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She frowned as she went through her son's room. It wasn't messy like most boys his age tended to keep them. A poster here and there on his walls, call backs to older metal bands, walls painted a dark color on his request. She shook her head and started digging through his closet. He liked keeping his clothes hung up as opposed to folding them. She started pulling shirts and pants from his hangers and rolling them neatly, stuffing them in a duffel bag. He hadn't packed up the night before like she asked him to, so she decided to do it for him while he was out. At least he helped her pack up the supplies for the trip.

Merian Kelt, originally Mirana, a short black squirrel let out a sigh as she wandered to her son's dresser and pulled out various pairs of boxer's. She only picked the one's she found in the laundry the most, his favorite pairs. Her fingers brushed over a glossed paper, and she stopped. Tugging the magazine out of it she idly flipped through it.

"At least I know you're not gay, James." She muttered under her breath. Not that there would be anything wrong with that. But she really would prefer her son continue on the dying family legacy. Her eyes skimmed over the pages of various naked women posing for the camera. She tilted her head, ear twitching as she took a closer look at some of these women. They all had several things in common. They were all large, busty, labeled as mothers and could be classified as MILFs. They also were of various bushy tailed species. Fellow squirrels, Skunks, Foxes, even a Lemur. "Huh, so he's into that sort of thing huh?" She almost tucked it back into the bottom of his drawer, but smirked evilly and threw it into the duffel she was preparing for him. Let's see what happens when he finds out his mother knows he's not as innocent as naïve as he often acted.

With a small sigh she hefted it to her shoulder and lugged it downstairs to the front door of their small two story house, dumping it onto a small pile of bags. It was a compact place, living room and kitchen on the bottom floor, two bedrooms up stairs. Perfect for a mother and son to live. There used to be three occupants, but after his father died in the war barely ten years ago...

With a bigger sigh she wandered back upstairs. That was the last of the stuff, all that was left to do was pack everything into their little car and get going. The neighborhood had agreed on a camping trip. It was the idea of current Crime Watch 'president', a sort of bonding between neighbors.

The town was on the border of the bloodiest battlegrounds of the war. The little town had served as a sort of no-aggression zone and casualties from both sides, Human and Sapient animals, poured in. The hospitals as a result were the largest in a five hundred mile radius. And quite possibly the best.

That was why she agreed to go on this trip, not for the 'getting to know people' part, but for the relief from being a nurse at the hospital. As post-war cleanup continued, people injured from left over munitions or mines, construction and demolition workers getting hurt from collapsing buildings... The work was just as bad as it was during the fighting.

Her ears perked as the door to the bathroom opened. Her son, James, a teenager whose fur was black, wore black, and just generally liked the color black, stepped out of the bathroom barely contained in a towel. He stopped and stared back at his mother. She was struck with sudden heavy emotion, and let out a deep sigh. The third one of the morning. "You look so much like your father..." She whispered.

His expression twisted between a mixture of irritation, sadness and pride. "D-don't compare me to Dad." He responded, finally settling on irritation. He turned and left for his room to get changed, his fur still a soggy mess.

Merian shook her head as she watched him leave. He was built after his mother in her younger years. Short and slender. But he definitely had the same chiseled facial features of his father, and she knew deep in her heart he would grow tall and handsome just like him. Unfortunately, until he got out of this depressed funk he'd been in lately, he'd most likely resent that.

Over the past year or so he had become reclusive, occasionally blaming things on his deceased father whenever he and his mother went through hardships. He had never really moved on from the five stages of grief, and settled mostly on a mild anger. It was really hard for her to deal with, which was why she decided on partaking in this trip. He always loved camping.

He had put up a small fight, saying that he absolutely didn't want to go. She had to convince him by using her trump card. Their campsite would be right next to his crush, a young skunk, and one of his closest friends, the girl's anti-social twin who probably had a sister-complex. He didn't spend much time around either of them, but she knew that the boy and her son shared a lot in common, at least in the way they thought and acted. Also his two best friends, a nerdy little rabbit boy and a leopard. Even then he was still grumpy about it.

She slunk into the bathroom to pick up his clothes he had left behind, folding them in a way she would remember to wash them when they got back. She looked herself in the mirror and blew a lock of elongated headfur out of her eyes. "I always found it weird how we still have hair despite pretty much being animals." She muttered to herself before examining herself.

She decided she looked pretty amazing for a woman in her early thirties. Childbirth really did wonders for her figure. She cupped her breasts and hefted them. Big boobs, perfectly proportionate for her body. Her hands slid down her sides, only a slight curve, none too thin. It'd make her larger breasts look weird. Her belly had a slight pudge to it, but it matched her, in her opinion, glorious ass and big thighs. She giggled and gave her rear a spank, tight jeans only following the jiggle of her flesh slightly, but enough. "What a narcissist you are Merian." She said to herself with a smile.

Unfortunately her last two dating attempts didn't think she looked all that wonderful. One of them was a school teacher who she caught between the legs of a young girl who looked rather anorexic in a hospital room, and the other ended up gay, and he in particular mentioned her size. It was fairly discouraging and she stopped dating all together. The latter experience was not but a few months ago, and the only thing she got out of either was a bit of unsatisfying, uninterested sex. Why did they bother trying to go for her if they were just going to leave her high and dry in the end?

She turned her frown into a smile and walked out of the bathroom as James, dressed in blue jeans and a skull-print black shirt, left his room. They looked each other and gave a silent nod.

They were ready.

Merian glanced at her son as he sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed and black headphones on. She knew that despite his love for all things metal and angry and, whatever else it was he was into, that the sound coming out of the specially shaped ear-speakers wasn't angry. Or metal. It was probably very zen music. He never admitted it, but she had interested him greatly with her own meditation practices, attempts at finding mental peace.

