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Anora wasn't afraid to take a walk through the park on her own; she didn't need her son's protection, but she was grateful for his company that day, as the first flowers of spring finally popped their lazy stems up through the shorter grasses around them.

"You're sure you can be a few minutes late to work, sweetie? I don't want to take up all of your time," she said. "The last thing I'd want is for you to get in trouble because I decided to drag you away for a quick walk through the park."

"I've got at least an hour before I need to come in," Jalen replied. "On a day like this, most people are gonna be outside enjoying the weather, anyway...probably won't be that busy at the office."

He'd grown into his own person right before her eyes. Anora watched her son blossom into the kind of man that she could only have hoped he would become; upright, friendly, courageous and hardworking, and the type who always found a little extra time for those he cared about, even at the expense of his own hours.

She couldn't have been prouder of who Jalen was, but that apple would have argued that he hadn't fallen far from the proverbial tree...he'd always given her the credit she deserved for being such a wonderful mother.

"As long as I'm not getting you into any kind of trouble," Anora reiterated. "We really couldn't have asked for a better morning to take a stroll around the park."

"I wouldn't have agreed to come out if it was a problem, Mom. It's okay," he assured her. "But you're spot on about the weather. I've been waiting all month for a day like this to come along...if I had a little more PTO to burn, I'd be calling my boss to ask for the day off!"

He was still new enough in his office that he didn't have the kind of vacation time saved up to just burn days at the drop of a hat, and he was still young enough that he hadn't found a place of his own yet, much as he was making his best efforts to do so.

His mother, Anora, was still young enough herself that she giggled whenever someone in the park asked if they were a couple, and her favorite joke to tell was just that they lived together, toying with the minds of those who didn't know the wolves personally.

"One of these days, you'll be the boss, sweetie...sitting at the top of a tall tower and calling all the shots while you spoil your mother with lavish gifts and a new house," Anora teased. "At least, if that company has any sense, you will be."

Flustered enough to wilt his ears slightly, Jalen tried to pretend that he didn't like the sound of being the man in charge; his tail wouldn't hold still enough to sell the illusion. "Much as I'd be glad to buy you a new place one day, I dunno if I'll ever make it that high in the company, Mom. Right now, I'm just giving it my best from the ground floor...and speaking of, watch your step."

The path around the park with a wide, ovular loop in a nicer part of the city, but the path itself had fallen into disrepair over the years: bumps, cracks and potholes were commonplace, and Anora was so taken with the sight of the flowering bushes and budding leaves on the trees that she often missed the hazards right in front of her.

Ever the polite, young man, Jalen did his best to keep her aware, but he could only do so much looking around for her, before he ended up falling victim to one of those hazards, himself.

"Thank goodness I've got you around to be another set of eyes for me, sweetie," Anora praised her son again, thinking she could never lump enough of that affection on him. "They really need to send someone out here to do something about these holes..."

Already dressed for his work day, Jalen was a handsome enough wolf in any attire, but there was little room for error with a dress shirt clinging to his chest, the seams stretched just enough to give credence to the work he put into his physical health.

Dress slacks that showed the outline of his thighs each time he took a step couldn't budge much further without incident, but that was just what Jalen was in for when he nudged his mother around the side of one crack in the pavement, only to trip over the pothole next to it.

"I'm sure they will one of t-t-t-theeeeese days!" he cried out, his toes curling into a painfully tight ball in the pothole.

Anora whipped her head around and saw her son tumbling into the large, recently bloomed bush to the side of him, the little, exposed branches ripping straight through the white cotton and exposing tufts of soft, brown fur beneath.

"Oh, goodness...I'm so sorry, Jalen! I should have been paying better attention!" she rushed over to his side with her palms over the end of her muzzle, her golden orbs swelling with concern. "Are you hurt, dear?"

His slacks tore on the way down, thanks to already stretched fabric catching a couple of branches in the bush, but nothing too intimate was exposed, and no blood was apparent as Anora approached her son.

Had they been out a month later, there would have been more foliage to break his fall, but it wasn't the lack of those flowers that mattered...but the presence of a different plant, growing in the shade of the larger bush, took center stage as Jalen's muzzle landed in it.

"...Jalen...?"

He sniffed hard, feeling like he was going to sneeze, but the scent coming from the small, purple florets was so sweet that he wondered at first if he'd dropped into the clutches of a young, fruit-bearing tree instead of a flower.

"Yeah, I...I'm okay, Mom," he said, slightly dazed by the impact; he was biting back on his frustration about his outfit, but they'd have plenty of time to get back to the house so he could change. "Just kinda...k-kinda a little dizzy?"

