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"Look, there are plenty of other groups you can join if this one doesn't work out," Jamie assured her son. "Keep a positive outlook, right, but if things aren't working out, you just have to call me and I'll come pick you up, okay?"

Quinn, named after his grandfather, looked up at his mother with big eyes, ears half-flat.

"Don't give me that. I spoke to the club leader, and he knows you're different. But he promises you'll just be one of the guys in no time."

He looked down and to the right, contemplating, then nodded up at Jamie. With a half-hearted wag of his tail, the eleven-year-old ran to join the club leader, a twenty-five year old Whippet nicknamed "Big Joe". He wrangled the local chapter of "4All", an outside-of-school organization for anyone, just like it said, focused on building an authentic community for people of all stripes and backgrounds. They boasted be welcoming to anyone regardless of sex, orientation, gender identity, number of legs, socio-economic status, or breed.

As much as Jamie had claimed there were other groups Quinn could join, if he didn't fit in 4All, he wouldn't fit in anywhere. The poor kid wasn't just a four-legger, he was an exceedingly rare mixed breed. His father wasn't just a feral, he was a pet - a mindless animal. Jamie bit her lip, thinking back to the biggest mistake of her life. Her pastor said she couldn't blame herself, because she was just a kid and didn't know what was going on, but she still did.

The boy's father, Rot, was Jamie's neighbor's dog when she was growing up. She'd always been amazed by the dog, who was a Rottweiler like her (albeit on four legs), and always said "hi" and gave him a treat on her way to school. But she'd picked the absolute worst day to climb through the fence into her neighbor's yard. She was just thirteen, and hadn't realized she'd just gone into heat, when she started playing ball with Rot for the first time.

It had started off innocently enough, but once the big dog got a whiff of her scent, he began nosing around her tail end. With only vague knowledge about sex and mating, Jamie hadn't realized what was happening until the dog yanked down her panties. Pushing her to the ground, the large, feral Rottweiler had his way with her then and there. No one was close enough to respond to her pleas for help in time, and by the time her mother made it to the fence, the big dog had already tied. Jamie could still remember the look of horror and disgust on her own mother's face as Rot pumped her full of his puppies.

Getting rid of the puppies was out of the question for her religious mother, so Jamie gave birth three months later to four little four-legged Rottweilers. The plan was to give them to the State to take care of, but there was one check that had to be done first, and the puppies had to be weaned. Usually, mixed pet and person puppies were also pets, mentally. But sometimes, they could think and speak and talk just as well as people.

The other three pups tested normally on the I.Q. test. They were just dumb animals, and Jamie was happy to give them away to the state. But Quinn tested somewhere in between. She could try to give him up for adoption, but what family would take in a mixed breed who couldn't even speak? So, she raised him herself. He was a smart boy, but he never could make his vocal chords form words. He spent his days in silence, going to school, but unable to write or say his answers. He had his own special education services to try to interpret his understanding.

Needless to say, he hadn't really made a lot of friends. Kids made fun of his parentage, and they barked and whined at him instead of speaking. Jamie felt sure that 4All was his last and best chance to ever fit in somewhere, and she suspected Quinn knew that, too. She bit her lip again, trying to focus on Big Joe's confidence that his group of kids would be accepting of someone so different.

Jamie kept waiting for the call from Quinn's collar, sitting on the couch at home with her car keys in hand, but hours passed, and the call never came. Could it be? Was it really going well? She took a deep sigh of relief. She needed it to work out almost as much as he did. She was just a twenty-four year old single mother trying to make ends meet working at the DollarBuy. He needed her in so many ways that she had no time for her own life. Maybe if he joined 4All, she could think about dating, or even going back to school!

Wiping her tears away, she realized it was time to pick Quinn up. The drive was quiet, but she was trembling. It had to be okay - it just had to be! With a squeak of her tires, she pulled up to the 4All building. There were other parents picking up their kids. There were little Pomeranians and Corgis and Dalmatians, mostly with two legs, but a few with four, going home with loving parents. But she didn't see Quinn.