"James?" She asked, a sudden curiosity overcoming her. He cracked and eye open and yawned, turning his head over to her and letting his headphones fall to his neck.

"Yeah mom?" He asked, the sound of sleep heavy in his voice. She giggled, it had only been two hours and the trip normally took five. She turned her eyes back to the road, the lush green of trees lining the sides of the highway filling her vision.

"Do you think I'm fat?" He coughed awkwardly, muffled by his hand, and she peeked at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Where did that come from? No mom, I don't think you're fat." He said, looking down at his phone to check the time.

"Well then..." She hesitated and nibbled the tip of her tongue, her tail wriggled nervously, sandwiched between her back and her seat. "Do you think I'm attractive at least? I'm not too pudgy am I?" Her son sputtered, and she giggled, imagining that he was blushing at the awkward question coming from his own mother. Her mind idly drifted towards the magazine she had found in his drawer, her expression turning devious. "Like those women in that magazine you seem to not want me to find out about?"

His sputtering turned to choking and coughing, and she started laughing loudly, and after a particularly rough patch of road they quieted down. Despite the silence, Merian felt a bit better. She definitely needed that laugh.

After a few minutes of silence her son finally spoke up. "W-well... Y-yeah mom. You're pretty nice looking." He had turned his head to stare at the window, and Merian couldn't help but smile.

"Oh? Only nice looking? I guess I can live with that." Her tone took on a fake wistfulness, and she let out a dramatic sigh. "Hopefully I can find a man someday who likes women who are just nice looking."

James made a noise. "N-no! I mean, well..." He stopped and gave her an appraising look, as if a jeweler judging the worth of a gem. "You're um... You're definitely... Would it be weird if I were honest?" He asked, his brow furrowed.

She let out a small laugh, keeping focused on her driving as a pair of wild deer stared at them from the side of the road, watching for more. "No sweetie, I doubt you could make this any weirder than your mother knowing about a dirty magazine with mother's being the main focus."

James huffed at the summary and gave a small shrug. "You're pretty hot mom." He finally said, tone very plain. "Definitely a MILF. Tommy and Keith are constantly reminding me that too." He pantomimed grabbing breasts on his own chest. "They won't let me live it down either. 'Damn James, yo momma so fine, I wanna make her mine.' And stupid stuff like that. I wish they'd just get girlfriends and leave their midnight fantasies about you behind." He shook his head before turning his eye back on her. "So yeah, you're attractive mom. If you weren't my mom I'd probably wanna fuck you too." She let the foul language slide... This time, since he was only being honest.

"Uh oh, I better be careful. I don't want my little boy to develop an Oedipus complex." She said, a shit eating grin spreading across her face. The laugh she had as her son coughed, sputtered, choked, and protested in favor of his innocence for the next few minutes.

"Thank you James, you really make your mother feel better." She finally said after he'd calmed down. "I was starting to think I was undateable. I know I'm almost a middle-aged woman, but you'd think more men would be clambering to get their claws on me, being a single woman in her prime."

"I think the fact you have a son turns them off." James commented idly. "I think the fact you do have me makes you more attractive, makes you seem more experienced. Like you would know what you're doing with yourself, and know what to do in the bedroom." He suddenly stopped and looked up. "S-sorry mom. That was kind of inappropriate."

She laughed and reached over, giving her son's tufty headfur a ruffle. "It's okay James. I can see why you might find the women in those magazines attractive after hearing that. Now, are you hungry? There's a service station coming up." She smiled at his nod and pulled off the highway.

The rest of the drive came and went far more quickly, and they started unpacking and setting up camp. The campgrounds were actually part of a national park and resort. The campgrounds were spread all over around a lake, some out in the grassy fields and another portion contained in a densely forested area closer to the lake. It was popular not just for camping, but also for just daily visits. Their neighborhood group had all pitched in money-wise, the more privileged of families covering for those who couldn't quite afford it, and reserved a large portion of a forested campground within hiking distance of the lake. It was also a particular area she was very familiar with, having spent a lot of her childhood there before the short-lived war.

They appeared to be the first ones to arrive at the campgrounds, which was fine. They were actually a few days early. She happily hummed and whistled, feeling energized as she helped James set up the tents and unpack their things. It took them a few hours, but the work was involved enough that even her son's little black cloud seemed to lift as he helped her. After all was said and done and they sat, relaxed in their fold up chairs and enjoyed the sounds of the leaves rustling in the breeze. The sun filtered down through the branches in beams, an occasional leaf falling to the forest floor. All in all, it was a very relaxing moment.

James perked up and checked his phone. "Seems like Keith and Tom are going to be here with their dads in a few hours." He said, looking fairly excited. "Maybe we could set up a fire for when they get here!" He stood up and stretched and ran to his tent, diving inside, presumably to get changed. She smiled fondly before standing up herself. She was still wearing her clothes from this morning and it was getting rather warm, so she left for her tent to change as well.

A few minutes later and she stepped back out and stretched. She changed into something she hadn't worn in a long time. Short black, form fitting white shorts she enjoyed jogging in, they hugged her hips and probably were a bit too low cut, and a sporty little tank top that revealed her belly. She looked down at herself to make sure she wasn't 'hanging out' so to speak, and found it satisfactorily. She felt sexy, and half-entertained the thought of finding some stud to try and work her charms on. But she brushed the thought away, as the chances of that in a grounds full of friends was unlikely. And she really didn't want a one night thing. She was perfectly happy spending her time around James to receive her requirement of attention, even if it was the mother-son kind of affection despite having been a bit lacking lately.

James came out of his tent, dressed much brighter than the trip here, white shorts and a blue tee, a real eye catcher on the boy. If only he would stop moping about his father so he could notice how the girls looked at him. He frowned and stared at his tent. "Mom, I think my tent's useless. There's a bunch of holes in it, might be moths."

