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The knock on Rebecca's door matched her headache. Her eyes blinked open and she reached over to check the phone at the edge of her bed. It was 7:45, by now she was usually making breakfast for her and Alex before he headed to school.

The door opened and her sixteen year-old son poked his head in with a questioning, "You okay, mom?"

No. She was hung over. She remembered going out the night before--the most recent message on her phone lock screen reminded her as much. It was Cathy: It was so great to see you again before I left town! Had a lot of fun last night, love you girl!

Alex stepped into the room. Her son, like her, was a canine with grey fur and white on his front that ran from the bottom of his muzzle down to his crotch. He had long brown hair he usually kept pulled back between his ears in a bun. He was athletic like his father had been--he did football in the fall and basketball in the spring, which gave him the slim, but refined build most teenage boys aspired for. His father always proclaimed Alex would be a stud like him, but Rebecca knew her son to be a complete marshmallow at heart. Besides, the last thing a mother wanted was their teenage son knocking girls up left and right.

Alex was already dressed for school in a pair of jeans and a band t-shirt. He was looking down at the ground, which Rebecca realized with a start was because she still wore the tight black dress from the night before. It hugged her curves, and was cut such that if it rode up, like it had in her sleep, you could see her lace panties and her exposed butt cheeks.

Rebecca quickly grabbed the sheet and threw it over herself while turning to face him. The action made her wince. Dizzy and nauseous, her headache worsened with movement. Alex said, "Sorry mom, I just hadn't heard from you and wanted to make sure you were okay."

She made a pained smile to reassure him. "It's okay honey, I just had more to drink than I thought last night. I'm going to sleep in today, my purse should be hanging up by the door if you want to grab some cash for breakfast. I'll call a Lyft to take you to school today so you aren't late."

He nodded and said, "Is there anything I can get you? A glass of water, ibuprofen?"

"Both, thank you," she said, relieved. Thank goodness her son could take care of her while her husband was on yet another business trip. Though she didn't like to admit it, her son seemed fond of caring for her. She reminisced when she came down with the flu last year while her husband was out of town: her son kept the house clean, took care of her, and even sat on the couch with her to binge Netflix shows while she weakly coughed and shivered with fever. Once, he even carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch.

By the time Alex came back with the water and pill she'd already ordered the Lyft for him. She told him it would arrive in 10 minutes, they kissed cheeks, and she fell back into sleep as soon as he shut the door.

Rebecca woke up sweating and knew immediately something was wrong. Without a ringing headache she remembered most of the night before: four friends, three bars, about twenty drinks between them. She'd been dropped off around 1 a.m. staggering drunk and collapsed in bed right where Alex found her this morning. Thank goodness she didn't vomit in her sleep. She chided herself to be more careful as she checked the time on her phone: 10:57. One new message from Alex:Got here fine. Hope you feel better <3

She smiled at her phone, but it fell away when she felt an itching between her thighs.

Shit.

Her pill.

She got home, collapsed drunk in bed.

She forgot to take her heat suppressant.

Rebecca cursed and reached down to touch herself. She gasped, her pussy twitching at the attention. She didn't even need to smell her finger to know that scent. She did anyways and shuddered. Her heat was coming on, even if she took her pill now it would take hours before anything started to happen, and it would fuck with her cycle.

"Stay calm," she told herself. "You just need to make it through today and you'll be fine." She could take her suppressant tonight and by the morning she would be back to normal and back on her normal schedule. In nearly a decade without dealing with her heat, this would just be a blip, nothing more.

Thank god her husband was out of town. If he smelled her she wasn't sure she would stop him if he tried to fuck her. "Oh, dammit, of course!" she cursed aloud. Alex--she could light all the candles in the world and it would still be torturous for that boy to even be on the other side of the house. The scent of a heat didn't care about who shared your blood, only who could share your bed.

She opened up her phone and started texting. First she let her husband know she wouldn't be calling tonight. Her only plan was to lock herself in the house, drink enough wine to take off some of the edge, and masturbate herself to sleep.

