Valcup quickie to sate my insatiable need for these two between Halloween Roulette and what not.

Good old changing room sex!

-HTTYD-

"Mom, do we really have to do this?"

Hiccup pouted petulantly, wondering whether puppy eyes or promises of sexual favours would serve him better to get out of what they were doing.

"Yes, now hush your complaining. You promised."

Damnit, now she was using the big sad eyes. Hiccup never could resist them. Still, he had a little argument left in him, and after a furtive glance to check nobody was in earshot he leant closer.

"In my defence, you were naked when you wrung that promise out of me."

Her flawless cheeks flushed slightly as his mother ducked her head, though her eyes were molten pools of emerald when she looked back up at him. Gentle fingers ran through the back of his hair, over the back of his neck and Hiccup had to remember it would be wholly inappropriate to kiss his mother the way he wanted to in public. Squirming slightly, he bit his lip to hold in a quiet gasp and his mothers hungry eyes watched. She wanted it too.

"I can't help it. I do so love to dress you up."

"I much prefer when you undress me."

She hushed him slightly, though as usual their small town high street was no bustling metropolis of people. They were quite safe to speak quietly.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"I'm holding you to that. Lets get this over with."

The village of Berk wasn't surprised to see Hiccup hold his mothers hand; they were close since Hiccup's father and Valka seperated . Everyone accepted that.

They just didn't know how close.

Or that it had started before. Hiccup had cuckolded his father while he was still a husband, and taken his place in the marital bed when he left.

Slim fingers knotted in his own, Hiccup focused on the prospect of Valka making up for the indignities he was about to suffer as they stepped through a creaking door into the clothes shop. There were many, many perks to their relationship. The only downside was his mother seemed to have a thing for using Hiccup as her own personal dress up doll sometimes. She didn't get away with it often, but Hiccup was always rewarded for his allowances when she did.

It had started when he was a boy, the dressing up. Hiccup was an only child, so any and all maternal instincts focused solely on him. Other things had started when he was a boy too, though only for Hiccup. His mother hadn't touched him intimately until he was eighteen, when Hiccup got ridiculously drunk and professed his sickening desires to his dog.

He hadn't known Valka was listening. Had no idea his feelings were reciprocated.

Smiling nostalgically to himself, Hiccup left the pleasant reverie to the sight of his mother fussing around different clothes. Plastering a fake smile for the half-blind old woman who was chattering away to his mother about "how handsome her boy was!", and ignoring the interested looks of the brunette girl on the till, Hiccup resigned himself to at least an hour of changing his clothes repeatedly.

His mother's happy smile eased his irritation somewhat. Even so... Hiccup did have his limits.

"I'm not wearing yellow. Yellow is your colour."

"I know! I haven't forgotten son."

Rolling his eyes in a sort of fond exasperation, Hiccup took himself toward the changing rooms in preparation. On the way, he spied a pair of black jeans with red detailing down the sides. His father would have called them 'feminine'... his mother would probably fuck him stupid in them. Hiccup picked them up, took them with him.

Thankfully, the mens changing room was empty save for him. Nobody else to witness Hiccup's undignified stumbling and changing and posing for his mother to preen over her son. Nobody to hear him whisper filth in her ear, to see her squirm and whimper with the twisted need for her son.

That was another upside to living in a small town; everything was generally pretty empty. So long as Hiccup and Valka avoided having sex on a table in the Function Room at Meade Hall... everyone just assumed that mother and son were close. Strong family ties were encouraged in Berk, though perhaps not to the extent they had taken it.

Appearing laden with a brimming armful of clothes, Valka had the mad old woman in tow and Hiccup adamantly refused to even entertain the notion of going through that pile with more than his mother as audience. Blissfully, with an irritating pat on Hiccup's cheek and a cooing sound, she left and they were alone. Hiccup wanted to indulge himself for just a second, stripping off his t-shirt to watch Valka's eyes rake across the bare skin.

"Where do I start?"

Handed a pile of almost-identical t-shirts to go through, Hiccup didn't bother pulling the privacy curtain across when it was just them and he was only changing the top half. Most of the t-shirts were vetoed; they weren't really there to buy them all, Valka just liked the process.

"Save that blue one for last, I want to see how it goes with these shorts."