She looked over at it closely, and sure enough, there at the top was small holes and rips in the fabric. She let out a sigh and stared at the sky. It wasn't supposed to rain, at least for the first week, but the problem were the bugs. "That's a darn shame, this was your father's favorite tent too." She turned around and put her hands on her hips, giving him a small smile. "But that's okay, my tent was built for two anyways. We'll use yours to store our bags in so we have more room in mine!" She blinked, and realized her son was staring. "James? What is it?"

He coughed and turned away, his tail twitching behind him as he went to the car. "N-nothing mom." He said quietly as he got in, plugging his phone in. It took Meriana a few seconds before she looked down. His eyes were on her body, and she had to chuckle. Even if he was her boy, the fact she made him stare at his own mother was a big confidence booster. Most mothers would probably find it disturbing, but she had always been a bit eccentric.

After a few hours of putzing around, gathering kindling for a fire and her son lugging out a few logs from the trunk of their car they'd stopped to pick up on the way, they sat comfortably around a crackling fire pit. Her eyes watched the flames flicker and dance, idly sipping wine from a plastic cup. Not entirely classy, but bottles tended to break easily.

Her son was in the campsite across from theirs helping them set up and unpack the rest of their things, chittering with the rabbit and feline, tossing insults back and forth between the three of them, and after an hour or so of horse-play and tent-setting they had all relaxed into chairs around the Kelt's campfire. She made pleasant conversation with the boy's fathers, a rather dimunitive leopard who somehow made a living off of comedy, and a quiet white rabbit who towered over his two friends by at least a foot. They were her childhood friends, and it had long since been established that, despite whisperings of Merian visiting their beds every now and then, that it was nothing more than her being 'One of the boys'.

They talked of the weather that was supposed to follow and often falling on the other families that were going to join them in the next few days, as well as activity plans. That's where she finally smiled deviously. "So, there's a little hidden swimming hole along the south trail, and tomorrow, if you boys behave, we can all head off to it in the morning."

They all perked their ears. Even James who, to his own embarrassment, still couldn't swim. He still enjoyed the water, much like his mother, and she thought of maybe finally teaching him the simple concept if they went. The boys begged their fathers who both agreed readily. 'Maybe we can get some peace and quiet.' They both said, agreeing that Merian would be fine watching them on her own. She smiled and told them to be ready for a hike in the morning before getting up and making her way into her tent to retire. It was still early, but she planned on getting up early too. She normally slept in the nude, but that wouldn't be appropriate while sharing her tent with her son. She quickly stripped and slipped into an old shirt of hers. It was a bit tight, but it'd do. She didn't exactly pack any sleepwear except for an old pair of basketball sweats. She settled down on her sleeping back and propped herself up against her bag of clothes with a book and a book light.

An hour later she looked up and smiled at James as he slipped into the tent. She went back to reading, eager to finish the chapter before she went to sleep, and realized James was still awkwardly half in and half out of their tent. He was staring again. She looked down and realized that, with such a tight shirt and no bra, her nipple easily showed in the red fabric. Her breasts looked perkier than normal, supported by the shirt as they were. She let out a small cough to catch her son's attention. "Are you okay James?"

He jumped as if shocked and looked away, a bored expression taking over his face. He climbed the rest of the way into the tent. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said. "You don't mind if I sleep in my boxers do you?" She shrugged idly and turned a page in her book. Only two to go. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, and admired the way her son was growing. Despite being a homebody most of the time, he made it a point to visit the local gym, and the light muscle he had earned over the last few years fit a squirrel rather well. He was going to grow to be a very handsome young man. It's a shame he couldn't get a girlfriend, and he definitely wouldn't with that downer attitude of his. Playing it cool only worked in the movies.

After a few more minutes of reading, she shut her book and turned off her light. "Goodnight James."

"Goodnight mom." He replied tiredly. "Love you."

"I love you too sweetie."

She woke early, just like she planned. With a small giggle to herself of excitement she slipped out of her sleeping bag and looked to her son. He was still fast asleep. She dug through her bag and bit her tongue as she pulled out something she hadn't worn in years. She slipped out of the tent and snuck up to their car. It was still dark out, and the campground was quiet and sleepy. She made sure no one was looking, and then stripped. She definitely didn't want to dress while her son was still in their tent, just in case he woke up, and the tents were facing away from the car. She was quick, at least. She eyed the red bikini, something she hadn't worn since James' father was alive. To be honest, she wasn't trying to catch anyone's eye, she really just wanted to feel sexy.

She grinned as she slipped into it, her hands still up behind her back, tying the straps awkwardly to the red top that barely contained her breasts. The boys wouldn't mind, she thought. And their father's, while definitely not the type to make a move on her, they hadn't in fifteen years after all and were happily married, wouldn't mind a bit of eye candy either.

Her tent rustled and she blinked. James' head poked out from behind it as he stretched and yawned and looked around. 'He's probably wondering where I got off to.' She thought, smiling as she fastened the last knot and looked herself over the reflection of the car's tinted windows. She hefted her chest and struck a sexy pose, shooting a ridiculous pout at herself. She laughed and let her hands rest on her hips. She definitely looked stupid doing that.

She turned around and blinked in confusion, her son was standing there, just staring. His eyes were wide. And then she realized, once again, he was looking at her. She smirked and placed a hand on her hip, her tail swishing in wide arcs behind her as his eyes went from her toes to the top of her head, taking in every single curve and detail. "Ha! You're proof I've still got it! I can even wow an angsty little teenager!" She laughed. He came back to reality with a start and scowled, curling his hands into fists and blowing a raspberry at her.

