Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: A Mother’s Devout Lesson

Jax blinked, his vision swimming as he settled into Brian’s body. He looked down at the soft and small hands. He wiggled the fingers.

’Well, this is disgusting.’

His attention drifted lower on to the main thing. He cupped the loose, small balls through the pajama pants. Then he gave the short, half-hard cock a tentative stroke.

’Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Hope the stamina is better than the equipment.’

’Well anyways if I don’t find it interesting I am gonna use my real body instead’.

He heard the distinct sound of water splashing from the bathroom. A slow, wicked grin spread across Brian’s face.

’Cleansing yourself before you serve your son? How thoughtful.’

He padded quietly out of the room and into the hallway. Seeing Nyara’s bedroom empty, he positioned himself just outside the bathroom door, where the light spilled onto the floor. He took a deep breath and put on his best, trembling, innocent voice.

”Oh, God,” he whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the water. ”Please, make my mother happy. Don’t let her feel lonely anymore. I... I try so hard to be like Dad was, but I can’t. I failed again today. I was helpless.”

He paused for dramatic effect, listening. The water had stopped.

”I hear... bad men. They say dirty things make women happy. That it chases the loneliness away. But how? How do I do it? Is it... kissing? Like on the lips?”

He brought his own fingers to his lips, kissing them softly. ’God, this is cringe. But effective.’

”Mom kisses me on the cheek and forehead. That doesn’t count, right? The other parts... mom does a lot? I don’t understand! God, please, tell me how to help my mom!”

The bathroom door creaked open. Nyara stood there, a towel wrapped tightly around her lush body, her fur damp and glistening. Her orange ears were flattened against her head, and her eyes were wide with a heartbreaking mix of shock and tenderness. Water droplets clung to her long, fluffy tail, which twitched nervously.

”Brian?” she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. ”My sweet boy... what are you saying?”

Jax-as-Brian looked up, feigning wide-eyed surprise. ”Mom! I... I was just praying. I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to cry anymore.”

Tears welled in Nyara’s eyes. She rushed forward and pulled him into a fierce, tight embrace. The towel strained against her full breasts. ”Oh, my baby. You don’t have to worry about that. You make me happier than you could ever know.”

”But it’s not enough!” Jax whined, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her clean, warm scent. ’Mmm. Soap and cat. Weirdly hot.’ ”I want to help you like a man does! But I’m stupid! I don’t know how!”

”You are not stupid,” Nyara said firmly, stroking his hair. Her voice was a soft, trembling purr. ”You are my perfect, kind boy.”

She held him for a long moment. Jax could feel the heat of her body through the thin towel. He let his own body react, the small cock in his pajamas stiffening against her thigh.

”Mom...” he whispered, pulling back slightly. ”My body... it feels so hot. It’s burning.”

Nyara’s gaze dropped. She saw the obvious tent in his pants. A deep, primal blush spread across her cheeks. Her cat-like pupils dilated. The heat between them was becoming a tangible thing, thick with their shared, beastkin blood.

”It’s... it’s alright, Brian,” she murmured, her voice husky. ”It’s a natural feeling.”

She hugged him again, tighter this time. As she did, she deliberately pressed her lower stomach against the hard bulge. A sharp, quiet gasp escaped her lips. She wanted to touch it, to feel its shape with her own hands, but her motherly restraint held her back. Instead, she ground against it subtly, a slow, helpless circle of her hips.

’Yes, you dirty cat,’ Jax thought triumphantly. ’Rub yourself on your son’ little dick. You love it.’

He seized the moment. He leaned in and captured her lips with his again. This time, it wasn’t a chaste peck. It was clumsy, desperate, and full of a fake, innocent hunger.

That was all it took to shatter Nyara’s last thread of control.

With a low, guttural growl that was pure catfolk, she kissed him back. It was rough and hungry, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. She forgot her weight, her strength, and her size, pouring all her pent-up loneliness and lust into the kiss. They stumbled, She fall onto Jax

They didn’t care. The kiss was locked, a messy, wet tangle of lips and tongue. Nyara was on top of him, her towel coming loose, her heavy, milk-full breasts pressing against his chest. Her fluffy tail thumped rhythmically against the floor.

When they finally broke for air, panting, Nyara looked down at him with wild, lust-blown eyes.

”My sweet, devoted boy,” she purred, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. ”You want to learn how to make Mommy happy?”

”Yes,” Jax breathed, playing the perfect, eager student. ”Teach me, Mom.”

She smiled, a predatory, loving smile. ”It starts with trust. And with taste.”

She rolled him over, her strength surprising him. She pulled down his pajama pants, exposing his small, bare bottom. ”The body has special places, Brian. Places that feel very good when they are... cleaned. With the tongue.”

Jax feigned confusion. ”The tongue? Like... licking? But how?”

”Let me show you,” she whispered.