Hiccup moved the one she wanted back of the line, feeling increasingly ridiculous as he presented himself to Valka repeatedly in t-shirts that wouldn't last long on him whenevet his mother got her hands on him. It was almost pointless him even owning clothes. Valka had him naked regularly. Not that Hiccup minded that much.

"If I'm changing my bottoms I'm doing it behind curtains. Last time my boxers got pulled down and I almost flashed a shop assistant."

Valka actually looked put out to not be at any risk of seeing him with his pants down. Hiccup's mind turned over the possibilities, testing the waters as he leant down and nuzzled his mothers cheek. To anyone else, he simply looked affectionate.

"Of course, you could always come in if you're worried about missing out."

Hiccup watched Valka bite her lip - his lip moulded identically - and actually consider it before shooing him off.

"Don't be mad son."

Unzipping his jeans slowly with a view to taking them off, Hiccup watched wide green eyes follow the motion. He popped the button open, let the denim hang dangerously loose on his narrow hips.

"I assure you, this isn't madness talking."

Valka still didn't cave, so Hiccup pretended to accept defeat and slipped behind the curtain. It didn't touch the floor so Valka knew when his jeans hit the ground. Hiccup briefly toyed with dropping his boxers for her to see, but knowing his luck he would trip over them and fall out naked, possibly even screaming in time for someone besides his mother to witness.

Once he had his own clothes off, Hiccup removed the jeans he had picked from their hanger, sat down on the awkward little bench thing to try them on. As he stood up to check they fit in the mirror, Hiccup supposed they highlighted his backside. Not that he thought about it often, but Odin did his mother have a thing for his ass. She was forever squeezing it playfully, clutching it when they were in bed...

Ah. The jeans became a little tighter as Hiccup pictured his mother writhing in pleasure beneath him. They hugged his hips snugly, moulded comfortably to his legs without being too tight to move. When Hiccup stepped out to show them to his mother, he was not disappointed by her reaction. Her eyes immediately fixed on the visible shadow of his constrained erection, blatant want in her gaze.

"I didn't pick those out."

Her voice was hoarse, gravelled with the battle to manage her lusting.

"I did. Had a feeling you would like them."

Valka bit her lip again, then Hiccup sensed victory as she glanced toward the entrance to the changing room. Checking. Before Hiccup had gotten fully behind the privacy curtain again, Valka was pushing behind it herself to join him in a none-too-wide space. One hand buried in his hair, the other exploring his still-bare torso as Valka kissed him, the mothers lips surrounding her sons and sucking at the bottom one, skating her teeth across the sensitive nerves. He whimpered slightly, punished by her breaking the kiss to whisper harshly.

"Hush now."

Before he could voice a protest, Hiccup was stunned to watch Valka sit on the little bench thing, hands almost fumbling in their haste to get his cock free of the jeans he was trying on. He had to bite his lip so hard he tasted blood when Valka's lips sealed around his cock, gorgeous green eyes fluttering closed when Hiccup's hand ran through her hair. She hummed and moaned around his shaft, sloppy and wet as she tongued his frenulum, pulled off to nuzzle and lick gently at the tip.

"Everything alright in there?"

Both turned wide eyes toward the privacy curtain, which shielded the incestuous lovers from detection by the nosy old woman. Of course, it was quite a flimsy protection. His heart pounded with the sudden flush of panicked adrenaline. Knowing there was a chance Valka's position sat in front of her son was visible, Hiccup thought fast.

"I uh... got stuck. Mom's helping me not break the zipper."

"If you need any help-"

Valka winked up at Hiccup, laving a teasing lick across his damp cock before she answered the woman who could catch them together any second now.

"No no, I'm managing. You know how boys and their egos are."

He tried to glare, but Valka ran her thumb across his leaking tip and Hiccup had to choke back a moan.

"Ah yes! Well, give me a shout if you need anything!"

"Thank you!"

Not that she would hear them - old Helga was going deaf. As soon as Hiccup heard her footsteps retreat, he pulled his mother back to standing, hands under her skirt and greedily squeezing at her bare thighs without preamble. With a whimper muffled against her breast, Hiccup discovered Valka had foregone undergarments that morning.

He was tempted to simply tear open her blouse, but Valka would struggle to explain her bare breasts when they went back out.

"Undo your buttons for me."

It was a whispered command, but a desperate plea all the same. Valka complied, fingers fumbling to release each button as Hiccup stroked her clit. Already wet when he touched her, Hiccup felt her drip arousal across his fingers, slick heat begging to be satisfied even as she clamped her lips together, suppressing moans while Hiccup took in the sight of her heaving chest.