"I'm not angsty!" He huffed, before marching off across the gravel camp-road to wake his friends. She giggled, happy she was able to get any sort of emotional rise out of him, having felt like she was losing her son for a long time since her husband died. She nabbed a pair of shorts and pulled on a shirt, slipping into sneakers and grabbing a backpack and ran after her boy.

The young rabbit and leopard friends had woke up just as early as them all, eager to head out swimming... It also meant they didn't have to help their fathers do any work about the camp. The pair were already in their swim trunks and were practically bouncing on the balls of their feet, and in the case of the rabbit boy, literally bouncing.

They set off immediately, the boys following Merian through a trail directly behind their camp. The forest here was her old stomping ground, where she met her husband and the two men whose children were following her. It was an amazing coincidence that they all lived so close to each other, but she couldn't have been happier for it.

The path they followed was deep and crowded with brush that gave off the healthiest green they could. It wasn't a worn path as there were far easier trails to follow, but they weren't there for the hiking. It took them ten full minutes to reach their destination, a large rocky wall with a narrow path between two sheer walls of rock. She had to suck in her gut to squeeze past the first part, but then it was all smooth going. She checked to make sure her boys were okay, and after a claustrophobic minute of treading carefully... They came out into what could only be called an oasis.

Technically it was a volcano that had long since went either dormant, or was completely inert, but most people would just say it was a massive crater. In the center of it was a small lake of the clearest, coldest water you could find, spring fed from several underground sources. There was a small cave at the far end, the crater wall eroded from the ages, now more like a cliff face. Trees grew around the bowl of the inert volcano, and there were quite a few places where one could free climb, boulders broken loose from various effects of nature lining the crater's walls. She smiled as the boys behind her entered the huge clearing and gasped in wonder.

And then they bolted and shed their shirts and shoes, rushing to dive into the water, laughing and yelling in surprise at just how *cold* the clear water was. She laid her pack down and dug out a blanket, laying it over a large flat rock. With a small hum she sat down on it, watching the boys splash and play. When Keith and Tommy started swimming out into the center, her son wandered back into shore. She smiled up at him, and the small smile on his vanished when he realized she caught him enjoying himself. Such a silly boy.

"Maybe you should let your dear old Mom teach you how to swim finally." She said. "I was a marathon swimmer after all. If I can't drill those strokes into your head then no one can."

"I'm fine mom. Hey, can I have my towel? I'm gonna go climb for a bit." He said, his tail swishing lazily as she gave him his towel. He tugged his shoes back on and ran off to the nearest climbable looking group of boulders. He was always looking for ways to get higher. He just loved climbing so much, and sometimes she left the house to find him hanging off the tops of trees, looking about their neighborhood. She had half a mind to enroll him in a youth free-climbing program. He darted up the stacks of boulders and made his way towards the highest part of the cliff face. She smiled and stood up, stretching and wincing as she realized that maybe, just maybe, she didn't quite fit into that old suit as it squeezed her uncomfortably.

She tugged out a spare two piece she'd packed in her back for just such a reason and looked for the nearest secluded spot to change in.

James yawned as he finally reached the top of the rock pile and sat carefully on it. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, watching his friends splashing about below, doing their best to 'drown' each other. He really felt great, higher up like this. He loved heights, he loved flying, he loved climbing. There was just something about being 'In the clouds' so to speak that really calmed him, made him feel at peace. Maybe it's because he felt closer to heaven, if such a place existed. He let out a soft sigh and relaxed back on the seat as he looked down over the large rocky crater below.

His eyes followed his mother as she slinked behind rocks, ears perking as he watched curiously. What was she doing? She set her bag down and stripped off her shirt and shorts. He looked away for a brief moment. Didn't she know that swimsuit was indecent? Maybe he should let her know that it was actually pretty embarrassing. She usually valued his input on things like that.

He climbed down off the rock and began descending towards his mother, and then froze as he looked up. She had begun stripping, turned away from him. She started with her bra, and then bent over. Her butt stretched the bottoms probably a bit more than she was comfortable with, judging by the groan he heard his mother make. Her ass swayed left and right, and poor James was unable to look away.

She was built exactly like the women in his magazine... The one he found in his duffel. His eyes widened. His mom packed his bag. Which meant SHE put it in his bag. He groaned in embarrassment, and was going to shove his face in his hands, but his mother struggled with the bottoms of her swimsuit at that moment and his eyes glued to her ass as she slid it off. He was close enough he could see the streak of gray fur inside of her thighs. If he took after his mother, then there was no doubt that it slide up the crack of her ass. He could even just make out, as she bent over and those big rear mounds spread, the pink flesh of her...

He let out a small whine and looked away in shame. His trunks felt incredibly tight and he began rushing down the rocks. He made sure no one was watching, and dived into the frigid water. With a small sigh of relief, he felt his cock slide back into his sheath. Getting hard from seeing his mother like that was... Well it was just plain fucking embarrassing. He couldn't get the image out of his head. He joked all the time about her being attractive, mostly repeating things his friends said about her. But this was the first time he actually ever connected the word "MILF" to his own mother.

He sank down until his eyes were the only thing left in the water, blowing bubbles in the water as he watched his mother slink out from behind the rocks. She was wearing far more modest plus size two piece. It was dark blue, but it was still a swim suit. So it was little better for his imagination, the picture of his naked mother had burned itself into his brain.

She jumped in the water and he huffed a breath out into the water as he watched her come near. "You okay sweetie?" She asked, a big smile on her face. He tried really hard not to stare at her chest, her boobs bobbing in the surface. She didn't even notice, did she?

"Mbbblurbble. Blub." He said into the water. Actually he said "Yeah I am. Fine." But water had a way of screwing with spoken words. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards where his friends were lazily floating on the surface of the water.

