Mom's Ruffled Feathers

Mom's Ruffled Feathers -- Penguins Mate for Life

Author's Note

This is a work of erotic fiction depicting an incestuous coupling between mother and son. All characters are at least 18 years of age. All sex acts are consensual -- though some are also transactional. Dad's a cad (trust me, you'll like him!). There's a wee bit of anal sex, though not with mom. Some of the sex involves penguin costumes (go figure). No actual penguins were harmed in the making of this story. If incest between mom and son offends you then what are you doing reading stories in the Incest/Taboo category?

Be safe. Have fun. Don't try this at home or at all!

Special thanks to moon_dancer69 for editorial services rendered.

NOTE! This is a Halloween 2021 Contest story. Please vote!

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Cast (in order of appearance)

Simon Lovejoy. Incoming freshman at Oregon State University (OSU). Protagonist.

H. Phillip Lovejoy, professor of ornithology, OSU. Husband, father, cad, philanderer, villain.

Tiffany: Minx, fellatrix, butt slut

Amanda (Blue) Lovejoy. Devoted wife, loving mother, equal parts sweet, smart, and sexy.

Scene 1: Nash Hall, OSU Campus, Corvallis OR, Fall 2021

Simon had hatched a plan, and he knew it was a good one. He was moving with a purpose as he marched down Campus Way headed for his father's office.

"Hopefully he's still got it" he thought as he trudged along down the tree-lined street dodging puddles as he went. He could see the greenhouses ahead up on the left, so he knew he was nearly there.

Nash Hall was nestled behind some trees. He couldn't see it yet, but he knew exactly where it was, having been there many times. Nash was where most of the Fisheries and Wildlife professors had their offices, so naturally, that's where dad's office was too.

Although this was his first year at OSU as a student, Simon had practically been raised on campus and knew it well. His father, the famous Dr. H. Phillip Lovejoy, had been teaching Ornithology here most of Simon's life. Mom worked on campus too, though not as a teacher. She'd be down in the Kerr Admin building, or more likely home by now since as an admin her hours were strictly 9 -- 5.

Rounding the bend past a stand of trees Simon looked up. It had started raining again -- this is Corvallis after all; a slate-gray sky was visible through the lush green canopy. The sky was dark and getting darker, and the rain was picking up; he'd have to hurry if he wanted to get inside before he got drenched.

Mounting the steps to Nash Hall two at a time, Simon pulled his mask out of his pocket donning it deftly as he pulled the door open and stepped inside. Even with over 90% of the student body and nearly 100% of faculty vaccinated, there was still a strict mask policy in place anytime you were inside.

Glancing down the hall Simon saw a pool of light spilling from the window in his father's office door.

"Good! I caught him before he left." Simon thought as he slowed his pace catching his breath. He readied his thoughts considering his plan.

As he got closer to his father's office, he could hear muffled voices coming from inside. Dad was definitely still there, but he might be busy with a student or something.

Simon strode up to the door and knocked, announcing himself.

"Hey Dad, it's Simon. Sorry to interrupt but can I talk to you? It's important."

The voices stopped, and for a moment there was silence.

"Just a minute Simon. I'm on a call. Can you wait outside, please? It's private."

"Uhhhh, sure dad. I'll wait." Simon said, feeling a bit annoyed. He knew he shouldn't feel that way -- his dad was a busy and important professor after all; but at the same time, he was his son and only child. Sometimes it just felt like his father didn't have time for him or his mom these days.

* * *

Phillip looked down between his legs at the co-ed under his desk working on his cock. Tiffany, or Ms. Smits when in public, was looking up at him with a bit of a "what now?" expression of her own.

"Stay still!" he whispered urgently. "You've got to be perfectly quiet. I'll get rid of him. Now scoot back a bit so he can't see you."

This was new territory for Tiffany. She'd sucked off Dr. Lovejoy several times now in exchange for a boost to her grades or other special favors, but never with an audience. He called it working extra credit, and this time the "favor" on the line was for her to be included in the next trip to the breeding colony at Cape Royds. It was an Adelie penguin breeding colony, but she was pretty sure what she was doing right now was auditioning for some breeding of her own on the trip.

Tiffany obediently scooted back as Phillip rolled his chair in a bit to make her -- and his naked lower half, less visible to anyone from the other side of the desk. The tight space under his desk was getting even tighter leaving her very little room to maneuver. Fortunately, she was just small enough to make it work without letting his cock slip from her lips; but it did require her to keep Phillip's knees apart with her arms.