Big Joe was waiting for her, scratching his head. The whippet said, "Ah, Jamie. Don't worry, Quinn's in the building still. He really went all out, today."

Relieved, the black-and-caramel young woman said, "Oh, thank goodness. He got along with the other kids? Even though..."

The man nodded, opening the door and leading Jamie to the back. "We had a couple of new members today, and after we did the ice-breaker, he was right there alongside the others."

But when Jamie finally saw her son, she froze. He was wearing a collar, yes, but also a leash. He was restrained to a desk! "Um..." Jamie started.

Big Joe quickly explained. "Don't worry, ma'am. He's just playing along with today's challenge. He was the most dedicated of all our members."

"Challenge?"

"The ice-breaker was to act like a pet dog. I figured it should be something he could join in with. The kids really got into it, and I promise it was all in good spirit. Right, Quinn?"

Jamie didn't look convinced until she saw her son grin, his wide, Rottweiler muzzle opening up as he wagged his long tail. Big Joe continued, "You won the whole game, Quinn! The other kids loved him. I kept getting asked if he was going to be back next week."

The young mother was astonished. "Well, yes, of course!" she said, her own tail wagging. "I'm so glad it went great, son," she added, kneeling next to Quinn and removing the leash. He jumped and hugged her, more excited and less shy than she'd ever seen before. He really had friends, for the first time in his life.

But when she said, "Come on," and started walking back toward the car, Quinn turned around and headed over to the toys lining the wall, sniffing and nosing them. "Quinn?"

Big Joe looked chagrined. "He's still, um, acting like a pet dog. He kept it up all night. That's why we had to leash him up."

"Come on, Quinn, games over. Let's go," Jamie said again. Sometimes it took a while for her words to sink in with her son. This time, they seemed to pass right from one ear to the other. The hundred-pound Rottweiler wandered the play area, sniffing and wagging his tail.

"You may need the leash for now," the club leader said, apologetically.

Wrinkling her brow, Jamie grabbed the blue leash. "Quinn. Quinn." He wasn't listening to her! Snapping the leash onto his collar, one tug brought him in line though, her son much more attentive and following by her side. "We're going home. The game's over," she repeated.

Big Joe smiled weakly. "The kids are really looking forward to seeing him again next week, okay?"

"Right," Jamie replied, lost in thought. "C'mon, Quinn," she said, and they walked out together.

The whole way home, Quinn acted like a dog. He scratched at the car window until she opened it, and stuck his broad head out to pant and smell the air. He jumped out of the car excitedly and smelled all the bushes. But the real kicker was when her son lifted his leg and peed on the fence, right in front of her.

"Quinn!" she yipped. "The game's over, Quinn. God, let's get you inside..." she said, looking around, embarrassed.

Her son was special. She knew that much. He was great at reading, and seemed like he was excellent at reading emotions, but sometimes he'd get fixated on something, and stubbornly cling to it. His time at 4All must have really left an impression, and he didn't want to go back to being a shy, lonely kid. Maybe he thought acting like an outgoing pet dog was better - after all, it had earned him his first friends!

But deep down, Jamie was worried pretending to be a pet dog had done something worse to her son. There wasn't much known about mixed breed people, and there had been some evidence in the research that sometimes a mixed person would regress, sometimes suddenly. She'd spent the last eleven years worrying about it - every time her son looked at her, she thought for the briefest moment 'is that still my son?' Sometimes those glossy black eyes peered back at her so blankly, she could only see Rot. Four-leggers grew faster than two-leggers, so her son was almost as big as his father.

Her heart raced and she clenched her eyes, refusing to look at Quinn right now. What if he was like his brothers or his sister now? What if 4All had accidentally turned him back, suppressing all the things that made Quinn Quinn, and drawing out the raw, animalistic power of his genetic ancestors? It wasn't the first time thinking about her son brought a rush of memories back to Jamie - she was back in the yard, Rot tearing off her panties even as she whined for help, still not sure what he was doing. Jamie panted, remembering the feel of his powerful paws around her hips, pushing her into the dirt. "No," she gasped, forcing her eyes open to look at her son. He's not Rot! He's not!

