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There was a bright smile on Maureen's face as she parked her car at the train station, locked the doors...and promptly hopped into a rideshare vehicle, having no intention to get on the train that afternoon.

Her husband was none the wiser, but Maureen didn't think twice about that fact as she cozied up in the backseat of the car and looked down at her smartphone, seeing that her daughter was still checking every message between them. "Thanks again for the ride," she said well before they arrived at their destination, drawing a polite response from the driver and giving her the kind of verbal privacy that she was looking for: she didn't need anyone bothering her about her whereabouts.

Most people didn't have to hide the fact that they were going to visit their daughter from their own husbands, but when it came to Maureen's particular case, she felt it to be a prudent move, given her backstory about taking the train downstate toward wine country. As long as her car was parked at the station, no one would bother questioning it, and knowing that her son was in town and visiting her husband, she didn't think they'd much care about her destination: Scott was always so preoccupied when Dustin came to visit that Maureen felt like she disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Her intentions to visit her daughter weren't laced with revenge, as if she felt neglected; theirs was a happy marriage, and Maureen didn't want to do anything to change that fact, but like so many other long-lasting relationships, Maureen and Scott didn't make it into their older years without a secret or two between them.

"I've left you a tip on the app. Thanks for the smooth ride." Maureen took her purse and a small suitcase with her from the backseat, and already, her daughter was standing there in front of the quaint starter home that she'd purchased a few years before, not terribly far from where her parents lived.

The expression she wore was a blend of impatience and excitement, as if she'd been holding in a trip to the restroom for too long. "Slowest driver on the planet, or did you tell him to take the long way?"

"Your father and I taught you more patience than that, didn't we?"

"Like I can help being a little short when I've been waiting out here for half an hour..."

Maureen snickered as she walked up the front walk to greet her daughter. "And who's fault is that, exactly?"

"Mine," her daughter, Alyssa, was quick to admit. "But I just couldn't help it...the last three weeks have been pretty lonely without family around."

"You're the one who decided to move two towns down the road," Maureen criticized her choice as she walked gingerly up the front steps and greeted her daughter with a kiss on the cheek. "Can't blame me if you're looking for company in all the wrong places!"

"I came here for a job, mother," she retorted sharply, though she took the brunt off with her own kiss in return. "There's no place like home, when it comes to company.

"Then maybe you should be the one to make the trip back to our place, one of these times," Maureen stepped past her daughter as Alyssa held the door open for her. "I've been making so many trips down to wine country that I think your father is starting to get suspicious!"

"Doesn't he ever call your friends?" Alyssa asked, closing the door behind her and locking it just in time to feel her back pressing up to the ornamental wood, forced there by the woman she'd welcomed in. "T...that was quite the aggressive start, mother..."

Maureen hardly took the time to push her suitcase off to the side before her paws wrapped around Alyssa's wrists and pinned them up on either side of the door frame. "They know better than to pick up," she explained, showing the amount of time and consideration she put into covering her steps. "Call me Mommy...it sounds better."

"Fuck yes, it does..."

Conversation went from casual to callous in a span of seconds, and Alyssa found her voice taken away by the tenderest pair of lips she'd ever known. She didn't put much stock into the fact that it was her own mother who kissed her in a way that no one else had ever managed before, or that her sex was already starting to drip for Maureen beneath her panties as their hips met.

Even a brief moment of that thought crossing her mind was enough to force a gasp to the end of her tongue, but just that easily, Maureen collected it on her own and held it there, pressing her own warm, slick flesh against it and keeping the sound from getting past the front door.

If not for the limitations of their bodies, Alyssa had no doubt that they would have ended their trip right there, in the very place that it started.

"Tell me again why you decided to move away?" Maureen asked, teasing her daughter with a question that they both knew the answer to. With every sound that passed from her maw, tiny vibrations tickled Alyssa's tender flesh and left her tingling lips to tremble that much worse, until her knees were weak with sensations that she never dreamed she'd feel from a family member. "It's not because you found someone better, is it?"

Alyssa knew the words would come with some difficulty, but she could hardly keep from gasping to get them out in the first place. "There's n-no one," she stumbled there as she felt a tight squeeze around her wrists, the domineering force of her own mother proving too much to ignore. "No one who could ever be better than you, Mommy..."

