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Sara was used to going through plenty of mood swings on her way to adulthood.

When she'd first experienced them, she was just told it was part of puberty. The years went on and the excuse remained the same, even when she was fully matured...and after that, she was told that it could be caused by a number of different things, but the default was never that anything was wrong with her.

Truth be told, she wasn't offended by the suggestions that she was simply having her time of the month, and as an adult, she'd forgotten about the fact that her mood swings didn't align properly with shifts in hormonal balances, anyway.

It wasn't until she started doing a little extra research about astronomy that she decided there might be something else wrong with her again, but no one in her family was willing to listen.

For Sara, adult life was rather boring outside of her mood swings. She worked a rather ordinary day shift job with a bunch of people that she didn't care for, and like a lot of other youth in her day and age, she was still living with her parents; she just couldn't find the proper financial independence to escape from under their roof, even with a college degree and a steady, paying job.

She loved her parents, and having to be around them all the time wasn't so bad. They had a healthy relationship as adults, perhaps more than they ever did when she was a teenager...but where her parents felt more comfortable having her around as an adult, Sara was fading further and further away from that comfort zone of her youth.

"Are you sure Donald is taking care of all of your needs, Mom?"

Part of that was because of a strange connection between her and her mother that wasn't there when she was a child...at least, not as far as she was aware.

The other part of that was the presence of her blood father, Herbert, being out of the picture when she turned 13.

"Donald provides for the household and makes me feel cared about, sweetie; we've had this talk over a dozen times now, and I'm not going to change my answer, no matter how many times you ask," she claimed.

Jane's voice wasn't hollow, but there was enough force behind her words to keep them from sounding as genuine as Sara would have liked. She didn't think her mother was lying to her, necessarily, but she couldn't imagine such a simple and repetitive answer was the whole truth of their relationship.

"It doesn't help that you've continued avoiding a certain topic since I started asking."

"That's because you're my daughter, and no part of mine and Donald's sex life is your business!"

Jane finally spoke of the connection that Sara had never given name to, but they both knew it was what she was getting at.

As a child, and even a curious teenager, Sara would never have dared to ask about the contents of her parent's sex life, but as she grew older, she became more interested in it; once more, she turned to the internet and found plenty of people saying that those curiosities were part of a growing, young mind, but as an adult, they hadn't gone anywhere.

They'd only intensified, and worse than that, she was taking offense for her mother, as if she knew that Jane wasn't getting what she needed in the bedroom.

Why she felt a duty to make sure that those needs were taken care of was beyond her, but more pieces of an age-old puzzle were falling into place, whether or not Sara realized it.

"Took you long enough to rip that scab off," Sara groaned. "I just wanna make sure he makes you happy, Mom...and yes, even there, I care if you're being taken care of."

"You probably shouldn't, dear. I want to say that you're being sweet for caring so much, but your father and I raised you right...which means you should know better than to ask me about such things!"

There were plenty of families that were even more open than Sara's household had been growing up, but she always wondered where the line in the sand actually was.

She was now standing on that beach, and behind her curiosity was a sense of concern, presenting itself to Jane in a way that she'd never seen of her daughter.

"I guess you're right," Sara admitted. Their eyes broke away from each other after a tense stare down, ending with Sara glancing at the table and admiring the wafts of steam from her afternoon tea. "I just always wondered if that was what drove you away from Dad in the first place, since I...I couldn't think of any other reason. You two always seemed so happy together."

At that, Jane finally discovered her smile again. "Your father and I had a disagreement about how to raise you, like I told you then. That never changed, and it wasn't a coverup for any other problems that existed between us."

"So you ended all of those years of happiness over a disagreement? You made yourself a single mother because of a decision that would only affect a few years of my life?"

"Sara, th-

"And...did you ever think of me during all of this?"

"I told you that the whole argument was over how to raise you!"

Sara kept her eyes on the steam coming from her tea, unable to speak the words that found her lips.

"I understand that you're still upset about how things played out, and I don't blame you, dear. I'm...still not always happy about them myself, and I do miss your father, but we made our decisions and now we have to live with them...we're all adults now, and we've got our own lives to live, regardless of what happened in the past, or how we got to where we are."

"I understand," Sara lied. "Can I just ask you one more thing?"

"Of course, dear."

"You wouldn't tell me where I could find him, and he supposedly didn't fight for custody, but it doesn't make any sense that he just disappeared like he did."

"What's the question?"

"What actually happened to him?"

Jane never made up a story about where Sara's father went after the divorce. At the time, their daughter was a teenager, and she wouldn't just forget the lie, had one been forced.

"If I'm being completely honest-

"I'd prefer that."

