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Martin reached the front porch and sucked in a tired breath, wishing that he could heave out the frustrated curses that sat on the edge of his tongue.

His lungs burned and his fur was riddled with sweat, but those were the prices to be paid for making some progress with his body. He'd been struggling with his self-image, and his father's best advice was simple, cliché and passive: "Try working out? Maybe you'll feel better."

For it being such a basic response, and for Martin feeling like he'd been dismissed by the suggestion, he'd been taking that advice and literally running with it. For the better portion of a month, he'd gotten out of bed, done as many push-ups as his arms could handle, and only paused for a sip of water before running around the trails in his neighborhood.

It wasn't much of an exercise routine, but it was getting easier by the day, and that day in particular, he didn't even need a break before his legs carried him up the front porch and into his childhood home.

"Not like Dad ever bothered with this kind of stuff when he was my age...scrawny as a damned pole, except for that bit of a gut," Martin groaned. "But if that's what it takes..."

The end goal was confidence: the same confidence that he assumed to be the missing link between his single life and the dating world that all of his friends were a part of, near the end of high school.

He was just starting college, but where all of his friends seemed to be too busy hanging around with their significant others to make time for the parties he thought he'd be crashing all summer long, Martin was left to the wayside...and where the lack of success in his love life was hurting his confidence, feeling like he'd been put at the bottom of everyone's priorities was hurting his self-worth that much more.

It was only after the endorphin rush of finishing a run that he ever smiled anymore, and only in the shower afterward, where he spent a little too much time cleaning off a certain part of his body, that he ever felt anything truly positive about himself.

"Thank goodness I don't have to fight Dad for the shower," he whispered to himself, as he closed and locked the front door. "I swear, he spends more time in there than Mom does..."

His father's fur was graying rapidly, and the once proud appearance of the older German Shepherd was starting to fade, just as Martin was hitting his stride. Seeing that tiny child grow into a full, proper adult was aging his father faster than anything else, but his mother didn't seem to have the same issues with those changes.

She was nothing but supportive of him in his new quest to take better care of himself, and for the most part, that meant simply staying out of his way, but...that was easier said than done, sometimes.

Martin was already stripping out of his soaking tank top when he walked up the stairs to the second floor, and socks came off right after, leaving a trail of late-teenaged laziness on the carpet; that same carelessness left his shorts and boxers at the very end of the bathroom door.

Mom never wakes up this early on a weekend, he thought. Not like she's gonna be here to see anything.

It was sheer carelessness on his part: an unnecessary risk of the highest order, but Martin had kicked off his shorts before heading into the bathroom more times than he could properly remember.

He'd never forget the one time that he swung the door open, only to see his mother sitting on the toilet, a pair of sleep shorts around her ankles and a warm, golden stream of pee flowing from the parted folds of her womanhood.

"Martin, don't com-

If he'd even stopped to knock, he would have been spared the embarrassment of walking in on something so personal, and his mother, Annie, would have been able to say the same...instead, she was forced to throw both of her paws to the edge of the seat in a vain attempt to cover up what Martin had already seen.

The fact that he was still looking at the spot was making it difficult for Annie to keep up with her morning routine, but pure coincidence made the awkward event something more than someone forgetting to knock.

Oh, hell, she thought. His nose won't stop twitching...why the hell did he have to walk in today of all days?

Annie was a young mother when Martin was born, and though she'd watched her son grow into a man over the recent years, she was still young enough to rear another child, if she and her husband were ever so inclined.

In as much, she still had a heat cycle to contend with, and most of the time, her husband would have been around to at least try to keep up with whatever her body demanded of him.

"Martin, you...y-you need to leave Mommy alone, okay? Close the door and let's just forget this ever happened."

She was handling the situation with all the grace that she could be asked to have: warm, white panties of cotton were pulled to the side of her folds to allow for a quick and easy moment of relief, but that stark contrast was drawing Martin's attention almost as much as the warm, overt scent that had flooded the bathroom before.

Her estrus was a powerful thing...and as much as her husband would have been able to attest to that in the past, he didn't have the same response to her pheromones that he once did.

