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The pavement was packed with bustling people, hundreds of anthros and humans cramped together, slowly moving on their way from craft table to craft table. The market set up at the riverside park once a year; small stalls with hand made trinkets, ornaments and many other odds and ends lined the wide sidewalk that ran parallel with the river only a few meters from the water's edge.

A white wolf stood in front of a jewelry table and admired the different colored stones for sale. She was 6'1" with shoulder length, silvery hair and a curvy body. Sitting low on her wide hips was a long, dark blue skirt that hung down as far as her ankles and around her ample DD breasts was a semi-see-through, loose white shirt. With the aid of a small white corset that tied together at the back, the wolf's bust was cradled from beneath, pushing it up leaving the top and front fully exposed. The shirt left little to the imagination; tied together at the front by a single tie at the top, it sat around the circumference of her breasts showing off everything above her nipples which were just visible under the light fabric. A large frill ran the full length of the shirt's hem line, along the top, connecting the main body to the long sleeves, down the front and along the bottom which sat just a couple of centimeters above the waist. At the ends of the sleeves was yet more frilling that draped over the hands. It took only the slightest of breezes for the front of the shirt to flutter open and when it did it revealed almost all of what little it concealed.

Harriet picked up a simple black lace necklace with a single oval shaped jade attached and inspected it closely. As she tried it on, a black wolf appeared beside her and lovingly put his right arm around her waist. He stood 6'2" with short black hair and wore a dark red T-shirt with black pants.

"Find something you like?" Aron asked his mother.

"I did." Harriet replied before turning her attention to the stall owner. "How much?"

"Thriteen dollars." A tigress in her early twenties said. Behind her, an equally young tiger organized several small boxes with many grumbles under his breath. His mate had jabbed him in the side and directed him to the back of the stall when she saw the voluptuous wolf approach the table. After paying for the jewelry, Aron took it and stood behind the beauty he called both mother and lover to tie it around her neck. As the tiger joined his mate, the two felines watched as the black wolf placed his left hand on the white's left shoulder, slid the tips of his right hand fingers under the waistband of her skirt, stroking her body firmly, and kissed her passionately on the right side of her neck.

"Thank you." Harriet said to the stall owners in a soft, almost dreamy voice.

"You're welcome, have a nice day." The tigress' tone was calm, friendly and laced with jealousy. As the wolves turned away, the tigress turned to her mate and pelted him over the head several times with weak, open palm slaps.

"Why can't you be more like that? You never touch me unless you want what's between my legs. What's so hard about showing some affection now and then? Look at those two, there's your love, there's your affection, take some dam notes!" The tigress kept her voice hushed as she scolded her mate but what was said did not go un-noticed. As she walked away in a huff, the tiger cowered behind the table from the many cold stares he received from the crowd.

Aron and Harriet casually made their way along the busy walkway, moving from one table to the next, admiring the assortment of crafted items, from jewelry to body products, blankets to clothing, paintings to craft materials themselves. Almost an entire kilometer of market to browse through and an entire, beautiful, sunny day to do it in. at regular intervals there were also food stalls set up, selling chips, hotdogs, ice-cream and other fast food goodness. Aron walked on his mother's left side, his right arm around her waist, holding her close to his side. At one point along the long line of small stalls there was a large white tent. It was completely closed off and had a sign sitting next to the entrance with ‘Fantasy Sculptures ADULTS ONLY' written on it.

The white wolf turned towards the tent and the black by her side followed. She pushed aside the heavy white drape that hung over the entrance and stepped into a shaded area with several small tables around the edge of the tent and a young adult, female hyena sitting at the back with her nose in a Superman comic. She wore a tight black tank top with black woolen pants and as she turned a page of her reading material, she paid little attention to her latest customers.

On the tables were a wide collection of erotic figures made from pewter, glass, porcelain and other valuables. Harriet's heart jumped at the sight. Her eyes went wide and immediately took in every detail they could. The figures ranged from artistic poses to outright pornographic settings depicting the very moment of orgasmic bliss. Aron moved along one side of the tent while his mother moved along the other. Slowly she moved around the interior of the tent, her hand trailing through the air above the magnificently crafted pieces that stood from 5cm tall to 20cm tall. Some contained single females posing in elegant but revealing gowns or pleasuring themselves with their own hands in complete nakedness. Others depicted couples together in heated passion, straight, lesbian, there were even a few females with hermaphrodite partners.