She was too embarrassed to tell him she missed a pill, so she offered, Woke up with a really sore throat. May have caught a bug last night while out, probably won't call tonight. To her son she sent, Thank you for letting me know, honey. Can you stay at a friend's house tonight? Mom's feeling a bit under the weather today.

She went to the bathroom and stripped. Her heaving DD cup breasts fell loose when she threw off her bra and she sighed in relief. It hurt to sleep with underwire on. She looked in the mirror and brushed out her shoulder-length hair with her fingers. It was just a shade darker than her son's. While he got much of his father's build and height, Alex shared Rebecca's green eyes and fur coat, only she enjoyed letting the downy fur between her breasts grow out. That allure of softness when she was wearing a low-cut top was something she knew drove men wild. Her trim belly and large bust gave her an hourglass figure as her hips widened out again. She was 36, but put her next to any twenty year old and she knew she was just as sexy. Just as breedable.

She bit her lip at that intrusive thought. In the mirror she saw that her pussy was swollen. Lips plump and moist.. She shook her head, used the toilet, then went back to her bedroom to check her phone.

No response from her husband. No surprise there. Alex said: Shouldn't someone be home if you're not feeling well?

How to tell her son without outright saying, "I love you honey but I don't want you to try fucking me because I might just let you if you stay here tonight." She paced the room a moment. She thought through a few different responses, then remembered Alex wasn't some boy. He'd admitted to having sex to her, he knew what a heat was, and she could be firm with him: I forgot to take my heat suppressant last night. I should be fine tomorrow morning, but tonight will be rough. Find a friend to stay with and don't come home.

Oh... and then a few minutes later, I'll let you know who I end up staying with.

_K, thanks. Love you._She breathed a huge sigh of relief. She put her phone on its charger and went downstairs.

This was not Rebecca's first rodeo. She knew she should eat now while she could. Later in the evening she'd lose her appetite completely, and wouldn't be able to do much but play with herself.

She cooked the usual breakfast she'd do for Alex and herself. Two omelets: hers with spinach and mushroom, his with cheese and bacon. She ate both. Rebecca decided not to do coffee and went for wine. It was 11:30 when she poured her first glass. She also knew it helped to stay busy, though the house was tidy, she still took the time to vacuum the downstairs, clean the counters in the kitchen, and unload and load the dishwasher. Two more glasses of wine in that time. By then the clock on the microwave read 12:15.

Her cunt ached. How had it not even been an hour? When she wasn't doing something with her hands, she would idly stroke herself. She didn't bother with clothes, knowing how her heat could permanently stain them. Her inner thighs were wet like she just toweled off from the shower. Keep busy, she told herself. If she tried to sit down to do something she'd just end up masturbating till her clit was sore. She needed to keep her hands occupied.

Laundry. She could do laundry. Except she did her laundry yesterday and all her husband's clothes were clean. Alex had been doing his own for years, but under the circumstances she didn't think he would care. So Rebecca went upstairs, fourth glass of wine in hand as she opened the door to her son's room. Her nose twitched and she whimpered as the smell of her boy hit her. Was it always this musky? Fuck. Why was the smell of young, teenage boy so alluring right now? Alex's room had some band posters on the wall, his full sized bed, a computer desk, a bass guitar and small amp next to it. Clothes spilled out of his laundry basket.

She clenched one hand into a fist and drank the entire glass of wine with the other. She set the glass on the desk, happy to already have a hearty buzz to dull some of the sensations coming from her nethers. She reached for the basket when she noticed an old pair of boxers on the ground. They were stained all over with apparent... use. Rebecca felt a gush and all thought was wrecked in an instant. She fell to her knees, one hand rushing to her clenching cunny while the other grabbed her son's boxers and pressed them to her snout. She wanted to be disgusted with herself. But god her son's scent. It was so virile and masculine, even in this used cum rag she could get a good sense of what her son's real, manly cock would smell like. She squealed as she came a little into her sopping hand, which gave her enough clarity to realize she should not be masturbating in her son's room.