"Then...I don't know exactly where he is. After our disagreement, Herb packed up most of his things, hopped in the truck, wished me good luck in taking care of you in the future, and drove off. He didn't tell me where he was headed, and the cell phone number he still had back then went out of service less than a year later."

That all checked out, as far as Sara could remember. "So he's probably still out there? Maybe somewhere nearby?"

"He might be. Why do you ask?"

"I just feel like I need to talk to him about something," Sara admitted. "All those...weird little things I had growing up...it felt like he always had a different perspective about them. Like he was able to put things in a frame of thought that made sense when no one else could."

Jane smiled. "You can always tell me anything, you know."

"Mom...y-you know I love you, right?"

The smile dissolved. "Sweetie?"

"If it were anything dangerous, I'd tell you. I hope you know that. I just can't...can't really explain this one to you. Not yet."

Sara finished the rest of her tea and stood up from the table, shuffling back to her room as awkwardly as she could. The reach of her mother's arm, the cry of her voice in a desperate " Sara!" and the concerned mumbling that followed her up the stairs didn't slow her pace; Sara didn't know if she'd ever be ready to share those feelings with her mother.

**

On one side of the house, Jane was taking advantage of a night alone: Donald was on a business trip, and her king-sized bed was big enough for her to keep a few secrets hidden in the sheets.

One, obviously enough, was a vibrator that stood up well to the test of time and the rigors of a woman with deep, visceral needs to be taken care of when her first husband left her.

The other was a picture of that man, looking as burly and scruff as he ever had, and the wolfish grin that followed him through every photograph he'd ever been in.

"You always had such a way with words, Herb...I don't know what was so different about it, but the way you spoke to her was something magical. I miss that about you s-so much," she whispered, keeping her voice down to avoid letting a subtle moan past her lips. "I'm sure you could f-figure out what's wrong with our little girl...w-wish you...w-were still here to help me!"

Much as Jane was trying to relax, her face was twisted up with near-orgasmic tension as she gently dipped the vibrator in and out of her womanhood, simulating the skillful push of her former lover's member into her bodice. She missed him in more ways than she could admit when Donald was around, but there was something else about him that her new husband could never replicate.

If she wished hard enough, she was sure that she'd feel Herb's full, domineering body against her once more...and all of the little bonuses that came along with it.

Across the sizable house that she and Herb bought together, Sara was proving that mother and daughter were more alike than they realized, as she tossed and turned in the bed; she was the victim of her mood swings once more, and the disappointment of her chat with her mother had been followed by a strange, frustrating surge of sexual energy.

Twisted up in the covers and clutching her own breast as though she was having a cardiac event, Sara didn't think she could do anything to cure herself of the sensations that were running through her body, and sadly, she was right...even if she didn't know that yet.

She wouldn't be happy when she discovered who she needed to seek out to take care of her needs, but the very first clue she received was a bloody one: as she cupped up and pushed against her breast, she nicked her smooth, tender flesh with the side of her nail, digging deep enough into her own body that she immediately paused her actions.

Typically, Sara didn't mind a tiny bit of pain when it came to sex, but as she kicked the light on, she was concerned by the amount of red warmth that was spilling from her supple breast.

"Okay...I just did my nails...that shouldn't h-have happened..."

She was still panting with physical bliss as her fingers swirled a vicious, eager circle around the hood of her clit, manipulating the flesh in a way that only she'd ever learned before.

What surprised her that night was how easily she was able to find and work the sweet spot, but at first, she just chalked it up to her body being wise enough to recognize the agony of her sexual frustration.

The reality was that her clit was a little prouder than before, standing firmer and taller against her fingertips and making it nearly impossible for her to miss. She was pushing it to a point of being overly sensitive, but she hadn't reached her climax yet...and the small nick on her breast was a distraction that she didn't appreciate.

"Fucking s-stop...I'm so close, damn it!"

Clutching her breast that much tighter and keeping her palm steady, she felt another set of pinpricks around her areola; she couldn't ignore that any longer.

With the lights on, she held her palm up to her face and blinked wildly as she watched her nails break from under sky blue polish, casting the lacquer aside and revealing the tips of claws that could have done much more damage, if she hadn't stopped.

"No wonder I keep having mood swings. I'm turning into a damned animal," Sara joked. Her fingers clenched and curled the claws toward her expression, allowing her to examine them...and at the end of her fingertips, hard callouses were forming, as if her slick, tender skin were actually made of asphalt. "And I'm...g-growing warts?"

Her guess was well off the mark, but as she watched darkness curl around her digits, she realized that her initial joke was anything but humorous.

"The hell...is this..."

