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"Mom, I'm home."

Wolfy shrugged his coat off his body and hung it up on the hook by the door, dragging his shoulder bag through into the living room. He was tired: the blue and white furred Husky had had a long day at school and he was glad to be home. He could already smell and sickly aroma of dinner cooking from the kitchen. It smelt like chicken, and his stomach growled at the idea of such a delightful dinner.

Surprisingly, the living room was empty. The kid's nose wrinkled in confusion, and he made his way up the stairs, heaving a sigh when he found his sister sitting in her room at the desk. He spotted his mother's tail from the bathroom.

"Hi, Wolfy." He heard his mother chin, and the small, 10 year old boy tugged his heavy sweater off his body, tossing it on his sister's bed.

"What're you doing?" He quietly asked, peeking his head into the bathroom and spotting her bend over the bath. His mother was similar to him in colour and shape: she had a collection of bright blue hair that was tied back in a pony-tail, and a slender, feminine frame. She was wearing her typical afternoon slacks, compromising of a T-Shirt tucked into a pair of sweatpants. She was running water into the bath, her hand swimming around in the water to gauge the temperature.

"Making your bath," She replied nonchalantly. "You'll have one before dinner, since you missed it yesterday."

"Aww..." The boy began, grumbling a little. He had only missed yesterday's bath because his soccer practice had overrun, meaning he got home later than usual. His mother knew that too, of course. He hated taking baths; trying to dry off his fur afterwards took an incredible amount of time.

He dumped his bag in his sister's room and slumped down next to her at the desk. She was younger than him by a good 4 years, with similar fur colour to him. She gave him a toothy grin when he sat next to her, and he returned her look with a sour expression as he pulled some paper and a pencil towards him. It was still surprisingly light outside, even at 4pm in the middle of winter, and there was plenty enough light for him to see. He began to scribble down some unabashed drawings of ninjas fighting pirates.

"What are you drawing?" She asked him with a little giggle, and he shot her a sideways glance, leaning up from his drawing for a moment.

"Pirates and junk." He replied, and she stared at his picture for a moment, before sliding her own into view.

"This is me," She pointed to a crudely-drawn picture of herself, with aptly shaded blue hair, before pointing to the thing before her representation. "And this is Sparkles, my Unicorn."

"Very nice." Wolfy drawled as he returned to his drawing, and she grinned happily at him before looking down to her drawing. She appeared to be gushing with pride, or something similar.

He sat there for a good 10 minutes doing random drawings as his sister giggled beside him, making her own silly drawings of unicorns and rainbows. After a moment, he heard the taps turn off in the bathroom, and poked his head up.

"Get undressed, Wolfy." His mother called, and the husky sighed, getting to his feet. He groaned a little more in annoyance and his mother appeared in the doorway with a stern expression. He froze; she had heard him. This wasn't good.

"You're not getting out of this. Get undressed now." She firmly demanded, and he shrank away from her a little bit. He did as he was told, though it meant he had to undress in his sister's room. It was a little embarrassing: he felt the colour rise to his cheeks as he stood by the window, looking down onto the empty street below. He turned, taking in a deep breath.

With a sigh, he lowered his hands to the hem of his shirt, toying his fingers against the rough fabric of his polo shirt, before he finally pulled it up. He exposed his lithe stomacha and the small belly button beneath. The shirt went higher and higher as he pulled them over his small pink nipples, and finally over his head. He discarded it on the floor, attempting to quickly smooth down his vibrant blue hair into a more acceptable position. His sister stared with wide eyes, suddenly quite excited: this was a new experience for her and she seemed to be rather taken with it, giggling to herself. Her laughing only made him more and more embarrassed and he fidgeted at the waistline of his school shorts, shuffling from foot to foot.

Outside, a number of kids were walking past to get home after a lesson of detention. They passed his window and paused, looking up at the open curtains to see the kid undressing, revealing his lithe, slender body that appeared almost a little effeminate. They seemed to giggle to each other and began to laugh, and Wolfy turned towards the window, hearing the noise. His eyes centered on the kids and his cheeks somehow reddened even further. It was weird to see people watching him and it was feeling humiliated.