She needed to cum, really cum, though. So she rushed to her bedroom, his boxer's shamelessly carried with her.

She didn't even bother to get a toy from the closet--just fell into bed. She rested on her knees, ass up and legs spread while she buried her face into a pillow and her son's boxers, both hands at her crotch now. She whimpered. In any other state of mind she knew what she was doing should alarm and disgust her, but at the moment she moaned and dug four fingers in her cunt while her other hand was busy frantically working her clit.

Without thinking she heard herself say, "Oh... Alex... yes!" She managed to hilt her fingers in her cunt just right and hit her g-spot. It normally made her wrist ache, but she didn't care, she furiously thrust them in and out, spilling her juices on the bed and moaning louder and louder. Her other hand had gone from rubbing her clit to twisting and pinching it, all while her face stayed buried in her son's boxers. She imagined it was his balls, his cock above her, leaking pre onto her face, marking her with his scent before he bred her. She'd worship his virility till she couldn't take it anymore and begged for his pups.

She came. Her tail shot up and flagged as her knees squeezed together around her hands, her already wet thighs getting soaked with her hands as her whole body was rocked and her legs squirmed to close tighter, as if they were trying to wrap tightly around a mate's waist. Her whole body seized and shuddered.

It took several minutes before she pushed herself up to her elbows, looking down at her son's boxers with a grimace. They still smelled so good, and her cunt was already starting to get hot again. She lifted her soaked hand to her face and took a deep breath before she stuck her fingers in her mouth to taste her femme cum. She closed her eyes and moaned. Heat sucked but every part of it was all so good. She felt slutty. She felt stupid. Of course going to her son's room was a mistake. What else could have happened?

She reached over to check her phone. It was 1:12, and she saw she had five unread messages. Probably her husband checking up and Alex telling her where he was staying. She could read and reply later.

She rolled over onto her back, exhausted. She needed to take advantage of this reprieve. That fourth glass of wine had got her over the line into drunkenness, and with her heat sated for a tiny bit, she could take a nap. She'd wake up desperate to cum again in a few hours, grab another bottle of wine and masturbate some more. It was going to be a long night.

Alex's palms were sweating. By the time he got home, he'd sent his mom ten frantic messages he read over again, hoping for a response.

Hey mom, I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble finding somewhere to stay.

Okay, Derek said I could stay at his place!

Haha, just kidding, his parents said not on a school night. Really sorry I'm having trouble with this.

Asking the guys at football practice...

No luck. Maybe you could just have me stay in the garage, lol?

Mom?

You okay?

Okay, so I've looked up some stuff online. Long as I keep a rag with vinegar on my nose I should be fine. We can make it through this mom, don't worry.

Alex's last message he sent when he reached their front porch. _Mom, please don't be mad with me. But if I don't hear from you I'm gonna have to check on you. I love you, I just want to make sure you're okay._It had been ten minutes since that last message. He locked his phone right as the clock hit 4:00 p.m. and opened the front door.

It was quiet. Usually this time of day his mom was cooking and listening to music or a podcast on her blue-tooth speaker. He noticed his cock firming up in his sheath before he actually noticed the smell. The warnings online weren't kidding. Heat suppressant pills were universally accessible and could be picked up at any pharmacy. It wasn't uncommon for someone like him to not meet a girl while she was in heat until he was with a mate. This was his first encounter since he'd gained a serious libido, and it was faint but he already wanted more of that smell.

Alex shook his head to clear his thoughts and called out, "Mom?"

Maybe she was just asleep? But he spent all morning and afternoon not hearing from her. The silence of the house spit back a fear that tied knots in his stomach. He needed to know she was safe. He was so worried that when he rushed upstairs he completely forgot about the vinegar rag trick. The smell was so much stronger here. Alex noticed both his and his parent's doors were open. He passed his first and didn't see anything amiss. His heart was pounding with both fear and arousal when he found his mom.

