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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This is long overdue; it was one of my more requested follow-on chapters so I thought it would be a fitting choice to celebrate my 250k views achievement. It should have been out sooner, but life got in the way. This has taken some time because I didn't know what I wanted to do with it and every scenario I was trying just didn't feel right, nothing really fit with how I wanted to continue the story. Until I stumbled upon the below story and it just felt right, seeing as the first installment was also based off a real-world story of people getting lost.

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/california-missing-couple-woods-found-valentines-day-walk-a9355121.html

First chapter can be found here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1838625

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It was almost a year since the incident at the cabin in the snow storm and things had been awkward at first between James and his mother, Robyn, after being rescued and returned safely home. Thankfully they had managed to get unstuck and dressed before the rescue team arrived on scene to return them to safety. Understandably, their ordeal had been suitable cover for their awkwardness once they were back home with their families, though part of James wished things were different.

He saw his mother in a new light, part of him knew what they did was wrong, but at the same time it was also the closest he had ever felt with her, or any woman for that matter. It wasn't an act of simple mindless lust; it was an intimate moment between two consenting adults whom cared deeply for one another in a very unique way. That hadn't changed, at least not for him. It was just hard for the young wolf to reconcile his view of his naked mother writhing in pleasure beneath him, with the now happy and content looking woman bouncing one of her granddaughters on her knee and cooing softly.

Part of him felt like a letch or even a despicable cur for lusting after his mother still, especially when she was being such a wonderful grandmother to his daughters. Not only that, she was growing closer with Emma, his wife, as well. They had been spending enough time together that the folks around their new town thought they were sisters. There were still hints that Robyn remembered and perhaps didn't regret the cabin either, the way her touch lingered on his arm or chest. The almost inviting smiles she gave him when no one was looking, or even the way she lifted her tail whenever she was leaning over while he was around. At least, he thought those were signs that she still thought about their time together. She never acted on them though, which caused him to doubt they were even signs to begin with and perhaps he was just imagining it all.

Somehow, they never quite got a moment alone, at least not long enough to discuss the subject, so James was left with the constant thought of "what if" that seemed destined to never be answered. Something always came up to split them apart, as if the universe itself was determined not to let what occurred in the cabin happen ever again.

Eventually, James accepted that it was a one-time occurrence and it was probably best for everyone involved to just move on and have a normal life. After all, it wouldn't do for his daughter's father to be sleeping with their own grandmother anyway, that just wasn't normal. At the very least, he didn't want to think of the fallout that would occur if his father ever assumed his wife was cheating on him, let alone with his own son. Not to mention the betrayal of his own marriage, he still loved Emma deeply as well, that had not changed in the slightest. By new years things were pretty much back to normal, as if nothing untoward had ever happened between James and Robyn. Life was for all intents and purposes, good. His daughters were flourishing with all the added attention of having their grandparents living so close by, as well as his wife managing to get back to work thanks to all the extra help at home. Even Robin managed to find a part time job to keep him busy; things were rather normal again.

Robin and Robyn had maintained their youth rather well, which was probably why it was easier for James and Emma to accept their help. It often didn't feel like his parents were always around the house, most of the time it just felt like having friends come over and lend a hand whenever they needed it. It suited both couples rather well, even sharing dinner dates as if they were in fact, friend couples.

"Valentines is around the corner, kid. We need to do something special for the girls" Robin pulled James aside one night to whisper conspiratorially, while their wives were busy cooking dinner in the kitchen. "Got any ideas? I don't want to do the stale old box of chocolates and bunch of roses again this year."

"Hmm, no, nothing coming to mind...oh, wait! Actually yeah, hold on a sec" James frowned before darting off to fetch his phone from the dining room table. "A friend of mine is super into astronomy..." he began to say.

"How's knowing your moms star sign got anything to do with Valentines Day plans?" Robin asked in confusion.

"Astronomy dad, not Astrology" James laughed and turned his phone around for the old man to read. There was a message and digital flyer from his friend indicating that there was going to be a once in a lifetime meteor shower and it was expected to occur on Valentine's evening.

"Meteor shower? That'll be pretty" Robin nodded slowly as he rubbed his chin in thought.

"But wait, it gets even better. My friend has a cabin up in the mountains he said we can use. We can leave the girls with Emma's mom, so we can pack a nice late-night picnic. Maybe have some wine and cheese under the stars?" James proclaimed, feeling rather proud of himself.

"Ooh, your mom would love that. Might even get her to let me under her tail for a change" Robin teased his son with a wink.

"Jeezus Christ, Dad!" James groaned and shook his head at his old man. Apparently, they were more alike than he cared to admit. Sadly, he also knew first hand that even with a romantic evening like that, she still wouldn't let either of them under her tail, regardless.

Robin laughed and headed into the kitchen to lend a hand with dinner as he left James to begin making the arrangements, while James smiled and shook his head at his old man. Even at his age he was still such a youthful spirit and damn naughty too, just how James hoped he would turn out when he got that old. He had to laugh as he watched his old man walk up behind Emma and pinch her behind, feigning innocence that he'd mistaken her for his wife, just because they looked like a couple of young sisters.