Wolfy lowered his gaze. He couldn't go outside to change, and he felt as if he couldn't move, either. He stared down at the laughing kids outside the window, pointing and jeering. He saw them lifting their own shirts, deliberately groping at each other and making mentions to 'boobies' and other vulgar terms. Wolfy's lower lip wobbled as he shifted left and right.

"Are you done?" His mother stepped into the room as he stood by the window, and she rolled her eyes. "Come on, come on."

She moved towards him and he turned to face her, his eyes wide and a little embarrassed as she crouched in front of him. His sister sat back and watched with an odd intensity, though it weren't sexual. Wolfy's mother's hands went straight to his shorts and she unbuttoned them as the kids watched from the street below, giggling to one-another.

Her hands parted the single metal button, and she shimmied them down his hips. Wolfy wasn't sure why, but the entire situation was making him excited. He could feel his little cock pressing against his underwear, the head of head cock pressing firmly against his blue briefs. His mother didn't seem to notice, and if she did, she didn't care. She had probably dealt with this many times before: she'd seen him naked since he was a child. But for Wolfy, this was an experience that was making him feel incredibly humiliated.

Slowly, his briefs slipped down over his tail and his smooth rump, and his cock sprung out of his underwear and into the air, twitching and pulsing. He could hear whooping and jeering from the street outside, knowing that the other cubs around his age were laughing at his bare ass being on show. He quivered, biting his lip in shame as the head of his cock formed a tiny bead of pre-cum forming at the urethra. The husky whined, wanting to cover himself. But, before he could, his mother spun him around to help him out of his shorts that clung to his ankles. His dick swung left and right and dangled in plain view of the kids below, who turned eerily silent, before bellowing in laughter. Wolfy whimpered to himself and covered his heads as his mother forcibly raised and lowered his feet to get the clothes off of his ankles.

"Come on now," She urged him, getting to her feet and hooking a hand under his arm. She dragged him, forcibly, out of the room, causing him to stumble and trip as he went. In a way, he was glad: the bathroom didn't really have a window that people could look into, but his eyes widened when he watched his 6 year old sister waddling on her little legs after them, giggling to herself. He tried to protest as he was dragged into the bathroom, his feet pressing down against the warm, slightly damp tiled floor.

"Get in the tub." His mother demanded, and he spluttered a moment of protest as the sister stepped into the room with a happy grin. His mother didn't seem to care, shutting the door behind them.

"But Mom, she's..." He began, pointing to his sister. His mother gave him a withering look and he lowered his head, resigning to his fate. After a moment, he lifted his leg, pressing his foot into the bath as a hand covered his erection, trying not to draw attention to it. He winced for a moment; the water was hot!

After a moment of hissing and adjusting, he was finally in the bath, and he settled in amongst the bubbles that surrounded him. His sister moved to sit over on the lid of the toilet seat, grinning over at him as he adjusted her tiny dress. Wolfy shot her a sour look as his mother leant down with a bottle of shampoo.

Wolfy could feel shampoo being lathered into his hair and he grumbled a little, hot and flustered. He was embarrassed: everyone had seen his boner, and now his sister was staring at his naked body. He was thankful for the bubbles; he used them to cover his crotch and kept his hands firmly clasped over his little erect cock. He had to shift his head and body every so often as his mother washed his small body, and his foreskinned cock occasionally rubbed against his hands. It made his arousal all the more agonizing. He cursed puberty!

Slowly, his mother's hands delved lower as the shampoo was firmly lathered into his hair. She reached for the shower head she kept to the side, turning on the tap. Raising it up, she bent his head down as she washed his hair of the soapy suds, running his hands through his fur and hair to make sure it was thoroughly rinsed. Her fingers occasionally tugged at some knots in his hair, which made him wince and wriggle, making his predicament even worse.