She lied on her side in his parents' queen sized bed. She was facing him, so he clearly saw her DD cup breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her body curved in an eloquent line, making a comma at her hips and sliding down her slender legs. He always thought his mom was beautiful, but this moment was different. She was erotic and intoxicating to look at when she was like this. She wore nothing, but Alex noticed an article of clothing bunched up in her hand and held next to her face.

He blushed so red it could be seen under his fur when he realized it was the pair of boxers he'd use to clean up after masturbating last night.

She wasn't erotic, she was irresistible right now with that smell. He'd ate out girls before and knew their smell. She was across the room and its scent was stronger than when he'd been muzzle deep in pussy. He couldn't stop himself. He couldn't even think of the taboo against this sort of thing. His mom needed him, maybe now more than ever.

At the edge of the bed, Alex began slipping off the sweaty gym clothes he wore for practice. By the time he stood nude before his mother, his eleven inch cock had fully fallen from its sheath. Its girth was easily a wine bottle's, and its weight meant that it couldn't actually stand up even when fully erect. Below his enormous endowment hung a ball sack the size of his fists pressed together, each nut lemon-sized.

His mother never knew about his endowment. It was a secret he was embarrassed to share even as, sometimes when masturbating at home, he couldn't picture himself with anyone but her. Nothing would make him leave her side tonight.

As he crawled onto the bed, Rebecca whimpered. She made a groggy, pained moan and rolled onto her back, legs open and pussy exposed. The hand that held his boxers had been pulled close to her face. Alex carefully laid down beside her, his cock so hard it was oozing pre when it rubbed against his mother's belly. Her soft fur made him shudder. A gout fired from his tip and smeared into her fur. God she was so hot. One hand wrapped under her head to tilt her muzzle toward him while the other reached down and started to softly stroke her wet cunt. He was stunned how hot it was--waiting for him must have been torturous for her.

"Mom," he whispered softly, "Wake up. I came home, I'm going to take care of you."

Rebecca thought she must still be dreaming as she looked, bleary eyed, at the person she shared the bed with. In front of her was a hot young stud who looked like a sexy male version of herself with the biggest cock she'd seen. His hands gently played with her pussy and she let out a pleased moan.

The stud smiled and said, "It's gonna be alright, mom."

Mom? Her eyes snapped open and a hand covered her mouth because she wasn't sure if she would yell or moan again. The hand she covered her mouth with was the one that held his incriminating boxers. The smell of her boy made her shiver.

Alex slid a finger into sex and curled it up just right, grinding slowly. Fuck it made Rebecca bite down on the cum rag. Her son hadn't just had sex, he'd figured out how and where to touch a woman.

He was so calm, and soft spoken when he said, "You like my musk, huh?"

She knew if she didn't stop this she'd fuck him. Fuck when did her boy get so hot? So hung? She mustered all her will and put her hand on the one he had on her crotch and said, "Alex, stop... you're my son, we can't... I can't..."

He kissed her. It was good, caring and slow, almost too much. But her boy wasn't some wolf-whistling hound, and that somehow made it worse. There was something very genuine in the way his hands moved through her hair as he kissed her. His mouth tasted like purified water. There was a gentle insistence in his tongue and she wondered what she tasted like to him. If it was wine or her cum. Either way, when he pulled away and whispered, "You taste really good, mom," she melted. It was so sweet and boyish.

God she wished he'd been rough with her. This was even harder to reject. She was blushing deeply and was light-headed. She said, "Honey, I love you... ah--ah... more than any-ything in the world... but... we can't...do this."

"Do you want this?" He had stuck a second finger inside her pussy.

She covered her face and muttered, "That's so unfair of you to ask."

"You do."

"Of course... I... oh fuck," she bit her lip and came a little. His fingers were insistent.

