Charlie's face melted into a smile. Leaning down he kissed her, a slow hungry kiss. Quin floated into his mind and he moaned, pushing away the question it brought with it. He moved his mouth along her face sampling the taste of her skin all the way back down to her still full tits. "Mom?" His ear twitched as she played with it and he closed his eyes as he spoke. "Do I smell different from other foxes? Do foxes smell better or Something? I just know... you always smell really good." He pressed his warmer body against her pleasantly cool flesh, and alternated from feeding and nibbling her neck and shoulders.