Martin, on the other hand, was showing more interest than his father had in years , and as much as she knew it was wrong to let him stand there, Annie was quietly impressed that her son had the gumption to take a step closer to her, instead of listening to her instruction.

"This isn't a joke, sweetie...you r-really need to turn around and get out of the bathroom, okay?" she tried her best to remain polite about their awkward encounter, but she could already see the half-lidded stare in his eyes, giving such an obvious sign of how powerful her scent was to a younger, eager male. "I'm not going to say it again."

Stern as those last words were, Annie didn't have the same kind of strength to live up to them that she did when she was a young, fresh mother.

It wasn't the kind of warning that came before a harsher punishment; it was a quiet, clever way of testing Martin's willingness to take things one step further with her, and with her estrus pushing that forbidden temptation, she was delighted, no matter how silently, that her son was still ignoring her glare in favor of the majestic sight between her legs.

The trickling stream of her pee had come to a stop; the unexpected presence of her son gave her a momentary shy bladder, but all she had to do was stand up from the seat of the toilet just a little bit to get things going again...and as she did, she knew what a terrible mistake she was making by moving her paws away from the warmth of her pubic mound.

A fresh rush of her heated scent flooded Martin's nostrils, and the curious young man came that much closer, a subtle quiver in his step that told of a certain knowledge.

I'm not really doing this, am I? That's...that's mom ,_he thought, but where his mind remained in conflict, his body was answering a call that reached him in a way he'd rarely known before. _What the fuck am I thinking? Why am I still in here?

"So...you really like watching your mommy pee that much?"

The words were plucked straight from a twisted fantasy, but it was becoming reality in the seconds that followed as Martin stood by the edge of the toilet bowl. He nodded thoughtlessly in reply, his eyes still refusing to break from the golden trickle that splashed into the water below...but the warm, pink folds of her womanhood held his interest in a greater way than any other part of her body ever had before.

As much as Annie knew it was wrong to show off for her son, Martin knew it was wrong to lust after his own mother, but some part of him simply couldn't resist the chance that had fallen into his lap.

It was Annie who was taking things that step further: she knew what had happened to Martin, even before he had a chance to process his thoughts on the subject, but to feel the eyes of such a handsome young man once more...to feel that sense, not only of her own lust, but being lusted after...it was an intoxicating thing that she'd long been missing in her married life.

"Kneel down and get a closer look then, Martin...no point being shy if you've already come this far."

When he was in a room with a little more space to breathe, Martin would break free of the spell enough to know what he'd done was wrong, but right then, he was practically obedient in the way that he knelt to the floor and leaned in closer, until he could practically feel that forbidden warmth splashing on his lips as the last of it fell.

His tongue slipped forth, collecting more of the enticing pheromones from the air and the slightest hint of a golden treasure...a delight that proved more than enough to get the blood flowing that much further from Martin's already empty skull.

Without any clothes to blemish the view for his mother, Annie was struggling to keep herself from returning the favor that Martin had been offering her all along...the sheer panic that she felt when Martin entered the bathroom unannounced was such that she hadn't actually noticed the flesh of his cock until it was growing stiff and standing free of the sheath, begging her to do something more than gaze upon it.

She could have taken it in her grasp and inspected every inch of it, as far under her natural spell as her son had fallen...but that wouldn't have been enough for her.

"Up...up, Martin," she addressed him simply, and as she stood from the toilet, she waited for him to follow that instruction. "Yes! That's a good boy..."

She'd never seen anyone respond so mindlessly at the behest of an arousing scent, but Martin was as pliable as she ever could have hoped for, making him an easy target for the hiked flesh of her leg: as her ankle lifted and wrapped around his hip, she flashed the soft, delicate pink of her womanhood and held the petals apart, showing her own son a sight that he never should have been give the chance to see.

Martin would never be the same again, on the other side of their taboo encounter...but when Annie leaned forth and pressed the soaking warmth of her petals against the tip of his cock, his mind was far from the consequences as it had ever been.

Holy shit...

His thoughts were quick and sporadic, and some part of him, no matter how far gone, was trying to tell her of a secret truth; that this was the first time he'd ever known such intimacy with a woman before.