She was finished, and set the shower head aside. Reaching out, she stroked along his stomach as she pressed shampoo onto her hand. She rubbed it into his fur and he complained for a moment.

"I can do it myself..." He began, and grumbled when she ignored him as her hand rubbed over and around to his back. He grumbled a bit more and she rolled her eyes.

"If I left you to do it, you'd probably refuse and just sit here." She replied logically, and admittedly, she was correct. Wolfy knew it, but he didn't have to like it.

Soon enough, she had to move lower, and he didn't want to her. As her hand trailed towards his crotch, he wriggled and squirmed away from her, pressing his palms down against his twitching boner. He felt a brief, stabbing sensation of utter pleasure, before it dissipated. She sighed, and ignored it for now as her hands moved towards his legs instead. She rubbed along his slender appendages, from his inner thigh and all the way down to his ankles. She raised his feet out of the water, and he couldn't help but giggle as she ran her hands across his toes, making him squirm.

"I need to do that special area now, Wolfy. Move your hands." She eventually said, and he was dreading it. The husky cub hesitated for a moment as he watched her stern expression, before he finally resigned to his fate. He moved his hands away and her hands went to his member.

She wasn't being sexual. Far from it, of course. But, it needed to be cleaned, and she worked hard at it. Her hands ran over his little cock, sliding up and down to twitching erection as Wolfy squirmed beneath her grip. He bit his lips hard, feeling his cheeks quickly grow flushed. It felt so damn good, but it was humiliating that she was washing his dick.

A hand trailed down before he noticed it, and he tensed as he felt a hand cupping his small, tiny balls. His toes curled as felt a sickening pleasure resonating throughout his system as her hands wormed around his little nuts, rolling them in her fingers as she slid her fingers between the creases of his inner high and all the way down to his taint. Such a thorough cleaning of his privates made him feel a little dizzy, and incredibly ashamed. He felt an aching groan in his loins, and he knew it wasn't good.

But, thankfully, she stopped. Her hands withdrew from his crotch and he blew a shaky sigh of relief, his cheeks a deep shade of scarlet underneath his fur. He sigh and hunched his knees up, attempting to refrain from touching his own cock; it was disaster waiting to happen down there.

"Alright, out you come," His mother insisted. "There's not much time left until dinner, and I want you dressed before I serve up."

Wolfy knew better then to complain now, and did as he was told. He clambered out of the bath, and his mother waited for a moment, holding out an arm for him to use to keep himself steady. He stepped out, using her as a hand-rest as he stepped onto the town beneath his feet that soaked up the water dripping from his fur. He never liked baths. He had to spend ages getting his fur dry.

His mother reached for a towel, and was about to begin drying off the little husky pup when she heard a ringing from the kitchen. She opened the door and the ringing was louder.

"That's the timer," She began. "Your sister can carry on from here."

"But...!" Wolfy was about to protest that he could dry himself, but his Mother left the room before he could finish his sentence. He faltered and lowered his head, sighing. One hand was covering his crotch, the other was holding the towel; his mother had just handed it to him.

Slowly, his sister slid off of her seat with a big, wide grin on her face. She slid towards him and took the towel from his grip. She was only 6, and not that great at patting someone down and drying them off, but she usually tried her best at everything she did. She pushed the towel against his body and rubbed up and down.

She wasn't that good at it, but Wolfy didn't have the heart to tell her to stop. He kept his hands firmly enclosed over his twitching, still-erect cock as she patted him all over, occasionally hopping up onto the small stool nearby to dry off his hair and shoulders, as she couldn't reach otherwise.

His sister was admittedly quite interested in her brother's twitching little dick, and he was too embarrassed to show it to her, let alone be in the same room as her when he had a boner. But, on this occasion, he had no choice but to stand there. She wiped down his rump and down to his legs before she finally stopped, the slightly damp towel in her hands.

"W...What?" He asked her as she gave him a determined look. Her eyes flashed down to his crotch as his cheeks brightened their shade of red. He knew what she was implying.

