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Tina Walton was still reeling, as she writhed against her chair and shook her head, still trapped in the kind of bondage that made proper movement impossible.

"Turn it off... turn the damned thing off!" she shouted back at her niece, as the terrible, gut-wrenching display of her husband having sex with another woman finally drew to a close.

Little Sarah, or at least, formerly little, was grinning from ear to ear as she watched her aunt crying out in displeasure. It seemed that the corruption of the Walton family was almost complete, and Sarah was perhaps the most wicked of all the members. "Awwww, poor Aunt Tina...don't tell me it upset you that much to see your husband choosing another woman over you?"

"I don't know what kind of fucked up, black magic shit is going on in this twisted little town, but I'm going to get to the bottom of it, and my family is never coming back here ever again!"

"I'm afraid we can't just let you leave," Sarah replied, her voice surprisingly calm for the rage that was Tina. "What about poor Kyle, here? He can never go back to a proper, human city ever again. There's no cure for this, after all. There's only accepting the change...or ending up on the farm, like the rest of them."

There was something so ominous about the idea of being farmed for corrupted milk that Tina actually felt fear creeping back across her face, and while she would have done anything to help her family, she was beginning to see just how far out of reach help really was. "W-we'd figure something out. Kyle is a good boy, he'd be able to blend in and make a life for himself!"

"He's a werewolf now, Aunt Tina, just like you're becoming, thanks to all of that tasty seed on your face. He can only mate with other werewolves now, and I'm afraid that almost all of us are spoken for...except for you."

"Don't listen to her," Kyle immediately cut in, as he used his new, deadly sharp claws to cut the ropes from his nude mother, releasing her from the chair. "We can still get out of here and get help. We can make it back home and find a way to fix this!"

Kyle knew all too well that Sarah was just trying to finish his mother's corruption. If Tina wasn't careful, she'd allow herself to be enticed by the darkness that was building up within her, and though it was a faint sliver, Kyle was holding onto the hope that there might still be a way out of this.

Sarah wouldn't allow it. "Your son doesn't know what he's talking about, Aunt Tina. I've been living this way for a few months now...there's no escaping this place, once it has you. There's already fur spreading across your body and claws emerging from your fingers. It's only a matter of time before you're the perfect fit to join your son in orgasmic bliss..."

"I would NEVER!" Tina shot back at her niece. "What you made him do to me was already more than I can forgive myself for, but I wouldn't dare to cross such a line with a child that I birthed!"

"And why not? Your husband already rejected you for another woman and impregnated her. What's so wrong with using your son to get even?"

Kyle gulped fearfully. Sarah was incredibly manipulative, and though Tina was a virtuous woman, she did have a fault that anyone could exploit: terrible jealousy.

"It's really not such a bad idea, Aunt Tina. I could see the little blush in your cheeks when Kyle sprayed his cum all over your face. You were ashamed, but part of you enjoyed that...I could see it in your eyes. You didn't think there was anything wrong with accepting your son's seed on your lips, so why not allow it to flow where it belongs?"

"S-Sarah, you...you need to stop this!" Kyle yelled at her, as he tried to ignore the way that her words aroused him, which was only made worse by the sight of his mother's bare flesh slowly turning to a coat of mellow, brown fur. Her face was already shifting into a muzzle, her tail had burst out from bare flesh and wiggled around as it waited for fur to complete it, and her breasts began to swell in anticipation of the milk they'd soon be producing.

In his new form, it was impossible for Kyle not to be attracted to her, but he had to do everything that he could to cling to reason and resist Sarah's temptations.

"He's my son, Sarah. In no universe can you convince me that this is an acceptable thing to do!" Tina argued, as Sarah came to stand aside the mother and son. "I don't care how wonderful it felt for you to cross that line with your father!"

"You sure do seem to have a happy marriage, Aunt Tina, but I think that's all gone, now...Ms. Schafer has your husband on a string, and soon, he'll be just as corrupted as you are," Sarah commented, quick to point out the way that Tina was now more wolf than human, and her transformation was nearly complete. "No one will be able to recognize either one of you anymore, and now that he's sexually bonded with our next door neighbor, you need to find someone else to bond with."

"W-well...I couldn't do that with my son, anyway, since you've already done that!"

"A little handjob between cousins is nothing," Sarah suggested. "You should have seen the kind of things we did when we visited each other as kids."

Tina turned her horrified gaze to Kyle, who tried to look as innocent as he could. In truth, he was, but Sarah was deep into the shattered mind of her aunt by then, and twisting and turning her reality was an easy task. "Kyle, is this...is this true?!"

"Don't believe a word of it," Kyle replied, trying to keep what little calm he had left. "We never did anything like that!"

"Sure we did," Sarah cut in. "And every time we fucked on my bed, you used to tell me how you wished you could try this with your mother, instead of your little cousin..."