"Come on, I want to show you where I met your father." He immediately righted himself, awkwardly splashing as she pulled him along. "Keith, Tommy!" She yelled, and the boys both turned to look at her. "Want to come along? I'm going to show James a cool little cave!"

The rabbit gave his friend a look, and Keith smiled at Merian, giving her a dismissing wave. "Nah Miss Kelt. We're gonna stay here if you don't mind. Having a good ti-YIPE!" Tommy had disappeared beneath the surface and pulled the cat beneath the surface. An underwater wrestling match ensued, and Merian rolled her eyes, yelling for them to be careful and stay put.

"Mom you know I can't swim." Tommy muttered under his breath as she pulled him to the edge of his ability to keep his toes on the rocky bed. She chuckled and pulled him up closer to her, and he became painfully aware of the outline of her nipples in her top.

"I'll fix that later. For now just hold on. It's really nice, and I'd like for you to see it." He didn't have much choice, because she all but forced him behind her, and he let out a sigh, grabbing ahold of her shoulders and they were off.

They swam out over the center of the lake and he immediately saw where they were going. It was the cave he saw earlier. He didn't pay much attention, but it was half submerged in the water, the only way to reach it was by swimming. Figures.

He tried his best to stay out of the way of his mother's feet as she kicked, carrying him along her back as they approached. She really didn't seem to have much trouble with it, and he was reminded that she was a championship swimmer with how quickly she covered the distance even with her son holding onto her for dear life.

He stared in wonder as they entered the mouth of the cave. And it was indeed a cave, if flooded. The walls were a dull green, dried algae and moss covering the rocks, light reflecting off the water from outside left eerie ripples of light on the walls and ceiling. There was a bend in the cave ahead of them, and he felt a current grab ahold of them. He wrapped his arms around his mother's stomach as she let herself rest. It was a slow current, but as she tread water there they moved slowly in.

He rest his chin on her shoulder, kicking his feet lazily to help keep them aloft, though his mother's natural buoyancy did most of the work. Not that he was saying she was fat or anything. Her tail flicked in the water beside him and she laughed as she flailed her arms once, the motion throwing her off balance. "Oh geez! Sorry James!" She said as he came back to the surface, sputtering and holding onto his mother tighter. "I'm not used to carrying someone else! We'll just let the current take us. I know it's slow but, this is incredibly relaxing."

He grumbled as he repositioned himself, and let out a small strained noise. They settled in the water, lazily floating in the current with his mother leaning half forward, her tail brought up in front of her as if it were a floatation device... which it kind of was really. It was probably one of the reasons she was able to swim such long distances. He became aware of just how soft his mother was. Lying half on her back, his feet now freely dragging under the water behind him, his crotch ret against her backside. He felt his fingers sink into the flesh of her belly. She had a lot of pudge, admittedly, but he never thought she was fat. Her girth was very well proportioned, and he curiously ran his palm over the gentle curve of her stomach. It was a very subtle curve, he noted, and in an idle moment of thought, he could almost picture her being a perfect model for his dirty mag.

He winced, the sudden image of his mother naked with her shapely, wide hips, the attractive curve of her ass, large swells of her breasts, the soft, pink flesh of her... He bit his tongue, but it was too late. His cock proudly ignored the chill of the water and slid against the front of his trunks. The time it took to emerge was painfully long as he sat there gripping on to his mother. Every now and then she'd kick forward, and his crotch would bounce against her ass. Every time it happened, he wondered how his mother hadn't notice. She probably didn't think anything of it, focused too much on keeping them afloat. Unfortunately he was unable to stop thinking about how spongey it felt just from the light bumps of his hips to her rear.

And then the current got stronger. She yelped and thrashed once, and he lost his grip. He went under and tumbled for a short few seconds, his unintended arousal instantly disappeared the second he got a lungful of water. He felt something catch, and his trunks ripped. He panicked in that moment and started thrashing around.

A warm pair of arms wrapped around him and James broke the surface, coughing and sputtering as he fought to catch his breath. The water was still pulling, but they were against the cave wall, his mother's arm wrapped around a convenient stalagmite that jut out the water's surface. "Oh god, James, are you alright sweetie?" She said into his ear, and he coughed a bit before nodding his head. "I'm so sorry, I forgot about the tide cycle." She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug before offering him her back. "Grab back on. We slipped through a hole in the wall, but the current will be too strong for a little while for us to go back through. I'm lucky I remember the layout of this place from my adventurous days."

He wrapped his arms around her neck this time, careful not to pull on her too tight, and she kicked off the wall. "S-sorry mom... This wouldn't be a problem if I just took your swim lessons." He muttered, voice cracking as he spat out more water. She shook her head as she used the small tunnel's walls as a guide, instead of swimming she just pulled them along. The tunnel was a very tight fit, but he refused to be claustrophobic. It helped that there was a dim light coming from ahead of them. There was an expansive stretch of tunnel behind them, and he realized just how hard that current had pulled him under. He probably wouldn't have been pulled into the small offshoot, a clear hole beneath the water behind them, if he didn't thrash so much, unintentionally boosting him towards it with the current.

"It's not your fault." She said quietly, her voice reverberating eerily off the slippery rock walls. He probably would have took to her lessons if he refused to have anything to do with water. The pictures of his father's body they received for identification... "Don't worry about it sweetie. I can carry us both. You just hold on really tight this time okay?"

He nodded into the back of her neck before resting his chin on her shoulder as before. He probably would have been fine pulling himself along, but he felt far safer clinging to his mother, and she didn't seem to mind the extra effort.

It was after a few minutes of heading towards that eerie reflecting light ahead of them that he remembered what he lost. Even though no one could see it, his expression went blank, putting on his best poker face as the feeling of his naked sheath pressing against the warmth of his mother's bottom registered in his brain.