Standing, Jamie ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Quinn was rolling on his back on the couch, tail wagging. Even after a full glass, her throat was still dry. Her son might be acting strange, but that was to be expected. He finally belonged somewhere. That was a good thing, no matter the strain it put on her. She couldn't put her fear of Rot on her son's head. She took several long, deep breaths, and rejoined him on the couch.

"I'm glad you had fun," she said.

Quinn rested his head in her lap, squirming on his back until she figured out that he wanted belly rubs. He hadn't wanted that since he was two or three, but Jamie reached down and scratched his belly, making her son's leg twitch. She couldn't help but chuckle. That is, until she glanced down and saw his "red lipstick" poking out. Of course, that happened with four-leggers, but she averted her eyes, hoping her son wouldn't notice that she'd noticed. It was probably just peeking out from the exertion of kicking his leg. Unless he could smell her heat through the heat-pad?

She'd had to switch pad brands because her old one went out of business, so she could only hope they worked as well. She didn't know how her son would react to her heat on a normal day, much less the weird mood he was in now. She'd certainly taught him all about it before - four-leggers of all types mature at the same rate as their pet counterparts. It was hard to tell how much had really sunk in, though, since he couldn't talk it out or ask questions in a typical way.

Together, they watched T.V., their usual way to pass time when he wasn't reading books on his padlet. As nine o'clock rolled around, Jamie led Quinn up to his bed room. He jumped onto the bed and laid down, licking his chops. Closing the door until it was open just a crack like he liked it, Jamie retired to her own bedroom for the night. Her son was happy, and her job was to be happy for him. Yawning, she tried her level best not to worry...

With a loud thrust Rot sank home. What had seemed like a confusing, if silly game, changed instantly for the young girl. Her pink lips spread wide for his shiny, red penis. She'd learned about this at school, but sex was for people. She'd never connected it with animals before, but the huge, feral Rottweiler certainly had! She reached hopelessly for the fence but grabbed only tufts of grass and dirt before Rot tugged back on her rump, his hips flying back and forth. Clumsy, powerful humps pushed deeper and deeper into the squealing thirteen-year-old, his impossibly strong jaws closing down around the scruff of her neck.

"Mom! Help! Anybody!" she wailed, hindquarters burning in pain. But he didn't care, ballooning inside of her until suddenly and without warning, he locked to her. Tied, he only humped faster, his knot pounding against her heat-swollen clit. Pain switched with pleasure, and despite herself, Jamie grunted and moaned, even as the sharp, high-pitched sound of Rot sealing the deal reached her ears. That's how her Mom had found her, in the throes of her squealing climax, taking it all from the eager Rottweiler...

Jamie's eyes flew open. She hadn't had that dream in years. She was panting again, but this time not from anxiety. Biting her lip, she gulped and slid her paw down between her legs. There was only one way she knew to banish this nightmare. Pulling the velcro apart, she opened up her diaper and grabbed her swollen spade. I'm sopping wet, she realized, pushing two fingers inside of herself. She had to cut off the urge to moan, arching her back. She slowly started to rub herself off, thinking about Rot. She wished she had had any other experiences to fall back on, but being the young, unwed mother of a mixed breed, special needs kid hadn't been great for dating. She pumped her hand back and forth, imagining the big brute on her back.

Too hot, she groaned, tossing off the bedcovers. Spreading her legs now, she gently pushed her hips up to meet her inquisitive digits, gasping softly. She didn't want to wake Quinn! She always felt so dirty after masturbating to her childhood rape, but never in the moment. No, in the moment, she was groaning and biting back from calling out Rot's name. That damned brute had been responsible for every single one of the twenty-four-year-old's orgasms over the years, though they only numbered in the couple dozen.

