Cum, Cream & Other Delicacies | TuffLuv & princess pesch |

Vivienne, or simply Viv, closed the door behind herself with something of a sigh, taking a moment to lean back against it and let out a slow exhale of... what? Relief? Or simply stress and anxiety? A little bit of both, perhaps. Being a single mother was hard... if she was even a mother at all. A fox raising a bovine of a teenager wasn't exactly common, but Viv was doing her damnedest to make things work. She'd always been a successful woman, and money wasn't as much of an issue as trying to find her maternal instincts was. She wasn't the girl's real mother, and her father wasn't in the picture anymore. It was just her, and this girl she called her daughter.

Throwing her keys on to the kitchen counter, Viv made her way inside, bushy tail swaying behind her. "Dear?" she called out, reaching in to her purse to check her phone. If she'd gone out with her friends for the night, Vivienne didn't know about it. But perhaps the girl was simply upstairs and in her room, absorbed in music or games or whatever it was teenaged girls did, these days. Vivienne sincerely hoped she was stuck with her nose in her textbooks, but there was a fat chance of that happening. The fox's muzzle twitched, and she smirked, chuckling lightly to herself at the thought.

Right. That'll be the day...

Lifting one leg, she reached behind herself and slipped off a heel with a small wince of pain. Being the secretary to a wealthy man paid well, but the hours were long and unforgiving. Keeping up appearances was hard sometimes, too; and the heels were just as bit unforgiving on her feet. Hopefully she'd be able to work the kinks out, after a small massage. As far as the rest of her attire was concerned, Viv wore a simple white blouse that was left unbuttoned nearly halfway down her chest, large breasts pushed up in an appealing way. A tight-fitting black skirt hugged her rear and stopped halfway down her thighs, where a couple inches worth of red fur was shown before black panty-hose took over and followed her legs all the way down again.

She put her purse on the kitchen table and unlocked her phone. No sign of that stubborn girl anywhere; but maybe she'd left behind a text message letting Vivienne know where she might have been?

• • • • • • • • • • The hot water had been turned to the maximum heat until the room was nothing more than a mist of steamy air. Behind the thin curtain Jezebel relaxed, dipping her head back and embracing the heat of the water as it rushed down over her voluptuous figure. Letting out a sigh she glanced down at her buxom breasts carefully working her hand to massage the tender nipple. There was faint indents of what appeared to the be teeth marks and bruising all around the areola. Her client today had become a little too eager in consuming her breast milk.
                    
                    Still when she thought of the thick wad of cash sitting in her account, she couldn’t help thinking it had been worth it. A loving smile came to her lips thinking of how she could propose an outing this weekend to her mother and treat the hard working woman to a few well deserved rewards. That is unless she was working again… A small ache in her chest rose, while she should be happy that Viv worked so hard to provide she couldn’t help but feel guilty.
                    
                    The bovine was more than grateful that Vivien had taken her in as her own daughter, even as a child she was aware of this gratitude when she married her father. She could still remember her excitement at the announcement of their engagement and meeting the beautiful vixen, an instant affection taking root in her heart the moment she met her. Jez couldn’t help but feel happy to finally have a woman in her life to call mother. But even as a girl she had known that Viv had walked into trap, and as a girl she was painfully aware of the mistreatment Viv was now being shown and that the happiness between the two would be short lived. Her father after all was a worthless piece of trash, a leech sucking away from everyone and everything. He had great charisma and knew how to artfully deceive.
                    
                    She had never known her real mother and apart of her wondered if her father had driven her away or if she had just been left unwanted between the two of them. Her father had no instinct of caring for her, she faintly recalled drifting from one relative to another growing to realize these were places she’d never be able to call home. Constantly being a reminder of how unwanted she was and the whispers not only of her coming into this world but the shameful and unapologetic destruction her father did continuing to bring shame to her and her family.
                    
                    Of course there must had been a father somewhere in him, he would pop up out of the blue and give her gifts, taking her out, and for very brief periods even living with him. But even that was tainted as it was only a way to assure that he was getting something out of it for himself. Whether it be dating women, or looking like a father struggling to get by, he always evoked some sympathy in his act of trying to be fatherly. Once he got what he wanted he always dumped her, promising he’d come back, that there lives would be better and that he was going to make everything perfect like it should be.
                    