With his free hand he grabbed the wrist she used to cover her face and pulled it over both their heads, clasping it in his. She couldn't look away from him as he said with a certainty that scared and excited her, "Mom, I don't just love you, I'm in love with you. I've been since... I don't know? Years." His fingers inside her had withdrawn and opted to rubbing her just above the hips, right over her womb.

"Alex... I..." What was this feeling in her? Dread? Something close to it, with insurmountable lust and affection. Yeah... that was right... dread. Because she knew how this night was going to end. It scared her but filled her with so much else. She needed him, her son.

"It's okay, mom. I didn't plan this, it's not your fault. I was just so worried and then I saw you and I knew I had to do something. I just wanna make you happy--"

She placed a finger on his snout. A rational, clear thought rose from her lust-murked-mind. She shared it with him, "I want you to breed me, Alex. You're... you're the only one I want."

Alex growled happily and buried his muzzle into her neck. His teeth nipped her throat, causing a shuddering gasp before his fingers pushed back into her cunt, three of them now, much rougher than before. She raised her hips so they could better reach her spot, which her son knew to go to immediately. Her hands went to running down his back as he bit down her clavicle to her breasts.

Her son, Rebecca realized, had held back an incredible amount until she told him to take her. Even in this fuck haze of her heat, he wanted what she wanted. What did she do to deserve--

Her son's muzzle closed on her black nipple and with one hard suck she came again. Her legs thrashed as Alex fought her to keep his hands sheathed in her spasming cunt. He was sucking on her tit so roughly it nearly hurt, but her hands were pressing his head down on it while she released a loud, broken moan to the ceiling. She could feel her son's massive cock throbbing against her belly and spilling pre all over it.

When her body calmed some, her son pulled away and she ran her hands down her tits to her stomach. Alex had leaked a pool of pre there, more than most men's loads. Could he get her pregnant with that alone? It didn't matter, she wanted so much more.

Alex was on his knees, licking the femme cum off his hand and tasting his mother for the first time. The taste made him want give her a mating bite so deep it left a permanent scar on her perfect body. She was stroking her hands along herself, seemingly relishing her heat stricken form. It was taking all of Alex's self-control not take his mother like a feral wolf.

He told her, "Mom I want to explore every inch of your body..." and his cock stiffened a bit as another shot of pre spilled across her breasts. "But right now, I need to fuck you."

Rebecca eagerly wrapped her hands around her ankles and pulled her legs apart, leaving her cunt stretched open wide for him. "Please..."

Alex moved to mount her, laying over her with his cock-tip poised at her entrance. She let go of her legs and they wrapped around him as her hands closed on his head and pulled his ear close. "I didn't say it before..." her breath was pained as if she was speaking past a stitch, "but I'm in love with you, too, Alexander. Now fucking breed your mother."

Alex snarled and bit her shoulder as he ploughed his cock into her. Rebecca groaned as her entire body tightened around her son: arms, legs, and cunt. His tapered tip hit her cervix immediately, and she knew he still had some more to go, not counting whatever monster knot her boy had. The thought of him tying her made a new rush of fluids push out around her son's massive dick. His bite on her tightened and he held her close as he began pistoning into her.

This was a rut now, a breeding.

Rebecca's moans were short pants cut off each time her son's cock slammed against her cervix. That spongy barrier defenseless against such a powerful breeding tool. She felt his pre spilling out onto her ass. He just would not stop leaking into her. Rebecca held him tighter as she came again, a quick short one from the shock of cock breaking her pussy open. Her son's insistent slapping slowed and became harder, he was pressing with his whole body now, not just his hips. One, two, three, and then on the fourth slam Rebecca felt his huge balls slap her ass and his tapered tip was inside her womb. She felt that whole shaft twitch and jump inside her before pre squirted into the back of her egg chamber. This time she bit his shoulder to muffle a scream. In less than a minute he'd opened her entirely up.

Her pained yell was enough for him to release her shoulder and cup her head. "You... fuck...you okay, mom?"