She stopped and let out a small sigh, and he looked up along with her. "That's not good." She muttered. The reason why was fairly obvious. In front of them was just a simple rock face, and maybe ten feet above their heads was where the obvious source of light was. That explained why it was so dim. "Water filters in through these tunnels from the small lake and then run down through the side of the mountain. This is the source of the clean water for the park's lake." She said as she tested the surface of the rock. It was definitely slippery. "I know it looks like we're stuck, but when you went under, we actually went down. Every fifteen minutes the current reverses and sucks water back out of here back into the chamber we were swimming down. We just hit it as it was filling up. We'll have to wait maybe ten minutes... When I was younger I could climb up this. But now I'm just... Too big."

James let out a soft sigh as she gripped a few holes in the wall that made convenient handholds to rest. He looked up, and saw the small holes were JUST big enough. If he tried, he could probably climb up easy. But he really didn't want to if his mother wasn't able, so he simply snuggled into her back, his waterlogged tail floating on the surface of the water behind him. "James... You know you don't have to hold on so tightly." His mother said softly.

He snapped to attention and tilted his head, looking at his mother out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I know... I just... I'm scared." He admitted, he kept his gaze on the water lapping gently at the rock wall. He could tell they were rising, and it reassured him. Soothed him.

A few minutes later his mother spoke up again, and shifted, adjusting her tail that had slid behind him and curled against his back when they had broke the surface. He could tell him going under scared her earlier. "James?" She said, just as softly.

He sneezed, and sniffed. Water getting up your nose really sucked. "Yeah mom?"

She didn't respond for a minute, and could see her jaw move hesitantly. "Nevermind..." She asked softly. Her voice was quiet, and she ended it with a weird noise, her fingers sliding into the next small hold that he could have used to climb up as the water level rose.

He shifted rather awkwardly against her back. He was NOT letting go of his tight hold. Even if she reassured him they were going to be in the clear... Well, drowning was not atop his list of priorities. Of course, he realized his tight hold had some rather embarrassing effects in their stilled, floating state. Such as the fact his boner was back. He hoped she didn't notice it. Though there was a fat chance of that. The stupid thing pressed against her ass, making him realize just how... Pillowy her ass was, as it gave with any pressure of his cock against it. She didn't seem to realize he lost his trunks, and he wasn't exactly eager to share that embarrassing fact. He just prayed that everything went smoothly, and she just passed it off without a word as his teenage body acting up. Plus, he had to admit, it felt nice, even though it was his mom.

A few minutes later and they had risen to where they could pull themselves up to the rock ledge, and she got up first, moving on down the walkway. He silently thanked whatever god existed that she did, pulling himself up in an awkward way to ensure the red, tapered shaft of his cock that bounced proudly at his groin didn't scrape against the rocks. He followed after her quickly and they came to an opening. He let out a small sigh of relief at the sight of the larger, wider and brighter cave they had been swimming originally. "This is literally right around the corner of where you got pulled down. Just jump in and hold on, we're this far so we might as well finish the trip." Merian said quietly before diving in. He slid down into the water rather quickly, before she surfaced, so she couldn't see his boner. "Hold on tight this time, okay?" She said in a subdued manner he passed off as her just being worried about a repeat. He nodded and latched onto her back, maybe just a little too eagerly, his hands gripping around her midsection to allow her arms free movement.

She stroked her arms slowly, his hold forcing her to act a little stiff, and let her feet slowly kick beneath the surface behind them between his legs that he left dragging, her tail wrapped behind his back like a child's swimming donut, his own helped quite a bit with their buoyancy as it limply trailed behind him. But the inert state of her legs meant he was pressed rather tight against her back... And his cock was firmly pushed against the cush of her ass. He bit his tongue, as every time she shifted a leg, or kicked, her ass cheeks rubbed against his cock. His stupid hormonal body decided that was enough stimulation to justify keeping his dick hard. She bucked her legs behind them, giving them a boost, but that sudden movement bumped him away from her back, and when he came to a rest against her once again, he realized with no small amount of horror that his dick slipped between her thighs.

The sight of the tunnel opened out into a grotto like area ahead of him completely made him forget that feeling of horror, if only temporarily. He assumed it was behind the large dent of the crater, the area plateauing beyond the mouth of the inert volcano. Which would explain why the little cavern was still underground, a hole above them providing a surprising amount of illumination on an outcropping of rock and dirt. There was a gangly tree that grew, knotted and thin, but it still managed to grow healthy enough with the dim light leaking down from above.

And then he realized they weren't moving. His mother had stopped at the entrance to the cavern and was gripping the wall, close to a small raised platform that looked more like a shattered boulder. She kept close to it with a strong grip and made an odd noise, and the sudden touch of fingers on his cock that still poked out from between his mother's thighs beneath the water brought him back to reality. She had her head turned, and was looking back at him, an expression on her face that he just couldn't read. He looked back with a horrified expression. "M-mom?" He whimpered. "I-I... I'm" he tried to say, but he didn't get much of a chance.

She pushed her hips back, her ass bouncing him away a few inches, no doubt to remove her son's arousal from between her legs, but he grabbed tightly back onto her in panic, definitely not wanting to be left to thrash in the water when he still couldn't even touch the ground. And it happened so quickly. Her eyes went wide with surprise as he pulled himself back up to her, with innocent intentions, but innocent as they may be it pushed his cock against her inner thigh. It slid up as he pulled himself tight against her, and she let out a gasp of shock, in freak coincidence, as his tip caught the elastic band that allowed the bottoms to stretch around her thigh, and slid up, and in. It slid to the side, pulling irritatingly tight against her leg, and even constricting his cock painfully. She still said nothing, as they stayed in that position, entirely frozen with the ridiculousness of it all.