                    It was these promises that she hung onto, laying in bed and feeling helpless. Always dreaming, and picturing the day he’d walk through that door and carry her out to a real house with a back yard, a car in the driveway. He’d take her to school, watch her dance, and they’d eat ice cream all day because no one could tell them what to do. Well God must have made him manage to keep some of his promise - he met Viv and she had been the prayer answered. Viviene provided for both of them, welcoming them into her life and transforming Jez’s whole perspective of what a family could be. It seemed natural that these two would get along - the moment her father slipped that ring on her finger there was no detaching Jezebel from her new mother. That’s why when the tension set in between the two adults she knew that this happiness would disappear just as easily as it had come.
                    
                    It was actually amazing how long it had last, over the years it grew more and more toxic. Viv could have easily walked out that door, found herself a more loving and less pathetic husband. But she stayed, and Jezebel thanked whatever God there was. But she had to take matters into her own hands, she wanted Viv to remain in her life for good, needed her more than anything. So she devised a plot to have it her way, there would be no more worry, shame, or sadness under this roof. But it did come at a price, a price she didn’t think about much these days but wouldn’t hesitate to pay it again.
                    
                    For her sixteenth birthday she seduced her father - it actually hadn’t been all that hard to do, he was prone to drinking and talking him into sharing a beer or two with her had seemed innocent for a man with no morals. The bug like sensations still crawled under her skin every time she thought of him touching her, how eagerly he had been to undress her. Although it wasn’t tricking her father into fucking her that ate away at her - it was the look on Vivienne's face when she walked in and saw the two that haunted her. Hearing those footsteps knowing she would walk through the door turned her stomach to knots, she cried louder knowing someone would hear her commotiob begging him to stop, telling him her distaste - which seemed to provoke him to become more mean spirited. Crying wasn’t hard when she thought about it, but when Viv saw them it came naturally. The tears welled up in such an emotional force that she couldn’t make them stop a broken sob wrenching frim her as she sought protection in her mother’s arms.
                    
                    She was all too happy to tell her how he forced her - lying so easily to everyone that this wasn’t the first time. That he had taken advantage of her on multiple occasions. They ate up her words, and no one believed him when he said otherwise. Just like that he was gone forever locked away there was no better fairy tale ending she could have asked for. Still she never brought it up between the two of them what was done was done. Yet she wondered if deep down Viv resented her, harboring ill thoughts of how disgusting she must think Jezebel was. Leaving her to wonder if she was only taking care of her because it had fallen to her responsibility to do so only because her relatives likely refused to take her back? These were the dark thoughts that sometimes consumed her when she thought of that look - the heartbreak transfixing over Vivienne's stiff mouth, the shock sinkibg back into her eyes as she caught her own husband raping his daughter.
                    
                    Sometimes she wished she could come clean - just as easily as taking a shower. Just admit to her mother that she had tactfully done it to save them from his torment. But admitting the truth could seal her fate in destroying the relationship they had and forever exile her from the one person she could ever call mother. She dreaded her eighteenth birthday, graduating from school - how eager Viv was to have her grades being perfect to send her away to college.While she knew Vivienne wanted what was best for Jez in truth she she never wanted to leave and the thought of it . . . Pinching the bridge of her nose she broke away from the thought as teaes washed up with a sharp sting. This was a dead end she hadn’t yet found a way around, so far her only solution had been to spend every moment she could with the vixen.
                    
                    Jez’s cellphone hummed with vibration as it rattled on the sink counter a little chime following afterwards. Her ears perked knowing that familiar little melody was a client taking interest in her little posted ad. Well, she wouldn’t keep them waiting. Finishing off with a soapy lather she quickly washed before shutting off the water and stepping out to dry herself. Folding the towel around her full figure she made her way down the hallway towards her room where she slipped behind the closed door.
                    
                    The room was simple, clean and hardly personable. No posters, or family pictures, no knickknacks, or girly little things to decorate - this was a room that spoke in volumes of her displacement. Never quite feeling she ever had a home to stay long in or fear of feeling it would be taken from her. The only thing that seemed to break away from the sterile clean atmosphere was the painted walls - walls that in her youth she had been invited to paint with Viv. Choosing the colors of bright yellows and pinks and painting little figurines of dancing shapes. Her heart always flickered with warmth seeing the handprint of herself and Viv’s near the light switch. She touched it now, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. Her text chirped again - clearly this new client was eager and it broke her away from her fondness as she walked over and sank into her bed.
                    