His cock was so much bigger than anything she'd taken. Her walls felt her son's heartbeat in that perfect dick. She felt the pre in her womb coming nonstop. Her whole body seemed seized as she groaned through another orgasm.

"Mom?"

Her teeth let go of her son, realizing they'd both drawn blood on each other. She was panting as she said, "I'm... I'm okay. Alex... you're so big. So good."

Her brow was covered in sweat and it made her hair stick to it, obscuring her eyes. Alex brushed it out of the way and kissed her. They both tasted each other's blood as he humped into her, not really thrusting in and out but giving her a sense of his huge knot as it smashed down on her clit.

Alex's entire body was instinct the moment his cock pushed into the tight, heated vice of his mother's sex. Over the last year he'd learned different ways to fuck women, but breeding was different. His mom was different. He could barely think past the need to stuff his cock until it was entirely buried in the pussy that made him. His mom had pulled away from the kiss as Rebecca whispered breathily in his ear about how good he was. About how she should have let him fuck her long before this. About how much she loved him, which spilled into outright begging to get his knot into her.

He spent minutes just humping dumbly into her while she scratched up his back and had a set of small orgasms that drenched his knot and sheath. But he remembered, eventually, it wasn't instinct why he was here. It was Rebecca... he needed to take care of Rebecca, and she needed his knot.

Alex grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulder, shuddering as this new position made her pussy tighter. He pushed himself up until it was his feet and not his knees that held him up. Rebecca was pushed up by his cock until her weight rested on her upper back, her body curled into a C. She was staring, in awe, as she finally noticed the outline of her son's cock at the crest of her waistline. With both arms planted beside her, he buried his muzzle in her neck and took a deep breath of her scent as he dragged his cock out and slowly drove it back in.

Rebecca gasped and clutched the back of her son's head as he pulled out again. This new position let his cock hit deeper, and on the second piston, when her son withdrew a new flood of femme cum came with it. With each thrust he picked up the pace, and soon she was calling out his name like some teenage girl being bred for the first time. Alex's cock just felt so irresistible and good: the way his tapered tip pressed on the back of her womb, his fat shaft filling her so much she had to fight to make her pussy squeeze any tighter on him, to that glorious fat knot slapping her clit in a torturous way that was too much stimulation on her clit and not enough at the same time.

Rebecca's legs went numb. She felt her cum running down her ass and into her tail. In this position everything was in his control. All she could do was moan dumbly and claw at her bed, tearing holes in the fitted sheet as this monstrous cock obliterated all thought.

Alex barely noticed her squirming. He concentrated on ploughing her cunt, grunting every now and then. He kept his long, see-sawing strokes until his cock accidently popped from her clenching cunny. His cock jerked and sprayed pre across his mom's face as it slipped down her belly, and amidst her loud moaning he felt another rush of wet from her sex coat his balls. He growled in frustration as his mother's quick, desperate hands guided his dick back to her hot tunnel. Alex had never tried to knot a girl before, but he wouldn't get up until he knotted her.

This time when his cock slammed back in, he only pulled halfway out before driving back in. Halfway was still a normal male's entire cock-length. His thrusts came much faster, and his mother's voice picked up again as he beat his knot against her pussy, his tapered tip battering deep in her belly as Alex forced her body to yield to his.

Rebecca wanted it to, so bad. That knot felt like trying to fit a cantaloupe inside her. She didn't know how she would take it without tearing, but canines were meant to be knotted, and her son was meant to knot her. She felt the entrance to her sex stretching. Alex snarled again and bit her, this time on the throat. A mating bite. He was going to do it.

Alex managed to slam a third of his knot inside her. If he could just get the widest part fitted in her, he knew the rest would pop in. His calves were burning from rutting in this position for so long. His balls had tightened and he knew he would cum soon, he was so close.

