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Moonstruck Mother Memoir – Steamy Spa Session

You know what's the sweetest phrase one can hear in their adult life? No, seriously? Something better than 'I love you' or 'On Sale 50% Off!' or even 'Do worry dude, I'll pay this time'. No. What's better than all of these are three simple words.

Paid time off. Hell yeah.

What was today? April 17th, right? Jeeze, why was it so hot? Seriously, it seemed unnaturally hot for a spring day; almost like it was summer. Ugh... fucking... global warming. Bleh. Whatever. Guess he should have rented out another car. Perhaps one with an open top so that he could feel the wind blow through his hair and fur.

Nope! Nooooooope! Nuh-uh! Nope! Not gonna happen! He was not going to ruin his vacation bemoaning stuff already out of his control! What mattered was the here, the now... and what was soon to be.

And the 'soon to be's' name was...

Neptune's Bathhouse!

Its name was whispered among the others in his office. A special place to go to and get away from the city and all of its woes. Sure, it's a few hours away to get to, but the trip is well worth it. Once you break free of Willington and all of its humdrum, you'll come to a place where there's nothing but rest and relaxation.

He could use a lot of both, really.

It was a trip he had planned for the past few months. You see, his turnover period was approaching; that moment in time where he was first hired at his job, and his allotted paid time off would be reset. He either used his days of paid time off now, or he misses out the chance to use them all year.

He was not going to pass that up.

So here they were, driving down the roads towards Neptune's Bathhouse: a spa and resort that was the talk of his business. Wait... they? Yes, they; the both of them. The two of them. A wolf and a vixen. A pair of lovers. A son and his mother.

You'd never know if you were to look at them, however. How could you possibly confuse them for anything but a pair of lovers? Not just from the fact that intimacy between mother and son was... well... wrong, but also because they just did not look the same.

One was a wolf, his fur black, his ears pointed, his snout long, and his eyes a deep brown. He had a strong and stout body... even if he was a tad bit shorter than other wolves his age and species. Not that this meant much, since he was still taller compared to most others next to him.

Case in point, the vixen next to him.

Everything he was, she was the opposite. He was a wolf, she was a fox. Whereas his fur was black to the point that it seemed to be devoid of light, her black fur shimmered like midnight. Whereas he was uniform and serious to a stiff degree, she had more vibrancy to her, specifically in her hair. Jade-green highlights streaked through her hair like streamers, adding to her youthful energy, alongside the twintails she wore. And – lastly – whereas he didn't wear glasses, she did, having these angular, red-rimmed glasses on her face and pointed nose. She may have been an older woman, but she certainly didn't look like one... nor did she act like one.

Connor Hail and Misty Hail: son and mother... and also secret lovers.

It's a long story...

They lived in Connor's apartment in Willington. He was an office worker at Gold Star Inc.'s northern branch, and she was a waitress at Victorian Cafe, a maid cafe. From the outside, they operated like your typical mother and son. On the inside – behind closed doors – their relationship was far more taboo.

Again... it's a long story.

“Ugh... darling,” said the vixen as she extended her arms back above her head, “Hrrrggh...! How much longer until we arrive? I'm getting so booorrreedd!”

“Tch... do you want to try your hand at driving, then?” asked Connor as he glanced over towards her, “Calm down, we're almost there...” he paused, looking around a bit, “Seems a bit busy today... I never would've thought Document City wouldn't be so active.”

“Oooooh! When's the last time I went to Document City?” said Misty, squealing as she shook in place, “It's sooooo big. Not as big as Willington, of course, buuuuuuuut, Willington is so boring! All the bridges, and all the buildings! Bleh! It has no style at all! Hmm... maybe we should move to Document City.”

“Tch! Do you have 'move to Document City' money?” he replied sarcastically.

“Gah! You're no fun, Connor! No fun at all!”

He rolled his eyes, but she laughed, finding amusement with his words and demeanor. As annoying as it was though, he couldn't help but to laugh alongside his mother. This was their vacation! And, dammit, he was going to enjoy it for as much as he could!

Hell yeah!

Which brought them... here! As they turned a corner, Misty's eyes grew bright. Before her was a building unlike the other buildings surrounding it. Instead of being made of steel and concrete, this structure was a near pure and opulent white, seemingly made of stone and marble like a Greek or Roman temple. There were even reliefs on the wall depicting Neptune himself! One could feel the divinity of this structure from eyesight alone, and they were only getting closer.

“This place,” Misty muttered as they parked outside the building, “It looks so... ah... expensive...” she looked back at her son, “Do you... can you even afford it?”

“Honestly? I'm not too sure,” Connor replied with a sarcastic grin, “But I'm not gonna let this chance pass me by!”

When their (rented) car came to a halt, Misty could feel a pulse of excitement rush through his body. They had rented a room here; just the two of them for the next few days. They could spend aaaaallll the time they needed recuperating after so many days – months – of hard work without vacation in sight.

Ooooooh! She couldn't stop her tail from wagging!

Connor got out first, where he stood for a few moments to bask in the sunshine that rained upon him. Tipping his head back and keeping his hand above his eyes, he cast a shadow over his face so he could better gaze at the opulent structure before him. On the outside, this may seem simple; a humble vacation for a hardworking wolf such as himself. But for Connor, it was so much more. In an odd way, this was the culmination of all his hard work, finally crystallizing itself.

A bit verbose, yes... but no less honest. Now then...

Walking over towards his mother's side of the (rented) car, Connor opened it up and helped her out. The vixen thanked him silently, nodded her head too, all as this alluring smile appeared on her lips. He couldn't help but to roll his eyes, making her chuckle.

It was hand in hand that the two walked for Neptune's Bathhouse together, walking under its arched walls and through its front doors. And when they entered the lobby of this majestic building.

“Woooow...”

Misty's eyes grew wide.

A bright glow traveled through her green eyes as she looked up and around in sheer decadence of the white walls and pillars around her. There were even a few busts of the supposed Roman god himself, spear in hand! Seeing it all made her clutch Connor's hand even harder, something that made him chuckle silently as they came to the bathhouse's front desk.

And, again, Misty's eyes grew wide.

She was expecting some tall and beautiful hostess. That's the type of people who run these kinds of places, right? Especially with its Greco-Roman inspired details? Perhaps a sharkess with black hair and a regal disposition? Well, she got the shark part right. But a female shark? No. No. No, no, no. No.

On the other side of the desk was not a female shark, but a male shark. A big, strong, barrel-chested shark! He loomed over Misty and Connor, looking less like a beastkin, and more like a wall! Scales that ran between shades of white and blue, thin black hair that fell clean along his head, and this gentle smile on his handsome face. And it's not like he was attempting to hide his body! Perhaps because it was a bathhouse, this shark wore nothing but elegant robes. They were white, with a blue sash tied around the waist, and a gold trim running along its edges. And it all hung close to his body as if emphasizing his herculean physique.

“Good morning,” greeted the shark with a gentle bow, “And welcome to Neptune's Bathhouse. May I ask if you have an appointment?”

“I uh...! I...! I...! Hhhhh...” Misty replied.

She babbled, attempting – and failing – to form a coherent sentence. Her eyes were even scrambling about, as if searching for some sort of escape. Maybe this is natural; she's a fox, and this big, burly, masculine shark was... well... a shark! And sharks are superior predators.

Thankfully, Connor was there. And... he was being a bit... uh... protective. Misty could feel it as her son wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close to the point that her eyes grew wide. She looked over towards her son, seeing a somewhat... defensive and even annoyed look in his eye.

“Yes, we do,” said Connor, “We have a reservation under the name Hail. Connor Hail, to be exact.”

“Connor Hail?” said the burly shark as he looked over towards a nearby computer screen, “Hmm... oh! There it is!” he then looked back, nodding and smiling, “It's our pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hail. Please, sign right here, and then follow me this way.”

“Riiiighht...”

Turning over a touch screen, the host coaxed Connor into signing it. He did so quickly, jotting down his name and address, before nodding. The host nodded before stepping back. Behind him were various hampers, of which contained inside were various bathrobes.

“Please,” said the shark, “Before we go, what are your sizes?”

“Large,” Connor answered.

“U-um... m-medium...” Misty answered too.

“Large and medium. Understood,” said the host as he grabbed a bathrobe of each size, “Now then, please follow me this way.”

Bathrobes in hand, the burly shark began leading the two down an adjoining hall. Connor and Misty followed behind, with the wolf appearing focused, while the vixen was this bashful, blushing beauty. She couldn't help but to look at this shark like he was some Greek Adonis! Maybe it's because she's a waitress at a maid cafe, but the number of times she's seen men as handsome as this shark could be counted on one hand.

Seriously! Outside of Connor, the type of people who come to maid cafes are typically not as chiseled as this bathhouse's host! In fact, a lot of people weren't as chiseled as this shark in all of Willington!

Hm... is this what heaven is like?

“Here is your room,” said the host as they came to a halt at a door, “There are brochures located all around the bathhouse, so please, take your time getting comfortable with Neptune's amenities, and enjoy your stay here to your heart's content.”

“Thanks,” said Connor.

“Th-thank you...” mumbled Misty.

The shark nodded, before retreating and pulling away, but not before giving Connor their bathrobes. When the host began to leave down the hall, Misty let out a deep breath that she hadn't realized she was holding in. She then turned and entered the room... where she pulled back and grew wide-eyed.

Even the bedrooms had this Roman vibe to it! The whites! The blues! The double-size bed! Sure, the bedroom wasn't the biggest bedroom in the world, but it was larger than their bedroom in their own apartment. And with it being inside of this wonderful and aesthetically pleasing room, Misty couldn't help but to feel like she had stepped into an entirely different world.

“Wow...” she mumbled... before falling face-first into the mattress, “Mmmmmph... so sooooffft...”

Soft indeed. She sank into the mattress by several inches, groaning all the while. That stopped when she felt another depression in the bed, causing her to turn and look over. Her gaze met Connor's, who sat there with his arms crossed while holding their bathrobes.

And... was he pouting?

“Something wrong, darling?” asked Misty as she leaned up, “Why are you looking like that?”

“Oh no, absolutely not,” he said sarcastically as he lifted the bathrobes over her head... and dropped them.

“Ah!?”

Covered in darkness briefly, Misty scrambled, tossing the bathrobes off of herself and launching upright. Glaring over towards her son, she watched as he shot up to his feet, this cheeky, taunting grin on his lips. Now she was the one pouting as she pointed her finger towards him.

“You...! Jerk!” she snapped, “That's a horrible way to treat your...! Eeep!” covering her mouth, she stopped herself from saying something rather implicit in a public space. Instead, she took a deep breath and glared at her son, “Well... you know.”

“Do I?” he replied, making her ears twitch and her head tilt.

“Hm? What does that mean? Are you trying to imply something about me?”

“Me? Noooooo,” he replied sarcastically, “It's just that...”