                    It was the usual interest in her post describing her bovine nature that she had a natural source of lactation and it needed some relief. She posted pictures of her wearing a shirt with the milk soaking through in large dark puddles. She offered that she could pump the milk into little packets or if they wanted a taste from the source - both had different price tags. This contact was asking to see her breasts exposed - a harmless request. Turning on her ipod she let the music blast, drowning out any morals that would hold her back. Reclining back into her bed she took a few selfies, weeding out the ones that didn’t turn out. She teased them first by only peeling back a part of her towel to show off the perky roundness of her breasts as they took shape. But her towel still remained in place. They flirted between messages until he was paying her for more vulgar nudes. Tweaking her nipples with a firm little pinch a squirt of milk dribbled eagerly as she captured and sent this pic just as Viv was pulling into the driveway.
                    
                    Well it looked like this session would be over - she said she had to go, but if they were interested in having a taste that they could email her when they would like to set the date. She was up out of the bed cleaning the sweet little mess. Unzipping her backpack she pulled out her textbook and laid it over the desk flipping the pages to the chapter they were studying in class while laying her notepad just under the lamp with her already carefully taken notes that she had written ahead of time. She knew Viv would be pleased with her daughter’s initiative to do her homework - but after dinner she would ask her mother for some help, pretending to play dumb. All the while watching the vixen sit next to her lamp light like a beautiful model transfixed by her lips, her dainty little hands, her confidence. The perfume flooding into her room, taking each breath slowly while the smell tizzied her senses while together they went over explanations to solving the problems. She knew she wouldn’t hear a word, her heart would pound too fiercely and she’d get that silly bubbly feeling she always got ever since she had met Viv.
                    
                    Refolding the towel over her figure she mussed her still partially wet hair and left the confines of her room ready to tell her mother she had actually been working on her homework for a change but had to take a break for a shower. Maybe as a reward they could order some takeout and watch some netflix...Before she had left she had plugged her phone into the charger - her new client was pestering her for one last photo. She bit her lip and decided one more couldn’t hurt as she innocently posed and told them ‘ mother is home, what will happen if she see’s me like this ? ’ a cute little baby like pout of lips shaping as she groped one of her breasts. She hit sent and left - but the picture would never reach the client, as her phone glitched and sent the photo instead to the most recent contact - her mother.
                    
                    Springing downstairs with a bounce in her step she casually entered the kitchen her tail swishing as a grin rose from one ear to the next seeing her mother. She noted that her mother’s blouse had been unbuttoned and Viv’s heavy jugs seemed ready to leap from their confined dress suit - not to mention how that pencil skirt hugged those hips so tightly every powerful muscle defined... The warm bubbly feeling came abruptly pooling into Jezebel’s stomach as it dropped into a flutter. Forcing her eyes to peel away from the womanly figure before her she occupied her attention to instead retreat towards the fridge where she open the door and peered in. Unintentionally she bent herself over just trying to actually make it appear she was looking for something plausible to eat. Her shapely bottom making a point of attention as the towel itself wasn’t enough to cover the slight exposure of her little slit between her legs.
                    
                    “You’re home early.” she said casually pausing a moment before sighing dramatically, and pulling herself out from the fridge leaning on the door with a small pout. “There’s nothing to eat!” she declared her lashes fluttering innocently behind her chocolate eyes. “And I’m staaaarving !” she added for more effect, “Maybe we should order something…” she’d let the idea sink in a smirk at her not so subtle tact of wanting to order take out. Viv’s phone went off apparently the message finally sent, Jez’s eyes squinted thinking it was possibly her mother’s work texting her. “They better not be asking you to cover…” came a displease note of irritability of her clear resentment that this might be her mother’s job wanting to steal Viv away for the weekend.
                    
                    
                    
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"Oh!" the vixen suddenly yelped, nearly jumping out of her second heel. She had to catch herself on the counter to keep from falling, and Vivienne touched a hand to her chest, over her heart, in an attempt to make sure it was still beating. She giggled sheepishly, then, an embarrassed little smile tugging at the fox's muzzle. "Jezebel, sweetie, you scared me," the woman laughed, lifting her hand again to brush some of her brown hair from her brilliant eyes.

A look at the girl, and one of her brows raised. She smirked once more. "I was hoping you'd say that," the vixen confessed, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I just don't think I have it in me to slave over a stove tonight." She noted the way the towel hugged Jez's supple frame when she stooped over to dig in to the fridge, and Vivienne couldn't help herself from reaching out to tug that towel of hers down a bit further so it covered at least some of her rear. "Jezebel," she playfully scolded, lightly slapping the girl's wrist. "Go put some clothes on; that's -- oh." Viv blinked stupidly, looking down at her phone as it buzzed.