Phillip quietly lifted his phone to his ear while Tiffany resumed swirling her talented tongue about the head of his cock. She was not going to make this any easier for him!

"Yes Dean, I understand," Phillip said loudly enough he felt sure Simon would be able to hear him.

"I'll ask her to ease up a bit and slow down for now. I'm sure she'll understand the importance of discretion in this matter. Perhaps we could even get her to stop completely for the time being?"

Tiffany knew that was directed at her and grinned as she playfully bore down on his cock to see just how much she could get in her mouth at this angle. Turns out it was a fair bit!

"Uhhh... No. That would be the opposite of what I'd intended..." Phillip squeaked loudly in surprise, his voice rising a bit with the strain. "Knock it off!" he hissed down at her.

Tiffany was pretty sure her spot on the trip was already secured since (a) she had the nicest rack of any of the Bird Nerds, and (b) she was willing to do whatever it takes; still, she didn't want to blow it. Blow professor Lovejoy, sure; just not her spot on the trip. Still, she figured she could turn this to her advantage and at least make the chore of blowing him more fun...

Backing off a bit for now Tiffany resumed slowly swirling her devious tongue around his mushroom head.

"Ahhhh, yes. That's much better" Phillip said with relief. "I think we can make this work, sir. I'll let you know tomorrow; but unfortunately, I need to go now -- my son is waiting... Yes, thanks for calling! ... Good night."

With the situation seemingly under control now, Phillip set down his phone ending his pretend conversation with the Dean. "Come in, Simon."

* * *

As Simon entered the office Phillip motioned for him to take a seat.

"So... What is this urgent matter you need to see me about?" Phillip said attempting to curtail any small talk and cut to the chase. Hopefully, he'd be able to get his annoyingly needy son out of his office quickly so he could get back to giving Tiffany his full attention.

"Uhhh, you know your penguin costume? The one you used to wear for Halloween?"

"What about it?" Phillip squeaked as Tiffany took advantage of the situation to resume her oral assault -- full throat as it were.

"Do you still have it?" Simon asked.

"Uhhhh..." Phillip groaned. This was not at all going as he'd planned... That little minx was playing with his cock relentlessly now!

"Dad? Are you OK? You look kind of... I dunno... distracted?" Simon said with concern in his voice.

"I'm-fine-son!" Phillip blurted. "Just fine!... What did you say you wanted?" Phillip said locking eyes with Simon to keep his own from crossing.

"Your old Penguin costume? The one you wore when you first met mom? You used to wear it every year for Halloween, remember?"

"What about it?" Phillip asked, his upper lip quivering as Tiffany flicked her tongue from side to side along the underside of his cock, which he realized was now fully down her throat. "My God! How can she be doing this!" he thought desperately.

"Do you still have it?" Simon asked.

"Uhhhh... Yeah... I think it's around here somewhere." Phillip said as he felt his eyes beginning to cross again. Desperately he jabbed at Tiffany with his toe; the cramped space under his desk not giving him much room to move either.

Tiffany made a muffled cry when Phillip's toe connected with her knee. It didn't hurt so much as startling her, making her left leg retreat further until the heel of her Aqua Adidas thumped against the back of his desk. Having a mouthful of his cock prevented her from crying out more, though she was tempted to bite down in reply. Taking the hint, she backed off again and resumed teasing just the head.

"What was that noise?" Simon asked.

"Noise? Oh, probably a mouse... We have mice in the building and one of them may have just found a trap..."

"Ewww, gross! Seriously!?" Simon replied.

"Yep!" Phillip blurted in surprise -- his eyes bulging as Tiffany gently but firmly bit down on the head of his cock with a reply of her own.

"Mouse indeed!" Tiffany thought. "I'm no mouse, I'm an OSU Beaver; and Beavers have teeth, fuckwit!"

"Sad to say, they come with the territory in an older building like this one" Phillip continued, trying to regain his composure. He was going to make her pay for that once he got rid of Simon. The price tag for the trip just went up...

"Uhhh, yeah... So, well, where is it?" Simon said.

"Where's what?" Phillip said, his mind swimming with thoughts of Tiffany's ass. He'd have her bent over his desk for that last stunt.