He layed his ears back and let out a pathetic whimper. Fuck this was weird! So awkward! But she said nothing, and turned her head forward. She grabbed a small protruding rock in the wall tightly, and she mumbled inaudibly as his cock was forced to shift in the soft fabric of her swim suit as she moved. He felt it against his cock, instead of hearing it, rip beneath the water. The hole for her leg went slack, and suddenly, the constriction was no longer there. She let out a soft sigh. "James." She said, her tone like a practiced voice used for poker.

He looked to the side, biting at his lip as the soft, soaked fur of her ass slid across his shaft. He was correct, her ass was incredibly pillowy. It was like memory foam sinking around his body, only softer, more maliable, and it felt soooooooo good. "Y-yeah?" He squeaked the question out meekly. He was so fucking dead.

"Do you..." She hesitated, and he felt her ass shifting. "D-do you think that I'm... Uh, how do I put this..." He suddenly felt fingers wrap around his cock as the fabric of her bottoms pulled away, and then his cock slid against something... Hot. "Do you think I'm a... A MILF?" She asked uncertainly.

What. His head snapped back towards her, and she had turned her body awkwardly to look at him. He felt the hotness slide against his dick, and it felt like... "O-oh god..." He said with a sudden groan as he realized that it was the flesh of her cunt that squished against the roof of his shaft. His cock throbbed, and he felt a deep shame that he ENJOYED the feeling of his OWN MOTHER'S pussy mashed against his dick. "F-f- I don't..." She looked back at him pleadingly.

"I-I saw your magazine, I'm sure you figured that out..." She said softly, and he felt fingers tickle the underside of his cock through the fabric of her bottoms. "It doesn't bother me that you like those things, James. It... They were all big women. I'm sure only a few of them actually had children of their own, but... Are you attracted to me, James?" She said softly. "Am I... Am I sexy? I... I just want to know. With Benson and Derrick... With how they left me... I felt..." He knew what she was going to say before she even said it, and despite the growing pit of dread in his gut, and the realization that she had a very low self-esteem, his cock only throbbed gleefully away against the female in front of him. "Do you think I'm fat...? Too pudgy? Unnatractive?"

"M-mom I d-don't... I don't think that's appropriate. W-we should stop this." He said, but he couldn't pull himself away. His mother's tail was glued to his back, and it was strong. She held him there as she turned to face the rock wall and shifted her hips forward. He felt his tapered tip catch, and stared awkwardly at his mother. She let out a soft whimper, a pleading whine. A quiet begging for an answer to his question, and he felt compelled in that moment to be honest. "I-I didn't think about it until this morning. B-but yeah mom. You're incredibly sexy. Y-you're like..." He stopped and held in a gasp as his world went white.

She pushed her hips back, and in a single, smooth stroke her pussy swallowed the length of his shaft. His balls pressed against her ass, and she gave her feet a few slow kicks in the water, a low guttural groan squeezing out of her throat. Oh god she was TIGHT! He knew she hadn't had sex in maybe... maybe a whole year. But didn't she have toys or something? Her muscles were powerful, squeezing the shaft of her son and holding it with a powerful grip that left him breathless. His entire length throbbed as he burned the sensations of her velvety, fleshy inner walls squeezing around his cock to memory. He could even feel the beating of her heart! Or was that his own, forcing his cock to throb inside his mother?

"P-please James..." She whimpered, grinding her big, beautiful ass against his crotch. "I-I haven't been with a man who actually a-appreciated me since your father died..." She let out a moan as she grind his dick inside herself, his head stretching her cunt in ways he knew she probably forgot it could. She slid her hips forward, and his cock slid completely out of her mother. It only lasted a moment, her bottoms disappeared. He saw thrown from the water to the rocky outcropping she was holding desperately onto, using her tail to pull him back forward. He knew what she wanted, by instinct. "I-I know it's weird, your own mother. B-but I'm desperate. You being turned on by me... The feeling of your cock... P-please?" She pulled away from him and he immediately latched onto the rock as she climbed up, on her hands and knees, onto the small ledge.

The sight of her ass, as she looked back at him, the pleading look on her face was the exact same look she gave him when she wanted him to do a favor for him. The look of a Mother begging her son to do something important for him without any fuss. It was that kind of look that affected your heart, and you'd feel absolutely terrible if you didn't. The problem was... She wanted him to take place behind her. Behind that big, beautiful black furred ass, that rump's cheeks swaying back and forth as she hoped it was look enticing. The shining petals of her mother's cunt peeked at him from between her legs, spread just perfectly enough... She obviously had experience in trying to look enticing.

She was his mother. It was absolutely wrong. He didn't deny she was attractive. In his mind, the one that enjoyed naked pictures of women who were classified as MILFS, she was the perfect model of them all. Perhaps he was just using the magazine as an outlet to keep from lusting after his own mother. He seriously considered it.

He pulled himself up, water dripping from his waterlogged fur, and slid forward behind her. He rest his cock on her ass and spent a few moments admiring at his body waged war against his mind. His cock said "Fuck her hard! You've never had a girl, and this is more woman than you'll ever be able to handle!" And his mind said "This is your mother. YOUR MOTHER! Don't do it James! It's wrong, it's disgusting! That's the cunt you came out of you stupid boy!"

His cock won. He grabbed ahold of his shaft, pointed it, and in single thrust, spearheaded his cock into her depths. Her pussy fit like a latex glove. She let out a groan and pushed her thick, beautiful ass back against his hips, and he found himself unable to resist grabbing ahold of it. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her butt, kneading it and spreading her cheeks. The tiny pink pucker just under her tail looked just as beautiful as the one's of the women in his magazine.