Even if he'd been able to find those words, Annie would have struggled to stop herself before the full length of Martin's cock was graced with the heat-laden scent of her arousal.

"Something the matter, sweetie? I know you've always been the quiet type, but you look like you're dying to say something...probably about how wonderful this feels?"

Martin's jaw gaped, and the first quiet whimper of delight escaped him, but there were still no words from the younger canine: there were none that he could think of that would hope to capture the gravity of the situation.

How he'd ever be able to tell his own mother that she was the first woman to ever bring him so close to penetration, he still wasn't sure...but intoxicated with lust and enjoying himself too much to put a stop to anything, Martin was fine gasping aloud and only ever feeling a hint of disappointment when Annie pulled her leg away from his hip.

"...Maybe you need to get some fresh air," she suggested. "I had a feeling this would all be a little too much for you; it was too much for your father the first time, too..."

Hearing that should have been strange for Martin, but he nodded once more, still mindless; even the sharp, pointed claw that ordered him out of the room only carried subtle disappointment.

"Go to my bedroom and lay down...t-try to clear your thoughts," Annie ordered.

Something about seeing the younger canine in such a pheromone-drunk state was turning the leaf back the other way for Annie.

If she was going to go through with something so twisted, she needed to know that Martin was in his right of mind to make his end of the decision...

**

By the time Martin reached the doorway of the bathroom, he was already far enough from the source of the scent to have his bearings about him again, but he was so shaken by what had occurred that he was hesitant to actually listen to his mother's instructions.

He didn't believe that she was speaking from the heart, but from the natural desires that she would have normally done a better job of mitigating: there were liners that could be kept in her panties to contain the pheromones, and on especially bad days, Martin remembered learning about medications that would help to control the urges brought on by a powerful estrus.

Clearly, Annie wasn't using either of those methods, and without her husband around, she'd given her son the green light to fill in for him...and if she hadn't pushed him out of the bathroom right then, he would have given into her in the very next breath.

Just capturing one breath was proving difficult, comfortable as he was in the spread of his parent's bedsheets. They were cozy, but that didn't change the fact that he felt oddly out of place among their billowy comfort...and the sauntering presence of his mother's hips didn't help matters in the least, when she entered the room once more.

"Thinking clearly again, Martin?"

He nodded, but this time, he was able to find his voice. "As much as I can...t-that...that was kinda crazy of us, wasn't it?"

"It was your first time being that close to a woman in heat, no doubt," Annie mentioned. "I'm sorry for taking advantage of your lack of experience, but now that you've had a chance to think it over...do you regret it?"

Martin was trying not to think about that the entire time; it was easier to just look at the throbbing flesh of his cock and pretend that anything else would have caused it, but long after he'd left the bathroom, it was still twitching between his legs, desperate to know the slick warmth of his mother's petals once more.

He knew that was wrong, but it was getting harder and harder to argue with the evidence that his body presented...and with Annie's presence came another whiff, albeit more distant, of the pheromones that had swayed him so easily before.

"I don't...I guess I don't know if I do or not," Martin replied, his voice less confident in his own intentions, but more confident than it had been in ages when speaking to his mother. "I don't think I do?"

"There's nothing wrong with being attracted to mommy, you know."

Now that he knew the source of the alluring scent, Martin was sure that his mother wasn't speaking from a clear, sober mind, but he didn't have the same resilience to Annie's heat as his father did.

He was too curious about the pleasure waiting on the other side of a potentially costly decision; he already knew all he needed to know about being a dateless young man that was still carrying his "v-card" around.

"That isn't...n-no...you don't mean that," Martin argued, surprised that he was having to be the voice of reason in a situation where one of his parents was involved. "I know you think you mean it, but-

"Martin...do you really think I don't know what I'm doing right now?"

She'd strolled into the bedroom with only the sheer, white pair of panties clinging to the soaking petals of her womanhood; from the pop in her hip as she walked to the sultry posture she kept at the foot of the bed, there was no mistaking her intentions, but where Martin was given a chance to think clearly, he didn't know if his mother had the same opportunity.

If she could, she'd convince him otherwise, but regardless of her estrus, she knew what she was working with...and she knew Martin would have been lying if he claimed not to find her attractive; his eyes were too honest with the ogling of her breasts.