Seeing how his folks and his own family interacted was heartwarming, now more than ever he was glad things were back to normal. He loved the closeness of having everyone under one roof without any of the awkwardness that had plagued him for so long after the incident, he wouldn't trade it for anything.

By bedtime James had arranged with his friend to use the cabin as well as arranging with Emma's folks to take the twins for the weekend. There was still enough time to collect everything else they would need for the romantic evening, which he would brainstorm with his dad about in the morning, to make a list of special items to ensure it would be a Valentines to remember! The least of which would be the canine safe chocolate covered strawberries and champagne, a true Valentines classic if ever there was one.

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The weekend finally rolled around and with everything packed and ready, the two couples set off for their weekend getaway. James's friend was a big astronomy nerd and had opted for a cabin set a bit further back from the usual hustle and bustle in order to get as far away from the light pollution as possible. Though this did mean there were no real electrics aside from a few solar panels to provide some interior lighting and keep the refrigerators running when needed. Water was provided by a small nearby stream which also passed the town they had gone through on their way there. A small bit of it had been diverted down into a storage tank beside the cabin which then fed into a filtration system to provide clean drinking and cooking water. Showers though required filling a special bucket with hot water and standing under the slow drip, similar to a donkey boiler. Though given the special weekend, both James and Robin had already discussed sharing the makeshift shower with their partners, not only would it be intimate, but it would be less work for either of them to fill the bucket.

As they had planned, the group arrived around mid-afternoon and had time to settle and unpack before setting off on their short hike up the mountain to the plateau where they would be able to watch the meteor shower unimpeded. James and Robin shouldered most of the heavy stuff while Emma and Robyn carried the food and other lighter items. The two men were determined to make sure their women had to do as little as possible the entire trip. Their hard work paid off in the end, once everything was unpacked and set up. There were comfortable camping chairs around a small fire for them to sit and enjoy themselves in, while the boys fed them small treats of different cheeses and meats on a platter. There was also plenty of wine to go around which helped keep the mood jovial and relaxed.

"Brr, it's getting a little chilly. I should've brought something a bit warmer, silly me" Emma shivered as she hugged herself tight and rubbed her hands along her upper arms to try warm up.

"Me too, the fire is nice, but it's fighting a losing battle I think" Robyn agreed as she dared to move as close as she possibly could to the open flame.

"I'll pop down to the cabin and fetch you ladies some warmer clothing" Robin offered with a friendly smile.

"I'll join you; I need to use the little girl's room too while we're at it" Emma said, with chattering teeth.

"How about you dear, are you coming or are you happy to stay?" Robin asked his wife.

"I'm fine for now, just hurry back. I'll keep an eye on this one and make sure he doesn't burn down the forest" she replied with a playful sticking out of her tongue at an aghast looking James.

"I have never...okay, maybe once when I was younger, but I have never burned anything in the last decade...half a decade, I'll have you know!" the younger handsome wolf replied back indignantly.

"Yes dear" Emma and Robyn responded in unison before high fiving and laughing. They both vividly recalled the incident when James had first met Emma and was trying to impress her with some French cooking. He had not counted on just how big the flames would get when he added the alcohol to that flambé.

"Here's a torch" Robin offered Emma as they set off down the path toward the cabin.

"Can't I just hold onto your tail?" she teased and gave the old mans fluffy appendage a playful tug.

"Leave my tail alone, rapscallion!" Robin laughed.

"Why? You never leave mine alone when I tell you to" Emma replied with a sticking out of her tongue, their voices starting to fade as they descended and rounded a corner out of sight. James laughed at their antics; Emma had really come out of her shell since spending so much time with his father. She was fun before, but she just seemed more relaxed and easier going these days.

Once Robin and Emma were out of earshot, an uneasy silence filled the picnic site. James had never felt so awkward around his mother before, and he hated it. He just wanted to go back to how things were before...before the cabin. He knew there was no going back to how things were in the cabin, he had given up on that idea. But he still wanted the easygoing friendship he'd had with his mother back.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She finally spoke while she stared out across the valley as the last rays of sun vanished behind a mountain. The brilliant colors of the fading light briefly gave a fiery undertone to her dark fur, making her seem almost celestial for a moment.

"Yeah, almost forgot how beautiful it was" James spoke, not realizing he had not even looked at the sunset when he did. His mother certainly had noticed though, casting a quick glance in his direction before looking down into her lap as she rubbed her hands along her freezing thighs. Another awkward silence filled the plateau around them, the only sound coming from the crackling fire and collapsing coals as the logs burned. The embers of the fire danced in the wind as if in preparation for the dazzling display of falling stars soon to burn up in the atmosphere they were waiting so patiently for.

James tried to distract himself by stoking the fire, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't stop his mind from spinning, especially when he thought he kept seeing his mother staring at him from the corner of his vision. She thought he wasn't looking, but he could see she was staring at him, as if she wanted to say something. He kept hoping she would, maybe she knew the magic words to make everything go back to how they were and end his torment. Thankfully darkness fell quickly in the mountains, he could retreat to his side of the campfire and hide his gaze as he stared back at the beautiful wolfess who had brought him into this world.