"A-Absolutely not!" He insisted, but she was adamant. She pushed her hands at his own, forcing his cock to wriggle left and right beneath his own grip. He could feel the pleasure building up within him again and he let out a small whimper. Finally, he stopped resisting: the sooner she 'patted him down', the sooner she'd stop playing with his little cock.

It didn't go to plan, however. She pushed the towel against his dick and balls as she wormed the rough, textured fabric against his member. She slid it over his balls, squirming and squishing them about. He squired on the spot, his breath hot and heavy. She had no idea what she was doing to him, and he didn't want to tell her.

His breathing grew more and more erratic. She didn't appear to want to stop as she kept patting and pressing against his dick. The foreskinned tip was twitching and pulsing against the towel as she slid it back and forth, giggling to herself as she made sure the entirety of his cock was incredibly dry. She seemed to enjoy watching his little thing twitch, though her curiosity was purely innocent.

Wolfy couldn't take it anymore. He felt the pleasure building and building. He could feel the roughness of the towel dragging against his skin and the pressure of her fingertips beneath it gripping against his dick every so often. It was all too much, and soon, his climax hit.

His mother walked into the room to a humiliating site, for the pup. Wolfy let out a lewd, hot groan as his cock pulsed, spurting thin globules of cum right onto the towel. A stray string spurted forwards and landed on the tiled floor in front of him, and his knees knocked towards, his toes curling against the towel on the floor and his fists clenching. His body was reacting to the sickening pleasure of his orgasm and his hips couldn't help but buck themselves as he shot another few strings, his little dick twitching against the towel. His sister had stopped, her eyes wide with wonder at the sudden ejaculation of liquid. She didn't quite understand.

"Wolfy! Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" His mother exclaimed, and Wolfy let out yelp of surprise, covering his still orgasming crotch. A few spurts of cum shot onto the palms of his hands as he tried to cover himself, overwhelmed with embarrassment. He felt tears stinging his eyes and he sniffled a little, feeling completely and utterly ashamed.

"Goodness me..." His mother sighed, clearly not seeing a major issue with it, thought she were surprised. "...Such a silly kid. Go get dressed."

Wolfy darted towards the door and she petted the cub's head gently as she went. She wasn't going to scold his too much: hormones were a hard thing to deal with. Though she felt bad that he was so embarrassed. The little pup ran to his room and shut the door, leaning against the frame for a moment as he stared down at his gooey hands.

He slowly went to get dressed, tugging on his clothes and dressing in his pyjamas for the evening. He hoped something that humiliating never happened again.

Now that the horrific situation was over, he tried to put it to the back of his mind as he went downstairs to get his dinner. His sister clearly hadn't forgotten, and Wolfy stared at her smug expression. She seemed to delight in his suffering, he was sure of it.

His mother never spoke a word of what she walked in on, to spare him the embarrassment of it all, and he was thankful. He ate his food in silence along with his family, and they sat down to watch some television before bed when it was all over. He cuddled up with himself on the couch and watched the TV, taken in by the evening cartoons that were meant to help him sleep.

With that, he went to bed, and tried to forget all about what had happened that evening. He pushed the thoughts of those other laughing boys, and his sister's hand wrapped around his dick to the back of his mind. He didn't want to have to think about them ever again.

Morning came before he realised it. He'd had a dream, one where he was sitting and playing video games, and was sucked into the Television. He remembered that he was flying through the air over a vast sea, with the wind in his fur and a smile on his face. He clambered out of bed and made his way through into the bathroom.

It was a Saturday. He vaguely remembered what they were doing today. His mother liked them to stay active, and his sister loved to swim. They were going to a swimming pool. He slowly scooped up his toothbrush and smeared paste onto the bristled end, sticking it in his mouth.

"Can't be so bad," Wolfy mumbled to himself amidst brushing. "Just get in the pool and swim."

He dreaded what might occur, admittedly. He seemed to be having the worse luck lately, given what happened yesterday. Despite his best intentions to forget the horrible experience, it still sat there at the forefront of his mind, replaying over and over, just when he thought he'd forgotten it. He worried it might be like that for the rest of his life, and the thought of remembering it over and over brung a brief blush of shame to his cheeks.