"Oh, no...you didn't hit your head, did you?" Anora knelt by his side, gasping a little louder when she saw his outfit. "Tell me you didn't hit your head."

The lack of blood was only a subtle relief, but that was done away with in the next breath by Jalen's grasp, reaching out and grabbing his mother by the wrist.

"My head's fine," he whispered, but there was a thickness to his voice, as if he was going to growl at her for asking. "I'm fine...I...I've actually n-never felt bet...b-better..."

It seemed an odd thing for Jalen to declare right after tripping over his own feet, but Anora couldn't help her motherly instinct.

She was just glad to hear that he wasn't hurt. "Well, that's good...though you look like we might need to dust you off and get you a change of clothes before we get you into work, sweetie. I hate to cut things so short, but...shall we head back?"

Jalen should have been thinking about the importance of his work day and his appearance, but there were only two things on his mind, and more accurately...both were resting on the end of his nose, tickling their way into his nostrils.

The first was that sweet, saccharine aroma that had come from whatever plant he'd landed face first into; there was relief to be had in feeling as though he'd just walked into a candy store, but nothing seemed to relieve the sensation that came with it...and nothing could overpower the scent that was tugging him up toward his mother's body.

He could smell her in a way that he'd never noticed before, and his eyes beheld her in a new light, beyond the halo of sunlight that bloomed around the tips of her ears.

"We're not going anywhere."

His voice was blunt, his stare was piercing, and yet, his expression hadn't changed so much that Anora couldn't recognize her own son. To see that sharp, aggressive change in his demeanor was a rare thing indeed, but there was no denying what she'd seen.

"Sweetie, we...we really need to get you cleaned up," she reminded him. Her wrist tugged, but his own grip remained steadfast, giving new life to her once rested panic. "Are you...a-are you sure you're not hurt? Can you get up?"

If he was still completely in tune with his original self, he might have had the wherewithal to make a joke about how easily he could have gotten something up, but making that sort of comment to his own mother would have been horribly inappropriate.

His continued grasp, constricting her wrist to the point of discomfort, made it clear that he didn't have any concerns with being appropriate: the cover of the bush, pitiful as it might have been, was more than enough for his poisoned mind to make the next move.

He wasn't entirely conscious of what he was doing when he grabbed his mother's other wrist and tugged her body toward the ground with him. "Jalen, w-what the hell do you think you're doing?!" she demanded, but her words did nothing to slow his assault, and her efforts to resist only forced her body to contort as she was pulled the rest of the way into the grass.

The soft, lemon-cream color of her sundress was marred in an instant, and the flesh at her knees met with a rough scrape as she tried to overpower her son, but she didn't have the strength to overwhelm him, no matter how she fought back at his clutches.

From the flat of her back, she felt like she was giving it everything she had, and yet...she could feel an unconscious signal in the back of her mind, encouraging her to just let Jalen pin her wrists to either side of her head. "Jalen..._sweetie..._I don't know what the meaning of this is, b-but you need to get a grip on something else and let me up ," she demanded, but she could see the pits of his irises had faded, as though his judgment was visibly blurred.

There were plenty of other parts of her body that Jalen would have been glad to hold, but there was no hesitation on the part of his eyes: she could feel the intensity of their gaze moving down from her panicked expression, as if he was surveying her figure for a different kind of worthiness.

Seeing that, and feeling that intensity, she couldn't believe that Jalen was acting of his own volition, and the smeared, purple remnants of the pulverized florets on his nose were the only clue that Anora could glean, before she started to feel a similar magnetism.

"Jalen, please -

"Rrrrrn..."

She couldn't remember the last time she heard anyone let out such a growl in her presence. Only the most ferocious attitudes of her husband came to mind, but even in those moments where he concerned her, she never felt frightened by the sound of his voice.

Right then, she was utterly paralyzed by the sheer intensity of her son's growling throat, save for the tiniest quiver of her inner thighs...resulting in her legs parting just a hint, under the guise of her sun dress.

Whatever happened when he fell, it's like...like he's become a wild animal, she thought, and her eyes confirmed the same: the smaller rips in Jalen's dress shirt were starting to grow as toned, slender muscle bulked with every passing moment. I've never seen anything like this before...feels like he's devolving into a feral beast!

She didn't know that she'd hit the nail right on the head, and she couldn't begin to imagine why her body would have responded positively to such brutal treatment, but as much as her son was under the spell of nature, her own body was falling prey to one of the strongest side effects.