Rebecca's son was slowing down but only because each smack of their hips ended with him grinding against her. He was frantic to tie her. Her neck hurt, her cunt felt numb from the slow, battering of Alex's knot. But she felt it, like a pressurized geyser was moving up from her sore cunny, slowly following the arc of Alex's cock to her womb.

They both heard it when Alex popped in, her cunt closed around the root of his cock like a door slamming. Alex released her neck and whimpered, "Oh... mom..." and his whole body froze up. She felt his balls jump. Her pussy so stuffed her walls felt his thick seed travel up the vein beneath his shaft. When it hit, so did her geyser.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped as that first wave of heat-rending orgasm caused her whole body to contort. Her pussy clamped down so tight Alex's cock couldn't even jerk inside her as a thick spray of cum poured from him. Even inside her, it felt heavy and thick. Her helpless, fertile womb didn't stand a chance. Then came his next spray and she wrapped her arms around him and screamed, "Oh, Alexander!" She lost control. Her legs thrashed on his shoulders, her claws drew blood down his back. Her vision went white, she felt contractions move down the length of her cunt, milking her son desperately. Her whole body a deep, ancient lust that trembled and shook in real screams and silent gasps as his cock freed her from her heat.

Alex's first shot of cum had actually been pretty weak for him. He'd tried to hold it back, wanting to rut her some more with his knot finally inside her. By the third she was screaming his name and he gave in, his balls visibly squeezing together in a rhythm as they pushed his cum into her womb, inescapably breeding the place he was conceived. His mother's cunt seemed to undulate in what felt like jerking motions, as if it was trying to draw his seed out. By the seventh gush, her eggs were completely drowned in a cum so thick it had trouble being pushed through a sieve. Her pussy kept clamping down, and his knot kept both their fluids from going anywhere, so by the ninth push, he grunted as he felt her swelling belly touch his. Gingerly, Alex settled back onto his knees, setting his mother on her back. Her legs slid off his shoulders as she came down from her high, they were both panting. He was still cumming, and her pussy was still squeezing and working his cock.

Green eyes locked together a moment, then they both smiled and started laughing gleefully, like they just accomplished something impossible. Alex pushed his hips forward a bit, making his mother gasp before she cupped his head in her hands and they kissed again. Now that it wasn't in a vice grip, Alex felt his cock leap inside her when she wrapped her muzzle round his.

Rebecca pushed her tongue against her son as she felt her bloated belly continue to swell. She'd never felt so full, so dumbly satisfied in her life. Her boy gave her something special. And as she kissed him, she felt tears welling up in joy for what they both found.

Alex's balls continued lurching when he pulled away from his mother. His flow now a steady stream than a set of hard shots as they stared into each other's eyes again. She was crying, but he knew where those tears came from.

"Oh Alex..." she pulled him down and they nuzzled each other. She whispered to him, "I love you so much... I hate that I waited this long to do this with you."

"Mom... I--"

"Say my name."

"Rebecca," she shuddered and clenched down on his cock again. This got him worked up, and he began grinding into her, tugging his knot against her sealed entrance and thrusting it what little he could back into her sex. "Oh Rebecca... Rebecca..."

"Fuck... Alex," she came again, this one delicate by comparison. Her whole body trembled. Her son stiffened up and his cock jerked, shooting seed hard for a moment, those spurts so heavy she felt each one stretch her out.

She encouraged it, she whispered in his ear, "I thought of you earlier today."

"I know... I saw--"

"I imagined it was your balls--that I was licking and worshipping my son's virility, getting his--ah, fuck Alex--getting your cock hard, rubbing it all over my face before I bent over and begged you to fuck me."

"F-f-fuck mom," Alex whimpered as he kept up his furious humping. "You're s-so fucking... hot, Rebecca." Another hard spurt when he used her name.

She groaned at how full she was. It felt strange and good, to be so filled with her son's cum. She looked pregnant--shit by the end of the day she would be pregnant. None of that mattered right now. She just wanted to coax her son to keep going, to coax out more of his cum.