Nnnnghhh! Jamie gasped, convulsing around her three fingers. She couldn't match Rot for speed, force, or size, but still she moaned as softly as she could, rocking against her caramel-colored paw. Her lips curled up in a weak whimper, panting softly. Quinn couldn't have heard that. Standing weakly, she stumbled over to the bedroom door and went across the hall for a glass of water, ears perked to make sure her son was still asleep. Then she plopped back onto her bed, exhausted, chest still heaving. The gentle warmth of blessed release enveloped her body, pushing away the guilt she still felt.

She woke with a start.

What was that? She shook her head. There was a sound, but more noticeable was the sensation between her legs. She'd been in heat hundreds of times, but never had felt like this. Her spade was bouncing against her will! She peered in the darkness, still groggy, but couldn't see anything until she reached over to flip on her bedside lamp.

It was Quinn.

The young mother must have left the door open when she got back from the bathroom. Yelping, Jamie saw he son's full-grown, broad muzzle between her legs, his pink tongue lapping at her wet, swollen spade. His front paws were on the edge of the bed as he gulped, pusing straight into her. His own mother!

"Quinn, no!" she barked in shock, trying to squirm away, but the normally shy kid just reached up with one paw and placed it heavily on her left leg, holding her in place. "You don't know what you're doing!"

But Jamie realized he did know. He wasn't confused by the concept of heat, even though he'd never smelled hers before now. He'd been around other girls in heat before and been his usual, meek self. He had learned at school and on television plenty about sex, and more than enough to know that this was totally inappropriate.

Reaching down with both paws, Jamie grabbed her son's head and tried to push him and his curious tongue away. "What's gotten into you!?" she asked.

Oh God, he's gone feral, was her first thought, remembering those articles about mixed breed kids regressing around puberty. This wasn't because of some game he played at 4All. No matter how hard he might have wanted to fit in, he wouldn't continue pretending to be a simple dog at home, and he wouldn't start licking his own mother! This wasn't her son, not anymore. She stared into his eyes and saw nothing more than she'd seen in her other pups.

Unless...

He could still be in there, fighting to keep hold of himself, struggling with his mixed up instincts. "Quinn, stop!" she whined, but the hundred pound four-legger was all muscle. She couldn't push him away any more than she'd been able to dislodge Rot. "I'm your mother..." she sobbed.

But the big Rottweiler kept his paw steady, lapping as casually as he pleased at her trembling, pink spade. "Remember when I helped you learn to read, and you finished your first book?" she tried weakly, bending her legs to try to kick him off. "Remember when I stayed up with you all night because you were afraid of the Wicked Slorborn?"

If any of this was getting through to Quinn, she couldn't tell. Jamie grabbed the night stand with both hands and pulled as hard as she could. If she could just escape him - maybe once he couldn't smell her heat, he'd have a better chance of coming back to her? Growling, she used every ounce of strength to roll over and get her feet under her, launching herself off the bed and crawling toward the bedroom door. In his feral state, he wouldn't think to press the release lever on the closed door, right? She couldn't lock it from the outside...

She could hear him behind her, jumping off the bed to pursue, but she made it through the door and closed it shu - no! He lodged his head between the door and the frame, getting struck with a loud bang as she tried to close the door anyway. She slammed it again, but wasn't ready for Quinn's tackle, smashing the door open and into her. Stunned, she struck the hallway wall and slumped to the ground in front of him. Quinn stood strong and proudly in the open door, every bit as strong and confident as his father had been. If there was anything left of the sweet, quiet boy she'd raised, she couldn't see it right now.

Dazed, she tried to climb back to her feet, only for the fierce black-and-tan dog to tackle her again. She crawled weakly down the hall, whining, when she felt Quinn climb onto her back. Jamie's eyes shot wide open, mind flashing back to when she was thirteen. "Nooo!" she yelped, digging her claws into the carpet in an effort to get away. "Y-you can't!"

But he could, and he didn't seem to know any better. Eyes desperate, Jamie glanced over her shoulder, able to see her son's cock clearly in the glow of a nearby nightlight. Bright yellow light glistened off his half-emerged prick, every bit as big as Rot. His claws dug into her caramel belly fur, his hips shoving her long tail to the side. Quinn, returned to his base, animalistic instincts, did what came naturally to him, and he knew just what to do with a whining bitch in heat.

