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Helen dropped her purse with a sigh. It had been a long day and she wanted nothing more to do than get out of her clothes and unwind. Which is just what she was planning to do. Her son had left for his job just a few minutes ago. Since tonight was his double night, she could get a bit of personal time in before hitting the sack. She worked early enough in the day that she'd be up for a few more hours before even thinking of sleep.

"A good brushing, some TV, a good meal, and some time to relax," she promised herself as she stripped out of her clothes. The caribou female shook out her jacket and skirt before hanging them up. It was only a matter of moments before she was stripped down to her bare fur, reveling in the nudity. She always enjoyed the freedom offered by strolling around the house without a stitch on. Before Denny came along, she and her husband used to spend much of their time in the buff. Her cheeks flushed briefly as she smiled. Well, there was other reasons for that as well. They'd been newly wed and very much in love. She breathed out a sigh. Times change, interests changed, and she found herself a single mom.

Time marches on, as they say. She'd started dating again once Denny, or D as he liked to be called, was in high school. Nothing too serious though, hardly any of the relationships lasted a year. She hadn't had a boyfriend in months either. Shutting her closet, she found herself staring in the mirror that hung from the door. Despite working out three times a week, her body was starting to go soft. The cow turned in the mirror and looked over her body, frowning as a hand traced her rear. "My ass is getting huge," she groaned, giving the plump posterior a smack. She vowed to cut back on sweets, but like the other times she'd vowed the same thing, she also knew she wouldn't last a week. Turning, she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips. Well, maybe she could find a guy that liked big butts. Definitely had to be some out there.

She turned from the traitorous mirror and padded to her bathroom. She wouldn't be using the shower today. Truthfully, she only used it once every couple weeks. Use it too much and it just ruined her coat. She loved a good brush down though. A sigh slipped from her mouth as she looked over her grooming set. There were plenty of times where she wished she had someone to give her a nice, sensuous rubdown. Something far more intimate than the grooming she'd get at the stylist.

Helen looped her fingers through the brush's handle and leaned back against the counter. The cow nearly purred as she ran the fine bristles through her belly fur. Her eyes narrowed as she worked it over her body. Across her flanks. Down her belly. Just under her breasts. She breathed out as the brush went higher, sliding across the silky fur on her chest. Lips parted and a moan escaped when the soft bristles teased a nipple. The quick strokes paused for a moment, brush circling back around. Her moan was louder this time as she just barely tickled the rising nip with it. There were some nights where she'd just play with them, inching her pleasure higher and higher. Right up until she peaked just from that.

Not tonight though. There was an itch building up between her legs. Scooting her ass up onto the counter, she spread her legs and hurried the comb down. It shushed against her large thighs and against her velveteen pubic fur. Her peach began to puff up as she ran the brush near it. She tossed her head and voiced a throaty call when it whispered over those swollen lips. Her fingers itched to be buried into her snatch so they could bring her to peak. Slowly though. She had to start slow or it wouldn't be nearly as good.

Ignoring the tremble in her legs, the ache in her loin, she guided the brush along her thighs. Oh, she longed to bring those soft bristles back to her soft lips. To feel their silky whisper against her flesh. Instead, she closed her eyes most of the way and indulged herself in another fantasy. In her mind, her lover was waiting on the other side of the door. Balancing more of her weight back onto the counter, she lifted a leg and slid the brush over it. The cow breathed out a gentle sigh as the bristles tickled the back of her calf. Just the thought of someone out there, even an imaginary someone, was enough to make her excited. Her belly tightened and her groin ached. Quickly, she swapped legs and began to work on the other one. When she was done, she decided that the self-tease had been going on long enough.

Turning around, she bent over the bathroom counter and breathed out a sigh. Helen ran the brush over her inner thighs and let it tickle across her swollen mound. The brush clattered to the ground as she twitched. Her fingers leapt to those pale lips. Stroking them. Caressing them. And finally spreading them apart so her other fingers could slide into her body. Her moan echoed in the bathroom as her sweet juices coated her fingers. She was panting almost immediately, breasts heaving against the cool counter. Lifting her head, she looked at herself in the mirror. The sight of her, bent over the sink, tail flagged, and hips wiggling back against her own touch was simply erotic.