He laid forward against her back, and wrapped his arms around her stomach. She used a hand to guide one of his up to her chest... And shoved the top up so he could grab the big beautiful breasts of his mother, getting the hint and taking one of her boobs in each hand as he began fucking her in earnest. His hips gave wet, loud slaps against furred flesh of her ass, and he took a second to watch that butt jiggle. God did it look amazing. He laid back over her and gripped her tits hard, nosing into his mother's neck and letting out a soft groan. She had slipped a hand down between her thighs, and he could guess what she was doing, the way her pussy was squeezing and clenching. Her fingers were no doubt rubbing furiously at her clit as she enjoyed the thick male length stuffed inside her. "F-fuck... M-mom you're... You're so tight!" He whimpered as he ground his hips up against her ass.

"I-I don't... I haven't had anything in me since I was with Derrick, baby..." She said quietly between gasps. "I-I'm not going to last long, James. I-I'm gonna come soon, sweet heart!" Her voice was growing strained every time he forced her heated walls apart with his cock, balls slapping lewdly and loudly against her. He nodded into her neck, and couldn't help but kiss it, tugging softly at it with his teeth, his fingers digging into the flesh of his mother's breasts.

"M-mom I-I'm gonna cum too..." He said rather quietly. He was going to have an orgasm fucking the very cunt he came out of. He couldn't keep the image of coming INTO it out of his mind. "I-I'll just... I'll pull out okay Mom?"

"B-baby, James you can call me Merian if you want." She whimpered. Maybe she thought he was uncomfortable calling her mother while balls deep in her cunt. He shoved his cock even harder into her at that, making her let out a loud yelp. He was definitely too rough with that. She liked it.

"Mom" he began, his voice low, his tone dangerous. "I've been looking at porn magazines of big beautiful babes for years. None of those women have anything on you. Nothing is going to change that you're the sexiest Mom a kid could have." He punctuated that with another HARD hump, his hips bouncing against her ass, making her flesh wobble, once... Twice... Three times. And she came. She came haaaaard.

She let out a wail that echoed in the cavern in weird ways and clamped her mouth shut, a muffled 'Mmphh' the only thing that was able to eek out of her after that. Her cunt started pulsating, squeezing at a fast, erratic rythym at his shaft. She suddenly did NOT want him to pull out. And using the strength of her tail, kept him from pulling back for a final thrust properly.

He experienced the full might of a female's pleasured genitals, and had no choice but to let loose. "O-oh fuck! MOM! I'm cumming!" He shouted, and despite his initial attempt to pull out, he gave up and ground his hips against his mom's fat, beautiful furry ass as he blew his load. Thick strands of gooey squirrel cum painted his mother's insides white. It was definitely white, as some forced it's way back out and dripped down her thigh, diluted with his mother's femcum. Yes, it was very white, very thick, and there was a lot of it.

She slumped forwards, and inadvertently pulled him down with him in the middle of his orgasm, and his cock slipped out. When he landed on her back, his shaft was shoved into the crevasse of her ass, and the rest of his boy-goo oozed out between her buttcheeks. They laid like that for some time, panting and heaving with heavy breaths, before he rolled off his mother.

"M-mom... T-that was... That was fucking amazing." He said, still panting for breath, his chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling of the cavern. It was uncomfortable lying on the rock, but that didn't matter to him. He was too jaded in his afterglow to give a damn.

"L-language, James." She said. She tried to sound stern, but only managed to sound tired as she rolled over to tug her son in to cuddle lightly against her side. They lay there for a few minutes in silence before deciding then was a good time to get up.

"Oh, James. Looks like your trunks weren't lost afterall." She said with a small smile, pointing down near the small underground inlet. They were stuck to a rock in the water, just under the roots of the tree.

She swam after them after slipping her bottoms on, ignoring the feel of her son's cum squishing and slipping between her ass cheeks... And oozed to stain her swimsuit. He stared after her, relaxing on the rock they screwed on, and watched her splash about. "Hey mom?" He said, a sudden heavy feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

"Yes sweetie?" She asked, handing him his trunks.

"You're not on birth control are you?" He bit the tip of his tongue, afraid of the answer.

"Well, I haven't had sex in over a year, James. I've never really had reason to use it." Her tone was very matter of factly, and she sunk back down into the water, offering a hand for him. They were going to have to swim back out the way they came. "Why do you as-... Oh."

"Well, fuck." He said, more out of dread than anything.

"LANGUAGE!"

They took a full hour to swim against the light current, her son actually doing his best to kick at the water and boost them along. He really just splashed a lot, and as they swam to shore they came along a strange sight.

They stood over James' two friends, the leopard boy pinned to the ground, moaning against the lips of Keith, the rabbit's ears twitching atop his head as he devoured the felines lips. James watched in wonder as Tommy seemed to hump his hips upward, making the hand of his rabbit friend rather apparent, pumping Tommy's thick, throbbing cat cock in his shorts.

They suddenly froze, and turned their heads to stare at James and his mother in horror, the squirrels looming ominously. Keith let out a small whimper as he pulled off the apparently submissive cat's lips. "W-we can explain. Th-this isn't what it looks like, w-we were jus-"

"Stow it Keith. I've know you were faggots for quite a while now." James said tiredly. "This doesn't compare to when I found you railing Tommy's ass." Tommy, the poor embarrassed feline, had the decency to look ashamed. "I think, after finding out my two best friends are gay, and now me fucking my own mother..." The boys each shared a look, jaws now dropped, as if that was far weirder than the squirrels finding them in a compromising situation. "That nothing will ever surprise me again."

He was proven absolutely wrong the next day, meeting his neighbor who had just arrived at the campsite the next day, a Skunk named Sam, and finding out that his twin sister was pregnant. With Sam's kit.

"Fuck everything." The poor confused squirrel said, planting his face directly into his palms.