"Your old penguin costume!" Simon said, losing patience with his perpetually distracted dad.

"Oh, yes... that! Of course!" Phillip replied, yanking open a desk drawer and hastily digging around inside it. Getting rid of Simon was going to be easy now.

"I think it's in the lab, should be in one of the cabinets on the right as you go in," Phillip said as he tossed his spare lab key to Simon.

Not being at all prepared for it, the key sailed past him bouncing off the wall and clattering to the floor.

"The one in Cordley Hall? Down in the basement?" Simon said as he got up to retrieve the key. That old building gave him the creeps.

Tiffany swirled her tongue, soothing Phillip's abused cockhead, then resumed bobbing.

"You know the one!" Phillip said, gritting his teeth as his eyes began to cross once again. "Damn, she's good!" he thought.

As Simon knelt to retrieve the key, he caught a glimpse of motion under his dad's desk. Turning toward it, he could make out the toe of a tennis shoe peeking out from under the desk. "That's no mouse!" he thought.

"Hang onto that key, you'll need it when you return the penguin costume..." Phillip said, trying to focus on anything other than the delicious sensation of Tiffany's renewed oral onslaught.

As if on cue, Phillips' cell phone began to buzz with his wife's distinctive ringtone. Simon would know that tone for sure, and worse, so did Tiffany...

"Excuse me, Simon, I need to take this call -- it's your mother," Phillip said stiffly as Tiffany redoubled her efforts tormenting him with her mouth.

Simon stood quickly, glancing towards the door and his escape; his eyes full of fear for what he'd just seen and might be about to hear.

"Uhhh, gotta run dad! Thanks for the key!" he said as he backed towards the door.

Under the desk Tiffany bobbed merrily away, taking a perverse pleasure in working Phillips's cock with his son still in the room and his wife on the phone. "Make the bastard sweat!" she thought. It's not that she minded giving him head -- she kind of liked that part; it was just the transactional nature of the whole arrangement that always left her feeling dirty afterward. If she could torture him a bit in the process that made it a lot more fun.

"Hi, Blue! What's up?" Phillip said as he answered his wife's call. Officially she was Amanda Lovejoy, but she went by Blue on account of her brilliant blue eyes. It had been a childhood nickname that stuck.

Tiffany made a loud slurping noise on the upstroke. "Explain that with mice, asshole!" she thought.

In a flash, Simon pivoted and was out the door and running down the hall. Phillip could hear Simon's footsteps receding in the distance as his office door swung shut.

"Unfortunately, no..." Phillip said, trying to conceal the strain in his voice. "Working late again I'm afraid. Something big came up and it demands attention."

"Big my ass!" Tiffany thought as she threw herself back down on his cock taking him all the way to the root. Phillip's cock wasn't small, but it was far from the biggest she'd ever had, and she could deep throat him easily when she had a mind to.

Phillip's eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the conversation with his wife. "Damn that girl! She's doing this on purpose!" he thought.

"Yep. Probably late, maybe 9 or 10... Don't wait dinner for me... Yes... Love you too dear!"

"Well, that's done!" he thought as he pushed his chair back from the desk. "Now to teach this slut her place..."

"Tiffany, my dear. It's time for you to come out from under there..."

Scene 2: Cordley Hall Avian Lab

Simon ran the short distance from Nash to Cordley in the rain, his dad's lab key clutched in his fist. His heart was thundering in his chest when he arrived.

"What the fuck was that!" he thought as he caught his breath. Someone had definitely been hiding under dad's desk, and he'd seen their shoes. As the memory of it played back in his mind, he was certain that's what he'd seen. The toe of a tennis shoe pointed down like it would be if you were on your knees... under the desk... facing dad's chair... and then there'd been that slurping sound too...

Simon wasn't stupid. He knew what he'd seen, he knew what he'd heard, and he knew exactly what it all meant. He just didn't know what to do with this information.

"If I tell mom, it will break her heart!" he thought. "But if I don't tell her, then I'm just helping him cover it up..."

These thoughts swirled through his mind as he navigated down to the lab on autopilot. Tell her? Don't tell her? He had no answer, only more questions -- or more precisely the same questions swirling endlessly unanswered.

Once inside the lab he flipped on the light and headed for the cabinets his dad had directed him to. Sure enough, there was the Old Penguin. It hung sagging from a hook inside the third cabinet. Not quite as he remembered it, but definitely the same one.