Wolves in that world were just like any other species, having evolved to walk upright and take part in society the same as dogs, cats, and horses; all manner of fauna were evolved to be almost completely humanoid at the core, but there were still parts of their biology that could be tampered with, in the right conditions.

Pills to help women suppress their heat cycles were nothing out of the ordinary, and similar pills existed for the men of that world to keep their urges contained...but the flowers that Jalen stumbled into were the main ingredient of an ancient tincture for those who struggled with fertility.

"You can't keep looking at me like that, Jalen," Anora whispered, but it wasn't the fear of being caught in the act that smothered her voice. "It...it's making your mother very uncomfortable..."

Thanks to the smear substance on the end of Jalen's muzzle, he was regressing to the feral state that the wild wolves once held in that realm, and his more natural appearance and posture came with a stronger helping of pheromones than Anora had ever encountered.

It wasn't her fault that her body was responding before she had any sort of a clue as to why it would, and even when she recognized that internal warmth and the subtle attraction to a worthy male, she didn't want to answer to it.

You've been around your son when you were almost out of heat suppressants before, she reminded herself. Do not play into this...whatever's happening to him, you need to get him some help!

She could already guess that he would only be helped by the relief of mating with a bitch that was every bit as eager as he was, but whether she fit that bill perfectly or not, she could already tell that she was only target in the whole park.

The lack of foot traffic nearby only offered her the slightest relief, and long, thin strands of drool spilling from her son's open, fang-riddled muzzle did away with them in an instant.

"Mnnn... rrrnn..." his growls became as thick as honey, but nowhere near as sweet or comforting, as if he was dragging sandpaper through the sound. That bristling tone and the warm, overbearing heat of his breath on her face were proving enough to turn Anora's pliable figure to putty, just in time for Jalen to shift his grasp away from her pinned wrists.

He could smell the change in her own pheromones, spurred on by the change in his: by virtue of his transformation alone, he'd pushed his own mother into heat...and their relationship was no longer relevant to his poisoned brain or his still-growing body, as he gripped the once flowing cotton of her sundress and tore it asunder from the middle, his claws tattering the loose garment.

" Please try to g-get a hold of yourself, Jalen...y-you...you can't do this," she tried to warn him, but every ounce of genuine protest had left her body, and her voice couldn't fool him any longer. "And if you do, you...might never be able to take it back, sweetie..."

She didn't realize just how pointless her attempts were, unaware that Jalen was already at a point where he scarcely understood the words she said.

He was at a level of understanding tone and body language above all else, and the growing intensity of Anora's heat proved such that it was all his nostrils could smell any longer: to see her legs continuing to spread after her dress was ripped apart told him more than warnings about the consequences, and finally, to feel the moisture against his palm as frustrated claws tore through her panties convinced him of everything he needed to know.

Jalen couldn't recall where the strange fabric on his body had come from, but the already weakened seams were being pushed to their limits around his thick, hulking arms and a broadening chest; they weren't worth addressing, but the pressure on his groin was a discomfort that his simplified mind refused to abide.

The same claws that so easily tore away Anora's sun dress just moments before were becoming too large to grasp at the tiny latch on the end of a zipper, but the seams that whimpered at the edges of his slacks were already giving Anora more of an eyeful of her son's crotch than she'd ever hoped for; wrong as she felt to stare at the spot, she was practically drooling with the same amount of feral lust as her son when his digits ripped away the front of those smooth, silky dress pants.

She beheld his sheath with an understanding that he wasn't trying to do anything wrong: he was acting on an instinct that he could no longer control, but she still had the wherewithal to know that it was nothing short of taboo for her to admire the full, growing tip of his canine flesh.

"Nothing I say is g-going to stop you, is it?" she asked, but this time, she wasn't panting with the kind of effort that came from fighting back against his grasp. "You're r-really gonna fuck your own mother...r-right here in the open?"

Anymore, she was panting with the anticipation of watching a beastly, feral wolf kneeling over her helpless form, thinking that she didn't have a hope in the world of taking every inch of his emerging cock.

That wasn't going to stop her from knowing the bliss of trying , however.

"Don't keep me waiting, then."

She couldn't believe the words that were leaving her lips, but then, she was still coming to grips with the way that her own son was grabbing the flesh of her legs with each open palm, easily encompassing the entirety of each thigh as they were moved back toward her abdomen.

She struggled to imagine any man being able to so easily mold her body to his whims, or to think of a creature that could make her legs disappear within his grip that way, but the very same beast was already looming over her, grinning with a lust that drove it to rest a warm, throbbing length at the mound of her womanhood.