She made one last ditch attempt. "Quinn, please...come back to me!"

With a canine grin, the powerful animal bucked forward, a mirror image of his father, and Jamie was just as helpless as then to stop his thick, throbbing shaft from sinking neatly into her fertile pussy. She never in a million years thought the second male to penetrate her would be her own son!

He knocked the air out of her with his first thrust, launching up and into her with instinctive precision. His big, canine balls thwapped against her hips as they met with a wet slap, her still soaked vulva spreading easily for her son. Whining, she crawled forward, only to be yanked back by his front paws and his second forceful jab.

"Quinn!" she whimpered, too overwhelmed to form a more complex thought. Every way she moved her hips, he met her, sliding in up to his growing knot. On all fours beneath him, she had no way to fight back, held firmly in place for his rapid, animalistic humps. "Quinn," she yelped again, "if you're in there? You have to stop! Mommy's in heat..."

But like Rot before him, he didn't seem to give a shit about that. He did give a fuck, though, pumping her even harder, his tongue lolling out of the side of his grinning muzzle. Jamie shuddered against the onslaught, her slick pussy grinding back and forth against his firm dick. She remembered the sensation now, forced back to mind by her feral son, and her fingers could do nothing to compare to a Rottweiler's warm, veiny cock. But it wasn't until Quinn reached down to take the scruff of her neck that Jamie's protests turned to moans.

Suddenly, she was thirteen again, the pain of entry dulling to be overtaken by her quivering clitoris. Eleven years later and she was once against a yapping bitch in heat, pumping her hips up and down to meet the male ravishing her. She shuddered beneath him, held in place by teeth and paws and...was that his knot? Jamie spread her legs and held her tail to the side, hunching her hips to just the right angle for Quinn's upward thrusts. His knot battered her aching pussy, but she only bucked harder, gasping his name for a completely different reason.

"Quinn!" she moaned, hard, heavy thrusts drilling his knot into her. She knew what would happen if he tied, but she didn't see this ending any other way. The dog knew what he wanted and he was going to take it whether she wanted it or not. "Knot me!" she whined. "Breed me!"

Squelch!

Like that, he sank inside her, his fat knot making her pussy bulge into a lewd "o". His whole, huge cock quivered inside her clenching cunny, nothing standing between his balls and her defenseless womb. She remembered the admonishments from her mother as Rot had filled her up, blaming her, threatening her, disgusted with her. There was none of that now, only the sheer, bestial pleasure that coursed through her fertile body. "Ahhhh!" Jamie squealed, rocking up and down in fervent ecstasy, her puffy spade gripping and working her son's cock as Quinn bit down hard enough to hurt.

Splurt!

The first sound was followed by others, until the high pitched noise dulled to a low glug, glug, glug, more and more of his incestuous cum spreading into her hot womb. She could feel his fat balls pulsating with each ejaculation and mother and son joined together in lewd, exultant copulation, Quinn doing the job he'd been born to do - breed bitches. Jamie knew she was deep in her heat, and odds were good it was far too late to keep from becoming her son's first conquest, carrying his first litter, becoming the middle schooler's first brooddam. This was it, like Rot eleven years prior - new life was forming inside her, even as she whined and begged for more.

And then he turned around, sealing the tie, his balls still pulsing. His tail wagged above hers, and Jamie was ashamed to admit her tail was wagging too. His huge knot tugged and squeezed against her burning, turgid pussy, sending her into another orgasm almost as fierce as the first. She was left there on all fours, panting and drooling onto the carpet.

"I-it's okay, Quinn," she whined. Now that it was over, he might come back to her. Or he might not. Either way, she wasn't going to become her mother and blame _him_for what just happened. He was still her son, and she would need to protect him all the more after what just happened!