He slowly leant up off the sink and spat into it, wiping his mouth as he deposited his toothbrush back in the cup. He hoped he wouldn't end up loosing his trunks or peeing in the pool, or something equally as ridiculous.

"You up, honey?" He heard his mother call, and Wolfy stepped back into the hallway.

"Yeah," He called. "Just about to get dressed."

"Okay," His mother replied. "Breakfast's on the table."

He swiftly ducked into his room to change out of his pyjamas, opting for a pair of shorts and a loose T-Shirt. He'd be changing out of them again anyway.

With that, he made his way down the stairs and back into the kitchen, where he slumped down into a chair and poured out his cereal into a pre-set bowl. He chewed away thoughtfully, wanting to get this day over with so he could stay in his room for the evening and play video games. That would be better than swimming all day, where he might embarrass himself further.

"Excited?" He heard his mother say, and he snapped his eyes up. She was talking to his sister, who was eagerly nodding in her direction. Wolfy lowered his gaze back to his food and polished off the bowl.

"Right, come on then, you two," She said to them. "I already have your clothes packed. Let's go."

She stood, and they did in turn, heading towards the door. She opened up the door and Wolfy's sister ducked between her arms, giggling madly as she waddled off down the porch towards his mother's sleek black Ford Transit. Wolfy grumbled a bit to himself and trudged after her as his mother locked up.

They clambered into the back seat, and Wolfy glanced over to his sister. She looked as if she could barely contain her excitement, and he soured at her cheery, happy demeanor. He looked back to the front and saw his mother finally climb into the driver's seat. She pulled out onto the road and they were away within seconds.

Between him and his sister sat the bag with their swimgear, and he was glad his mother had packed it rather than himself. He might have forgotten to put his trunks in or something similar, and that would have been a disaster. Just thinking about it brought a blush of embarrassment to his cheeks.

The local swimming pool was a short ride from their house, and his mother pulled up into the drive after 10 minutes of driving. She yanked up the handbrake, and within seconds, they were out of the car and heading up the brief flight of steps into the main building.

Wolfy and his sister stood to the side as his mother paid for their session, which typically granted them 2 hours of time in the public outdoor pool. Before that, however, was the changing rooms. It was the most grueling part; the children's changing rooms, specifically 10 and under, were unisex.

"Come on then," His mother chimed, and the pair of them were ushered into the small changing room.

There was only a couple of people there, but that was enough to make Wolfy nervous: they were without their parents, just two young boys changing into their own swimming clothes without any shame of discomfort about changing in front of people. Wolfy shuffled back and forth for a moment and heard the two kids snickering to themselves about the fact that a kid their age had brung his mother with them. Wolfy tried to lock out what they were saying.

"Oh...Oh dear." His mother mumbled, and Wolfy snapped his eyes towards her. She was rummaging within the sports bag she had carried inside, and she gave her son an apologetic look.

"I've...um," She began, looking a bit embarrassed herself. "Forgot to bring your trunks. You'll have to borrow your sister's spare."

"Y...You're joking." Wolfy squeaked out, his face turning a deep shade of scarlet at the situation. He knew what his sister's bikini bottoms looked like, and soon enough, they came into view. They were frilly little things: small and pink, held together by a bit of cord that can over the tip. They were a startling contrast to his own blue fur, and everyone would notice them. He shook his head frantically and his mother gave him a stern, withering look. He couldn't disobey her.

His mother began to get his sister changed as Wolfy stood there, staring down at the frilly pants that had been set on the bench in front of him. Over and over in his mind, he replayed the events of yesterday, and even what might happen today. He dreaded to think of what might occur, and he continually told himself that he couldn't do it.

But, one look from his mother was all it took to sway his opinion. He looked back to her to find she was already done changing his sister, who was standing at the door to the indoor pool impatiently in her vibrant pink swimsuit over her lithe figure.