Harriet stared with great interest at a human witch made of pewter; she wore only a witch's hat and knee-high boots while riding a broomstick with her legs stretched out to her sides. The shaft of the broom was pressed firmly between her folds at a slight angle and her back was arched pushing her sizeable breasts forward; her head was thrown back and her long hair flowed behind in the wind. The thought of flying through the night sky in the way this witch was depicted aroused Harriet greatly and she slowly pushed her right hand beneath the waistband of her skirt, not caring in the least where she was. The hyena shifted her eyes from the pages of her comic and looked to her right. The tables in the tent made a square and at the back of the tent the stall's owner sat behind the tables where the sculptures' boxes were, facing one of the white side walls. Looking to her right, the attractive hyena saw the white wolf standing in an almost trance like state on the opposite side of the nearest table.

Keeping her voyeurism discreet, the hyena watched as Harriet's right hand pushed further into her skirt and down to the lips between her legs. A moment later the black wolf took up a position behind the white and as he placed his left hand on her exposed belly, he lifted his right hand under the revealing shirt and traced his right middle finger around the white wolf's right nipple. The display was as erotic and arousing as the figures on the tables and the hyena couldn't help but dive her own left hand into the front of her pants as she watched the only other two people in the tent. She still faced her comic which was held in her right hand but all her attention was focused on the pair of wolves only a handful of feet to her right.

Aron held his mother against his body tightly with his left hand as he teased her right nipple with his finger. Harriet dug her right middle finger into her pussy and with her eyes now closed, she leaned her head back and groped her left breast with her free hand. The black wolf ran his tongue over the exposed right shoulder of the white wolf and looked ahead at the hyena. He saw that she was watching and decided to tease her a bit more before seeing if she'd join them for some real fun. Harriet's mind was already consumed by lust and as a trickle of juices ran down the inside of her legs to the soft grass the tent was set up on, she whispered into her son's ear.

"I want you inside me. I need you inside me."

Aron pulled on the tie that kept the two sides of the shirt covering his mother's breasts. He pulled on it until it untied then pushed the fabric aside so Harriet's chest was fully revealed. The hyena continued to watch as she rubbed her own pussy inside her pants, the public display making her very bothered. The white wolf moaned a little as the black moved away her left hand and groped both her breasts himself. Her caressed them firmly, squeezing the nipples between his fingers that were spread over the front of the large fleshy molds. Harriet moaned once again, louder this time. She moved her hips a little as well, three fingers now pushing into her body. Aron's dick was growing hard fast but he wasn't planning on putting it inside anyone just yet.

The hyena, still holding the comic and facing it as if reading it, lifted off the chair and pushed her pants down her thighs a small way before sitting down once again. With her legs spread as wide as the waistband of her pants would allow, she pushed her fingers into her pussy and massaged herself as she found it hard to maintain her... discretion. Aron smiled to himself when he saw the hyena's movements and wondered if she was even aware that she was still holding her comic up. She was now looking right at the wolves and seemed just as into the moment as Harriet.

The black wolf gave the white's breasts a firm squeeze before shifting his hands down her sides. When they reached the waistband of her skirt, he pushed it down until it fell to the ground on it's own. Harriet removed her hand from between her legs and put her fingers into her maw, sucking on the juices like a child sucking on it's thumb. Aron ran his hands up the inside of his mother's thighs. He brought them together over her pussy and firmly slid them up, massaging her folds and teasing her clit. Juices dripped freely from the white fur around Harriet's lips and her son pushed his hands down between her legs once more before cupping and firmly squeezing the entire area in his large hands. With a moan, the white wolf lifted onto her toes as her own son groped her privates like he owned them.