To someone who was in their right of mind, they would have known that Kyle was the one telling the truth.

In her current situation, however, Tina Walton was completely lost, and even if she was sure of herself, she wasn't sure that she could trust her son any longer. Worse still, as the transformation took a full hold of not just her body, but her mind, uncontrollable urges began to build inside of her and tell her that she shouldn't just be gazing over her son with eyes of concern.

"I know that she's lying to us, Kyle."

Kyle let out a sigh of relief and shook his head, hoping that they might yet be able to find a way out of their predicament. "That's all I needed to hear, then. We need to go ge-

"But even if she is, that doesn't mean I've never thought about you in such a way, my son," Tina explained, cutting her son off in the middle of his sentence and standing upright. Her body moved slowly, trying to accentuate just how thick her curves were, now that her body was the full shape of a deadly, ferocious werewolf. "And it seems to me like I have only one way to get back at that backstabbing father of yours..."

"M-Mom...no. No. Don't succumb to her!" Kyle tried to plead with her, even as she began to walk over to the chair that he still sat upon. "She's just messing with your head! There's no need for any of this!"

"She can't be messing with my head anymore than she did with yours. After all, you let her stroke her hands all over that thick, bulging knot and bring you to an orgasm, didn't you?"

For that, Kyle had no proper response. He'd allowed his moral code to falter to a low that he'd never known before, and in the face of such an accusation, it felt wrong for him to tell his mother to resist such a forbidden temptation. He'd already committed an act of incest right in front of her, and now, it seemed that she wanted to be a greater part of the act.

"If your father didn't want a second child from my body, that's fine...but I want one, Kyle, and you're the only man left who can give me one."

Sarah stepped back from the tense couple and sat upon the edge of her bed, grinning with delight. Even before any physical contact began, she knew that she'd already put things too far in motion to be stopped, and when Tina finally came to rest her paws on the fur-covered shoulders of her son, it was only a matter of time before he gave into her.

"Mom, w-we...we can't do this. We just can't. I don't care what kind of changes we've undergone, I don't care what dad did to you, and I damn sure don't care that we've been poisoned...we just need to resist this!"

Tina snickered the best that she could through her fang-filled muzzle. "Why bother resisting it, Kyle? Your cousin Sarah was always such a smart, young woman, and she's right; there's no way we can come back from this. We might as well go with the flow, my child...haven't you always wanted a little baby brother or sister? Now, you can make your own, inside of Mommy..."

Kyle didn't want to admit that it felt incredible to have his cousin jerk him off. He didn't want to admit that he was actually attracted to the nude form of his mother, and her certainly didn't want to admit that her words were turning him on in a way that he could scarcely describe.

True as all of those things were, however, it was no shock when the sheath between his legs gave way to the bright, pink and red flesh of his canine member. The tapered tip emerged of its own accord and came to life, pointing up toward the tummy of his own mother, just above the place he spent nine months inside of her body.

"Looks like your body is going to answer for you, after all," Tina murmured to her son, as she gave him a quick wink with her golden, transformed eyes. "It's okay to love your mother, Kyle. There are many ways you can show your love for me..."

Tina had already wrapped her paw around the base of Kyle's growing length when he pressed a paw to her chest, but it wasn't to steal a cheap grope or to wrap his arms around his mother.

Corruption washed over Tina's son, as he looked up at her with a devious, terrifying grin.

"You really wanna fuck your own son, hm?"

"I thought I'd made that entirely clear," Tina replied, as she began to gently stroke at Kyle's full, erect flesh.

Letting out a quick wince of pleasure, but still keeping his mother at bay, Kyle gripped her wrist and paused her motions, taking full control of the situation. "Then you'd better beg for it, mom...show me what a little slut you can be. Beg to be knotted by your own child, if you really want it that badly."

The desires of the incestuous pair were twisted enough to begin with, but as they came together, Tina felt her heart skip a beat. She was being controlled by a lust that she still didn't fully understand, and she bent to the whims of it as Kyle kept her back, refusing to give her the thing she most desired until she properly asked for it.

"F-fuck...fuck me, son..."

"You can beg better than that," Kyle told her, keeping a painfully tight grip on her wrist and refusing to let her so much as stroke her son's cock until she improved her rhetoric.

Wincing just slightly and beginning to pout, Tina flattened her ears and tried to move closer to Kyle, knowing the kind of pleasure she could give to him if she could just make it into his lap. "Give me your knot, Kyle! P-please, pull your mother in and fuck her silly! Pound my thick, n-needy haunches... please!"