Another quick, forceful press of the lips drew a quiet moan from Alyssa, who would have crumpled right to the floor if her own mother wasn't pressing her into the front door.

"Damn right, there isn't."

Able to be a dominatrix in one breath and a tease in the next, Maureen released her daughter when she found her legs once more and took a large step back, daring Alyssa to close the gap and take the lead; as was always the case, Alyssa stayed put, panting quietly and looking bewildered by a treatment that she had to know was coming, by then.

Even if she could have seen it from a mile away and prepared for it a week in advance, she'd never quite get used to the way her mother greeted her.

"Well, I'd tell you to make yourself at home, but you've already taken it upon yourself to do so," Alyssa did her best to tease right back at her playful parent. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in a glass of wine to get the weekend started?"

"I did say I was going on a weekend trip to wine country. I suppose it would be a bit dishonest if I didn't have a glass or two," Maureen agreed.

They both knew that alcohol was hardly necessary at that point; neither one of them needed any extra social lubricant. "Did you want to start off with a sweet white, or perhaps a nice, dry red instead?"

"I was looking for something with more of an almond flavor," Maureen replied, and immediately, Alyssa bolted for the kitchen, not wanting her mother to see the look of embarrassment that took hold of her expression. The very first time they'd crossed the line, they never looked back, but Alyssa could never forget the way her mother described the flavor of her womanhood.

Like a glass of fine champagne, right down to the hint of almond on the tongue...

Those words alone would leave Alyssa in a frenzy, if Maureen were cruel enough to go the whole weekend without finishing the younger ursine off.

"I'm afraid I probably don't have much that'll get the job done," Alyssa confessed from the safety of the kitchen, finding her voice but struggling to pop the cork from a bottle of wine. "But if you come into the kitchen, I might have a decent substitute for you?"

Maureen shrugged off the light sweater she'd opted for that evening, clad only in the slinky dress of smooth black that her husband trusted would stay on around her friends.

He never said anything about keeping it on around their daughter.

"If you're not spreading your legs around a glass of wine, I'm going to be sorely disappointed in you, my dear," Maureen was drawing up the image in her head as she stepped past the doorway and through the narrow living room, to the wide and walled-off kitchen. It was the star of the house, spacious enough for their entire family to eat with comfort, and more importantly, a big enough area that they still hadn't made love on every surface of it yet.

Maureen didn't get her wish right away, but to see Alyssa stripped naked and holding a pair of glasses full of dazzling golden liquid was a consolation prize that only served to _worsen_her thirst.

"Was that the right thing to do?" Alyssa asked, and in her current state, the question was such that her own mother couldn't help giggling before her. "Did...did I do something wrong?"

"Alyssa, you know that you've done nothing wrong," Maureen assured her, as she took one of the glasses from her daughter and pressed another brief kiss upon her lips. "But one of these days, you're going to have to become your own woman, and learn to take the reins in the bedroom once in a while."

"I don't see how pouring a couple of glasses and stripping myself ahead of time wasn't taking the reins..."

"You did that because I _wanted_you to," Maureen explained. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, and I'm certainly not complaining, but if you're supposed to be the one in charge, you're not exercising much authority over me right now."

Alyssa wasn't sure how to go about taking control of the situation; it was only natural that she'd feel at least some form of subservience to her mother, as part of their family dynamic.

Even having stepped out on her own and becoming an adult wasn't enough for Alyssa to be the dominant one of the pair, but Maureen knew that there were ways to help her along the path, if she was patient enough.

"Do I have to show my authority over you?"

It was a good question, all told. "Of course you don't," Maureen confirmed. "But I want to see what my daughter is capable of, and right now, it looks like she's only good for a stiff pour."

Alyssa knew she was being challenged, and the fires of her lust only served to drive her right into her mother's arms, but there was no follow-through in her actions. Her breasts held steady against her mother's own bosom, and her eyes narrowed with an attempt at intensity, but there was something lacking within her, as if her domineering spirit were still dormant.

Maureen just _knew_that it had to be hiding somewhere within her, but there would be no shortage of opportunities to draw the whip from her own flesh and blood. For that evening, she didn't quite have the gumption to sit through a series of talks and slow lessons.

A crash course would be much more enjoyable.

"I'm good for a lot more than that, Maureen."