He paused for a moment, thinking about her reaction to the bathhouse's host. That big, burly, strong shark; she couldn't take her eyes off of him! Misty has always been a very, uh... hm... how do you say 'promiscuous' in a very kind and respectful manner? Oh, yeah. Misty had always been a very alluring woman, and was never shy in letting her eyes wonder. And, normally, that would gain nothing but an eye roll from Connor; he was used to it.

But there's a difference between the past when his mother was a mess of a vixen, and the present when his mother was his lover. Secret lover, but lover nonetheless. Gah... he never thought he'd be the jealous type, but he fucking was! Ugh!

“Bah... it doesn't matter,” he muttered with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Let's just enjoy ourselves here at Neptune's Bathhouse. I paid a lot of good money on this place, and there's a lot of things to do, so...” he nodded, “Don't hesitate to go to the baths, or get a massage, or whatever.”

“Oh a massage!?” said Misty.

He looked over at his mother, watching as her eyes grew wide and this bright look appeared on her face. She was quick to spring up to her feet soon after, her arms pumping through the air as she smiled from cheek to cheek.

“My back has been in sooooo much pain as of late!” she remarked, “All that bending over I've been doing! Not to mention my knees hurting me so much! And all of those positions you've been wanting to try out--”

“Could you... please stop that?”

“I'd love a massage! My body...! Oh! So stressed!”

Connor rolled his eyes, feeling incredible embarrassment at her words. Maybe they have been having rather... uh... spirited sex as of late, but he didn't think it would tire her body out that much! Then again, Misty was right – his requests in the bedroom had grown more adventurous, and she was always willing to give them a try.

“Then uh... sure, fine,” said the wolf with a shrug of his shoulders, “We can... uh... give it a try; a massage, that is. I hear that Neptune's Bathhouse gives pretty good massages. They have highly trained masseuse so--”

“Soooooo, what are we standing around for!? Let's get going, darling! Kufufufufu!”

Connor rolled his eyes and his cheeks turned red. While the idea of a massage sounded pleasant, he was more focused on who would be giving out the massage, more so than he was focused on the massage itself. The host of this bathhouse was a burly shark; would he be the person giving out the massage? Or would it be someone else? Perhaps another burly and Adonis-like man who would have his hands all over his mother's body?

Yes, if this was the opposite, and it was some hot woman giving out the massage, then this wouldn't be an issue. And, yes, the irony of the situation was completely lost on Connor. Oh well.

“Let's get down into these bathrobes, darling!” said Misty, her excitement having practically taken hold over her body, “I want to be as limber as a cat by the time they're done with me!”

“Umm... o-okay...”

Together, the wolf and vixen dressed down to underwear beneath. Vests, shirts, pants and sneakers; they all were peeled off their bodies, revealing their flesh and fur beneath. Connor's body – strong and fit – was revealed to the room. His broad chest, strong arms, and athletic physique; he had been the eye of many women at his job and just on the street. Hey, he didn't visit the gym semi-regularly for no reason.

But, let's face it, he wasn't focused on himself. Sure, while he may be – secretly – mentally comparing himself to the bathhouse's burly host, his eyes couldn't help but to steal glances at his mother next to him.

If you were to see Misty Hail on the street, you'd never know she was a mother. Hell, if you were to see Misty Hail on the street, you'd never know she was a middle-aged woman! Misty Hail always – always – appeared youthful and energetic. From her shapely waist, to her wide hips, to her pronounced chest, she was a vixen who oozed beauty and grace. Her shimmering midnight fur and the green highlights in her hair helped add to her youthful pop and glow. And with those white bathrobes tied tight around her body, her voluptuous figure was even more on display.

Jeeze, now Connor was beginning to wonder: What's better? Misty in a bathrobe, or Misty in a maid uniform? Both. Both were really fucking good.

“Darling?” said the fox as she turned to face her son, “Oh wow...” then her eyes grew bright, “That bathrobe looks really good on you! Kufufufu! Far better than the robes we have back at home!”

“Tch... what robes?” he replied sarcastically, making her giggle.

“Exactly! Kufufufufu!”

Stepping closer, Misty's hands fell upon the seams of Connor's robes, clutching and tugging them. They were fixed so firmly to his broad body, as if helping to flaunt how chiseled his pectoral muscles were. Just seeing his body like this made her cheeks turn red and brought a laugh from her lips... while Connor's cheeks turned red too. Why? For... hm... two very busty and obvious reasons.

The tightness of Misty's bathrobes meant that the bodice of her attire caused her breasts to be clinched against her chest. And with that subtle squeeze on them, oh, they looked so pronounced. As if just begging to be squeezed. Connor's hand even twitched, as if jumping at the chance to do so. But before his hand could move too far, he gripped his wrist, keeping himself in place.

“Not now...” he growled to himself, making Misty's ear twitch.

“Something wrong, darling?” she asked, to which he shook his head.

“I'm... fine...” he mumbled as he averted his gaze.

“Great! Now then!” she extended her hand towards him, “Let's get going! I wanna explore this place!”

For a few moments, Misty held her hand out for him. And after some time where he regained his composure, Connor grabbed his mother's hand. Together, the both of them exited their rented room, where they began walking through the halls of Neptune's Bathhouse together.

Soooooo many questions ran through Misty's head at the moment, all of which being about this place and its many, many secrets. While she looked up information about Neptune's Bathhouse beforehand, a lot of her research came back empty handed, outside of a basic history lesson. Apparently, the spa was created on the west coast by a woman named Ceto Lint. It was such a hit over there that she decided to open up another spa on the east coast; in Document City. Which is where they are now!

Hah!

But what her research failed to tell her was just how beautiful the spa was. The Greco-Roman aesthetic of the exterior extended not just to the front lobby and bedrooms, but to the halls as well. Misty's eyes were alight as she gazed at the whites and soft blues around her, bringing to mind thoughts of ocean gods and mythical heroes. She was so enthralled by everything, she hadn't noticed all the hunky men in the area.

She didn't notice it... but Connor certainly did.

Were all the men who worked at Neptune's Bathhouse required to be fucking Adonises!? Like, seriously, they were! Like the spa's host, the workers here were these six feet male beastkin, almost all of whom were a predatory species. Eagles, alligators, other wolves of course. And the only beastkin who wasn't a predator species was a fucking horse! And, of course, he was jacked as hell!

These men walked left and right, going about their business. Occasionally they'd politely say 'Hello', or ask the Hails if they needed help going somewhere. Misty was too starry-eyed to answer, and all Connor could say was a curt 'No thank you'.

It all came back to this newfound jealous side within him. Wait... no. Calling it 'newfound' implies that it's something that only began happening recently. In reality, his jealous side was born the moment his mother began working at that maid cafe in earnest. Hearing her call other men her 'master', and how she smiled at them, laughed at them, giggled at them, caused his blood to boil. He hid it well – and he often chided himself afterwards – but that didn't make him feel any better.

Like... fuck! What's wrong with him!? Was he some controlling punk or something like that!? Ugh!

While the wolf waged his mental war of shame and jealousy, the vixen at his side noticed a brochure hanging from a nearby wall. Swiping it over and opening it up, she saw that the brochure contained a map of the bathhouse's entire estate. And, oh my, it was far larger than she thought it would be!

So many rooms to rent out, and so many areas to relax and unwind in! There were many smaller baths for private bathing, as well as smaller saunas for private sweating. But there was also a large area meant for public bathing, and public saunas too. Just thinking about it made Misty's cheeks turn red as her mind raced with thoughts.

Public bathing? Public saunas? All of these strong and handsome men, in these Greek-inspired chambers? Water and sweat oozing down the curves of their perfectly chiseled muscles? Their bodies, glowing like Grecian busts, as if flaunting their divine glory? And – for no particular reason at all – they'd all stand there with exaggerated and outlandish poses, further drawing attention to how perfect their bodies were?

“Oh... oh... oh! Oh my~” said Misty as she began fanning herself.

“Nggrh... Mom...” Connor whispered as he gave his mother a sideways glance, causing her to snap in place.

“Hm? Did I say something?” she replied with a blushing smile, “I assure you, Connor, nothing shameless was going on through my head! Shame on you for implying otherwise! Now then...!” she then raised her brochure, and smacked it against his forehead, “After enough searching, I have found the masseuse. They should be right over... here! See? Kufufufufu!”

“Hmmm...”

Connor gave his mother an annoyed glare, one that did not fade even as she continued laughing dismissively. Ultimately however, he relented, sighing as he brought his eyes down towards the brochure. There were many more areas at the bathhouse, from a room with tanning beds, to a room with... mud baths? Would that work as well on fur as it does on skin and scales? Hmm...

Ah, there it was; the massage parlor. It was just a little further north and on the left, then on the right most door. Okay then.

“Let's go.”

“Kufufufufu! I'm so excited!”

Clutching tighter upon her son's hand, Misty suddenly took the lead as she began guiding them down the hall at a quickened pace. Connor was practically tugged forward as he rolled his eyes, annoyed by how excited she was... but also somewhat entertained by it all.

So they went down the hall, turned to the left, and went down another (shorter) hall until they arrived at their destination: the massage parlor. Bringing his hand down, Connor grabbed the doors knob, twisted it, pushed it open, and--

“Oh! Ufufufu! Good morning!”

Who they found greeting them was – of course – another guy. At least... Connor was sure he was a guy. He looked almost too feminine to be a guy.

He was a lean and lithe fox, his figure graceful and – once again – feminine. His fur was a light brown, but his hair was curly and pink. He had bright blue eyes, this charming smile on his lips, and wore a button up shirt and tan slacks like some office worker. But his sleeves were rolled up, exposing the toned and defined musculature on his arms.

And the way he spoke?

“Are you here for a massage? You'd be the first visitors of the day!”

“Oh... w-wow...!” said Misty, her eyes growing bright and her features frazzled as she gazed at this dainty, young, pink-haired fox, “I-I mean! Y-yes! Me and... uh... m-my darling here!” raising her hand, she patted Connor's chest, “We're here for a massage. The both of us!”

“Lovely, lovely! Ufufufufu!” said the fox as he clapped his hands together, “Come this way, okay? My partner and I have been waiting to get our hands onto some guests today, so you are in luck! Ufufufufu!”

“Oh! G-great!” said Misty... before tugging a rather begrudged Connor forward, “C-come on, darling. Our masseuse is this way!”

“Rrriiiigghht...”

Seriously, did this place just have a bunch of guys in its woodwork? Were there no female workers here!? And... fuck... why did this guy look so fucking cute!? Like, seriously, Connor's no bisexual or anything, but he couldn't deny that this pink-haired fox had such a lovely figure! Hm... maybe getting massaged by him wouldn't be so bad.

GAH! WHAT WAS HE THINKING!?

Cheeks red with embarrassment, Connor was led forward by Misty, the both of them following behind the pink-haired fox. The massage parlor was markedly different from the rest of the bathhouse. Instead of being white and blue like a Roman temple, it was brown and warm like a tropical cabin. At the back of the room were even paper doors which the pink-haired fox moved aside, revealing an even larger chamber with two white massage tables resting side by side.

