This inspired me to write a little, though I'm not very good.
It was a very warm night, the hot summertime had to be the blame for this. In these times Elizabeth Brisby enjoyed sleeping in the nude, or at least as nude as a field mouse whose usual attire was a simple red cape was concerned. The warm night air felt wonderful against her body, and she thought how peaceful and quiet the night was. Soon, before she realized it, she had closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
Timothy couldn't sleep, as hard as he might try, tossing and turning for what seemed forever. He just couldn't close his eyes. His siblings slept in other rooms; Teresa and Cynthia in one, and Martin in another. He rose from his bed and tip-toed to the hallway and down to where they kept the water for a drink. Maybe that would help to settle him down?
That done with, he still didn't feel much like sleeping right now. It was then that he heard a sound from his mother's room nearby.
Walking slowly to the hole for her room, he finally caught sight of her. She was moaning, quietly, but sharp and quick between heavy breathes, and doing something with her fingers to her parts he'd never seen. The sight and sound of what he was witness to made him almost scared. Was she hurt? Crying?
He walked into the room, his heart pounding. He stared at her lying form. Her eyes were closed in near sleep, but she was riding on waves of pleasure from fondling her crevice.
She was so close to climax when she uttered that name that had been on her mind since she began - "Johnathan"
When she said her husband's name she climaxed, letting the peak of her desire finally fall. Then she realized that someone was in the room with her.
"Mom?" Timmy said first. "Are you OK?" His mother was so shocked, she lost herself for a moment and struggled to speak. She grabbed the blanket to cover herself quickly. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm alright. Go back to sleep for me, OK?" She said it with no malice, but she was still in panic-mode and trying to stay calm after such an embarrassing display was alot to ask of anyone. "I-I'm sorry, mom. I just couldn't sleep was all," Timmy said, while backing away. Her motherly side kicked on again at hearing him, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Come here and lay down," She said. Pulling aside the cover to allow him entrance.
Sometimes her motherly side triumphed over her other feelings. How would he feel if she had gotten angry or overreacted? She wasn't that sort of mouse, and she damn sure wouldn't refuse a warm bed to her children, no matter how old they got.
Timmy, for his part was still in mild shock at having seen all this. How would she react tomorrow? Would he get disciplined? These thoughts made him even more worried and embarrassed. Elizabeth realizing how he was feeling at this point, pulled him close, putting a paw around his head and the other over his shoulder to rest on his back. She cradled him there, letting her tail wrap itself around his leg. She closed her eyes, and started to quietly sing a song he'd heard her sing many times. A lullaby, he recalled. She kept on singing and holding him while they lay there together through the night. They each finally fell asleep, and Timmy thought to himself that maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
This inspired me to write a little, though I'm not very good. It was a very warm night, the hot sum
Your not good your great, this sorting is well paced you’ve described the setting and characters thoughts well. And I thought with would be different when I stated reading it but it turns into some nice kinda wholesome. You show up practice more
Your not good your great, this sorting is well paced you’ve described the setting and characters tho
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