"Do you think you'll want other girls after this?"

"No," he said. His hips were pressed so tight to hers it felt like he was trying to get his sheath inside her.

"Good boy... I'm done taking heat suppressant pills. Whenever I'm in season..."

"Mom!" His whole body shook as his cock shot hard as when he first came.

"I want you to breed me instead, Alexander. Ah, I, god I want you to take care of me."

"Rebecca," he whimpered, "I'll take care of you, I promise." His tail was wagging as he squirmed against her, her belly still swelling.

"And I'll, fuck, Alex I'll take care of you." She felt short of breath, she was panting and still gripping his cock despite how full she was. She said in short pants, "Whenever you're horny, son... I don't care if it's when we're out in public... when dad's home... or when it's just late and you can't sleep."

"I'll get addicted," he warned and took a deep breath into her neck. Scenting her. "I'm already so close to it."

"I want you to be. I love you, Alexander," she said, squeezing him tightly to her.

He shuddered and buried his muzzle into her neck and she felt the warmth of his tears. He was crying softly as he said, "I love you, too, Rebecca."

She rubbed his back and cooed in his ear, "My sweet boy, my precious son. It's going to be okay."

"I know, mom," but he still trembled and shook, overcome with emotion.

They stayed quiet for several minutes, holding each other as the flow of her son's cock finally started to stutter and slow. Rebecca didn't try to move until she felt something leaking from her. She knew what it was, but at first she thought she just imagined it. As if there was still a life outside being tied to her son's perfect cock.

Alex groaned as he began to pull out, his knot softened enough that it was barely larger than his normal girth. She still moaned as his cock slipped out of her.

A mattress-ruining amount of cum spilled out of her when it did.

Alex had rolled to her side so they could both look down and see her belly. She already looked like she was about the burst with his pup. The swell of her stomach so great she couldn't see her thighs, only feel her aching cunt spill seed between them. She reached down and felt it. It was thick, and wasn't running out like a normal male's cum, but slipping slowly, more pushed out by the weight of all that was inside her. She scooped some of it in her hands and sat up.

Alex watched her mother study his cum in her palms, so dense she couldn't see through it. Then she held it to her muzzle, and tilted her head back to let it slide in. She moaned so sluttishly that his dick began to firm back up.

"Damn mom..."

She kept it in her mouth a moment, quivering as she savored the taste before he watched her swallow. Rebecca said, "If I'm not careful, I'm the one who will get addicted to you." She pointed at the nightstand before he could respond. "Hand me my phone."

He did as he was told.

Rebecca felt a twinge of guilt from all the missed messages from her son, but it didn't matter now. She went into her contacts and looked up the numbers she had for Alex's school. She called one and Alex watched her idly scoop more cum onto her fingers and lick it off while the phone rang.

"Mom, you know what time it is, right? School's closed."

"I know, it's 5:30, now hush," she said before a feminine, robotic voice told her to leave a message. Rebecca took on an apologetic tone, "Hi, um, this is Rebecca Blackwell, Alexander Blackwell's son. He came down with a fever when he got home tonight, and we took to an urgent care clinic and it seems like he has the flu." Alex's eyes went wide as his mother smiled at him. "So Alex isn't going to be able to come into school for at least a week. Thanks." She ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed.

"Mom, what did you just--" she stopped him with a kiss that tasted like her heat and his cum in a cocktail that was the essence of their lust.

She pulled away and squeezed his cock as he became engorged again. She told him, "You said you've felt this way for years. I wanna make up for lost time. For all those moments you had to suppress the urge to do something we've both secretly needed."

"Mom..." Her stomach was so full her breasts rested against it. She was on her knees, hair falling across her face in such an alluring way that he couldn't help but gape at her beauty.

She said, in a sultry, satisfied tone, "What?"

"I'm not going to get any sleep tonight am I."

She giggled and said, "Not if I can help it." Rebecca leaned in for a kiss and her son let her lead him into bliss.