Smirking and licking one of the long, jagged fangs that stuck out past his jowls, Kyle finally released his mother's wrist, and his paw came away from her chest. The moment she could move again, Tina nearly knocked Kyle out of the chair, as she pounced right into his lap and wrapped her legs around the back of the seat, keeping Kyle pinned down to the cushion, and keeping her body planted firmly over his own; there would be no escaping the rush of his cum, once she finally milked it out of him.

A mother's heated sex was brushing and rubbing desperately against her son's thick, pulsing cock as she gave him a few quick, subtle grinds. If she were going to cross such a forbidden line, she wanted the moment to be memorable, and she only wished that she could drag out the moment with her son and make things a bit more special...but her mind was no longer under her control, and her body followed suit, as she lifted her hips up high, before settling the folds of her labia against the tapered tip of his cock.

She may not have been quite ready to take all that he had to offer, but she just couldn't wait any longer. Gripping her son's shoulders, Tina slammed her hips down and took the whole of her son in one fierce, slightly painful dip. Her inner walls did all that they could to adjust to the thick, filling flesh of her son's cock, but with such a sudden and rapid jab of the hips, she still howled out in a delight that didn't care about pain or soreness; it only concerned itself with the forbidden, incestuous pleasure that came to follow, as her son pumped his hips up into her body.

Their forms met right at the middle, and Sarah watched eagerly as her aunt and cousin began to pound into each other with an inhuman strength. The chair barely had the durability to keep up with their rapid, forceful pace, and it swayed and squeaked with each pass, as Tina treated her son like little more than a mounted dildo, bouncing herself on his manhood with such a vigor that the legs of the chair were digging tears into the carpeted floor.

Leaning back over her bed and spreading her legs just slightly, Sarah began to strip away her clothes and kick her jeans down to the floor. Her panties were completely soaked through at the lustful display that she was fortunate enough to see, and it made for a silky, smooth texture against her sex as she rubbed a pair of fingers along the length of her slit. She could easily have gotten a little more involved with the pair, but knowing just how ferocious they might be if she did, she simply watched and enjoyed herself, knowing that she'd done just what she was asked to do, and that she'd be very handsomely rewarded for it.

The fantasy of riding her father's cock while she watched the show was enough to keep Sarah on edge the entire time, but for the pair of newly made werewolves, a quick romp wasn't going to be nearly enough. "Th...That's incredible! Oh, by the gods...if I'd k-known my son was such a g-good fuck, I would have hopped on his cock years ago! Yes! Y-Yes!" Tina cried out, plenty loud enough for everyone next door to hear what was going on, and know that she'd given in to the same temptations that her husband had.

Regretful as he was at the start, Kyle was quickly warming up to his mother. He wasn't a virgin, by any means, but he had been in the middle of a dry spell, and her walls were just so welcoming, a thought that might have made his stomach turn only days earlier.

In this heat of the moment, however, he couldn't deny that every part of her body was putting him into a sensual overdrive. He couldn't keep his paws off of her, as his claws stroked down through the thick, soft fur upon her back, just so they could come to settle on her rump and squeeze each of the full, supple cheeks that he found there. "You're s-so fuckin' good, mom... damn!" Kyle cursed as he buried his face in against her breasts, licking across the soft mounds of flesh with an erratic, inexperienced aim. In his new form, with his long, flat tongue, it wasn't so easy for him to merely suckle upon her breasts...but he could easily coat them in his saliva, as if he were grooming them, and a whimper of delight from Tina above was all of the encouragement he needed to continue.

Sloppy, forceful and brimming with lust, the mother and son continued on, much to the excitement of Sarah, who couldn't keep her hands from sneaking up to her breasts, as well. She squeezed one in her hand and gently tweaked her nipple as she began to dip fingertips into her slit, just wishing that she could be on the receiving end of her cousin's cock; she'd simply have to get her hands on her father again, later.

Kyle hadn't forgotten that his cousin was watching, and though his old mind would have been disgusted, his new mind was enticed by the fact that she could see the act. He wanted her to see just how skillful he was, and the kind of sex that she was passing up on by being a bystander, instead of getting directly involved in the act. It would have been the chance of a lifetime for the trio...but Sarah played coy, opting to stay the naughty, incestuous voyeur that she was.

If she'd gotten too close, anyway, Tina might have tossed her away. Her body was exercising all of the new strength that it had upon her son, who was actually struggling to keep up with her pace. Her sex was dripping with lustful moisture, her inner walls clenched and squeezed without pattern or reason, keeping Kyle from being able to guess when that little extra bit of pleasure was coming, and her breasts bounced and swayed with the force and speed of their mating, keeping her son's eyes completely entertained by their alluring motion.