"It might be hard for you to believe, but this isn't the first time I've thought about taking out my heat on you , instead of your father," Annie explained. "But such a handsome young thing...I never imagined you would have any interest in me when you were probably beating off the girls at school with a stick."

"About tha-

"But the way you're looking at me right now...the way your cock is drooling all over itself...it seems I might have sold myself short," Annie cut him off, taking that pause to climb onto the foot of the bed. "Maybe my little man has a thing for older women...maybe he's got a little incest fetish...either way, the way you're looking at me right now, you can't pretend that you don't want this, Martin."

He'd missed his chance to confess his virginity to her, but she was taking such a domineering pace that he could hardly find another word of protest before her paws were roaming the bare flesh of his inner thighs.

"If you...if you weren't in heat right now...w-would you still want this?" Martin asked.

The younger canine felt mildly disgusted in himself to know his own answer: that whether it was his own kinky nature, or the sheer desperation that came with remaining a virgin after high school had passed, Martin would have gone through with the act, even if Annie hadn't been in heat.

As he pondered the scenario a moment longer, he wondered if he would have been more comfortable with it otherwise; if he might have believed his mother's explanation more sincerely if she didn't have the burden of her heat pushing her along, but the younger canine was easily swayed back toward her favor when she captured his attention again.

Full, thick breasts brushed over his muzzle as she climbed the rest of the way up his body, until the soaking moisture of her petals dripped against his lips, pushing right through the crotch of her soft, white panties.

"Only one way to find out, isn't there?" Annie teased. "I won't be in heat next weekend...but how else will we pass the time until then?"

Martin's father would be home the next day, putting the younger German Shepherd in a juxtapose: every sample of pleasure Annie had given him so far was worth the risk, but he didn't know if he'd hold that same bravado when his father was there to catch them in the act.

He'd need to go for broke, fearing that this was the only, uninterrupted chance that he'd get.

"Maybe...s-show me a few ways?"

Annie snickered. "Smart boy...better to ask a woman what she likes if you don't already know."

He couldn't be sure what any woman liked, but he was getting a crash course in Annie's enjoyment as her panties were given a quick tug to the side.

The sheer taboo of the act wasn't lost on Martin the second time through, as he adjusted to the intoxicated feeling of his mother's heat flooding his mind...but that didn't stop him from hesitating slightly when her petals rolled forth, the silky, tender warmth brushing against his muzzle in a desperate plea.

"Go on...s-show me what you can do with that tongue, baby...show your mommy how you really want to kiss her..."

Martin would have lied to himself about how much he was enjoying the act if he could have, but Annie's body arched against him as his tongue followed her instructions in an instant.

The flat of that warm, moist canine muscle wasn't as skilled as she hoped, but it provided all the heat and pressure that she ever could have wanted, as he lapped at the full gap of her folds and sampled the very first cunt that he'd ever known, in any sense of the word.

Gasping into her flesh when she captured the throbbing of his cock in her palm, she stroked delicately and worked his precum back into his shaft as a casual reward for his efforts...but as profound as that moment was, it was making something else entirely clear to Annie.

Her pleasure was heightened by natural desire, but after a full two minutes of the same, mindless pass of his tongue, she pressed a fingertip on her clit to give him a suggestion...one that he completely missed.

"Haven't...e-eaten many girls out before, have you?" she asked, watching the sloppy mess of her juices spill on either side of her son's face, staining him with such a volume of liquid desire that it nearly matted his fur. "Those poor girls in your class...you were pumping this big, thick monster of a cock into them without a proper warm up..."

A tight squeeze around the shaft, just at the base of the sheath, milked something more than precum from the flesh of his member.

It milked a drop of the truth from his lips, as a concerned Martin looked up at his mother with new honesty in his eyes.

"Mom, I...I've never eaten out any of the girls in my class...I've never...e-even..."

He trailed off, but the bashful nature he took spoke volumes greater than the literal words of his confession.

The intensity of Annie's heat had carried them this far, but she was prepared to have what she hoped would be a careless and casual fling between mother and son: the kind of thing that they could both forget about when their bodies leveled off, and hormones returned to normal.