“This is where the magic happens,” said the feminine fox, his tail wagging, “Here, my partner and I will tend to the sore aches and pains within your bodies, and make you two feel as good as new!”

“Your... partner...” repeated Connor, “Where is this partner of yours?”

“I'm right here,” a deeper voice suddenly rang from behind.

Connor jumped in place, the sound sending shudders down his spine. That was the type of sound that instantly makes your fight or flight response kick in! And that feeling only got worse when he turned around and saw...

A bull. A big, burly, black bull. A bull with fur so black, it was onyx. A bull with musculature so great, it was like he could lift the heavens. And his horns? His great, powerful, mighty, horns!? They looked strong enough to dent steel and bend metal! Not to mention how he loomed over both Connor and Misty like some sort of living wall!

“Good morning,” said the bull, his booming voice echoing off the wall, “You are our first guests for the morning?”

“Ah! There you are, Hank!” said the fox as he walked over towards the bull, “I was wondering where you were!” he then flinched and jolted upright, “Oh! My apologies! I forgot to tell you!” spinning around, the pink-haired fox faced Connor and Misty and gave them a bow, “My name is Taylor! And this handsome man here with me is my partner, Hank! We'll be mending your bodies, promise!”

“Please,” said Hank as he gestured for the massage tables, “Remove your bathrobes and relax. We'll get to work shortly.”

Connor didn't know what to say. He felt like he was standing face to face with the two most likely suspects in the world to seduce his mom! A big burly bull one way, and a fastidious feminine fox the other! Damn! If he didn't feel jealous and inadequate before, then he sure as hell felt it now!

And Misty?

Misty was in heaven!

A big strong man one way, a dainty and cute man the other, and then she had her son here too! Did they get into a car accident on the way here and this was just a delayed reaction!? Was she secretly in some risque part of Paradise!?

Neptune's Bathhouse indeed. Only the gods themselves could create something so wondrous.

Misty was quick to begin removing her bathrobes. Perhaps too quick. Her hands moved with the speed of a feline, nearly tearing her robes off her body like she was shredding through paper! Thankfully, Connor had a more calm head, and was quick to grab his blushing mother's hands, causing her to stop.

“Eheheheh...! D-don't mind her,” he said with a sheepish chuckle, “This is her first time getting a massage... she's... a bit shaky.”

“Oh, is that so?” Taylor as he raised his hands and clapped them together, a smile adorning his dainty lips, “Then, please, allow me to be her masseuse. I understand how embarrassing a person's first massage can be, and I assure you, I will be very thorough in her treatment! Ufufufufu!”

Why did he say it that way? Why did he giggle after? Didn't he know he was only making things more awkward!? If not for Misty, then certainly for Connor! Knowing this femboy fox's hands were going to be on his mother's body, did not make him feel any better!

But... wait... the wolf was forgetting something; something that was far more pressing. Because if Taylor was going to be massaging Misty... then... that means... Hank was going to be massaging... oh... oh no...

“Are you ready, sir?” asked the bull, causing a cold sweat to break down Connor's spine, “If you please, could you remove your bathrobe?”

“I... um...” the wolf mumbled back as he gave a sideways glance towards Hank, “Um... uh... s-s-sure... uh... sure...”

He could've sworn the bull was grinning at him, as if secretly enjoying how awkward this situation was. But Connor didn't say a word. His beliefs were unsubstantiated anyway...

Together, Connor and Misty removed their bathrobes. The wolf was slow, peeling off his white robes like he was a bashful teen undressing in the boy's locker room all over again. His mother, however, was far more forthcoming. Like before, she was far quicker to undo the sash of her robes, letting it fall slack around her feet, much to Taylor's amusement.

“Oh my! Someone's excited,” he said as he collected Misty's robes from the floor. Likewise for Hank, who also grabbed Connor's robes, “Now then, could you two please lay down on the massage tables? We will commence shortly thereafter.”

Once again, leave it to Misty to be excited. Perhaps too excited. There was a small step ladder that sat before the massage tables, allowing a guest to easily climb up it and lay themselves down. Not for this vixen however, who practically pounced the table, laying her chest flat on it, and resting her head in its pillow. That left Connor, who continued standing there in only his underwear, still embarrassed by what was about to happen.

This small step ladder – only two steps at most – felt like an insurmountable mountain to the wolf. Even taking one step up was enough to make his heart race. And when he looked over, he saw... Taylor was smiling at him... Hank was smiling too... and Misty? Ah... his mother was far too excited to care, as she practically vibrated upon the surface of her massage table.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh! Fine! Let's just... get this over with...

Finally, Connor laid himself upon the surface of the massage table, chest first. His cheeks were red and his eyes were closed, still trying to swallow down the embarrassment he felt. Trying... and absolutely failing.

Fortunately for him, neither of their masseuses seemed to notice. Then again... they probably saw someone act like him all the time.

“Great! Now that we're all ready,” said Taylor as he looked at his partner, “Hank, could you please be a dear and roll out the lotions?”

“Heh heh... of course.”

The bull briefly moved aside, before returning with a rolling cabinet. Upon the surface of said cabinet stood various bottles of lotions and ointments, all of which came with a variety of scents and odors with exotic names. There were simple ones like 'Sea Breeze' or 'Ocean Waves'... or fucking 'Pinewood'. But then there were more... uh... racy names like 'Summer Heat' or 'Midnight Kiss'. Hell, even something as simple as 'Passion Fruit' sounded dubious. And... what the hell does 'Midnight Kiss' even smell like!?

“Tell me, are there any scents that intrigue you?” asked Taylor, to which Misty practically bolted up.

“Midnight Kiss!” she shouted out energetically... before calming down a tinge, “Uh... Kufufu... s-sorry... didn't know I'd be so... hm... loud.”

“Ufufufu! It's okay, a lot of people get like that,” replied Taylor as she grabbed that bottle titled 'Midnight Kiss', “And, if I do say so myself, lovely choice of lotion. Midnight Kiss is my favorite.”

Connor raised an eyebrow at his words. Was that fox trying to flirt with his mom!? How brazen could you be!? Seriously, he was right here! Of course, the fox didn't know that he and his mother were fucking... although... he probably thought that they were either dating or possibly even married instead of being mother and son, but still! For a femboy, he clearly had balls!

Either that, or the wolf's imagination was exaggerating things. Yeah, most likely that.

“How about you, sir?” asked Hank, his deep voice ringing in Connor's ears and causing him to snap out of his thoughts, “What scent would you prefer?”

“I... uh... hm...”

Connor's brown eyes cut over. Taylor had lifted up that bottle of 'Midnight Kiss', and begun pouring its contents upon his immaculate, slender, dainty, fingers. The lotion was some shimmering and thick color; like a reflective indigo. And it oooooozzzzzed between his fingers like a web of sin. Once, twice, thrice, the femboy fox would open and close his hands, as if testing the viscosity of his lotion, before he shifted his blue eyes down towards the vixen's body.

“Are you ready, ma'am?” he asked, his tone so sweet.

Just hearing that...

“Grrrrg...”

Caused Connor to give a slight growl.

“Sir?” said Hank, once again snapping him back to reality.

“Oh! Shoot! R-right!” he mumbled with a shake of his head, “Uh... the Sea Breeze. I'd like the Sea Breeze.”

“Of course. Right away, sir.”

Much like Taylor before him, Hank too grabbed a bottle of lotion. And also like Taylor, he poured it upon his big, strong, burly hands, causing them to shimmer a bright, white color. He even opened and closed his hands to mirror the fox; he too testing to make sure this bottle of lotion had no flaw within them.

Not that Connor cared. He was far too focused on the femboy fox who was bringing his hands closer and closer to his mother's backside. It was like watching the slow reveal of a killer in a horror movie; their hands emerging from the darkness as they approached their unsuspecting victim's neck. But when this fox's hands touched Misty's back...

“Oh!? Oooooooooooooohhh...”

She melted almost instantly.

The vixen sank into the massage table, her eyes rolling back as this pleasurable smile appeared on her lips. With talented movements, Taylor's hands and fingers began traveling along her back, pushing and squeezing at random areas of her body. Her trapezius, her latissimus dorsi, her teres major; not one area of her backside was left unexplored by Taylor's talented fingers. And as his hands danced along Misty's body, he worked that lotion into her flesh and fur, causing her body to glisten and radiate like some idol.

“Oh... oh... oh... oooohhhh,” the vixen groaned as she melted further upon the surface of the massage table, “This is... hrrrrnnn...”

“Just relax, ma'am,” said the vixen as he continued massaging her body, “Feel free to go to sleep. You'll wake up much airier when it's finished, I assure you.”

“Hmm... I just might...” she replied, her voice slurring like she had one too many at the bar. Connor would know; she drank almost all the time back at their apartment.

But hearing her sound like this in this context – with these other guys around – was disarming for him... frustrating too... and oh so damn annoying. He came this close – thhhiiiiissss close – to springing up from this table and cutting this all short right here and now. There was just one slight issue with that.

“Your turn.”

Push!

“Hmm!?”

Hank was above him, and his hands fell on the wolf’s back. Connor tensed up, his eyes swelling like balloons as the burly bull began massaging him. The wolf felt his fingers squeeze and grope at his back muscles and sides, touching him in a manner he'd never been touched before! He attempted to speak, but all that came out was-

“Aah...?”

“Hm. Hmmm...” mumbled the bull as he looked Connor up and down, “You are very tense, sir. Are you okay? Do you not get much time to relax back home?”

Connor couldn't respond. How could he respond when his hands were kneading his back in a manner so... so... so... amazing!? The way Hank touched him – squeezing his muscles, kneading his muscles, massaging his muscles – all caused the wolf to melt. The bull may have been a wall of muscle, but he could be as deft and as dangerous as a covert knife. The way he targeted Connor's weak spot was too damn good!

“Perhaps you should try scented candles,” said Hank casually as he continued massaging Connor's back, “You look like you could use the relaxation, sir. I have no doubts you're a hardworking man, but please, pay attention to your own well-being. We wouldn't want you suffering some unfortunate, stress-related medical issues, would we?”

“Hrrghgh...”

Damn. Fuck. Damn. Fuck. Damn. FUCK! Here was Connor, trying to be angry, his ears listening to the pleasurable groans that left his mother's lips... while he himself was groaning in fucking pleasure! How the hell was he supposed to keep his anger if he was feeling good!? It's not fucking possible!

FUCK!

Ugh... fuck it then. The longer this went on, the harder it became for him to keep that anger he had towards his mother's massage. Instead, he relaxed there, melting further and further against the massage table. Maybe he'd get some sleep too.

Hoooh...

90 minutes. It took 90 minutes for their messages to be complete. 90 long, pleasurable, relaxing minutes. And, honestly, while it was happening, it felt like time was passing by. Connor couldn't remember much beyond the beginning. It's like his head was dipping in and out of consciousness. By the time he returned to reality, it was over, and he and Misty were allowed to stand. Although, saying he had 'returned to reality' may be a bit of an exaggeration. He still couldn't really think straight, even as he put on his bathrobe and walked out of the massage station. It wasn't until he and his mother were standing in the hallway outside that they both seemed to come to their senses. And when they did...