Don't beg for it, Anora. He can't help himself, and you're losing it, but...don't beg. Just let it happen.

The words were right on the edge of her tongue as Jalen's member brushed down against her petals, spreading them under the throbbing veins of his shaft. Feral excitement was doing a wonderful job of helping Jalen's arms when his arms were busy, but where Anora refused to beg for her son's length, she couldn't help angling her hips to guide his member into her bodice.

Stop helping him...it's just your heat making you think that he feels so fucking good!

She could tell herself such things all morning long, but they wouldn't become true when the clocked ticked over to the afternoon, anymore than the lies that they already were.

"Don't y-you...don't you have any control left?" Anora whispered, her breathless voice doing little, if anything to hide the first wave of pleasure she felt. "Have you really become that much of a f-fucking beast?"

Being able to see his body tower over her own and feel the growing, rippling difference in his musculature, the sheer, crushing force in his grip as he steadied her legs at her sides and folded her back to her own body with ease, the words felt meaningless...

...But some part of her, spurred by that same estrus, was enjoying the idea of teasing her own son about the feral creature that he'd become.

"We could g-get caught, Jalen...doesn't that make you w-want to stop?" she asked, even as she felt the tip of his shapely, canine length teasing the upper wall of her vaginal passage. The unique flesh brushed further and further in until rubbing along the sponge of her g-spot was simply a part of learning the way she felt inside, but if Anora was being honest with herself, she didn't want her son to stop there, regardless of any say she had in the matter.

To feel the entirety of his shaft buried within was a pleasure that she couldn't keep to her chest, but she knew the risk of being caught in such an act in public: whimpering into her own bosom and biting her lower lip, the pinned wolfess looked up and felt some comfort to know that she could still recognize the young man that had plundered her body.

That same comfort faded, turning to arousal when her heat cycle changed her mind about the forbidden nature of their actions.

Why shouldn't he come back inside for a little bit?_She wondered, panting rapidly under the deep, curious strokes of a feral beast encountering its first lover. _It's soaking wet and waiting for him to prove himself a worthy lover...and he's doing such a wonderful job of it, so far!

She knew little of her son's dating life, and she was perfectly okay not knowing if she'd just been gifted his virginity or not.

Anora was willing to give Jalen the credit that he was simply a skilled and experienced lover, even when it was the poison of the plant that had pushed him to such forbidden actions in the first place.

"Fuck...f-fuck me harder , Jalen," she finally whispered, losing herself entirely to the forced hormones of her heat cycle. "All that thick, powerful muscle...t-that huge fucking cock...I know you can give your mother more than this, baby!"

If Jalen could still understand the words she'd offered, the wolf would have been too bashful to rise and meet the occasion that she'd called for.

In his borderline feral state, he could easily pick out the intentions laced into the tone of her voice: hips that were already crashing down and rubbing against her inner thighs came with even greater vigor as he embraced his role as a worthy breeder, and of the female below him, there was only the concern that she could handle every inch of his length.

Transformed into such a tall and powerful brute, it was more than a simple effort for Anora to lay back and receive the entirety of her son's flesh. Having her thighs pushed back and pinned into the sides of her breasts, she was in a prime position to handle as much as she could, but looking down past the sway of her breasts, she didn't think she'd be able to handle Jalen's knot from that posture.

She was that much more surprised to feel the slap of his low, hanging sack against the base of her backside, giving one more piece of undeniable evidence that Jalen was determined to share every inch of himself with the bitch that he'd deemed worthy.

"We can't ever do this again," she managed, though her words were becoming sharper and sharper by the breath. "So...j-just gimme everything you've got, Jalen...f-fucking fill me..."

Anora didn't think her son would be able to maintain his pace for much longer, feeling his length stretch her inner muscles and slide back again with such a pace that no man before him could have hoped to keep up.

Something about her posture, however, was offensive to Jalen's feral sensibilities, and he made that much clear by halting all of his progress and all of her pleasure, his body slipping back from her own and hulking over it on all fours.

"What...w-what's this all about?" she asked, gesturing her paws to herself in the hopes of getting him to latch on again. "Don't tell me you're s-starting to get a grip on yourself again when I'm about to cum, Jalen!"

Coming so close to her orgasm and feeling everything screech to a halt was maddening, driving such a rage into Anora that she felt like she'd forgotten herself, for a moment.

That frustration burned in the pits of her stare, but as she looked up at her son, she met with his primal gaze and understood it better than she had since she first noticed it; she hardly realized that she was turning over, rolling away from the bush so that her new mate would have an easy time mounting her the proper way.