Someone's first time making love needed to be treated with greater care than that, and Annie, sensing her son's hesitance, took the initiative to slide back down his body, kissing her petals right against the tip of his member.

"I won't put it in unless you're sure, Martin...do...d-do you really want me to be the first one to do this?"

Annie lived under the false belief that there was no estrus powerful enough to overwhelm her better judgment.

The last hour had proven that to be a lie, but she was already biting her lip and clutching her toes into the bedspread, hoping and praying that, even if it were just this once, her son would be willing to cross that forbidden line with her.

If he didn't give the word, she wasn't sure that she'd ever have such a golden opportunity ever again, but she didn't dare to take that honor from him, if it wasn't exactly what he wanted.

She was shocked to feel his paws lifting from the bedspread, the quivering digits stroking down her hips and pulling just slightly at her tugged panties; he could hardly breathe enough to speak, and a blend of panic and arousal dominated his thoughts, but it wasn't enough to control his body any longer.

He pulled just enough for the tip and an inch or two to ease past his mother's warm, comforting petals and into her passage...and she did the rest, as she dropped straight down on his length, capturing his cock in a full, vaginal embrace.

"Martin...y-you...you are not to keep secrets from your mother," she whispered, wincing in pure, forbidden delight as she bounced again on his member. "Certainly not when they're so f-fucking big...such a perfect fit for a needy bitch like me..."

Martin couldn't believe what he was hearing, but that was far from the most incredible part of the experience: he couldn't even begin to describe what he was feeling, having never known anything like it...and in the back of his mind, he feared that nothing would ever compare to such a delight ever again.

Inner walls that had years more experience than the younger canine continued to milk and clutch around the impressive flesh of his shaft as Annie bounced her way toward a blissful release, her estrus convincing her that there was no need to bother with a condom...that she would never know relief without feeling the warm, plentiful flood of her son's cum in her womb and the delicious pressure of his knot within her passage.

She knew better than to trust the voice of instinct over the voice of reason, but as wonderful and downright scandalous as it felt to buck and hump against Martin's hips, the former was so much louder than the latter that she wasn't stopping at relief.

Annie was thinking of something much more permanent than that.

"You're getting close, baby...I...I can feel it...you wanna cum inside your mommy, don't you?"

Martin's ears folded back; the bashful, submissive part of the act was still doing his part, and doing more than Annie needed to reach the peaks of her own orgasmic bliss.

He didn't want to rush through the act, but the slow, cautious strokes that began the act had given way to Annie's greater speed and skill, as she pounded her son's hips into the bed and engulfed his length over and over again, filling the bedroom with a cacophony of slick, messy sounds.

"I...d-do..."

"Louder, baby."

" Yes ," Martin growled low as he tried to embrace the ecstasy that came with his release, even when he was terrified about getting the ending right. He didn't know anything about properly knotting a bitch or taking the lead...

...But Annie had more than enough experience for the both of them.

"I'm...I'm gonna cum...g-gonna cum inside my own mom..." he bemoaned his fate quietly, able to feel the front of his knot slipping past her petals before he even said the words. "Oh...f-fuck... Mom, I can't stop it!"

"Then don't ," she demanded, pushing down harder against his length and wrapping her arms around the back of his head for dearly needed support. She pulled his face right into her breasts and clung to him, desperate for any point of contact she could get...but the most important one of all had already taken place between them, the messy union of their incestuous contract sealed with a quiet spop. "Don't fight it, baby...don't hold back...just...g-give mommy your pups...give her a full, fresh little of pups, Martin!"

That was the concern the younger canine had forgotten all about: strong as it should have been, it was little more than a buzz in the back of his ear.

It wasn't nearly enough to take away from the heavenly pleasure that took his form with such force that he felt a disconnect from the rest of his body, nor enough to distract him from the comforting warmth of being so tightly held against his own mother once more.

Nothing could break the sanctity of that forbidden moment...and even after the throbbing of his length subsided and the last of his seed was pumped deep into her passage, Martin couldn't feel the regret that he feared would come.

He could only feel the tugging urge to start all over again, just in case the first round of pups didn't take.