“That was amazing...” said Misty as she tugged her bathrobe up on her body, “I... fuuuuh... I feel like I'm walking on clouds...”

“I... uh... I...” Connor mumbled back, “I... hnngh... y-y-yeah... that was... fun...”

Dammit. He couldn't even keep his anger towards Taylor due to how good he felt. Hank was right; he had been containing a lot of stress in his body due to his job and life overall. That massage helped work out the tenses in his muscles, and now he felt airier than light. It almost made him forget the fact that his mother was shamelessly ogling a bunch of men around here.

Almost.

That feeling was not going to get any better.

“Now what...?” asked Connor, causing Misty to pull out that brochure.

“Hmmm...”

Briefly, his mother's eyes dotted around the pamphlet, searching for what they could do next. The day was still young, and they still had so much they could do at the spa. There was even a cafeteria where they served top-tear meals from a place called 'Pastry Puffs'. But Misty wasn't hungry yet. Instead, she had the relaxation bug bitten into her, and now all she wanted to do was sweat.

And sweat a loooooooot. Thankfully, she's in a spa, and any spa worth its name has to have a sauna! Soooo...

“Here,” said Misty as she pointed at a spot in her brochure, “I want to go here next! To the sauna!”

“The sauna...?” repeated Connor, “Yeah. Sure. We can go to the sauna next.”

Wait... this was perfect! At the private saunas, it would just be the two of them, where they could talk... and Connor could tell his mother how much he disliked watching her ogle the men at the bathhouse.

Hm... thinking that to himself like that made him feel like some chud with low self-esteem. Fuck. Oh well, no going back now.

As before, it was now; Misty took the lead, guiding her son over towards the spa's saunas. He followed behind, not really paying attention to his surroundings. Instead, he focused on the thoughts in his head, trying to figure out how best to approach this conversation. How does he say to his mom 'I don't like the way you look at other guys?' without looking like an absolute putz?

These feelings weren't going to get any better, not when they passed through a pair of doors and were greeted by--

“Ah! Customers!”

If you guessed 'Another big, burly man', then you'd be absolutely right!

This room was different from the whites and blues of the rest of the bathhouse, being more like the massage parlor from before. It had a soft, brown, wood panel style to it along its floors, walls and ceiling... and seemed to be twice as hot here as the rest of the building. There was also a pervasive flow of steam which rose up to the ceiling, and flowed in from two doorways at the back of the room. And between these two doorways was a receptionist's counter, where – of course – there stood another man who could fulfill Misty's dreams.

A tiger. A big, burly, masculine tiger. His fur was a vibrant orange, he had those trademark stripes running along his body, and his eyes were this amazing green color. Oh yeah. And he also wasn't wearing a shirt.

His strong, chiseled, immaculately carved chest was exposed for all to see. Every rippling muscle, every bulging bicep, every firm pectoral, could all be ogled upon like he was some shameless supermodel. And with the steam in the room tracking upon his body, his musculature glistened like glowing diamonds, making it downright impossible to not look at his broad chest.

And Misty made no attempts to gaze anywhere but at the tiger's strong, chiseled bod.

“Good afternoon, my guests!” said the tiger, his tone... incredibly aggressive! “Have you come to sweat the day's stress away without our saunas!?”

“Oh yesssss!” said Misty as she hopped excitedly in place.

“GREAT!” the tiger replied, his arm pumping through the air, “Oh! And before I forget...” pointing down at his waist, he gestured towards the nameplate he wore, “My name is Honda. I manage the spa's saunas. So, if an issue arises while you're inside, please do not hesitate to call my name. I will be there in a flash!”

Misty's eyes were as bright as lights as she gazed at the tiger, an expression and act that did not make Connor feel any better. Seriously! Her jaw was even hanging open like a fly trap, and a sliver of drool was beginning to hang from her lip! Hand jerking, the wolf came close to closing his mother's mouth, but she took a step forward. Honda was leading them into one of the doors to the side of his counter, where on the other end was a small room with a bench in the center, changing rooms on one side of the room, and small lockers lining the other wall.

Odd... why would there be lockers and changing rooms for the private sauna? Maybe it was to deter thieves...

“Please, remove your bathrobes,” said Honda as he reached up to grab towels from a nearby hamper, “And drape these on your bodies. I also recommend you dress down from your underwear and remove them. You don't want your undergarments to be ruined. You may place them into the nearby lockers and retrieve them when ready. The key will be here, atop these towels.”

“Wow...” said Misty, her tail fluttering left and right as she watched Honda rest the towels upon the bench, “I didn't even see you grab those keys.”

What? Was she really getting starry-eyed from something as simple as keys!?

Connor grumbled slightly to himself, while Honda performed an honorable bow. The tiger then turned and exited the room, leaving the wolf alone with his mother. He opened his mouth to speak... only to watch as Misty quickly rushed into a nearby changing room, a series of giggles escaping her as she did so. He was then left there, forced to glare at her phantom apparition, before rolling his eyes.

Connor could have joined her... but he chose not too. Instead, he walked into the changing room adjacent to hers, and began removing his bathrobe with a huff. Damn was he annoyed. Not just with Misty and her lecherous leering, but with himself. Like, seriously, he couldn't get over the fact that his mother was... well... being his mother? The vixen was almost always a sensual and flirtatious woman. Why would that change now that they were in a taboo relationship?

Hrrggh...

It didn't take long for him to change out of his clothes. All he was wearing was a bathrobe, slippers, and his underwear anyway. He emerged with that towel wrapped around his waist to cover his manhood... and was greeted by the sight of his mother doing likewise. Misty had already changed out of her bathrobe and underwear, now wearing only a towel that covered her from the chest down to her thighs, just barely covering her pelvis.

“Darling,” said the vixen, her hands on her hips as this charming smile sat on her lips, “Are you ready to sweat? Kufufufufu!”

“Hmm... yeah... whatever...” Connor groaned.

Misty tilted her head at her son, aware of his reaction. She opened her mouth to ask him about it, but Connor stepped to the door, opening it up... and causing a blast of steam to immediately fill the air.

This? This was a sauna!

It was a somewhat wide room, one capable of comfortably holding several people in it if need be. The left wall was lined with a bench for people to comfortably sit upon, while opposite of the bench was a basin containing many, many, many smooth rocks. Connor knew not what these rocks were and what purpose they served, but he knew this was where the steam came from which filled the room.

The architecture was so smooth and stylish within this sauna; far different from the rest of the bathhouse, but still majestic and unique in its own right. It felt homely and comforting, especially with the heat that resonated from the sauna, and how close everything was.

When they entered it, both Misty and Connor just stood there, staring in awe of the sauna. Neither side said a word for a few moments, but the vixen eventually began walking forward... before sitting down upon the bench with a--

“Hfff...! Ooh...”

Leaned against the wall with her head tipped back and her eyes closed, Misty melted against the bench, groaning as if she were relaxing from an exhausting day. Connor hesitated briefly, before joining his mother as he sat beside her.

Together they sat there, with the wolf pondering all that had happened today. He once again wanted to explain to her how he felt awkward with how much she ogled all the men in the bathhouse, but also couldn't help but to scold himself for how pathetic that made him sound and feel. Now he had to think about how to best broach this question; how to explain it in a way that got his feelings across, while also not making him feel pathetic..

Fingers raised to his chin in a thoughtful pose, his eyes closed shut, the wolf took a thinker's pose as he pondered this conundrum. Each ticking second also helped raise his courage, to the point that he finally opened his mouth to say--

“Misty, I--”

Wham!

“Dude! Man! It's been, like, years since we were last in a sauna!"

“That's what I'm saying! And this is a good sauna too!”

Connor's eyes snapped wide open, and so too did Misty's. They both looked like they had been slapped suddenly and without warning as those two voices entered the room, causing them to slowly turn over and face the entrance.

Walking inside were – you guessed it – two big, strong, hunky men. A big black bear, and an equally as big horse. The two were laughing and talking with one another, enjoying the sauna too... while Connor could only ponder how he and his mother got into this situation. Wasn't this supposed to be the private sauna? That's the one they chose, right?

Wrong.

The private and the public saunas both could be entered through the receptionist's chamber outside. However, they needed to ask for the private saunas. That normally wouldn't be too much of an issue... but Misty was so enthralled by Honda, that she didn't pay attention to where the tiger was leading them. Likewise for Connor, who was so disgruntled by his mother's disposition, that he too wasn't paying attention to where they were going.

That's why they had stalls and lockers in that changing room! Gah!

Those two guys – whoever they were – didn't really pay Connor and Misty any mind. Why should they? They were all just enjoying the sauna, talking casually as they relaxed on the bench. At the very least their towels covered their manhood. Too bad they didn't cover their... everything else.

Why? Why? Why? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!? WHY!? Why was every man in this bathhouse so fucking divine!?

Seriously, it's one thing if only the workers were all these strong, chiseled, barrel-chested, broad shouldered Adonises with square jaws. But from the looks of it, even the patrons were these big and mighty hunks who could bend steel just by glaring at it hard enough! How do you think that made Connor feel? Doubly so with his mother's even wandering eyes.

Misty couldn't help herself. Oh, to hell with that; Misty didn't even try to help herself. Ever the lascivious woman, her green eyes traced the strong and bulky chests of the horse and bear, marveling at them. Much like Honda outside, the steam and mist in the air was quick to track upon their bodies, making them glisten like well-oiled machines. And they were so big too! They towered over the busty vixen, making her feel even smaller.

Oh heavens!

Of course, Connor was watching his mother as she watched those two big men talk. And once again, he couldn't help but to let his mind compare himself unfavorably to them in Misty's eyes. He's never been dissatisfied with his body. In fact, as a man who visits the gym regularly to keep himself in shape, Connor was quite proud of his body. But with the way Misty stared all wide-eyed at these other men, with even a sliver of drool hanging from her lip, it left him feeling small... inadequate even.

But this time, Misty looked down. This time, Misty seemed to notice what she had been doing. And she realized what she was doing in her son's presence.

The vixen snapped up, cheeks red as her ears turned on a swivel to face Connor. Her eyes followed soon after, gazing at her son with that same expression of embarrassment with her red cheeks. And she saw him gaze back at her.

If she were anyone else, they'd probably dismiss Connor's gaze as being... well... Connor. Her son could be a very aloof young man most of the time, making it difficult for anyone to gleam what was going on through his head. But Misty is his mother and his lover. If anyone could see the small and subtle ticks within his facial features, it would be here. The way his eyebrow twitched, how his lips were slightly creaked at the side, how his cheeks were a tinge red with blush.

Her face blanked briefly; had she said or done something displeasing? Misty wanted to ask him about it, but with their unintended guests here, it was best to save it for later. Besides, they were here to – as Honda put it – sweat the day's stress away. Hopefully, Connor would lose whatever it was that had him so irked.