After releasing his mother from his grasp, Aron put his hands on her upper arms and gently guided her backwards a few steps. Now with enough room in front of her, he made his way around her well figured body and knelt before her. His face level with her lap, he buried his muzzle between her legs and firmly licked her pussy with his large tongue. Behind him, the hyena dropped her comic in a fit of compulsion and stood up. She pulled her tank top over her head, setting loose her D-cup breasts, then pushed her pants to her ankles before sitting back in her chair, fully facing the pair of wolves. With her knees spread wide, the hyena groped her breasts with her right hand and massaged her own pussy with the left, juices flowing out onto the chair like a river.

"Oh god, Aron!" Harriet cried out. She shifted her stance, spreading her legs apart and her son lapped at her body like the animal he was. Juices ran down his throat, he drank them eagerly as he slowly pushed his tongue between the folds of his own kin. The hyena pushed fingers in and out of her hole while groping her breast, her body occasionally twitching with pleasure; she was unaware just how much of this display was for her benefit. Harriet placed her hands on Aron's head to steady herself and threw her head back. Her breasts rose as she breathed deeply before letting out a loud cry. Outside the tent, people walking passed pretended not to hear the noise. Aron glided his hands up the front of Harriet's legs and with his thumbs, massaged the area around her sinful cunt firmly. She breathed deeply once more and again let out a loud cry of pleasure; her mind filled with desire and lust, she didn't care in the least about her surroundings.

" AAAAAhhhh..."

As his mother grew close to her climax, Aron stopped his licking and pulled his muzzle from between his mother's legs. He ran his tongue over his muzzle, cleaning off the juices and stood up slowly. Casually, he turned his head to the right and spoke to the hyena masturbating behind him.

"Would you like a taste?"

The hyena only hesitated for a moment as her mind registered the question and who it was directed to. She stood up and kicked off her pants before walking through a gap in the tables to the right of the black wolf. As he stepped to his left, the hyena knelt down in front of the voluptuous white wolf and eagerly stuck out her tongue, her gaze rising up the body of the curvy. With the black's right hand gently guiding, the hyena pushed her muzzle into the folds of the white and began to hungrily lick the juices that flowed from her. Harriet didn't much care who was doing the pleasuring when it came to oral satisfaction, as long as it was her son's extension that moved deep inside her when the time came.

The hyena was surprisingly skilled at what she did and soon sent a small orgasm coursing through Harriet's. Aron quickly stood behind his mother to support her, his hands on her waist and his chest against her back. Her body gave a small shudder as she cried out once more and she staggered just a little. As the wave of pleasure passed over his mother, the black kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her middle lovingly. Her face stilled buried between the white's legs, the hyena looked up at the black with a gaze that seemed to seek approval for her deeds. With a gentle smile, Aron knelt down beside the stall owner and placed his muzzle just next to her ear.

"Want to know a secret?" He asked in a naughty tone. The hyena nodded and the wolf continued. "This body, this gorgeous woman... gave birth to me." As the hyena's eyes went wide, she fell back into a sitting position on the soft ground. Shock, surprise and intense arousal coursed through her mind as she watched the black rise and take his mother's hand. He guided her towards the gap in the tables the hyena had walked through earlier where an empty table stood waiting to be used. Aron stood behind her and gently pushed on her upper back so she leaned over the table obediently, resting her entire weight on it, her breasts squashing up beneath her. Harriet's son unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his feet. Eight inches of erection sprang out and the hyena watched as it was pressed against the very body that gave it life.

The white wolf moaned as the black's penis moved against her rump a couple of times before pushing it's way between her thick folds that protruded from her thighs. Aron pushed his way into her slowly at first. He put his hands on her wide hips and pulled out almost all the way before slamming his lap against her rear, pulling her hips towards him at the same time. Harriet howled a short, low howl that dripped with lust and desire. Pure primal animalism filled the tent as the noises of sexual bliss spilled out into the surrounding riverside park and market. Kneeling with her legs spread, the hyena massaged her pussy vigorously as she watched the black's body slide in and out of the white's. All eight of her fingers worked to massage her folds, moving in and out of her hole and firmly rubbing the small sensitive nub.

Aron's pace was steady, he eased his way out of Harriet then plunged himself back in with force, driving wave after wave of ecstasy through her body. As she howled her micro-howls every couple of thrusts, he growled hungrily, his attention fully focused on the body in his hands.