"Calling your mother by her first name to show a little rebellion? Kinda cute, but that doesn't mean you're the one in charge," her mother plucked a glass from her paw and took a long gulp from it, rather than the expected, curious sip. "If anything, that just proves to me that you're too inexperienced to lead us along, yet. I'll just have to tie you down, yet again..."

Alyssa knew her mother's melodramatic tone, but her tail lifted immediately at the prospect of being bound. "Y...You...You really think you can pin me down long enough to make it happen?"

"That's adorable, pretending you don't want me to. I can practically smell the desire from here, my darling...if a feather landed on your muzzle, you'd drop right down and stay on your knees until I told you to stand up again!"

"You don't kn-

"Yes, I do," Maureen interrupted her with a leering stare, leaning ever closer to the tender flesh of her own daughter's lips. "Because you're my little girl, and no matter how much older you get, you'll always be my little girl...perhaps, you could dominate someone else, but you'll never dominate me, Alyssa."

There was little use for the smaller, younger ursine to try and argue her point; even if she had a voice left to argue with, her mother would have stolen it away in the next moment as wine-soaked lips pressed against the very flesh that she gave life to, stealing a kiss back from it.

More than Alyssa's voice dripped away from her as arousal beaded upon the crest of her womanhood and stuck to the fur upon the inside of her thighs. A quick, examining touch brought it upon her mother's fingertips, and as that pleasant moisture aided in a single digit of penetration, Maureen's daughter could only struggle to keep her lips sealed in the heat of the kiss, wanting desperately to cry out in a praising moan for her controlling mother.

If you push my buttons any harder, I'm gonna unload my stuff and move back home, Alyssa thought, almost forgetting to keep her grip on the second wine glass. Pawtips that wrapped around the narrow stem continued to twitch and tremble until Maureen gripped her daughter's wrist and took control of it, spilling the delicious fluid over their tightly pressed bodies and forcing the glass to the floor.

Neither one of them paid any mind to the sound of fine crystal shattering against durable tile; there was an entire weekend left to clean up after their messes, and Maureen wanted to make entirely sure that there was more than one mess to clean up.

"Mnn...t-table..." she tried to order her daughter without breaking the kiss, but a quick push at the hips was a much more effective way to communicate the idea, and without hesitation, Alyssa gave herself over to the physical whims of her mother. Her backside bumped against the edge of the table but it held firm, even when Maureen titled her back over it and saw just how far her daughter would literally bend.

Alyssa's shoulders were nearly at the surface of the finely carved furniture before her back would go no further, and the angle of her hips made it easy for her mother to probe a pair of fingers as far as her vaginal cavity would allow them to reach. Slow, swirling fingertips pushed against the sensitive, familiar mound of flesh within Alyssa's womanhood and worked her into a frenzy, but even then, she could only cling to her mother's back and pray that Maureen was willing to push her g-spot past the figurative edge.

She knew her prayer would sit on deaf ears for a terribly long time before it was ever answered.

"Your father and I have been busy...v-very busy," Maureen wasn't afraid to pull back from the kiss, a sign that she kept control over Alyssa, even when the younger bear's body was crying out for a deeper touch. "We made a few modifications to the kitchen table...wanna guess where I got the idea?"

Living on her own meant that Alyssa was able to make certain changes to her home that she never would have dreamed of making at her parent's house, even after she started an incestuous relationship with her own mother.

The bondage straps that were built into her kitchen table and hidden along the underside were apparently a good enough idea to steal; her lips curled just slightly at the idea, before a sudden jab at the depths of her sex pushed her muzzle back into a gasping pose.

"Maybe y-you're the one with something t-to learn," Alyssa was trying not to cry out with orgasmic delight already, but that excess pleasure made her bold enough to take a shot at her mother in such a way, even when she could guess what the consequences might be.

There was no doubt that the straps that were tugged around the back of her thighs were coming, and as her footpaws quivered against the kitchen floor, she nearly shook the table itself with her excitement...but her body stilled as fingers that were soaked with arousal pulled free from her depths and tugged a long, thin strand of liquid desire along with them.

Finishing the wine glass that was still left, Maureen let out a sigh of calm satisfaction and swirled her tongue around the tips of her digits, collecting the juices that she'd worked out of Alyssa's cunt. "Quite a delectable pairing, really...If I were going about this the old-fashioned way, I'd pour myself another glass!"