Right?

…

Wrong.

For reasons Misty couldn't explain, Connor wasn't really talkative today; even more so than usual. Here they were in this upscale bathhouse, a place her son had saved up a lot of money to go to following so many long and tiresome workdays... and yet, he didn't seem to be happy with any of it. No matter where they went or what they did, he just kept that aloof yet still noticeable expression of displeasure that she didn't have an answer.

Walking around the bathhouse and enjoying its décor didn't change his attitude. Eating the delicious food at the cafeteria didn't change his attitude. Even getting a fucking mud bath didn't change his attitude! Although... it did make Misty look and feel ten years younger.

Maybe that's just her.

As the hours passed by, Misty attempted to deduce why Connor was being so unhappy. Was he worried about his work? No, that's not it; he even turned his phone off so he wouldn't get any calls! Was he stressed out about things like bills? No, that's not it either since they were on this trip. If he was worried about bills, they wouldn't be here! Then why was her son so--

Oh. Look. Another hunky guy.

Misty's eyes grew wide as some big, broad, reptile of a man walked by them, carrying in his arms pounds of folded towels like he was a lumberjack carrying wood. His muscles flexed eeeeveerr so slightly as he walked past them in the hall, letting the vixen see just how tight, toned, and sinewy his musculature was. And the vixen drank in aaaallll of it, being incapable of gazing anywhere but as his Adonis-like body as he absentmindedly continued traveling down the hall.

Oh. Oops. She drooled a little bit. Hm.

Connor rolled his eyes. While the day went by, he had to watch as every man they passed caused his mother to turn her head like a fish gazing at a hook. Seriously, each man at this bathhouse – be they worker or guest – seemed to rate a 9 at least on the attractive skill. That's a nine out of five, mind you. Seriously, each guy here seemed to be impossibly handsome, impossibly sexy, impossibly burly, impossibly... fucking impossible! And Connor didn't know what was worse; his mother's inability to not ogle them like a horny schoolgirl, or his inability to to have thicker skin.

Ugh. Whatever. They still had one last section of the bathhouse Connor wanted to visit. An area he specifically saved for last, always shooting down Misty's desire to visit it too early. Nope. No. This place was special. This place was where Neptune's Bathhouse got its name. This was the place that all of his colleagues talked up like it was a transformative experience.

Neptune's Basin was its name. It was a large hot tub filled with warm waters where entire groups of people could sit around and talk among themselves. It was located at the back of the bathhouse through a pair of curtains.

However...

Neptune's Basin was the public baths. Anyone could go in whenever they pleased, and enjoy all of its pleasantries. But there was another version of Neptune's Basin, one that was smaller and private; perfect for two people. The thing is, this second hot tub was a secret: you had to know about it and of its location. It wasn't even shown on the pamphlet's map!

But Connor remembered the steps needed to find it, as told to him by his fellow office workers. He had to go down the western wing all the way to the back of the hall, then stop. There were several doors in this area leading to other areas of the bathhouse, but one was important to the wolf. This one, right here, this one labeled simply as...

Staff Closet.

“Um... Connor...?” said Misty as her son began palming at the door, “Are you... should we be here?”

“Shhhh...!” he shushed her, his finger to his lips, “Don't worry about it. We just go inside and--”

The door slid open. Misty was expecting to see some dusty staff closet, maybe with a few tools inside like brooms and maps. Instead, she saw... another hallway. It extended down this modest looking door, being pure white walls made of marble like the rest of the bathhouse. Connor entered inside first with his mother lingering behind... before following him.

“C-C-Connor,” said the vixen as she tugged at her son's hand, “Should... should we be in here? Are we allowed to be?”

“It's a secret to everyone,” the wolf answered as they traveled down the hall together, “We're going to the secret hot tub. From what everyone said at work, it's the best bath in the building. Better than all the other ones.”

“R-really?” Misty replied, her tail wagging, “O-okay. I trust you.”

Connor nodded. While he was excited to see if this secret hot tub was as good as everyone made it out to be, he was also just happy to know it would be him and Misty alone. No one else was going to be in here, just them! It would give him all the time to get his feelings off of his chest.

That is after he stood in awe of the beautiful bathing chamber before him.

Connor remembered how his co-workers spoke of the bathtub. How majestic it was, how big it was but also how cozy it could be for a small group of people. And just how beautiful its architecture was. All of those thoughts danced in his head, but he came to a realization.

Words did not do this place justice.

The room was circular in shape, with pillars that arched slightly to reach up towards the domed ceiling. A domed ceiling... that was also a sunroof. Though with it being night now, instead of showing the sun, it showed the great silver moon that hung in the sky. Everything in here was a silver color, their surfaces reflective to the point that it had a silver sheen to it. And on the four pillars that stretched to the ceiling, there were busts of the god Neptune himself, as if he were watching over you and making sure the waters were ever clear.

And, certainly, the waters were ever clear.

This wasn't a hot tub. This wasn't a basin filled with anything someone could possibly call 'water'. This substance was too clean, too clear, too pure and reflective to be just water. When standing over its edge, Misty could see not only herself, but the bottom of the tub; all at once. Even the mist that permeated upon the surface of the hot tub seemed to part, just to give her a perfect view of the bathtub's floor.

And in her reflection, she was joined by Connor, who stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Silently, the wolf's hands traveled along his mother's body, brushing along the curves of her figure before coming down towards the sash at the center of her bathrobe. It was tied into a knot, one he undid quickly, causing her robe to fall slack on her body.

Her voluptuous figure was exposed to the room as her bathrobe fell to her feet, leaving her in only her undergarments. But the wolf did not stop there. His hands – as gentle as they were strong – undid the clasps of Misty's bra, causing her to pull her arms up to stop it from falling. He continued on further below, gripping her panties, and slowly drawing them down her shapely hips and thighs. How odd; the vixen felt a cold air grace her, despite how steamy the atmosphere was... and how it would only get steamier from this moment on.

Misty turned around, facing Connor right as he removed the bathrobe from his shoulders. He undressed himself, letting his robe fall to his feet... and pulling his underwear down soon after. Turning to face Misty as he placed his clothing aside, he shot her a nonchalant face, before walking towards the bathtub's edge.

“Well... aren't you coming in?” he asked.

“Right... yes...” Misty answered.

She watched as Connor stepped into the tub, sinking down to his ankles, then his thighs, and finally his hips. Oh... the water was nice, warm, and so damn comfortable. It was outright perfect! And within it was a small ledge, one he could comfortably sit upon, causing the water of the tub to come up to his chest.

“Aaaaah... ooooh...”

The sauna before was supposed to help him de-stress, right? But when they exited it, he felt just as stressed out after as he had before. All because his mother just could not keep her eyes off of those other men. But here, now, in this tub, reclining against the basin's edge... fuuuh... yeah, he felt that stress leave him.

Not completely. He still needed to share his feelings with Misty. Speaking of...

Splisshh!

His mother stepped into the tub, her midnight fur glowing as the water and steam in the air tracked upon her flesh and fur. But instead of sitting on the tub next to her son, Misty positioned herself in front of him, turned around so that he could face her back, and--

Plap!

“Nn...!”

“Fuuuuuuh...”

She sat down, right in his lap.

Eyes closed and a smile spreading on her lips, the vixen reclined against her son's body, using his broad chest as a chair all its own. She then grabbed his hands, pulling them away from the bathtub's edge, and instead pulling them over so that they rested on her stomach. He got the hint, and gently began tugging his mother closer. A pleasurable sigh left her lips and she opened her eyes, staring up so that her green eyes could meet his brown ones... before she looked past him to gaze up towards the glass dome overhead, where she gazed upon the moon's resplendent shine.

“Today was a great day,” said Misty, followed by a deep breath, “Just you, me, and the endless pleasures of this wonderful bathhouse. Haaaah...” closing her eyes again, she reclined further against her son's body, “Hmm...! I almost don't want to leave! Kufufufufu! But I guess we'll have to return to our hotel room sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah... I suppose we do...” said Connor sarcastically with a dismissive roll of his eyes, “And I'm sure you had a fun day here at Neptune's Bathhouse.”

“Mm? Only me?” said Misty as she shot her son a sly wink, “Don't play coy with me, darling. I can tell you had a lot of fun here too, no matter how much you try to play it cool,” pressing against Connor, she began grinding her hips against his waist, “I remember seeing someone positively glow after our massage session! Kufufufufufu!”

“Th-that was just a massage!” Connor replied with a blush, his hand palming his face, “Other than that, it wasn't too special!”

“Hm? Neither was the food in the cafeteria? Or the sauna? Or the mud bath?”

“Tch! How could I enjoy those things when you were looking at every man we passed by-- ah!?”

That came out a bit too suddenly for his liking. Too suddenly, without tact... and now that it was out there, there was no taking it back. Not that it seemed to matter, because when he looked forward, he saw Misty stare back at him with this knowing smirk on her lips. It was as if her face was saying...

Bingo...

“I knew it.”

“You knew what?” Connor replied defensively, which made Misty laugh even harder.

“I knew how you've been acting all day!” Misty said as she turned to face him, her finger jabbed up to his nose, “All day, you've been shooting glares at all the men we've passed by, getting all stuffy and angry!”

“Well, you're no better,” Connor snapped back, “All day, you've been undressing those men with your eyes! And they're barely even wearing clothes to begin with! How do you think that's supposed to make me feel!?”

Connor's mouth snapped shut again, his eyes wide. Dammit, he didn't mean to shout that out! He was supposed to broach this topic with more tact, not blurting out his feelings like a toddler! Doubly so when he looked forward and saw the teasing smirk on Misty's face.

“Connor Hail,” she said, “I cannot believe that you of all people would act like... this! You? Jealous? Of me looking at other men!? I've always looked at other men! That's just the kind of person I am!” she raised her eyebrow, “What about you? I bet if this was different, and aaaaaaallll of those men were replaced with scantily-clad women, you wouldn't feel the same way.”

“Th-that's not true...!” Connor replied, his cheeks red, “I wouldn't do that to you. I know you'd be annoyed!”

“No. I. Would. Not!” she replied, her arms crossed beneath her chest, “And you know I wouldn't! Why would I ever do that?” she shook her head, “Honestly, Connor, I did not raise you to be so defensive and protective? Honestly, do you really believe I'd do anything with these other men? Do you ever think that I see you as being inadequate?”

The wolf opened his mouth to make a response... only to groan and palm his face. Brown eyes gazing to the side and cheeks red, he really couldn't respond to her words. He was being defensive and protective... possessive even. And while he didn't want to admit it out loud, Misty was right; these other men did make him feel inadequate.

The vixen's chortles echoed into his ears... but they steadily died down. Ears twitching, Connor listened as she waded forward through the water of the pristine tub, before bringing up her hands to place them upon his cheeks. Under her guidance, his gaze was brought forward so that their eyes could meet one another.