A sigh immediately escaped her. More likely, that was work telling her she'd need to come in early the next day or stay in late. But it wasn't her boss, it wasn't a friend, it wasn't her ex-husband or his lawyer or anyone else. In a way, this was much, much worse. "Oh," she repeated, more softly this time, raising a hand to her muzzle to stifle a surprised gasp. Before her daughter could see the naked photo of herself on screen, Viv powered off her phone and swallowed hard, looking up at Jez with a forced smile as she found her resolve.

"I-I, ah... can... can you give me just a moment, sweetie? It's, ah, it's important." Viv frowned, then reached out and squeezed Jezebel's hand in an affectionate way. "It's not work. I promise." Pushing back some of her dark locks, Viv kissed the girl on her forehead then rushed out the door, back on to little porch just outside of the kitchen again. Once there, she swallowed, looked down, then unlocked her phone again, staring at Jezebel's supple form for a long few moments. Her heart beat against her chest like the world's loudest drum.

"Oh, Jezebel," she sighed, feeling sad for the girl. This must've been a mistake, surely. Just some innocent little thing she'd meant to send to a boy she was crushing on, right? But a closer study of the girl's breasts revealed something she hadn't even considered about the bovine before. Vivienne's eyes widened. Was she... was she lactating? Viv's stomach twisted.

Of course she is, Vivienne scolded herself. She's a bovine, after all. Of course she's full of milk. Oh, Viv, how could you be so damned stupid? Too busy focusing on your work and not busy enough focusing on your daughter. She must be so confused and afraid...

Once she'd regained her composure, Viv tucked her phone away, turned, then pushed in to the kitchen once more, smiling gently at the girl by the fridge again. "Come on, dear," she said, offering Jezebel her arm as she passed. It was a Friday night, and they had the weekend off. She'd make sure to spend some time with Jezebel, starting now. Maybe not mention the photo, but... she'd try and bring up the lactation, if she could. "Let's find a movie and order something. I'm all yours."

• • • • • • • • • • The tug on fabric only seemed to heighten some repressed arousal - as she became half aware that she had been exposed. Hiding a small smile she was lost in a fraction of a second picturing a rather crude fantasy of her mother's hand slipping between her legs - her thin delicate fingers sliding between her exposed lips...
                    
                    The light scolding slap brought her back to reality, "Why it's nothing you haven't seen already ~" she teased she was half tempted to flash Viv her hands on her towel ready to unveil - and then the text interrupted them. Of course she reminded her mother of the plans she had for the weekend already a little miffed that they were calling her mother when she had barely walked through door and been home for less than five minutes.
                    
                    It was hard to say what exactly seemed to be the issue as Viv clearly looked startled, and yet she smiled and turned off her phone rather casually. It was Viv's voice that seemed to make Jezebel's brow arch.
                    
                    "I-I, ah... can... can you give me just a moment, sweetie? It's, ah, it's important."
                    
                    "...sure." came her nonchalant shrug although she gave her mother one last hard glance over trying to see through what her need for privacy could have been before she retreated out of the kitchen. She returned to her room where she decided she'd dress herself in a fresh white simple night gown. It was short stopping just passed her thighs, dipping down low in a wide v like shape one shoulder always remaining exposed as the sleeve slid down. She passed on the slipping underwear on - her preference to never wear them if she could help it.
                    
                    Slipping back downstairs she was back in the kitchen, deciding she would treat herself to help ease the disappointment of her mother informing her it had really been work - or some other serious matter calling to her attention. The box of fudgsicles sitting among the frozen foods was practically empty, only one bar left. Tearing off the wrapping, she eagerly began to lick the delicious frozen chocolate from the sides her tongue tingling as it melted into her mouth.
                    
                    Instead she was rather surprised to find her mother return and act like nothing had happened, suggesting they finally order dinner and go watch a movie. She thought to question what the text had been all about sensing that Viv was with holding something from her. What it was she couldn't fathom, but maybe she could casually work her way into getting the vixen to spill the beans later. Right now she was happy to pretend things were perfect, as she slipped her arm into Viv's leaning her head against her shoulder and sucking on the Popsicle loudly.
                    
                    "Last one." she teased with a devious smile, "Would you like to share?"
                    already before Viv could protest Jezebel had the fudge ice cream pressing against her mother's lips while she leaned in and took a very gentle nibble from the side.