She lowered her head, and before he could react, her warm, rough tongue swiped a long, wet stripe from his balls right up over his tight, virgin pucker.

Jax jolted. ’Holy shit. The son gets a rimjob first. This is so fucked up. I love this world.’

She licked and probed with expert precision, her tail flicking with pleasure. ”See? It makes the body ready. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

”Y-yes, Mom,” he stammered, his acting flawless.

”Now,” she said, turning around and presenting herself to him on all fours. Her own tail was raised high, revealing her two perfect, hidden holes. ”You do it to me. Be gentle. Lick Mommy there.”

Jax’s mind raced with perverted glee. He buried his face between her cheeks. Her asshole was a tight, pink star, and he set upon it with a fake, clumsy enthusiasm. He licked broad, wet strokes, then focused his tongue-tip, probing and circling.

Nyara moaned, her whole body shuddering, her back arching like a cat in heat.

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”Good boy... such a good boy...” she purred, her voice vibrating.

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When she was wet and ready, she turned back to face him. Her hand wrapped around his small, hard cock. ”Now, my love. This is the next part. You put this... inside Mommy. But not here,” she guided his hand away from her dripping pussy. ”Here.” She pressed his fingers against her slick, loosened back door.

”Inside... there?” Jax asked, eyes wide with fake shock.

”Yes. Slowly. Be gentle for Mommy.”

He positioned himself. He pushed the tip in. Nyara gasped, her claws unsheathing and digging into the rug.

Then, Jax’s carefully faked innocence broke.

The feel of her tight, hot channel, the sight of her fluffy tail twitching in his face, the smell of her—it was too much. The lust he’d been holding back exploded.

”I’m sorry, Mom!” he grunted, and then he plunged the rest of his short length into her in one brutal, deep thrust.

”AAAH! BRIAN! TOO FAST!” Nyara screamed, her body seizing up. Her hand shot back, grabbing his hip, her claws drawing faint red lines. ”Stop! You’ll hurt me!”

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Jax froze, panting. ’Shit. Too eager. Gotta recalibrate.’

”I’m sorry!” he whined, his voice cracking perfectly. ”It felt so good! I couldn’t stop!”

Nyara took a few deep, shaky breaths. The pain was already mixing with a shocking, deep pleasure. ”It’s... it’s okay. Just... slower. Gentle thrusts. Like this.”

She guided his hips, showing him a slow, shallow rhythm. He followed, mimicking her pace, all the while thinking, ’This is torture. I’m going to lose my mind.’

He built the pace gradually, feeling her walls relax and then clench around him. Her moans turned from pained to pleasured. He could feel his own climax building, a tight coil in his gut.

He couldn’t hold back a second time.

With a guttural cry that was entirely Jax, he lost control again. He slammed into her, fucking her ass with a frantic, animalistic speed.

”WAIT! SLOW—AH! AH! BRIIAAN!”

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Her protests turned into wordless screams as his small cock erupted inside her. A hot, white stream of cum dripped from her well-used asshole as he collapsed on top of her, spent.

They lay there panting, a tangled mess of limbs and fur. Nyara was exhausted, overwhelmed, her body humming with a pleasure she hadn’t felt in years.

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After a moment, she shifted. She turned and looked at his now-softening cock, glistening with her juices and his own release. A hungry, maternal look crossed her face.

She began to stroke him, her touch firm and knowing. ”My sweet, strong boy,” she cooed, her voice a husky whisper. ”Can you... can you give it to your mother again?”

Jax looked at her with fake, devoted eyes. ”Yes, Mother. I can do anything for you.”

A brilliant, lustful smile broke across her face. She eagerly got on her hands and knees again, presenting herself to him in a perfect doggystyle pose. Her fluffy tail was held high, waving gently.

Jax moved behind her, his cock already stirring back to life under her expert touch. He looked at the two holes presented to him like a forbidden feast. The asshole he’d just claimed was red and leaking his cum. But just below it...

The pussy.

It was different. Tempting. A neat, trimmed bush of soft orange fur formed a perfect, inviting triangle above lips that were glistening and swollen with her own arousal.

Without a second thought, driven by a base instinct that overrode all of Brian’s pretended ignorance, he aimed lower.

He pushed his cock forward, and with one determined thrust, he buried himself not in the familiar, sore back door, but into the wet, tight, clutching heat of her cunt.

Nyara’s eyes flew wide open. A shock of entirely different, electrifying pleasure coursed through her.

”Wait, Brian!” she cried out, her voice a mix of panic and overwhelming sensation. ”That’s... that’s the wrong hole!”

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Jax didn’t listen. He grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft fur, and began to piston in and out of her dripping pussy with a force and rhythm Brian could never have known.

He was lost in the feeling, and Nyara’s protests were quickly drowned out by her own ragged, pleasure-filled moans.