Her lip, once trembling with sexual elation, continued to quiver with growing fear and confusion. There was no question that her knuckles were being coated with fur, and plenty of old wives' tales began filling her mind about what might happen to your palms if you masturbated; hers were changing in ways that she didn't fathom possible.

She was too gripped with terror to scream for help when she felt her clit pushing up past the natural cover of the hood around it, and seeing it twitch as if it were coming to life was such that she nearly passed out from the sight of it.

Whatever was going on, she wanted to see it through to the end.

"Won't...h-have trouble finding it n-now," she tried her best to keep her humor and wits about her, but she was horrified to imagine what might happen next. She didn't have to wait long to watch the long, black fields of fur stretch out from her knuckles, spreading slowly at first...and then, like a flash of fire, the subtle, blonde hairs on her arms blew up and expanded, only to leave behind thick clouds of plushy smoke in their wake.

Her naked body was being covered with sheets of the same, and beneath it all, she could see her breasts pushing back into her body, little by little, all while her clitoris poked out further, as though her flesh was shifting placement and priority.

She could put the pieces together with her imagination, but she still couldn't believe what she was seeing was anything real.

"Why does it...l-look so much like a dick?"

Keeping her voice hushed in case her mother decided to come past the room, Sara watched with bated breath and terrified eyes, seeing a small cord appear behind the growth of her clit. It kept expanding and widening as she watched it, but up around it, her flesh was bubbling up and coiling around the spot, and finally, the depths of her womanhood became too tight to press against.

Her fingertips were pushed out by the force of her own grip, and seconds later, there was nothing there to penetrate, but something new was already forming where her entrance had been.

"Okay. Need to wake mom. Need to go to the hospital."

Throwing the covers aside with abandon and planting on her feet, Sara immediately planted her face on the wall next: her stance was awkward and uneasy, thanks to the shift in her gravity. She avoided breaking any bones, but her nose hit the wall faster than she expected; she didn't have to wait to come up with an explanation anymore.

Fangs were already pressing down into her lips, and as her flesh continued to mold around her changing bones, she could tell what she was becoming, even if she didn't understand what triggered it, or why that was the change she was destined for. She'd come so close to unearthing some of the answers that afternoon, but in that moment, the poor girl was changing in ways that she never could have imagined.

A coat of thick, black fur now wrapped around a body that was growing thicker and thicker with weighted muscle, and legs were pushed at angles that felt awkward for a human body...but as her frame continued to change, she adjusted back and stood upright on the pads of her footpaws, learning to embrace them as a superior form of mobility.

Licking her fangs and reaching down to inspect the obvious cock that was now poking out of a warm, canine sheath, Sara lost her fear and moved entirely on instinct as she stumbled out of the bedroom.

**

"It's never b-been this good since you left, Herb...no one could ever compare to you..."

Jane didn't question her love for her new husband, and she appreciated the finances and comfort he provided, but there was a wild side to Herbert that came out in the bedroom...or in the middle of the woods on a camping trip, or in the dirt and grass of the backyard.

She never knew for sure what caused it, but Jane was always happy to take her husband when he shed his human disguise and allowed her to experience something that plenty of humans fantasized about; she didn't have to, once upon a time.

What was once her reality had become a distant memory, but that night, there was a scent in the air that reminded her so much of her old husband that she allowed greed to seep into what should have been a quick, simple session.

Pushing against the fluttering clutches of her first orgasm, Jane did all she could to keep her vibrator pressed into her vaginal cavity so she could work through it and start her second round without any kind of break.

That scent, familiar and powerful, was intoxicating.

"I know it's just a picture...j-just a lock of your fur that I've kept inside...b-but it really feels like you're here, Herb. It feels like you're s-still fucking me, even now!"

Her impassioned cries were nearly impossible to keep down; she actually wasn't all that surprised when her bedroom door flung open, until she remember that she'd locked it before she began.

A hulking creature standing in the doorway had no problem knocking the hinges right out of the wall, and its claws scraped across the back of the lacquered wood as it stepped into the room, lurching over the edge of the bed and crawling right in.

"Oh...o-oh my God...Herb, is that...is that really you?!"

The werewolf was just visible enough in the darkness that Jane couldn't tell for sure if it was her former lover or not, but as the beast came through the door, the scent in the air became powerful and thick, just as it did when Jane and Herb were alone during his transformations.

"Wait, Herb! I remarried! We...w-we can't do this...not now!" she protested, but she'd never even stopped pumping the vibrator into her womanhood.

She only stopped when she noticed the full, knotted cock of the beast was already poking out from between his thighs: her resistance to that kind of invitation was never strong.