Jamie shivered, reaching between her legs to cup a paw beneath her engorged pussy. He was as huge as you'd expect from such a powerful working breed, his bright caramel sheath fur blending perfectly with the soft, downy fur on thighs. She could feel trembling in her hand, but didn't know whether that was from her own residual orgasm, or the steady thrumming of his clenching balls. They were stuck so tightly, so firmly together that she felt like she had been made for him. Put on this earth to match like lock and key with her proud, powerful son.

"We'll go to your therapist tomorrow," she explained. She always wondered how much of what she said got through to her mute son, but never more than now. Still, saying the words helped Jamie stay focused when all she wanted was to clench down and rock her hips up and down. "They'll figure out what happened to you, okay, and see if we can get you back."

Quinn tugged on their tie, apparently unconcerned, panting loudly. Jamie cut off her moan, and dug her claws into the carpet. "But I promise, Quinn - I'll love you no matter what. Even after what you - we - did. Regression or not, I will always love you." Tears spilled from her eyes, matting her fur.

The intimate, emotional moment might have made more impact if forty minutes later, Jamie hadn't found herself on her back, her massive Rottweiler son standing over her. She'd put him back to bed and cleaned herself off, but had been unable to sleep. She had just managed to start an episode of Housedogs of Barkridge Manor on very low volume when she turned to see Quinn, up again, standing in the doorway. Before she could even react, the imposing male had pinned her onto her back on the couch, his bright red rocket ready for round two.

"Quinn, stop!" she tried lamely, her arms wobbling as she strained against his bulky chest. "Why won't you listen to me!?" She tried harder, digging her claws into his muscular shoulders and baring her teeth. "No! Bad dog!" she yipped. If he wanted to be a pet, she'd treat him like one.

For once, she did get a reaction out of him, but not the one she wanted. The Rottweiler flattened his ears and growled at her. Being face-to-face didn't change anything for her son. His eyes didn't know or care about her pathetic whimpers, and the awkward position barely seemed like a roadblock for his insistent, questing thrusts. She could feel his bony tip jabbing her between her legs, seeking the warm embrace of her fertile pussy, and she knew it was hopeless to resist, and probably dangerous. Whimpering, Jamie could only spread her legs and lift her hips to meet him, her swollen nub trembling against him.

Like that, he was in her, grunting and bucking, slamming his mother into the squeaky couch. "Nnnngh!" she whined, staring into his broad, grinning face. He knew what to do with a bitch in heat, and Jamie could only pant and moan as he humped his way deeper and deeper into her burning, clenching cunny. Staring between their golden-furred bellies, Jamie's eyes went wide at her first really good view of what his fat cock did to her soft, pliable spade. He quickly hammered all the way in, his still-growing knot just inside her throbbing vulva. The mother whimpered as she felt his big, heavy orbs smacking against her tailhole, recently drained but ready for another go of it.

"Fuck!" she gasped, crying, not even bothering to censor herself anymore. It's not like her son could repeat the bad word, and saying 'fuck' was surely not as bad as actually fucking! She bucked up and down, wrapping her legs around Quinn to keep him knot deep inside her, her own paws sliding up to cup and massage her breasts. She already knew she couldn't stop him, and as before her stuffed, trembling pussy was bouncing for more! "Please - we can't!"

His rapid stroke grinded again and again against her heat-primed clit, sending waves of pleasure through her ragged body. The two Rottweilers pumped and strained against each other, his muzzle open and tongue dangling, causing large tendrils of drool to splatter down against Jamie's breasts. She could feel and see him swelling up inside her, her spade bulging out inch after inch as her son prepared to tie, but Jamie didn't try to stop it. He'd already gotten a full load through the basket. If she was going to bear his puppies, it was already done. Biting her lip, she realized she didn't want to stop his imminent tie.

"Oh, son," she begged, her tail thumping loudly against the couch. Her paws rubbed his viscous saliva all over her lightly-furred chest, sending her into a fresh spasm of eager thrusts. Genitals collided in sticky, throbbing abandon until the moment they'd both been waiting for finally arrived. He'd ballooned to his full size, locked inside her vice-like cunt.