Bet you never would have guessed you'd enjoy fucking your mother so much, hm? she thought, her expressions taking on a softer look as she gazed down over her panting, gasping child. He was nearly up to his sack inside of her, stopping just short of the knot, and every few seconds, his eyes would wince shut with his ecstasy...it was obviously more than any other woman had given him, even his own cousin, and in as much, Tina felt a motherly sort of pride welling up inside of her, as her arms slipped up from his shoulders and cradled his head into her heaving chest, showing her affection for the love he was giving her.

After all, she'd never known such a pleasure, either, and it was more than her body could stand for much longer. "Kyle..."

"M-Mother...?"

"Mommy's gonna cum...mommy n-needs to fucking cum, baby!"

In a way, it was a chance for Tina to see just how much of a man her son really was. Her corrupted mind was curious if he would simply give in to his own earthly pleasures and grant her wishes, or if he'd make her wait; he could easily tease her into submission if he were so inclined.

His lack of experience would have leaned toward the latter, but instead, Kyle managed just a tiny grin as his paws wrapped around the hips of his mother and tried to slow her pace and hold her still. "I d-don't think you've begged enough, Mother... beg for this f-fucking knot!"

Sarah could feel her own orgasmic juices spilling over her fingertips and glistening in the low light of the bedroom as Kyle took a step toward being a truly dominant male, and Tina whimpered as her body was held still, so close to reaching an orgasm, but being outright denied it. "Ooooh, son! Don't make mommy wait...f-fuck me, Kyle! Bury that fucking knot in me, please! I need it!"

Claws dug into the sides of Tina's hips and left dark, red scratches in her flesh as Kyle pulled her whole body down toward his crotch. An excessive flood of arousal had already stained his entire lap and the upholstery on the chair, thanks to just how excited Tina was to fuck her own offspring, but there would be a new stain to join it in moments, as Kyle tried to spear his mother around his knot. The very tip of his canine manhood was already beginning to poke at her cervix as she gritted her fangs and winced her eyes shut tight.

She was every bit as determined as he was, but with his hips pinned to the chair, he could only give her so much help. The desire to be knotted was enough to get her hips moving again, and Kyle nearly felt the cum being milked right out of his cock as his mother bounced rapidly upon his stiff, throbbing shaft, wanting nothing more than to hear that delightful, lewd POP to signify their mating was complete.

"G-gimme...fucking gimme that knot!" she cried, as she threw her head back and cried out, knowing that her own climax was already beginning to rack her body, just from the effort. Her inner walls fluttered from her release, and finally, allowed for just enough room for her labia to spread wide over the thick, bulbous flesh of her son's knot to slip inside of her. She was left nearly breathless from just how full her vaginal passage was, turning the rest of her orgasmic cries into a series of deep, whimpering gasps.

As Kyle managed to adjust to the feeling of his mother's skillful, fluttering walls massaging every inch of his length, he was still able to sing his praises for her, as thick, heated streams of creamy, white cum spilled across her insides and painted the inside of her sex. "M-mom...I'm cumming inside, mom! F-fuck, I'm really f-filling you up! Ohgod... it's so g-good...why is it so fucking good to fill my mom?!" he cried out, as the very last of proper humanity faded away from his mind in a cry of blissful confusion. The concern for his forbidden act completely faded as his sack continued to contract around his thick, swollen orbs, pumping literal ounces of seed inside of his fertile mother.

Tina couldn't help glancing down between her thighs to watch the overflowing cum spill from her entirely filled sex. It oozed out slowly, staining into her thighs and pooling upon the cheap upholstery of the chair as her son gave her a proper canine finish; she lost count of just how many times a fresh, heated spurt of ejaculate splashed against her womb, but it carried on for at least another fifteen minutes before Kyle even remotely began to loosen up inside of her.

Such an incestuous act would occasionally have a moment of regret and reflection to follow...but Tina and Kyle didn't have such a problem. Instead, they were grinning at each other as Kyle's knot finally deflated enough to fall free from her body with a slick, raunchy schlip, allowing all of the rest of his cum to spill out of her body. The chair was completely covered when the last of it dripped out of cunt, which still gently clenched at the air with the last few aftershocks of her climax.

Perhaps, if they'd been able to stop before the mating was complete, they really might have been able to save their family...but not any longer. Their eyes were locked, and their fangs were smirking, as if they could read each others thoughts: Tina was already impregnated, they were sure of it...but that didn't mean they were going to act like it.

The moment Kyle's body was ready, they were going to try again, as if the seed inside of her womb hadn't taken. They'd mate with each other into the early hours of the morning, uncaring if Sarah watched the entire time...uncaring if Tina's husband walked right in at the moment of their next climax.

"You'd make a wonderful father," Tina whispered to her son, as she began to lick the side of his face in an purely canine grooming. "And you're so much better than your own...he could never compare to you, my son...my perfect little fuck..."

It was an odd, but arousing statement...one that worked just as it was meant to, as Tina saw her son's throbbing member emerging once again.