"Give me your nipple."

Valka didn't hesitate, tugging down a cup of her bra and lifting her breast so Hiccup could close his mouth over it. He felt her thighs shake either side of his, suckling her like only a newborn babe should until Valka was barely able to stand. Hiccup's cock was aching, knew there was a welcoming body just waiting for him.

"Turn around."

She had no choice but to face the mirror, face her flushed, aroused reflection and Hiccup hoped she appreciated how fucking sexy she was in that instant. Her hands braced either side of it, eyes finding Hiccup's in the mirror as he hiked up her skirt, ran an appreciative hand over her bare ass.

"Look how fucking beautiful we are together mom."

Her top hung open, one breast free for Hiccup to reach around and toy with as he positioned himself. It was hard to hear anything over their shared ragged breaths, but he didn't think they had company. Valka trembled with every inch sliding inside her and Hiccup watched her bite her lip, close her eyes. Pinching her nipple, he leant forward and hissed in her ear.

"Watch me fuck you."

Valka tightened around him as her eyes opened, a hot, silken vice on his cock as she saw his jaw go slack in their shared reflection. Gods, she felt incredible. Fit him perfectly, wet and ready for her son inside her. Gasping against the sweat-damp material of her shirt draped loosely over a delicate shoulder, Hiccup tried to adjust to their fire, their intensity.

It wasn't going to take long, not after her hot mouth and with the mirror displaying their depravity, but Hiccup wanted to watch Valka fall to pieces in their reflection before he succumbed himself. Leaning a little more on her, his fingers played across her swollen clit while the other hand tweaked her nipple again, then returned to her hip for leverage.

Their bunched up clothes helped dull what would have been an unmistakable meeting of sweaty skin, leaving Hiccup to thrust with some impunity, bury himself in his mothers hot body. The most primal embrace, the most base need one could possibly have for their mother, and Hiccup was going to satisfy those urges in a public changing room where he could easily be caught fucking his gorgeous, wanton mother.

"Touch yourself. I want to see."

Valka struggled not to topple when losing the balance of one hand, but the hand went to a good cause as she squeezed and rubbed her own breast, sweat beading across her flushed face and her lower lip swollen from her biting it so hard to stifle her moans. The only way Hiccup could keep from all but shouting his pleasure to the world was to keep on murmuring sinful sentiments against his mothers neck and ear.

"When we get home I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

His cock swelled; he was close. Valka could sense it too, reached down under her skirt to join Hiccup in stroking and rubbing her clit, whimpers building in her throat with each of his deep, almost punishing thrusts. Hiccup couldn't hold out against his orgasm much longer, but Valka made it just before him with moans she mostly-silenced by biting her fist, body quaking as she spasmed around her sons cock.

Hiccup bit down on her shoulder through the disheveled blouse, muting his own cries of completion as a last few thrusts had him coming deep within his mother. Their eyes found each other in the mirror again as they panted through their raging hormones and racing pulses, slowly coming down together in a sweaty tangle of kisses and touches.

"You know, this shopping malarkey wasn't so bad after all."

A faint swat at his sweaty chest was all Valka could muster, attempting to right her clothes but Hiccup felt certain her appearance would continue to scream "well fucked" all the way back to their bed. Then she would be screaming. His softening cock twitched as Hiccup tucked it back into his boxers, checking there were no questionable stains on the jeans he did not yet own.

They were definitely getting them though.

Valka fussed with her hair, brushing the sweaty strands off her face in an attempt to compose herself.

"Home?"

He put on the t-shirt he had worn to the shop as he asked.

"Home."

Valka agreed, so Hiccup offered a truce since she had allowed him a spectacular fuck.

"I promise we can come back if you still want me to try on those shorts."

As they managed to sort of put themselves together, it was agreed they had to buy the t-shirts he had tried on, and the jeans they had somewhat defiled. Rather than try and get out of them while he was sweaty, Hiccup removed the tag and took that to the till.

"Wearing them home?"

"I like them a lot."

"They do look really good."

Valka coughed pointedly to get the girls attention, lips tight at one corner in that way they did whenever a young woman showed interest in Hiccup. The jealousy was minor, and ridiculous.

There was nobody for Hiccup but his mother.

-HTTYD-

Ahhh, I do love a ride on the good ship Valcup!