Lifting it off the hook he saw it had a large dark stain on it. Bringing it closer he realized the whole thing kind of reeked in a musty way. This was going to need some work to get it ready, starting with a good washing. Simon's plan just got more complicated.

Stuffing the costume into his bag Simon headed home as he re-evaluated his plan.

At first, it seemed so simple! Borrow dad's old penguin costume and go to the big on-campus Halloween party dressed as a cute penguin. Who doesn't like penguins, right? Simon knew a macho sexy costume wasn't his style; but he could do cute, and if the costume had worked for dad, then it could work for him too.

"I'm going to need mom's help with this. If anyone can get the stain out and clean this thing up without ruining it, it will be her..." he thought. "But how? I can't just walk in and ask her. If she takes one look at me, she'll know something's up and ask what's wrong. I cannot lie to her -- she always knows. She sees right through me every time..."

As Simon trudged on, he considered his options. The sky had darkened and the rain had not let up, as if the universe was intent on reflecting his mood.

As he approached his house, he could see the light on in the kitchen; mom's shadow moving about as she prepared dinner. From there she'd have a direct line of sight on the front door, so going in that way wasn't an option. That left sneaking around the side and coming in via the mudroom.

"Perfect!" he thought with a smile as he navigated through the side yard dodging trash cans along the way.

Simon crept up to the back door, quietly opening it and stepping inside. It was dark; but he knew he couldn't switch on the light without alerting mom, so he felt his way forward. Reaching the laundry, he paused and extracted the now damp as well as musty costume and tucked it under some towels in a hamper.

"With any luck, she'll just put two and two together and bingo -- clean costume!" Simon thought with pride. "I just have to get from here to my room without alerting mom -- that'll give me time to think about what to do..."

This last thought brought his mood crashing right back down. Sure, he had a plan now, and perhaps he could salvage the costume situation; but he knew he was no closer to solving his "dad" dilemma...

Scene 3: Lovejoy Residence

Blue hummed to herself as she moved about the kitchen preparing one of Phillip's favorites -- Hungarian Goulash, perfect for the cooler fall weather.

"Simon! Dinner's almost ready!" Blue called down the hall towards his room. "Would you be a sweetheart and come set the table?"

Sheepishly Simon stepped into the dining room.

"Hey, mom... What's for dinner?" he said as he started gathering plates for the table.

"Your father's favorite -- goulash; but he's missing out on his treat tonight, so just settings for two please."

Simon wasn't entirely sure his dad was missing out on a treat, though he was certainly missing out on dinner with his family... again.

"What's the story this time?" Simon asked, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice as it occurred to him this was becoming a fairly regular pattern. "How long has this been going on?" he wondered sullenly.

"Hey, give your dad a break! He works hard, and sometimes duty calls. I'm sure he'd rather be here with us than stuck at work slaving away on some project." Blue said, not sure she believed it -- but knowing it must be said.

"Mommy misses daddy too, sweetie..." she briefly thought, before reminding herself "I don't want him thinking of his dad like that!" It was true that Phillip had been absent a lot lately. She could see this was bothering Simon, and it was taking a toll on her too.

Blue looked over at Simon as he finished setting the table. "Something's eating him -- he looks stressed out." she thought. "This can't just be Phillip missing dinner..."

"Sooo... How was your day sweetheart?" Blue asked.

"OK, I guess..." Simon replied.

"Liar! Something's eating you, I can tell. Wanna talk about it?"

"Uhhh, it's nothing..." Simon replied, trying to buy time. "Fuck, she's fast! What's she using? Radar?" Simon thought.

"It's clearly not nothing, sweetheart. You look like someone stepped on part of your heart. What's up? You know you can tell me anything. Is it girl trouble?" Blue guessed.

"God no, mom! I'm not seeing anyone right now." Simon said. He hadn't dated much, and she knew that. She liked to tease him about it though, telling him how a "smart handsome guy like you could have any girl he wants!". It wasn't that he didn't like girls, but more that he hadn't found anyone that seemed to fit.

"Then what is it, sweetheart? You can tell me!" Blue asked encouragingly.

"Uhhh... it's just that I learned something I really didn't want to know about."

"In Chemistry? How is that even possible!" Blue kidded him to lighten the mood and open him up. "Seriously, sweetheart. What is it? What did you learn?"