"Oh...Goooooooood..." she wailed, his dick trapped and swollen glands hammering against her clit. She lost control then and there, milking her son, her entire body spasming like she was possessed. And she was - she was _his_possession now, her own son's eager, whimpering bitch. Quinn leaned forward, his rapid thrusts putting a painful pressure on her spine that she couldn't even notice in the throes of her orgasm. Her wet tunnel squeezed and slurped around that thick, red cock, urging him to cum for Mommy.

Finally, he did, howling as he jabbed forward, burying his sharp tip against her defenseless cervix and letting loose a true flood of rich, bubbling cum into the desperate woman for the third time in her life. Hot fluids mixed with warm as he gave his mom a second serving, the eleven-year-old launching rope after rope of ejaculate straight into her bloated womb. She could only groan and clench, taking it all, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth.

By the time she could form two thoughts again, he'd already turned around, on all fours on the ground next to the couch, his panting mother shaking off the haze of orgasm to realize what she'd just done. Again. Whining, she stared down at their engorged tie, still unable to believe how far her puffy pussy could stretch. She was a mess, coated in drool and barely able to lift her arms she was so exhausted. Heaving for air, she stared at her son who simply glanced over his shoulder, wagging his tail with the sheer delight of a powerful stud dog.

"Quinn..." she started, but she honestly didn't know what to say. She settled on, "Where did you go? I want my little boy back..." She could only hope that he understood those words, since his dark brown eyes were expressionless.

She was coated in her son's scent, and sticky with cum and drool. When he finally popped out of her, she took a nice, long shower, got out the blow dryer, and fluffed her fur out and dried the tears from her eyes. She wanted to look her best when she went to the therapist with Quinn, and she didn't want her musky scent to give away the full truth of what had happened.. She didn't dare try to give him a bath, knowing what might happen. It was still three in the morning when she was done, and she had to get some sleep, so she closed her son into his bedroom and latched the door. In his current feral state, he wouldn't care about monsters in the closet.

Three turned to four. Jamie lay stunned on her bed, trying to piece together just how much her life had changed. Her son, regressed to an animal, had become everything she had once feared - a visage of his father. She'd been raped again, not once, but twice, by that same son. Even now she could feel his slimy cum sloshing around in her belly, surely coating her defenseless eggs. She would be pregnant, again, and with Quinn's incestuous litter. What would mother think?

She didn't see her mother often, but she couldn't exactly hide a batch of grandpuppies. That look of disgust would be there, the insults and barbs. She'd call Jamie a slut who'd raise her tail for anything that moved. She'd accuse Jamie of wanting to fuck her son!

And that was the hardest part. Her mom would be _ right _. For the last hour, Jamie had been gripping the bedsheets on either side of her to keep her hands from going to her swollen, bouncing spade. Years of masturbating to the forceful rutting Rot had given her had only primed her young body for Quinn's assault. She quivered as she touched the teeth marks that still stung on the back of her neck. Twice, she'd fought him, and twice he'd ignored her completely, overpowering her and hammering her full of his cock.

She refused to touch herself. But, biting her lip, the young Rottweiler climbed to her feet. Gulping and taking a deep breath, she forced each, heavy step toward her son's bedroom, hand trembling as she opened the door. He was sleeping on his back, so quiet, like so many nights before. But she knew it wasn't her sweet little boy. He'd become an alpha male.Her alpha male. Softly, she climbed onto the bed, taking care as she straddled his beautiful, black-and-caramel rump.

She woke him up then, her wet pussy smushed up against the base of his sheath. She slid her paw to his plump, hidden cock, and lightly gripped him, sliding back and forth. Quinn woke with a start, locking eyes with her, before opening his mouth in his typical, wide grin. He tucked his paws up against his chest and spread his legs, as if giving her permission - which Jamie took. Humping weakly against his sheath, she slowly worked the glistening shaft out, marvelling at her son's size. "S-sorry, Quinn...Mommy needs you," she panted, spitting on her paw and slathering the grunting dog's dick.