"Come on." His mother sighed as she grabbed the massive towel she'd brung with them, lifting it up and cover him from unwanted eyes, namely the two boys across from them who were changing, and other people who had already come in by that point. Wolfy looked up at his mother pleadingly, but she was having none of it.

"Get changed. Now." She demanded, and he whimpered and complied. He peeled off his T-Shirt and set it on the bench, and shimmied out of shirts. Soon enough, he was standing in the nude with his closed in a clump on the bench. He instinctively covered his privates and felt the colour rise to his cheeks. Even if it was just his mother and his sister, it was still embarrassing.

"Come give us a hand. Get some sunscreen on him." He heard his mother calling over to his sister, and he practically paled in response. He heard his sister pad her way over the tiled floor towards them, and she delved into the bag to retrieve the sunscreen. They didn't even really need it, but he could already see that she was covered in the stuff. He used a different factor to her, however.

His mother continued to hold up the towel, giving instructions to his sister. She squirted a dollop onto her palm as instructed, and then smeared it into Wolfy's fur. She might not have realised the consequences of her actions, but the combination of his embarrassment as his small hands running over his hormonal, pubescent body was enough to stir the senses.

He couldn't stop himself, even if he tried. As his hands were firmly clasped over his little member, he could feel his cock swelling under his own touch, pushing and pulsing up against his hands. He tried to will himself to stop, chanting a begging mantra over and over in his head, but it only made the situation worse. His embarrassment only made him harder, and his sister didn't seem to mind, or even notice.

Soon enough, her small hands roamed lower and lower on his body until she was at his legs, sliding her greasy hands up and down his legs to smear the sunscreen onto him, and he stared down at her with an embarrassed look. He kept his hands firmly clasped down over his little member and insisted to himself that he may never remove them, for as long as they were in the room.

His hope didn't last, however. Once his sister was finished, he was commanded to change into the frilly panties. At first, he thought to argue and refuse, but he knew better than to test his mother's wrath, and he'd been on the receiving end of it multiple times. Slowly, he reached for them, and gulped down his nerves as he slipped them on.

They were incredibly tight around his junk, and he knew his mother had spotted his twitching erection amidst the tangle of limbs when he was changing. They were tight-fitting, pressing firmly down against his hips. His small scrotum somehow remained hidden inside the panties, but there was a definitive bulge in the bikini bottoms that everyone would be able to see. On instinct, Wolfy covered himself again as his lower lip wobbled. He couldn't go out like this.

"Come on." His mother tugged him along by the ear, and he knew now that he didn't have a choice. They stepped out into the midday sun above which beat down gently upon their oiled up fur, making them look shiny in comparison to everyone else. His sister clearly was unable to wait, and made a beeline for the shallow end of the pool. For whatever reason, his mother didn't stop her. To be fair, Wolfy wouldn't have either; she was a good swimmer.

"Go have fun." His mother slapped him on the rump, and he jumped, startled, moving forwards. He stopped in his tracks. Most of the heads in the swimming pool were turned towards him, and some began whispering to people beside them. Then, some people started laughing. Wolfy's lip wobbled. He could feel his erection twitching in his pants, strained by the tight fabric. As he moved, he could feel the cord in the bikini bottoms straining and beginning to loosen, and he hoped they wouldn't fall apart.

Slowly, he managed to make his way past everyone, despite his wobbling legs and his nerves. He slipped into the pool and was thankful now that no-one could really see what he was wearing. Though, the water wasn't bubbling, so the contrastingly pink colour to his blue fur was still visible outside the water. He tried to cover himself, blushing furiously. This was torture.

The humiliation was getting the better of him, but he tried his best not to be so caught up in it. Each movement under the water pushed against his bulging erection, and he was becoming more and more evident of how hard he actually was. The waves of pleasure coursing throughout his body which made it even worse. It took a lot of his willpower not to squirm under the sensations.