"G-get...get on already... fuck me..."

Her voice was closer to a growl than actual words any longer, but this time, Jalen demonstrated a complete understanding of the message, kneeling in behind his own mother and wrapping his massive arms around her hips.

As easily as he'd encompassed her legs in his grasp before, he found her flesh was expanding, as if to meet the demands of keeping up with his new bulk: he was satisfied to find that he needed to cut his approach short, slapping his open palms on the front of her thighs instead as he came in close.

Anyone lucky enough to be walking through the park that morning would have no idea what a rare sight they were being treated to. A genuine recreation of the old world was unfolding in the shade of the bush, as Jalen pulled himself in closer, his hind legs bouncing at the grass as he blindly, wildly thrusted into the air, until the tip of his length met with a soaking, parted pair of folds.

There was no overt cry, nor any oversold request by Anora. She didn't beg her son to split her body in half on his massive, throbbing length, and as the tip nudged forth and then drove all the way into her deepest reaches on a single thrust, Jalen didn't profess the bliss of hammering his own mother to her.

He was already completely feral, and she was following behind quickly enough that his low, thick growls told all the story that she needed to hear...and high-pitched, canine whimpering from Anora was more than enough to spur Jalen into thrusting that much harder.

Though there were no words between them, there were plenty of sounds to tell of their romp: the scraping of claws along the edge of the path as Jalen sought new purchase to breed his favored bitch was perhaps the most prominent, but it didn't drown out the slick, messy spread of her juices along the shaft of his member as he worked.

It didn't cover up the thick, heavy pap of his balls as they bounce against the peak of her womanhood, teasing her clit with a touch that brought her right back to the precipice of the orgasm she'd been denied before.

Anora's legs continued to spread as she bore the greater weight of her transformed son, driven by two very distinct instincts: the first, naturally, was the selfless behavior of the wolfess, wishing to prove herself the worthy mate that she'd been deemed, and continued to be with every deep, driving pass of Jalen's hips.

The second was completely selfish, but then, it was hard to blame Anora for being so desperate to reach her climax when she'd been taken all the way to the edge and left hanging there. The memory of the same was still playing in the back of her mind, even when she couldn't properly recall why...even when she couldn't describe the pictures moving in the back of her thoughts to the man who'd provided them.

He was providing new memories just as quickly as those faded away, but they were simpler, this time, feeding into a need that nature had provided. It was at the behest of the flowers that Jalen had first pinned his mother to the ground, but by then, it was the arousing bouquet of her heat that kept his hips driving with canine pace and feral vigor...

...It was the desperate, pathetic whimpering, escaping her jowls with every breath, that kept his length plumbing her depths over and over again, forcing long, slick trails of arousal to paint the grass between their legs.

Good...so fucking good...

The very simplest of thoughts were still running through Jalen's mind, and that basic level of comprehension kept him from realizing what an act of taboo he was about to commit: the danger of filling his own mother with his seed at any time was a real thing, but when she was in the middle of a forced estrus, there might be no turning back from the mistake he was about to make.

To a feral, primal wolf, however...the only mistake would have been letting that seed spill to the ground, when the weight of his thick, bulging knot was already pounding against her stretched petals, forcing them a little wider with each pass.

Feral enthusiasm was on full display as his leg hiked up slightly, trying to find just the right angle to tie himself to the panting, groaning bitch. His entire length was already throbbing with stronger, orgasmic waves of delight, but nothing would feel proper, nor complete, until the bulge of his knot was completely buried within Anora.

Having fallen into the same spell, she found it that much easier to hold steady, brace her paws against the ground, and support her son as he provided the only thing that would bring her body any relief from her stifling arousal.

It all began with a brief, but satisfying schlip , the sound making it evident to Anora that the first part was out of the way, just as she felt that delicious weight spreading her inner muscles to new limits.

Thick...huge... perfect...

Her own thoughts were reduced to the same, simplistic level of comprehension, keeping her from knowing the reality of who was pumping their hot, slick cum into her womb until the process was already well underway.

Streams of Jalen's virile seed were absolutely flooding her body within an instant, but that first gush was only a preview of what her beastly son could offer to her: the lifted leg kicked over as the feral wolf tied with his own mother and held still, making sure that his knot wouldn't budge from the spot until every single drop of his yield had been shared with her needy flesh.

By the end of that half hour, Jalen would be late for work, Anora would be coming down from her heat, and the pair would have a bigger problems to worry about...but for the rest of that shared climax, there was no problem in the world that could capture their attention.