scene with Helen.
Still, it's fun to imagine what if.
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