He climbed out of the water after 10 minutes of trying to keep still, deciding it might be best to have a bit of fun whilst he still can. He made his way over to the diving board, as people left and right snickered at him, amused at his outfit, and even shocked at the erection he was housing inside those frilly bikini bottoms.

He stepped up onto the board, following the wake of another diver who had finished just before he stepped on. He moved his way out to the end of the board as people waited for him to leap in. Then, he felt it. The straining on the cord suddenly began loose. The bikini pants snapped in two and fell in a pile around his feet. His erection swayed up to full mast right in front of everyone, and he let out a weak gasp, his cheeks turning the shade of a ripe tomato.

He quickly covered himself amidst the small din of laughter that erupted over the entire poolside. He turned and ran off the end of the board and back onto the tiled ground below him, then proceeded to find a place to hide, in the hopes no-one may ever find him. He sniffled and whimpered amidst his embarrassment as he moved to duck behind the outdoor toilets, hiding behind them. He pulled his knees up to his chest and curled himself into a ball on the floor. This was the worst day of his life, and he could feel the humiliation eating away at his very soul.

Someone peeked around the side of the outdoor toilets and chuckled when they saw him, and he snapped his horrified expression up to them. The humiliation crept in deeper, and he darted out, making his way to somewhere else. He spotted a towel on the far end of the poolside, and he looked across the water. He could see his mother and her angry face. Fear set in a little bit. He didn't want her to be mad at something that wasn't his fault. He moved onwards and grabbed the towel, moving behind a collection of pool rings. He hoped to hide there, but it was a futile effort.

He wrapped the towel around himself and groaned as he felt his twitching member pushing up against the rough texture of the fabric. He remembered what had happened yesterday with his sister, and that only made his uncontrollable arousal worse. A small bead of pre-cum dabbed on the towel, leaving a thinly-vieled wet spot on it. He squatted down again and lowered his head, staring at the tiled floor below him. He could hear footsteps approached, but he secretly hoped no-one would come for him. Alas, it was not the case.

The towel was whipped from his waist and tossed aside, and he felt a sharp pinching on his ear as someone grasped him by the appendage. He looked up with fearful eyes to realise it was this own mother, and her expression told him exactly what she was thinking.

"Why do you always have to embarrass yourself, and me?" He suddenly heard his mother say, and felt a sharp yank on his ear, forcing him to his feet. He let out a cry of protest, his hands firmly clasped over his twitching little cock now that it was in the open air. The pleasure was getting too much. The laughter around him was too intense, and to top it off, he had his mother's annoyed expression looking down upon him.

She began to drag him across the poolside and back towards the changing rooms, and he stumbled. It was too much for him. The movement of his hands and body, forcing his cock to grind against his own palms forcing an orgasm out of him. He couldn't stop it, even if he tried. A small whimper escaped his throat as he felt gooey globules of cum spurt into his fingertips, dripping down onto his legs as he walked. The very force of his orgasm caused him to stumble, and he tripped, falling hard onto his knees. He sat there for a moment as his mother tried to pull him up, emptying the last of his balls onto his crotch and upper legs as he panted and huffed, overwhelemed with the pleasure.

For a moment, his mother didn't seem to notice, until she eventually caught on. With a sigh, she straightened up and cleared her throat. His sister was called over and he was tugged to his feet. They made their way towards the changing rooms as his mother dragged him onwards.

This time, they were thankfully empty. Wolfy, dejected, made his way to the bench as he moved his gooey, cum-covered hands away from his cock, which now hung half-limp against his balls, the end of his member dripping with seed.

"Well..." His mother began. "I suppose they were too small for you."

She seemed to have calmed down, and Wolfy was secretly glad: he didn't want to be blamed for this. His hormones, and the tight panties, weren't his fault this time! It was his mothers, and she'd better know it.

"Come on," He heard his mother sigh out. "Lets get you changed, and we'll go home."

Wolfy was glad. He didn't know if he'd ever get over how embarrassing this day was. He closed his eyes and sat there for a moment, before getting changed and heading out the changing rooms and back to the door.

At least tomorrow would be better, right?