"Y...You're not gonna eat me out?"

"After that little jab?" Maureen made it clear that she hadn't ignored her daughter's snide comment. "You're lucky that I'm gonna finish you off at all, Alyssa."

She knew that she'd gotten herself in over her head, but Alyssa couldn't help herself. There'd always been a hint of a rebellious spirit behind her as a teenager, and even as an adult, she wasn't afraid to speak her mind, even when it was likely to get her in a hint of trouble.

She wasn't expecting to see the base of her mother's footpaw closing in, as Maureen showed off a flexibility that only her husband was aware of, before. With her dress lifted, she gave Alyssa the show of a lifetime as her petals naturally parted with the spread of her thighs, but bright, pink pads blocked out the view shortly thereafter, as Maureen's toes wiggled on the bridge of Alyssa's muzzle.

Twin sets of netherlips kissed against each other delicately as Maureen held the ethereal reins with a tighter grip than her calm nature would imply. She was able to keep her arousal in check for a few moments longer, but Alyssa was already worked up into a frothy lust, and even the most delicate touch was enough to leave her locks splayed across the table as she threw her head back.

This is a unique pose, even for you, mother...

She never would have been able to manage such a statement, right then. "Nnnf...mn..._nnn!_M-mommy...f-fuck!" was the best that she could do, and it was more than enough to paint a sinister grin over Maureen's lips and keep it there through the first arching brush of her hips.

A slow, upward grind brought her clit to tenderly rub over the hood of Alyssa's, teasing her with the peak of what pleasure she could know without leaving her earthly body. All of the buildup made for a touch that she knew would be terribly sensitive, but knowing in thought wasn't the same as knowing it in practice.

The sound of a deep gasp sucking in and a table bouncing against the floor with a heavy THUD heralded a second thrust from Maureen, who wasn't satisfied with that reaction. A desperate whimper escaped from Alyssa as her mother rocked back and forth from her hips, pushing her backside out and forcing the weight of her pubic mound forth, pinning her daughter under the bliss that it provided and teaching her a stern lesson about challenging her mother's authority.

It was a surefire way to make sure that Alyssa would make that same mistake again in the future.

"Don't tell me you're already close..."

"Nnn...no..."

"You shouldn't lie to your mother like that."

Juices came together between parted folds and spread apart again as Maureen worked her daughter over, unlocking new possibilities for Alyssa and filling her mind with instant memories of her new, favorite position. The slick sound of petals teasing one another tried to fill the kitchen, but couldn't overwhelm the thump of table legs bouncing against the kitchen floor and giving credence to just how hard Maureen was rocking her daughter's world.

"I'll ask you one m-more time, Alyssa..."

The younger ursine winced her eyes shut, unable to lie to her mother when she was staring into the captivating depths of her eyes...but that wasn't enough to escape the weight of her stare, as plentiful juices eased from the font of her arousal and spilled down over the edge of the table. Trapped to the side of it, she could only wiggle helplessly as orgasm left her entire form to shudder and soak the floor below with a steady trickle of liquid delights, while her knowing mother continued to roll her hips against her, building her own pleasure in the process...

**

"The tasting is going great, dear! I just stepped away so I could have a minute to talk with you, alone."

Maureen never felt right lying to her husband, but saying that she was with her friends was easier than saying that their daughter was between her legs, slurping up the tasty remnants of their earlier lovemaking.

"That was awfully sweet of you, dear. You know I'm always happy to chat, but it's actually a bad time for me."

She cocked a brow. "Working on the car again?"

"Yeah, but our son stopped by to offer me some help. I'm sure he'll be glad to chat with you when we're all done here."

"Oh, that's lovely! I'm glad he made it in safe, already. Say hi to h-him for me."

"You okay over there?"

Alyssa was getting her own form of revenge as her tongue swirled aggressively around the hood of Maureen's clit, bringing it stiff and eager again with a desperate wish to make her mother cum in the middle of the conversation.

"Y-Yes, just a little rough terrain to walk through," she made something up on the spot. "I'll talk to you later tonight, love. Say hi to Dustin for me."

"Tell Alyssa I love her. Love you too, sweetie."

She had no idea how similar her husband's situation was, as Maureen came all over her daughter's tongue.