She was smiling at him, her lips curled into this smirk that was both mischievous and – somehow – reassuring. He was still blushing, still embarrassed by his earlier antics, but Misty couldn't help but to giggle. And with her hands still on his face, framing it, she tipped his head down, and slowly pulled him in. At the same time, she moved up to meet him, pursing her lips so that they may meet. And...

“Mmmm...”

“Nmmm...”

Their lips met in a kiss, one Misty held for several moments. Her head tilted to the side, she deepened the kiss between them, and guided her tongue into his mouth. Connor did not fight her off, as he parted his lips, allowing her tongue to slide inside. In the center of this tub, they kissed one another beneath the moonlight, with each passing second increasing the passion between their lips.

Soft moans mixed with hungry groans as their tongues ground, pressed, and slid along one another. On his mother's lips Connor tasted... sweetness. It coaxed him to dine from her lips even more, while his hand began brushing down the side of her body. His palm – his big, strong, burly palm – came to sit upon her hip and waist, squeezing her gently as he began kneading her flesh and fur. Groans flowed from Misty's lips, and she pulled back, breaking their kiss with an audible--

“Chu~ Aaaah... kufufufu~ I see... I see that all those men haven't dulled you in the slightest~”

“Nngh... Mom... I...” Connor mumbled back, to which the vixen giggled.

“Here, darling,” she replied whilst leaning in, brushing their noses together as a smile crept upon her lips, “Let me show you... just how much you mean to me. These baths are private, right? And secret? Kufufufufu! Let's enjoy it, then. Nmmm~”

Her lips met his again in another kiss, being just as strong as before. No, it was even stronger. The water around them splashed lightly as she began leaning into Connor, forcing him to support them with his strength alone. Lifting her leg, she draped it upon his hip, while his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer. Heads tilted to the side, they deepened their kiss even further, while the wolf slid back, where he sat down upon the small ledge within the hot tub. Misty didn't hesitate, as she mounted her son, resting on his lap to continue their lip-lock.

More moans and groans were traded between them, their tongues swirling about within their maws. A trail of spit even escaped the gaps of their mouths, slicking down their cheeks and breaking off their chins. As her hands continued palming his cheeks to hold him in place, she began grinding against him, pressing and pushing her tits against his broad chest.

Connor's hands moved too. Beneath the pristine surface of the hot tub, his strong, possessive hands squeezed her plump and peach-shaped ass. Misty groaned into their kiss as she felt his claws draw lines within her shapely backside, while his squeezing grew so strong she was forced to pull away with a cry of pleasure.

“Aaaaahhnnn~~~”

Oh yes. It sounded like music to Connor's ears.

Between her legs, his manhood began to stiffen, thickening, thickening, thickening until it was as hard as steel. Groaning audibly, he felt the heat and tightness of his manhood reach its zenith, before pulling down to stare at his cock between them.

“Oh my~” said Misty as she reached a hand down beneath the water, “Someone's excited! Kufufufufufufufu~”

Raising one hand and sticking it into her hair, her other hand slid down between them. Gently she wrapped her fingers around his length, palming him like she was holding a bat or a pipe. Then came the taunting squeeeeezzeeee, which caused Connor to grunt, and made his mother giggle.

Up and down, back and forth, Misty jerked her son's member off, all while wearing this taunting grin on her lips. His every reaction – every moan, every groan, every bite of his lip – was committed to her memory, making her giggle. Even in the warm waters of the hot tub, she could feel the precum from his dick leak out, being just that much heavier than the waters of the tub around them.

“So hot~” Misty remarked, “Your dick... its burning my hand.”

His throbbing red length pulsated against her touch, veins running down its side, and his knot already starting to thicken at the bottom. Her constant touches – some teasing, others more firm – were almost enough to make him cum on the spot. But he restrained himself... and began squeezing her ass harder in response.

Misty was always a mess; always someone who lacked far less wisdom than her years would suggest. But that was on the inside. On the outside, his mother was a bombshell. Always had been, always will be. From her voluptuous breasts to her shapely hips and plump backside, there's a reason why she was almost always going out on dates with men with too much money.

Possessively, Connor squeezed and groped at her juicy ass, squeezing his claws into it, and causing the fat of her butt to spill through the cracks of his fingers. Misty's lips parted open, letting out a groan as she gyrated against him, working more of her ass into his possessive palms while grinding against him.

Much like his dick, there was an ever rising heat between her thighs. Her pussy – hot, pink, and moist – was starting to grow needy and hungry in its own right. Even beneath the waters of the hot tub, Connor could feel it. With one hand still resting on the vixen's butt, his other hand slid between her thighs, where he pressed his burly fingers up against her sensitive cunt.

“Aah~!?”

Misty leaned upright, her breasts clapping against one another as her body jolted like she'd been zapped. But Connor did not stop. Back and forth, his fingers stroked, slicked, and slid along her throbbing pussy lips, toying with her folds, and causing her lips to shift into a warbling cry of ecstasy.

“Soooo gooooood~” Misty moaned, “Nmmmmm~~~”

But once again, Connor did not stop there. His teeth gritted, he worked his index finger into his mother's folds, causing her to jolt upright once again. His strong, burly digit, pushed, and pushed, and puuuussshhhed into her cunt, working down all the way to the knuckle.

Ah. This feeling. This warmth. This tightness. This moistness. He was familiar with it all.

Shluhk! Shluk! Shluck! Shluck! Shluk!

Back and forth, Connor fingered his mother's cunt, pistoning his digit in and out of her tight folds like a steel driver. Mouth parted, Misty gyrated her hips upon his finger, riding the pleasure of his fingering as she let her voice fill the air with shameless moans and groans.

“Aah~ Ah~ Haah~ Hnnn~ Mmmm~~~ Oh... fuck~ Aaah~ Oh darling~ So good~”

She doubled over, her hand resting on Connor's shoulder to keep herself propped up. When he looked up towards her face, he saw that her eyes were closed and that she was smiling while her fangs softly bit into her bottom lip. He knew that face; he knew it well. She was just about to--

Puuull!

“Gaah~ Oooh~ Haaah~”

He pulled his hand out of her pussy, denying her her orgasm, and causing her to nearly fall into his chest. Instead she sat upright, panting for breath... before glaring at him with those devious green eyes of hers.

“How... fuuuh... how naughty of you, Connor,” she said as she raised her fist, “How dare you treat your mother so cruelly?”

“Heh... call it... payback,” he replied with a cocky grin.

“Hm? Payback?” she repeated, “What for?”

“For how you made me feel all day!” he replied, “I still haven't forgiven you for the way you looked at all those men today.”

“Oh? Really? That's it?” she replied whilst pulling her hand away from his cock, before placing both fists upon her hips, “Fine then. I'll make you apologize for your cruelty. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for a reprieve. Huuuuuuuufff!”

Connor didn't even get the chance to respond before Misty went 'Thumk!' and vanished beneath the hot tub. Eyes wide, he flinched and pulled back, his head tilted to the side as he stared beneath the waters of the tub. Through its clear surface he could see Misty look back at him, her green eyes in a mischievous glare... before she brought her eyes down towards his dick.

With a tight grip, she held his dick and pointed it up. She then leaned in, her lips pursed as she planted a kiss upon his length. Connor groaned as he felt his mother's lips; even beneath the waters of the hot tub, she felt so strong. But Misty did not stop there. She began kissing his length, planting kisses upon the side of his throbbing penis, while making his toes curl.

Everything felt so unique. His bare cock was surrounded not just by the heat of the tub, but now it was being pleased by his mother's assault of kisses. Each kiss felt like a wrecking ball against concrete, and he was beginning to crumble. But the vixen would not stop there.

If there's one thing Misty is proud of, it's her oral skill. Many men had grown weak in the knees under the vixen's skillful tongue. Be it in places such as the bedroom or a fancy car... or less principled areas such as alleyways or nightclub booths. It mattered not; when this vixen's mouth wraps around your length, you too will be unable to deny her.

Or, well, that's how she likes to view it.

Even while underwater, Misty would not be denied, nor would she hesitate. Her lips parted juuuuuust enough. Juuuuuust enough so that Connor's cock could slip into her maw, but without any water. She may not have been a marine beastkin of any sort, but her control underwater was effort. Her son shuddered as he felt the heat and spittle of his mother's mouth as it wrapped around his throbbing length. He even reclined against the edge of the bathtub, his arms relaxing against them as his mouth split to give out a much needed groan.

“Aaaaaahhh...”

From the outside, all a person would be able to see is the wolf, relaxing and reclining. No one could see Misty as her head bobbed up and down along his length, her teeth grazing the sides of his cock. Her tongue too lapped and swirled around his cock, grinding along his veins, even swirling around his glands. Then she pushed down again, deeper and deeper than before. And with a sudden hitch in Connor's voice...

“Hrk!”

Misty deepthroated his length.

He couldn't hear it, but a deep groan escaped the vixen. Not only did she have the waters of the tub flow against her nose, but now she had her son's cock clogging her airways. In a moment like this – underwater with her eyes closed and her mouth filled with flesh, heat and salt – all Misty could focus on was dick.

Connor's big, pumping, thick, and tense length, completely overwhelmed her. And from its tip oozed a near endless river of precum which danced upon her tongue, tasting just as flavorful as ever, if not more so. More moans flowed from her mouth, reverberating throughout Connor's body, and coaxing out more groans of his own. And with that ever growing lust and desire, he reached beneath the surface of the tub, where he palmed the center of Misty's head.

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

That's the only sound that echoed out. A soft ripple was sent through the surface of the bathtub, racing from one end to the other, syncing in time with what was happening beneath the water. That being Connor's hips pumping back and forth as he began fucking Misty's mouth. His cock pushed through her lips and into her throat, over and over and over again, really testing his mother's ability to hold her breath. And she was proving herself incredibly adept, for outside of a few sudden clinches, she never broke.

His groans filled the air, his pleasure mounting. Back and forth, his length pumped through her mouth and throat, thickening within her, filling her, fucking her, all while his balls grew tight, and his knot fattened just a little bit further. His orgasm was fast approaching, and he wasn't holding himself back. And after one mighty--

Thwip!

“Gah fuck!”

He came.

Spunk erupted from Connor's cock, flowing out like a geyser. It filled every inch of Misty's mouth, coating her gum and teeth with seed. Salty... hot... sticky... flavorful... seed. The vixen moaned around his length, her throat undulating as she swallowed down every pint of cum the wolf gave her. Nothing went to waste, absolutely nothing. The clean and pristine water of the bathtub would remain untarnished; she was sure of it.

Slowly, Connor's uproarious orgasm petered out into a more tepid dribble. Pulling back, she closed her lips around his length completely, letting not one bit of seed go to waist. She then raised up, slowly breaking the surface of the tub as water cascaded down her voluptuous body. Her midnight fur glowed like an obelisk, and her green highlights shimmered like jade. All as she stood there with her eyes closed and her lips pursed, while her fingers hovered close to her mouth to keep his seed contained there in. And after a few moments of swathing her tongue about, enjoying the taste of his spunk...