"Oh god YES!" Harriet cried out between her howls. "More, MORE!" Aron was happy to oblige and increased his pace. The hyena looked on and suddenly found herself squeezing her clit while stuffing her free fingers as far as they would go into her pussy, a powerful orgasm pulling her to the ground in a fit of compulsions. As the hyena writhed on the ground, Harriet's howls increased in intensity, rising in tone and causing market goers outside to give the tent a wide berth. The small table rocked under the force of the fucking wolves, it's legs creaking as they barely held.

Half the market looked in the direction of the tent as dual mighty howls rang out in unison signaling the orgasmic bliss of mother and son. The hyena looked up in time to see white spurt out of the attractive female wolf's pussy. It splashed on the lap of the black and heaped on the ground like runny cream. Neither wolf stopped to recover but instead continued for a second round.

Aron pulled out of his mother and rolled her over on the table top, lifting her right leg in front of him before lowering it down on his left side. Standing between her spread legs, he leaned over her and licked her nipples as he guided his penis back into her depths. She breathed deeply at the feeling of his length pushing inside her once more and as he stood over her, his hands on her waist, he began pumping his hips in the same fashion as before. The hyena lay on the ground, exhausted and breathing heavily, watching as the wolves continued their sinful deeds. Harriet massaged her breasts as her son drove his dick into her body; his length moving against her insides feeling like a drug that the white wolf could barely get enough of. With her eyes closed, she arched her back and howled another of her micro-howls before her son moved his hands under her back.

Aron lifted his mother off the table and she wrapped her arms around his neck while kissing him passionately. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he cradled her in his hands, each of his fingers spread wide across her butt. Impaled on her son's erection, Harriet held herself close to his body, her breasts squashed against his chest. With his aid, she lifted herself up and let herself drop, driving his shaft into her body as deep as it would go. She rested her chin on his shoulder and whimpered as pleasure coursed through her body. Her son growled deeply and as they both neared yet another climax, Harriet leaned away, throwing her head back. The black bucked his hips as his mother let her body fall. As she howled with bliss from her orgasm, the warmth of her pussy and the sensation of it surrounding and engulfing the shaft of muscle made her son reach his own second orgasm. Both wolves howled together a second time, holding each other close and generally enjoying the feeling of each other's warmth.

Mother and son stood for a few moments, breathing heavily together, yet more white cream dripping in great volume from the white wolf's body. Harriet looked into her son's eyes and he smiled at her lovingly; they shared a bond far greater than any mother and son, or pair of lovers could share alone. The white unlocked her legs and the black let her down. Without saying a word, she walked to her skirt that lay near the hyena and picked it up. She stepped into it and pulled it up but stopped half way up her thighs. Harriet ran her right middle finger over the groove of her pussy then squatted down and put her finger to the lips of the hyena who sucked on it without a second thought. As Aron stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped them up, his mother stood once more and finished pulling her skirt up. She stood like a little child and smiled at her seventeen year old son as he adjusted her shirt and tied the tie that kept it, barely, covering her ample breasts.

The hyena stood and without looking at the wolves, she walked back around to her chair where she picked up and pulled on first her shirt, then her pants. Harriet watched the hyena with interest and when she was finished dressing, the white wolf pointed to the erotic witch figure that had started the whole scene.

"How much for this one?"

The hyena continued to avoid looking at the wolves, trying to continue as if nothing had happened. Harriet seemed a little put off by this and walked around to the other side of the tables. She turned the hyena to face her and as she stuffed her right hand under the hyena's shirt, groping her left breast, Harriet leaned down and kissed her. Aron just watched as his mother felt up and kissed the other female, finding the show pleasing and arousing. It was no concern to him that his mother was making out with another, he knew well that although she occasionally enjoyed others' bodies, his was the one she desired most.

"Twenty-seven dollars." The hyena said after the kiss. She looked Harriet in the eyes now and the white wolf stepped back, removing her hand from the hyena's top. As Harriet returned to her son's side, the hyena took the wolf's selection and boxed it up before receiving payment for it. She sat in her chair and watched the pair of wolves leave the tent and when they were gone, her hands began to roam beneath her clothes once again as she let her mind drift back to the memory of recent events.