Eyes drifted closed again as her imaginary lover came up behind her and grabbed onto her wide hips. She lifted her rear to the phantom lover and plunged her fingers in as he drove forward. She let out a bugle as her fingers plunged in. Her free hand clamped onto the counter as she arched her spine. Feet slid against the smooth tile as she bucked in time with her fantasy. She looked up at the mirror with lidded eyes, and could just imagine a big, strong bull rutting her from behind. His breath on her neck as he answered her calls. Body driving against her. His head tossing back as he cried out and planted a calf in her. Helen's body quivered as she cried out and peaked against her exploring fingers.

Still breathing heavily, she lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her were drawn to a shape in the doorway. It took a moment before they were able to make out the figure standing there. Someone had been watching her masturbate!

Her heart leapt into her throat as she jerked upright and spun around, hands covering her privates. "Stanley! What are you doing?"

The wolf's ears laid back as he adopted a very embarrassed look. "Well I was just gonna use the shower... and then I heard... and..." He shuffled from foot to foot and looked at her, eyes glimmering with desire. "I'll just..." he pointed to the room and backed out quickly. Heart pounding in her chest, Helen grabbed a robe off the hanger and pulled it around her body. By the time she had it on and went to her bedroom, she could hear the other shower running. Cinching the bathrobe tight around her body, she padded to the kitchen to fix herself something.

She was fuming as she turned on the kettle. What was that wolf doing here, and how long had he been watching her? Stan was one of D's friends, his oldest one really. He'd always lived nearby and was over nearly all the time. So often, in fact that he practically lived there. Said he liked it more since it was quieter than his home. Hadn't taken her long to start to jokingly call him her second son, or son from another woman. She'd been there through years of school, acting as a second mom to him. A cooler one if he was to be believed.

And he'd just seen her playing with herself. He'd stared at her just like she'd fantasized.

No, she hadn't been thinking about him. She'd been thinking about a bull. Big, strong bull with an impressive set of antlers.

But she'd seen Stan there, without his shirt. He was certainly strong looking. Not as beefy as a male of her usual liking.

Come on, Helen, she chided herself. He's half your age. D is as old as him, Stan could practically be your son, for God's sake!

That still made him a legal adult, didn't it?

She heaved a sigh as the kettle chimed and flipped into standby. Snatching it off the stand, she poured herself some hot water, adding it to her coco mix. As she stirred up the concoction, a very naughty part of her mind flicked back to when she saw him in the bathroom. That look of pure desire on his face. Her little second-son wanted to take her right there. Cheeks flushed as she replaced the kettle and blew on the mug before sipping. Of course he wanted her, what guy wouldn't want to get some sex?

If that were true, then why had her bed been so empty recently?

Helen was saved from that line of thought when Stanley wrapped up his shower. Ears pricking up, she could hear his toenails clicking against the tiled floor in the bathroom before he came out a moment later. By the time he padded into the kitchen, she was already pouring him another cocoa. She knew what a sucker he was for it. Ears low, just like countless times before when he'd been in trouble, the wolf approached her. A sheepish grin flicked across his muzzle. "Sorry about earlier, see the pipes broke at my place so D said I could come use the shower here; got off a late shift cause they chanced my schedule around, so I came over and heard all these noises from the bathroom, when I went to look I found you and..." he stopped when she put a finger against his lips and handed him the hot drink. Ever since he was a kid, his mouth would start to run when he thought he was in trouble. Heaven help the person that didn't stop it.

"It's okay. I thought I was alone. It was all just an accident." She smiled as he relaxed with a relieved sigh. For a long moment they were both silent, just sipping the drink. Helen relaxed and so did Stan. His tail even began to wave slowly as he sipped at the drink and leaned on the counter. They'd been quiet for a minute or two when she blurted out, "What did you think?"

His ears lifted as he peered at her over the mug. "Of what?"

"The show I inadvertently put on."