Gulp...

She swallowed it down. She swallowed it all down. His cum oozed down her throat in a slow, gelatinous crawl, and she didn't open her mouth until it was all gone.

“Ah... fuuuuuuh... kufu... oh, darling...” Misty moaned, “Haaah... someone's been holding it in for a while now. Didn't... didn't we sleep before we left?”

“I'm... just as stunned as you are...” Connor replied, “Maybe... maybe the spa helped my tank... uh... produce more?”

“Kufufufufufufufu! That's one way to look at it,” Misty replied, her green eyes aglow, “I'd say the spa has helped me unwind too. Hmm... I feel so much... looser! And so much more... kufufufufu~ bolder~”

Bold? When a woman like Misty says she's 'bold', that's just a fancy way of saying she's 'desperate'. But right here and now, the term 'bold' was incredibly apt. His mother walked towards him, hips swaying left and right as water cascaded down her body like she was some effervescent goddess. Connor sat there, trapped by his mothers alluring gaze like he was a mouse and she was a falcon.

And as she sat upon his hips, her green eyes trapping him, she placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned in close, and whispered into his ear...

“Sixty-nine...”

“Sixty... nine...?”

Connor's eyes grew wide as he repeated her words to himself. One simple number, yet it carried with its such heavy implications. While it wouldn't be the first time they've performed such a sex act, there's a difference between doing it in their apartment, and doing it here at this spa; secret area notwithstanding. Then again, they had already done so much so far, so why not push the envelope? Besides, could he really deny his mother when he had the feeling of her bare, busty breasts press up against his chin?

No. Of course not.

A mischievous grin adorning her lips, Misty ground against Connor several times, her tits pressing against his chin. But before he could really get into it, she continued climbing up and up and up. The wolf leaned back as his mother stood upon the ledge he sat on, positioning her pussy before him. His breathing hitched up several paces as he watched water cascade down her voluptuous body... and as her pussy glistened with need and lust.

“Right here~” she whispered, “Come on, darling. Nmmm~ don't keep Mommy waiting~”

Well, Connor didn't need to be told twice!

With a powerful grip, he squeezed her hips and ass and dove his face in, wedging himself between her thighs. Misty threw her head back and gave out a passionate moan as her son's lips pressed to her pussy, where he began eating her out at a ravenous pace. There was no build up, no slow ramping of need and hunger. Nope. Nuh-uh. Connor needed her, and he needed her now!

Eyes closed, his lips moved around Misty's cunt, kissing and suckling on her plump folds, before working his tongue inside of her. Nails extending, the vixen squeezed her claws into her son's shoulders, both holding him tight and gripping him possessively. Back and forth her hips worked, gently rocking her upon Connor's face, while her honey oozed down his tongue and slipped into his maw.

Fuck. She tasted so good. Feeling her heat surround his head, and having her taste dance in his mouth, helped bloat out all the stress Connor felt throughout the day. All those big, strong men his mother shamelessly ogled, felt like such a distant memory now. None of that mattered. Right here and now, all that mattered was eating her out.

And he did so with gusto.

His tongue curled and ground within her pussy, scooping up more and more honey with each stroke. Misty continued moaning, continued filling the air with her erotic voice, while her hips gently pumped up, pushing more of her pussy and clit into his awaiting mouth.

But, right, she did say '69', didn't she? And, well, this really wasn't a 69, was it? He was just eating her out, and while she was enjoying it greatly, she did want to be more... adventurous.

Huh... guess their time at the bathhouse had made her 'looser' than she thought~

Suddenly, Misty pushed Connor away, causing bridges of spit and nectar to ooze from his lips as thick bridges. He looked up at the vixen, eyebrow raised in confusion as he was met with her mischievous grin. No words, no warning; she just turned around, pushing her peach-shaped ass towards his face. He opened his mouth to speak to her, but Misty took a deep breath...

“Huuuuuuuufff...”

Glunk!

And flipped over, putting her head back underwater.

Her legs flipped over, locking them upon Connor's shoulders while he sat there with a perplexed expression. His face didn't last much longer, before...

“Nmmph~”

“Hooho!?”

Once again – and once again underwater – his mother's mouth wrapped around his dick. Cheeks puffed, she wrapped her lips tight around his turgid length, and began pumping her head back and forth. And to make sure she didn't accidentally fall off of him, she wrapped her arms around his hips, holding him tight. Her tongue then assaulted his length, swirling and whipping him, while moaning through his body.

Connor sat there, awash in the pleasure of his mother's voracious oral. And when he looked forward, he saw the glistening mound of her pussy. Honey oozed down her thighs, her clit throbbed with need, and this sweet odor wafted from her cunt. Drool began hanging from his mouth as the pleasure took hold of him. Mirroring what his mother did, he wrapped his arms around her waist, opened his mouth, and--

“HMMMPH!!!”

Like mere moments ago, Connor latched his lips upon Misty's pussy. Hungry slurps echoed from him as he lapped at her pussy, assaulting it with the same hunger as before. No, he seemed even hungrier now, his tongue penetrating her cunt; again and again and again. The sounds of his hungry oral were so loud, they broke through the surface of the hot tub, and rang into his mother's ears.

She'd be excited to hear them. But, ya'know, she was currently sucking dick while trying not to drown at the same time. So, yeah, priorities.

Her head continued sliding back and forth, her cheeks remaining puffed... but slowly flattening as she lost air. But she didn't tap out; she couldn't tap out. She may have been (obviously) older than him, but she did not want to give up. Not when she felt younger now than she'd been in soooooo long!

So she tightened her embrace holder, squishing her breasts against his stomach, while deepthroating his length. And that triggered something in Connor. Feeling his mother's tight, constricting throat hold his length hostage, made him grit his teeth. Like the ravenous beast he was, he not only began eating her out with wild and random movements, but his hips began moving.

Hard and fast.

Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Glunk!

The water splashed around his hips as he moved his hips back and forth. With a primal and desperate need, Connor pumped his cock in and out of Misty's mouth, fucking her throat like he was fucking her pussy casually in their bedroom. His balls smacked against her face, nearly causing her to release whatever air she was holding in at the moment. And if not that, well, feeling the constant pounding of her throat was making it more and more difficult to keep her lungs in check.

Not that Connor seemed to notice. He was too fired up, too focused on finally unleashing the full contents of his balls to notice his mother's struggling. If anything, the instinctive gagging only caused her mouth to tighten, which caused him even more pleasure.

She'd punish him afterwards... and, dammit, it would be fucking worth it!

Further and further – like a thick cylinder of concrete – his cock tightened within her mouth and throat. The water around them continued to splash and quake as his hips got faster and faster, and as his knot inflated, his mother's lips would kiss it again and again. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip and his back arching, Connor finally thrusted one time too many and...

“Nnggghh!!!”

SQUUUUUUUUUUIIRRRRRTTT!!!

Oh. Yeah. Oh. Yesssss...

His cock erupted in Misty's mouth. You'd think after his first orgasm, his second wouldn't be as explosive. You'd be wrong. Maybe it's the situation, maybe it's the position, maybe it's – once again – all of the relaxation they'd indulged in during, whatever the case may be, Connor came, and he came hard. His length tightened to its absolute zenith, and from his balls rushed a thick river of wolf spunk which filled every inch of his mother's mouth and throat.

But he wasn't the only one having an explosive climax. After all, Misty was the one with a cock jammed down her throat. Misty was the one underwater, with no air to breathe. Misty was the one whose senses were so frazzled, she swore she was drowning. And that combination of feelings made her orgasm so damn strong.

All over his face, his mother squirted. And she squirted hard. Feminine jizz flooded upon his face, marring him, and covering him in a glossy sheen. Her taste flooded his mouth, reminding him of the familiar favor of his mother's cunt. This raw, delicious substance... he could drink it down for days if need be.

Connor lapped at Misty's folds as he released his hold on her, letting her slowly drop to from his body and dick. For a moment, she was still swimming in post-orgasm ecstasy, her mind drifting away. The taste of semen was thick in her mouth, the odor strong too. But the feeling of being dropped? Well... that snapped Misty back to reality.

Splash!

The vixen was quick to right herself, spinning around under the hot tub and rising up. Like last time, she savored the taste of Connor's cum, swallowing it down ever so slowly. But unlike last time, when her green eyes reopened...

She was glaring at him.

“Connor...” she snarled, causing his blood to run cold.

“Um... I... I'm sorry...?” he apologized... though Misty wasn't accepting it.

“I'm not a fish, Connor!” she shouted, “You can't just... sixty-nine me underwater, and then fuck my mouth!”

“W-well you offered!”

“I MEANT WE SHOULD SIXTY-NINE ON THE FLOOR, NOT STANDING SIXTY-NINE IN THE TUB, ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

Now, look, Connor's not an idiot. Misty was clearly the one who initiated it; she was the one who stuck her head under the surface of the tub, and placed her thighs on his shoulders. She wanted to perform a standing 69!

That being said... he was smart enough to know not to argue with Misty, especially when it's something that's clearly her fault.

The vixen eventually calmed down, her eyes closed and fists curled at her side as she puffed up her chest. He should be lucky he loved her, or else she wouldn't put up with such treatment. Less he wanted to deal with her ire for the rest of the night, he was going to have to smooth things over with his mother. Fortunately, if there was anyone in the world who knew how to make Misty happy, it was him.

Rising up from the water, Connor stood before his mother, the waters of the tub flowing down his body. Lights from around them bounced and reflected off his jet-black body, making him shimmer... and drawing quite a lot of attention to his muscular build. He may not have been a body-builder, but this wolf was someone who paid a lot of attention to his outward appearance. And while he may have been annoyed and even jealous of the way his mother ogled those other men, no one would dare say Connor was lacking.

He approached Misty, standing before her, and causing her tense face to soften slightly. Looking up at her son's body, she watched as his chest swelled with the deep breaths he took, drawing her to raise her hand. Gently, she placed it upon his chest, her dainty fingers stroking along his sculpted pectoral muscles, while her green eyes drank in the image of his marvelous physique.

So strong. So immaculate. So handsome.

As Misty's fingers ran up and down the toned ridges of his burly chest, Connor dropped his hand down around her waist. With a possessive tug, he pulled the vixen in, pressing her up against his body. Her breasts pressed against him, while she continued guiding her palm along his strong pecs. But her hands did not remain there, eventually traveling up to curl her fingers around his shoulders, where she gently scratched his back muscles.

“Ah... so strong, darling...” she whispered.

“Mom...” he replied, his voice drifting off.

Connor never saw himself as being egotistical. While he liked being praised and while he liked preening himself from time to time, he was not so self-centered that he focused on how others looked at him all the time. Quite frankly, he found it rather pathetic how some men put so much emphasis on how desirable they were to others.

But that's not how he felt now. After an entire day of watching his mother fawn over other men, to be fawned over by her now felt... uplifting. He felt strong and sexy as the vixen's hands stroked down his wet body, and as her green eyes gazed upon him with awe and wonder. And all that praise and worship traveled not to his brain... but instead to his dick.

