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Malice knocked on the door of her friend's house. It opened to reveal a very attractive white wolf standing stark

naked and a little ruffled.

"When you said you wanted to talk I had no idea this is what you had in mind." The hyena smiled as she

reached for the breasts of the wolf.

"Come in." Harriet said as she turned inside, barely aware of the playful advance Malice had made. The two

figures retreated to the depths of the house, the kitchen their destination.

"What in the world happened to your table?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Harriet sat down as her friend inspected the deep gashes in the

wooden tabletop.

"You want to talk to me about your table?"

The white wolf hesitated for a long while trying to think of how to start. Malice looked at her; her advances

earlier were an attempt to lift her friend's mood, but it hadn't worked. She knew Harriet had a serious matter on

her mind and needed a close friend to confide in, the time for play was over.

"It was Aron wasn't it?" Malice said seriously as she took a seat. Her friend just looked at her.

"Yes." Harriet paused for a moment, then continued "My god he was so good... he just came onto me. Malice

I've never felt anything like it in my life!"

The hyena could see the desire, worry and sorry in the eyes of her friend.

"I don't know what to do, I..." Harriet paused again and Malice let her go at her own pace as she struggled with

her mind. "I want him again."

Malice smiled at the sexy white wolf sitting across the desecrated table from her.

"So what's the matter?" the hyena asked simply.

"I can't... he's my son."

"You know, incest isn't that uncommon." Malice lied through her teeth, she had no idea if what she said was true,

but it was all she could do to console her friend.

"I know you're lying, Malice." Harriet looked at the hyena sternly.

"Ok, I am, but if you want him, why not?"

"For one, he should be with someone his own age. And what if he gets me pregnant?" The wolf was beginning to

get distraught.

"Slow down Harriet, it's not the end of the world. Why don't you start from the beginning." Malice placed her

chin on the palm of her left hand and leaned against a small, unscarred patch on the table, her right

hand creeping down the front of her black pants.

"He'd just broken up with his girlfriend, I said to him he should go out and do something wild to get his mind off

her, have some fun." Harriet's eyes began to glaze over with lust as her mind returned to the events from just a

couple of hours ago. The hyena fingered herself as she listened to her friend recite detail after detail about the

lustful encounter.

"You're masturbating aren't you?" Harriet's tone changed to one of cold fact and Malice sat up with a start.

"No." The hyena lied as she pulled her hand from her pants and licked the juices from her dark furred fingers.

Harriet looked at her friend and listened as she began to talk.

"Clearly Aron has no problem with this little fling, as for getting pregnant, we have so many medical precautions

that work perfectly to prevent any little surprises." Harriet knew the hyena spoke the truth this time and her

words sunk in.

"You enjoyed it didn't you? So go for it. If you don't, it'll only be torture for yourself. Do you want to torture your

body like that for the rest of your life?" Wolf looked at hyena, the words in the air making so much sense it

scared her.

"I don't know what else to say, that's my opinion, ultimately it's up to you. I'm going to go now, Derrick and I are

going shopping... sort of." A devilish smile flicked across the voluptuous hyena as she stood and made her way

to the front door. On her way out, Malice went past her friend and gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

"I know you'll make the right choice, even if you think it's the wrong one." The hyena whispered into the ear of

her friend.

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The sexy wolf spent the rest of the day in her room with the door closed, her mind battling to decide what she

should or shouldn't do. She sat on the edge of her bed nursing a glass of red wine all day and all evening,

taking the slightest of sips every hour or so. With her mind wondering, she didn't even notice when Aron came

home.

Sitting on the bed, Harriet's mind slowly ceased to work and she just sat there, listening to the sound of her

clock ticking as the darkness of night claimed her bedroom.

Light coursed into the room once more as the moon rose into the sky outside. The pale white light drove

Harriet out of her almost vegetative state as it flowed around her naked body. Looking at her clock, the wolf was

almost amazed at how much time had passed without her noticing; it was late and the house was dead silent.

With a gentle creak, Harriet opened her bedroom door and made her way to her son's bedroom. She softly

stepped towards the side of his bed and looked down at him. Aron's black fur smelt of seawater but was soft at a

touch; he'd showered briefly at the beach before returning home.

Harriet leaned down to gently peck her son goodnight on the nose. The warm motherly kiss quickly became a

passionate lover's kiss when Aron's right hand grasped the exposed breast of the beautiful white wolf standing

over him. Her son swept the bed sheet off his body unveiling his thick tower of muscle. Without a moment's

hesitation, Harriet crawled onto the bed and positioned herself over her son's penis. The white didn't even

consider her actions, her mind was already flooded with lust once again.

Aron lay on the bed and let his mother mount him, as she did, he firmly massaged her ample bust. Moving

slowly, the white wolf lowered herself onto the thick shaft, her eyes shallow and distant. The black lifted his

hips slightly as his body slid into the warmth of she who once gave birth to him.

The fur of his mother felt just a little coarse on the padding of Aron's hands, but the skin beneath was as

smooth as ever. He squeezed firmly and pushed her breasts up as she leaned forward and began her motions.

Her breathing paced, Harriet lifted herself, her juices lubricating the friction between her own insides and her

son's large erection. Placing her hands on the black's chest, the white lifted until just the tip of Aron's small

limb was still inside her folds. All Harriet's attention was focused on the feeling of the skin and muscle log

moving against her walls.

With all her strength, the sinful mother slammed her body downwards, driving her son's penis deep inside.

Aron arched his back as his mother's body encompassed his own, committing probably the evilest of sins and

probably the most enjoyable. Harriet lifted herself once again and let her body fall, swallowing Aron between

her legs.

The lust filled wolf repeated her actions numerous times, pausing for a moment before lifting herself, letting the

wave of pleasure subside like the lapping waves of a beach before sending another through her body.

Aron's pleasure only built up, his mother's pelvic muscles contracting and expanding around his penis. As her

movements increased in speed, so too did the massive well of pleasure building inside both their bodies.

Son began to growl as mother started crying out, her head back with her eyes closed. Harriet's grip on her son's

chest fur tightened as she pumped up and down, driving his manhood deep inside her body.

Aron's growls turned to grunts and his mother's cries turned to screams before finally breaking out into a mighty

howl of ecstasy as an orgasm tore through her body. Several neighbors came outside to see what the howling

was about, but saw nothing. As the bestial sound rolled into the distance, mother collapsed onto son and lay

there, breathing heavily.

Neither said a word. Harriet just lay on her son's chest, her breasts pressing against his body and her nostrils

filling with the salty smell mixed with the scent of her own sinful flesh and blood. Aron welcomed his mother

into his life as his new lover; the two wolves fell asleep that night with Aron tracing random patterns in her fur on

his mother's back as she lay on top of him.

Whispered rumors circled the neighborhood as howls of ecstasy flooded from the wolves' house each morning

and each night, sometimes even in the early afternoon. Nobody ever confronted Harriet or her son, but many

speculated that the walls witnessed sinful acts of incest many times as no other man or women was ever seen

entering or exiting the house while mother and son were seen often together acting more like lovers than a

parent and her offspring.