Hot chocolate fountained up as the wolf snorted and coughed. Stan put down his mug while she grabbed a towel and helped to clean up the mess. Helen grabbed his mug before it could be spilled all over the floor, or him. Several seconds passed with him dabbing at the spilled drops and coughing, and her trying not to giggle like a school girl.

Only when he'd calmed down did she press. "Well?"

Stan shuffled from foot to foot, ears laying back towards his head. "Um, I kinda promised D that I wouldn't talk or think about it." His ears vanished into his wild hair as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. He shifted from side to side for about five seconds before spilling. "I've always thought you were smoking hot." The wolf's confession stunned her and she just stared at him. "When I was a teen, I started to have dreams about you so I told D and he told me to shut up about it cause you were his mom and... and..." His voice trailed off again, except this time it wasn't because of hot chocolate. His eyes widened as Helen's robe whispered along her freshly groomed fur to pool on the floor. The wolf's jaw dropped as his eyes swept over her body. Can't believe I'm doing this, she told herself as she cupped his chin and lifted the lupine's face to hers.

She couldn't believe she hadn't done it sooner.

The kiss broke the dam that had been keeping the wolf's desires at bay. What happened next was a blur. With tongues wrestling with one another, they grabbed at one another hungrily. They took turns pushing and pulling the other towards her bedroom. Heat flashed through her body as his rough hands groped at her plush form. Stan's growl rattled through her mouth as he tried to grind against her and propel her to their destination at the same time. They left a trail of his clothes leading to her room, somehow stripping him while staying in close contact.

Before she knew it, they were in her bed. Distantly, she was aware that she should get a rubber from her nightstand and hope it would fit the wolf. Her suggestion died in a gasp as the strong predator slid between her legs and thrust forward. She moaned and arched up, feeling his sheath slide back as he drove that pointed length into her needy folds. He voiced a noise that was both growl and moan as her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. Immediately, his hips began to slap against hers. Helen's arms coiled around him as she held on tight, head falling to the pillows.

His heavy balls slapped against her rear with each thrust. The wolf moaned and growled over her, his body a lustful shadow of silver-furred strength. He locked eyes with her for just a moment and she gasped at the glow in them. Teeth flashed as he issued a savage growl, heavy jaws snapping at the air. She could only nuzzle at his under jaw as he rutted her like a wild beast. He held tight to the bed and pulled at the sheets, driving into her with every ounce of his strength. Helen threw her head back and let out a loud bugle as she peaked. She was used to males that were over in a short time. Not one like that wolf that just hammered her without stopping. It felt like he'd never be done with her. Like he'd been saving up all those years of need for just this opportunity!

Then she felt it. Something she'd never experienced before. A strange pressure building just behind her lips. Her head lifted slightly, the question of what it was hanging on her lips. She caught sight of Stan with head angled, lips peeled back to reveal gleaming fangs, body shaking over her as that bulge grew larger. She could feel it tugging at her lips, growing with each beat of his heart.

Stan threw his head back and howled as he pressed tight to her body. Helen joined him with another orgasmic cry. She could fell his balls throbbing against her ass when she came down. A hot flush spread across her cheeks, fully aware that she was letting someone as old as her own son pump his seed into her. His body moved with each spurt, the wolf gradually relaxing on top of her. Stan's muzzle came to rest between her ample breasts, ears splaying out. The cow tried to move under him, but was greeted with a soft grunt and a twinge as that thing pulled at her insides.

"Stanley, what is that thing?"

He looked amused as he grinned from between her pillowy mounds. "Never had a knot before?"

She ran her fingers through his hair, "I've heard of it and seen it with dogs. Just didn't think it carried over." He grinned at her and let out a tired chuckle. Lifting her head, the cow flicked his nose. "Don't you fall asleep on me up there."

He murred, "No ma'am." Rolling his head, the wolf lapped at her nipple, making her moan. "It should go down in a half-hour. I can go home then." He looked at her as she lifted an eyebrow. "If that's what you want."

Reaching up, she gripped his head and pulled at it lightly, bringing his muzzle right to hers. "What makes you think I'm done with you yet?" His ears laid back in that wild hair as he flashed a sheepish grin again, tail waving.