He simply wagged his tail, bucking his hips reflexively. He could smell her musky estrus. He knew what she wanted - no, needed. When he was standing out firm and full, Jamie clenched her eyes shut and climbed over her son, lowering her hips until her wet, quivering cunny kissed his slippery tip. "Uuuuungh," she groaned. "Good boy!"

Biting her lip one last time, Jamie lowered herself onto his cock, sinking neatly down onto his throbbing shaft. Her swollen mound spread perfectly for him, warmly embracing his whole, impressive girth, every nerve firing at once. "Oh, God, Quinn, yes!" she wailed, paws on his chest, crouching over him. She just had to lift herself ever so slightly to sink back onto his cock, making her yip and yelp in growing pleasure. She clutched at her own, supple breasts, moans echoing off the child's bedroom walls. Shivering, she curled her tail around his, and they wagged together, his hips bucking up to meet her wet, squeezing thrusts. She didn't dare lift herself too far up, worried that she might dislodge his knot.

"Can you understand me at all, son?" she panted, riding him. When she bottomed out, she sat gently on his fat, Rottie balls. Jamie licked her lips, gazing down at him. "I'm in heat. You know what that means, remember?" she moaned. "It means I can get pregnant."

Quinn's only response was panting and drooling, his humping weaker than hers for once. She tried to speak but lost it to whimpers. But finally she managed to gasp, "Do you wanna get Mommy pregnant?"

She held her breath, tugging upward, but each attempt threatened to pull his growing knot out of her. She slammed down, staying balls deep with her son. "Do it, son! Make me your bitch! Give me your puppies!" Gasping, she collapsed forward onto his chest, tilting her head and full on kissing Quinn on the lips, her tongue entwining with his. She pumped her hips up and down, rubbing her breasts against him, addicted to the taste of his saliva in her mouth. Who cared what her mom thought? Jamie would do what she wanted, and take what she wanted.

She rolled against him, bucking harder, feeling him expand inside her accommodating cunt. Kissing a boy for the first time, Jamie squirmed and shuddered and grinded her fat, swollen spade against Quinn, until she couldn't hear the _squelching_anymore. He was sealed! Quivering, she let herself go completely, bouncing up and down as hard as she could, her vagina stretched and tugged to its limit by her son's wide knot. The eager eleven-year-old hammered upward to meet her, their centers of pleasure bound together. "Cum for Mommy!" she wailed, only for the big male to cut off her words with a quick, firm grip on her throat. Jamie shuddered and came then and there, the teeth digging into her vulnerable flesh. Where she'd been in control, he took over, slamming up against her again and again, his tip pounding her aching cervix. "Please..." she whined as best she could with his grip on her trachea.

Quinn joined his mother in exultant orgasm, his cock shuddering as he released inside her for the third time, her tight pussy not too tired to grip him and glid up and down his length. Eruptions of fertile cum launched up inside her, her bloated spade trembling in bliss. She wrapped her arms around her powerful son, clutching him as they came together, sharing the most intimate embrace and more than ensuring the young woman would bear his pups. "Yes! Yes!" she managed to bark out through his teeth.

She lay beside him then, panting for air. She was warm and glowing, knowing that this time, she'd given herself to him. He hadn't needed to take her, or claim her - she was already his. Her hand twirled around his chest fur, the Rottweiler panting, still tied to his mom, wringing his overworked balls for the third time as he seeded his bitch. "I love you, Quinn - and even if you never go back to your old self - I'll still love you," she panted, whimpering as another forceful thrust hammered her aching pussy.

"How could I not?" she smiled. "You're my son."

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Quinn looked around the room, ears flat and tail tucked between his legs. How on earth had he ended up _here?_One minute the eleven-year-old had been dared by his new friend to pretend to be a pet dog and get a routine check-up at the nearby Vet office, and the next he was going home with the Halderoak family! He curled up in the dog kennel, lost and afraid.

But he knew one thing for sure - when his mom found out he was missing, she wouldn't rest until he was found!