“Mnm~?”

Misty raised an eyebrow. Grinding against her inner thigh was her son's thickening length. The vixen looked down, watching as his marvelous cock began to stiffen; blood pumping through its veins and making it as hard as steel. Bringing down her hand beneath the surface of the hot tub, she gently curled her dainty fingers around his immaculate length, where she began stroking it back and forth... back and forth... back and forth.

The throbbing shaft, the pulsating veins, the ever fattening knot; no matter how many times she touched it, saw it, sucked it, or fucked it, Connor's dick was always so beautiful. Now was no different.

Her fingers traced his penis, coming to a stop at that tapered tip. Brushing against his slit, she caused her son to shudder, and drove him to squeeze her tighter against his body. That strong grasp – so manly and possessive – drew a groan from her lips.

Gently gyrating her hips, Misty ground his length further along her thighs, sending a heat through her body, and stimulating her folds further. His cock would grind and slide along her pussy, triggering jolts that raced up and through her body, and pulled another groan from her throat. Her hips spine moved like a snake; her hips undulating to grind her pussy forward along his thick dick, while her mind raced with a flurry of sordid thoughts.

Fuck. The pleasure she felt; how it controlled her. She bit into her bottom lip to stifle a groan and even closed her eyes. Connor pulled his hand up, placing it upon her cheek, and causing her eyes to reopen. She came face to face with her son, who moved in and--

“Nmmph...”

“Hmmm~~~”

Misty's ears twitched and her tail did likewise as Connor's lips claimed her own. The wolf wasn't hungry though; wasn't seeking to devour her lips and tongue. It was a kiss of passion, of need... and of love. His tongue slid along her tongue not as domination, but as a sweet dance, one that made Misty melt and melt and meeeellllltt.

She staggered, her legs growing weak. To help his mother, Connor leaned her against the rim of the bathtub behind her, keeping her propped up. Their lips parted, heavy panting echoing between them as their eyes met one another. More and more Connor's cock pulsated against her inner thigh, telling Misty all she needed to know. He needed release just as desperately as she did. No, wait, that's not completely in.

He needed to feel her just as much as she needed to feel him. Yeah... that's it.

Once more her hand dropped down to touch his length. But this time, she didn't idly stroke him. This time, she gripped him, holding his cock hard enough to draw a grunt from his lips. Pulling back, Connor broke their kiss and gazed into Misty's eyes. She bit into her bottom lip as her green eyes met his brown ones, and her fingers continued stroking his length. Leaning back, she rested upon the edge of the tub behind her... and began lifting her leg.

Further. Further. Fuuuuurrtheeerr. Misty had always been surprisingly limber. His mother had told him that she was the cheer captain of her high school's cheerleaders when she was younger. No doubt another tall tale she told, but he never called her out for it. But now, as he watched her flaunt her surprising limberness by performing a standing split, Connor began to wonder if there was more truth to Misty's words than he originally believed.

The vixen's leg hovered in the air, with her hand placed on her thigh to keep it upright. In doing so, she exposed her pink pussy, drawing his eyes towards her glistening folds. She didn't say anything; she didn't need to say anything. Through eyesight alone, Connor knew what to do.

The wolf leaned in, his long, hard, thick cock pressed up against her folds. Misty whimpered, but quickly tensed back up as she took a deep breath. His cock – so burly and strong – began nuzzling against the entrance of her pussy... before spearing and spreading her apart. Her mouth split open, a womanly groan of ecstasy leaving her as Connor's cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. No matter how many times his cock penetrated her, this familiar feeling never lost its pleasure.

Misty's head hung back slightly as Connor's length penetrated her, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. What felt like an eternity only took a few short moments, as she came to feel his knot against her slit. It pushed against her, and if he nuzzled juuuuuuuust enough, she knew it would slip inside.

But not yet.

Connor pulled his hips back, drawing his cock along her pussy. She felt his veins and shaft grind along her tight walls, all the way until his tapered cock bottomed out of her slit. And after sitting there for a second, maybe two seconds at most...

Pat! Splash!

“Ngghh~~~! Haaah~!”

“Shit...! Nmm!!!”

Just one thrust. And that one thrust felt like ecstasy.

Connor shot his hips forward, thrusting his dick into Misty's core. His knot 'Plapped!' against her slit; not entering inside, but more like taunting her with what was to come. That strike sent pleasure racing up the vixen's body, and even made her busty breasts bounce. But her son wouldn't stop there.

Bringing up his hands, he grabbed her hip hard with one hand, and grabbed her leg with the other. Connor then moved in, pressing her chest to his chest, and pressing her nose to his nose. His closeness, his intimacy; it all felt so warm and inviting for the vixen, who bit into her bottom lip and--

Pat! Splash!

“Nnnggh~~”

Another thrust, another push of his cock to her core, another 'Plap!' of his knot against her slit, and another bounce that was sent through her body. Misty's back arched and she pulled her head back, looking like someone slapped her. But all that left her lips was a groan of ecstasy, as pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being.

Pat! Splash! Pat! Splish! Pat! Splosh!

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, again and again and again, Connor pumped his dick into Misty's pussy. His pace wasn't as fast as it could have been, but that wasn't the point. It was in his rhythm, it was in his power, and it was in how much they showed his passion for her. Connor wasn't just fucking his mother, he was making love to her.

His dick carved out space within her pussy, which was quick to grip upon his length with equal passion, need... and possessiveness. The way she wrapped around him, molding to his shape and length, and clamping down like a damn vice, brought groans from Connor. He didn't even attempt to hold it in. Why bother anyway? It was all so good.

The rhythm and pace he put on was one that continued to mount their pleasure; ever higher and higher. From the clamping pressure of his mother's pussy, to his own desperate need to 'tie-the-knot', Connor made no attempts to limit himself. They both needed this.

“Mom,” he groaned, “I'm gonna--”

“M-me too~” she whispered back, leaning in to the point that their lips were almost touching, “J-just do it already. I... hgggh...!”

Connor nodded, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. He always had more power to give, and dammit, when she was asking for it, he'd give it to her. Hips began moving forward, driving into Misty with as much weight as he could put into them. Those already heavy 'Pats!' becoming louder 'PATS!' which echoed throughout the chamber. The waters of the hot tub too quaked and quivered around them, splashing like they were triggering tsunamis with their needy coupling.

Within his mother's cunt, his cock tightened further and further, his knot too inflating just a bit further. Likewise for Misty, whose pussy throbbed and pulsated with those telltale signs of her impending orgasm. But it wouldn't be complete, not until a bit more pushing, a bit more fucking, a bit more thrusting, and finally--

POP!

“GUH!?”

“AAAH~!?”

It happened. His knot – big, plump and juicy – slammed into her cunt, widening her out and locking them together. Misty's spine arched, a cry leaving her lips as she felt the fullness of her son's knot fill her out like a balloon. This feeling? She'd never get tired of this feeling, no matter what. Her pussy clamped tighter around him, holding him fucking hostage in a tightness that made Connor's back arch as well. He pushed into the vixen, delving as deep as he possibly could until movement was physically impossible... and even then, he gave a few tugs that sent tiny jolts through their body.

And they waited like this. Panting. Breathing. Moaning. Groaning. Their eyes locked upon one another, unable to stare anywhere else. His cock was there, just on the verge, just on the tip of that release. All it needed was one more...

Tug...

And the floodgates broke.

Teeth gritted and with one final thrust, Connor's cock erupted inside Misty's pussy. Ropes of thick, pure, lupine seed shot out into his mother's cunt, painting and staining her walls. And with his knot in the way, none could escape. He just held her close, shooting his seed, and keeping her leg hiked up high.

And Misty took it. Misty took all of it.

His orgasm – hot and powerful – triggered her own. She squirted around his member, flooding his dick and pelvis with her clear, feminine juices. This geyser of feminine jizz reached high and hard, nearly showering him in his mother's lust... before trickling down into nothing more than a peter. And their combined juices – thick with equal parts love and lust – combined with one another, before slipping down to fall into the hot tub beneath them.

It was a flash in the pan. Something sudden and quick. But, damn, it didn't feel like that. When they orgasmed, it felt like an explosion, one that lasted for ages. And if not their climax, then the aftermath was certainly an eternity.

They stood there, panting and moaning, his cock buried in her snatch, his knot inflated, and that post-orgasm bliss taking hold over their minds. Staring at one another, Misty finally let her leg drop down, while she wrapped her arms around her son's neck, hugging him close. Their noses met, their eyes were locked upon one another, and after a few more moments of panting...

“Mmmph~!”

“Nmmm...!”

They kissed.

And it was the sweetest kiss they had in so long.

…

“So... did you enjoy yourself?”

That question and that tone. Ugh... why did she enjoy getting under his skin so much?

The silver moon hung high in the sky, the stars mixing with the many night lights of Document City. In the distance, one could hear cars and their horns, as well as the general sounds of a city at night. And directly in front of them, there was Neptune's Bathhouse, glowing like a white diamond even in the dark of night.

Connor and Misty stood outside of their (rented) car, the wolf giving his mother a flat look. She looked back at him, that trademark grin on her lips being sharper than any blade. After their day of rest and relaxation, he was ready to return to their hotel and sleep. But of course, that would be easy, and Misty Hail was not in the business of making life easier for him.

“Heeeey...! Don't look at me like that,” she teased whilst pointing at him, “Neptune's Bathhouse was amazing, wasn't it? The massages, the sauna, the mud bath, the food! Aaah!” she swooned, “I almost don't want to leave.”

“You're trying to get under my skin, aren't you?” Connor bemoaned, causing his mother to giggle.

“I'm just pulling your chain, darling,” she replied, “Knowing you get jealous so easily? Ah hahah! I would've never... huh... thought...”

Misty's eyes suddenly grew blank, causing Connor to tilt his head in confusion. He opened his mouth to ask her if something was wrong... only to realize why she was making that face. Looking over his shoulder, he saw two janitors walk by. Two male janitors to be exact. And, yes, these two male janitors – two crocodiles no less – were big, burly, beasts of men, who entered the bathhouse to start their night shifts.

Seeing them – and seeing Misty's reaction to them – caused Connor's annoyance to explode again, making him pout. But when he turned to face his mother again, he saw...

A grin.

“Gotcha!” she said tauntingly, making him groan.

“Oh! Just cut it out already!” he groaned whilst opening their (rented) car door.

Okay, fine! Maybe he's a bit possessive over his mother! Is that an issue? That doesn't mean he's weird or something, right? Then again... it is weird to be fucking one's own mother already, so maybe that's a moot point.

Ugh...

But as Connor sat down in their (rented) car, Misty sat beside him. And while she was still grinning like a mischievous fool, she extended her hand to him, offering it. The wolf looked at her hand... and after a few moments of hesitation, he reached over and grabbed her hand as well.

“I love you, darling. I'll always love you.”

“Haaah... I love you too... Misty.”