Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Milo smirked to himself as he watched his mother's taxi pull off down the street. She finally departed for a week-long trip to visit her relatives, leaving her rebellious son to his own devices. To say the two were at odds was to underscore the screaming fights, the snide remarks and his mother's incessant demands for the freshly-turned eighteen year-old to leave the house. Luckily, her trip to the Midwest halted her final push to expel him from the house. And now he had precious time to secure his place at home, milking his parents for all their money.
When Milo was sixteen, his mother met a man of considerable wealth. He was fourteen years older than the boy's mother, yet the shrewd woman wasted no time sinking her claws into the man. It was clear to everyone that she was in the relationship for the meal ticket, and Milo would be damned if he was going to let this soft, mansion lifestyle slip away. The two of them moved in with the man last year, his mother married the rich human a few months later. But it wasn't until a few weeks ago that Milo hatched a plan.
Over the past year, Milo noticed the shy glances from the man. The young pup was blessed with unnatural curves. His hips ballooned wider than his shoulders and his rump jiggled with every step. Milo caught his stepfather drooling over his enormous rear countless times, especially due to the boy's penchant for tight-fitting clothes that hardly covered him at all. After a night of crying in his room, Milo realized that he didn't need to convince his mother to let him stay: he needed to persuade his stepfather. He was the owner of the house, the final decider in all things. All it would take was the righ amount of teasing.
And so, Milo began to flirt. He would accidentally brush passed his stepfather and let his massive rump glide across the man's crotch. One morning, he left the door to the bathroom cracked after a shower to allow the man a glimpse of the boy's naked rear. Another day, Milo slept by the pool on his stomach with a pair of shorts wedged deep between his cheeks. When he caught the man watching him sunbathe, he lifted his head and locked a carnal look with the male. He did everything short of grabbing his stepfather by the crotch and saying, "Let's fuck." And now she was gone. There was no room for doubt that the pup would let the man claim him. All Milo had to do was make himself available.
He glanced over at himself in the mirror, giggled and slapped his own ass before turning on toe to head downstairs. The femboy made his way to the eastern parlor where the morning light washed across marble in golden gloss. His outfit was scarce. A pair of black latex stockings tapered to his thighs with holes for his canine toes and hooked to a matching garter belt. His hands were gloved in shoulder-length latex gloves, stretched taut around his smoothed claws. A small latex top covered his chest, zipping up the front to end high around his neck. A bright pink collar was cinched around his neck with the word "SLUT" stamped in glimmering Swarovsky crystals. Sitting high on his hips was the waistband of a black latex thong that curved down and disappeared completely between his bubbly cheeks.
Milo lay down on a luxuriant sectional sofa, laying on his side coyly as he turned on the television. He soon found a pay-per-view video entitled "Bears Fuck Furs" and turned it on. The video opened with a young cat suckling on a human's cock. The man's groaning drowned out the kitten's purring. Milo turned up the volume until the sounds of pornographic fucking began to pour into the rest of the house. The human man's groans, the howling of the kitten, and all the while a femboy pup slowly petting his crotch as he waited for his stepfather to come stop him.
When Milo was sixteen, his mother met a man of considerable wealth. He was fourteen years older than the boy's mother, yet the shrewd woman wasted no time sinking her claws into the man. It was clear to everyone that she was in the relationship for the meal ticket, and Milo would be damned if he was going to let this soft, mansion lifestyle slip away. The two of them moved in with the man last year, his mother married the rich human a few months later. But it wasn't until a few weeks ago that Milo hatched a plan.
Over the past year, Milo noticed the shy glances from the man. The young pup was blessed with unnatural curves. His hips ballooned wider than his shoulders and his rump jiggled with every step. Milo caught his stepfather drooling over his enormous rear countless times, especially due to the boy's penchant for tight-fitting clothes that hardly covered him at all. After a night of crying in his room, Milo realized that he didn't need to convince his mother to let him stay: he needed to persuade his stepfather. He was the owner of the house, the final decider in all things. All it would take was the righ amount of teasing.
And so, Milo began to flirt. He would accidentally brush passed his stepfather and let his massive rump glide across the man's crotch. One morning, he left the door to the bathroom cracked after a shower to allow the man a glimpse of the boy's naked rear. Another day, Milo slept by the pool on his stomach with a pair of shorts wedged deep between his cheeks. When he caught the man watching him sunbathe, he lifted his head and locked a carnal look with the male. He did everything short of grabbing his stepfather by the crotch and saying, "Let's fuck." And now she was gone. There was no room for doubt that the pup would let the man claim him. All Milo had to do was make himself available.
He glanced over at himself in the mirror, giggled and slapped his own ass before turning on toe to head downstairs. The femboy made his way to the eastern parlor where the morning light washed across marble in golden gloss. His outfit was scarce. A pair of black latex stockings tapered to his thighs with holes for his canine toes and hooked to a matching garter belt. His hands were gloved in shoulder-length latex gloves, stretched taut around his smoothed claws. A small latex top covered his chest, zipping up the front to end high around his neck. A bright pink collar was cinched around his neck with the word "SLUT" stamped in glimmering Swarovsky crystals. Sitting high on his hips was the waistband of a black latex thong that curved down and disappeared completely between his bubbly cheeks.
Milo lay down on a luxuriant sectional sofa, laying on his side coyly as he turned on the television. He soon found a pay-per-view video entitled "Bears Fuck Furs" and turned it on. The video opened with a young cat suckling on a human's cock. The man's groaning drowned out the kitten's purring. Milo turned up the volume until the sounds of pornographic fucking began to pour into the rest of the house. The human man's groans, the howling of the kitten, and all the while a femboy pup slowly petting his crotch as he waited for his stepfather to come stop him.