Keeping her legs spread and throwing the toy away, Jane opened her arms to the beast, as well, and found him as eager as he ever was to get right down to business. Crawling across the bed and slamming the tip of his impressive tool against her soaking, pouted folds, the werewolf kept Jane pinned into her covers and held her steady for the first thrust.

It was heavenly. "E-easy, Herb! I'm gonna f-fucking scream if you don't slow down a little," she cautioned him. "Our daughter's asleep down the hall...I'll...w-wake her if you do that again!'

She saw a grin that she immediately recognized on the face of the beast; she'd only given him incentive, and a series of deep, hammering thrusts followed, forcing her to throw her head back into the pillows and cry out with her second orgasm of the night.

When her eyes winced once more and she managed to gaze into the face of her returned lover, however, she felt all of her pleasure come to a pause: the blood ran from her face when she accepted the reality of one small detail she'd missed.

Her husband's eyes were green.

This creature's eyes were blue, and they were a familiar shade...one that she'd seen for the first time when the creature was born, and one that she promised herself she'd never forget.

"O-oh...oh, no! Sara, you can't! You need to stop, now!"

Sara no longer held the delicate femininity of her old body. She was much more comfortable in her new form, it seemed, and as a male, she was content to wrap her massive paws around her mother's neck and squeeze it tight as she plowed into the eager womanhood below.

It was just the same as her father had done so many years ago, but there was still hesitation in Jane that was never present with Herb; given who she'd just allowed to fuck her to the hilt of their cock, it wasn't surprising at all that she was having regrets and second thoughts, but with every domineering thrust...with every overt display of power and strength, Jane found herself falling into the same old addictions, the same that she once held for her husband.

Her daughter...or more appropriately now, her son, was pumping into her with all of the vigor that his father once showed for Jane, but there was greater youth and ambition in the weight of his hips, pummeling Jane into the covers and shaking the frame of the bed with the ferocity of his intent.

She'd be disgusted with herself in the morning, but in the heat of the moment, Jane realized she probably could have thrown Sara from her body.

Feeling the tip of a canine cock against the berth of her womb for the first time in over a decade kept her from trying any longer; she decided to believe that Sara wouldn't remember any of this the next day, giving herself permission to do something with her son that she never should have.

"Just...m-make it count then, Sara," she whispered, her voice a delicate blend of one drop of shame, swirled about in a sea of forbidden arousal. "Fuck your mother as hard as you can, b-but...pull out when you're close!"

Herbert was used to being a werewolf: he knew the ins and outs of transforming, and how to keep his human intelligence when he was no longer in a human body.

Sara didn't have that experience yet, and though he was a willing participant in the act, he didn't realize who he was driving his hips into.

He had no idea who was christening his newly formed cock with a shimmering coat of feminine arousal, soaking it from the tip to the base and leaving an extra trail of the mess between his full, swollen orbs.

"I f-feel it...I feel you getting ready to f-fucking fill me, Sara," Jane admitted, and even in those words, she couldn't keep the guilt from her lips. "Pull out, baby...I don't want this to end, but you need to pull out!"

Very few parents were willing to tell the full truth of the story of conception to their children, and as adults, few of those offspring wanted to know the nitty-gritty details of the act.

Herbert never finished inside of Jane when he was a werewolf: he knew the risks.

Sara had no idea such a thing would be a problem, and there was no way for Jane to push back against her transformed son. Her vain attempt to do so ended with her wrists being grabbed and slammed down to the mattress, and from there, deeper thrusts pounded and stretched her womanhood until it was_almost_ ready to accept her son's knot.

He wasn't going to wait for that last little bit, but as she let out a shrill cry of mild discomfort and overwhelming bliss, the schlip of her son's knot snuck under her screams, just before she felt the volume of his yield pumping into her womb.

"...N-no, Sara...d-do you...do you have any idea what you've done?!"

Sara was completely ignorant of the risks at hand. He simply continued plowing into the tight, weakened human, enjoying the way that her inner muscles clenched and grasped around the bulge of his knot, adding a new layer of pleasure to the act.

The moment his thick, heated load poured into her body, a reflection of the same emerged on Jane's tummy: plumes of thick, black fur spread up through her torso and continued growing over her neck, before wrapping around her lower back. Eyes that were already filled with the knowledge that they'd committed a taboo found even greater fear in the reality of what was now inside of their host, and worse than that, what would become of her.

Through long, curving fangs, Jane tried not to bemoan her fate, preferring to be distracted by the heavenly length of her son's cock. Every twitch of the same inside of her added another heated streak of cum to the mix, and brought her one step closer to looking just like her son...