"I wonder where they got to, they should have been back by now" she said with a note of worry.

"We should go look for them, maybe they need help, or just got turned around somewhere. Emma has the navigational skills of a lemming sometimes" James tried to joke and ease the tension.

"Yeah...oh crap, they took both the torches." Robyn muttered as she scrounged through the backpacks looking for them but came up empty.

"Don't worry, I can use the camera light on my phone. Brought it just in case!" James offered confidently. "Though we better make it quick, seems I forgot to charge it" he grimaced when he saw the battery indicator was already in the red.

"Lead the way, Kemosabe" Robyn replied with a smile.

Again, the silence was deafening as they made their way down the dark and twisting footpath, even the bright light of James's phone camera struggled to penetrate very far into the inky blackness all around them. They expected to see lights heading back toward them at any moment though, surely Emma and Robin couldn't be far off; they would soon be enjoying strawberries and champaign under a gorgeous meteor shower without a doubt!

"Shouldn't we have been back at the cabin by now? It feels like we've been walking for ages" Robyn asked with growing concern, her grip about James's arm tight enough to almost be painful as he led the way.

"It's just the dark playing tricks on your mind, you can't judge distance and time very well if you can't see that far ahead" James tried to reason, more for his own sanity and comfort than his mothers. But he couldn't have been more wrong as he led his mother down the wrong path in the darkness. The growing wind wasn't helping matters either, it was quickly becoming bone chilling and making it hard to hear each other talk, even from such a close distance. There must have been some bad weather incoming as the moonlight kept getting blocked by clouds and plunging them back into darkness. Even when the moon was uncovered however, the tall trees did a pretty good job of blocking any ambient light as well.

"Oh shit..." Robyn whimpered when James's phone suddenly turned off as the battery ran out, plunging them both into absolute darkness. Instantly she gripped tightly about his arm for protection, her nails digging into the soft flesh of his bicep.

"Fuck..." he groaned in frustration. For once she didn't chastise him about his language, clearly, she was far too worried and afraid to even think of it. "I think we better stop moving, before we get ourselves completely lost in the dark" he sighed and turned to wrap his arms about his mother protectively. "I think I see a small gap in the rocks over there, we can get out of the wind while we wait for sunrise."

"Okay" she replied, her voice sounding strained and heavily laden with worry. The wind was starting to pick up, biting viciously at her extremities and making it hard to move she was shivering so much. Thankfully the rocks provided some cover, combined with her son's body heat, she started to feel marginally better. Unfortunately, the wind made it hard to talk and hear anything, all they could do was huddle close and share body warmth as best they possibly could. But it was enough, at least for the moment.

"Happy Valentine's Day, mom" James whispered into her ear when she managed to fall asleep against his chest eventually. James tried to stay awake, but ultimately his tiredness won out and his eyes drifted closed as well; his dreams filled with howling and baying monsters all around, hunting for him and his beloved mother.

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"James...James! Wake up, I think...I think we're lost..." Robyn whined as she gently shook her son awake.

"We just need to go back up the hill and find the trail again" James said with a yawn and stretch of his arms above his head.

"Which hill?" Robyn asked as she looked up and slowly turned around.

"Oh...shit..." James mumbled after rubbing the sleep from his eyes to see what his mother was talking about. They appeared to be in the middle of a valley and nearly every direction around them was uphill. The problem was, they didn't know which hill was the correct uphill for them. Nothing looked familiar and there was no telling how far they had actually walked down the mountain in the relative darkness. He wasn't even sure they had gone down the same side of the mountain as the cabin had been on.

"Should we just stay here and wait for someone to come fund us?" his mother asked, trying not to panic, but the strain in her voice was obvious.

"I don't think we can, look at those clouds. That's a nasty storm approaching, we need to find shelter and before it hits, or we'll likely get hypothermic" As James spoke, distant rumbling echoed through the valley ominously, as if to confirm his worries.

"Wait...I think I hear...yes, yes! I hear running water! It must be the stream that runs past the cabin!" Robyn sounded excited, her ears twitching at the faint, almost musical gurgle of running water nearby.

"There's a chance it isn't the same river, but from what I remember, most of the rivers in this area empty into the main one that goes through the small town we passed on our way here. We should follow it down, not up, you know...less risk that way" he offered with more confidence than he was really feeling.

"I suppose, we could probably find someone to give us a lift back to the cabin from there" Robyn reluctantly agreed. After their last stint of getting lost in the wilderness, she doubted they would have the same kind of luck and find a well-stocked cabin to hunker down in until help arrived this time.

"We best get going" James spoke, trying to sound confident and determined, though internally he was worried they might end up following a river that didn't join with the main one and just lead them deeper into uncharted wilderness.

The river was actually a small stream, but it was at least fresh water and provided much needed fluids. After having their fill, James and Robyn began following along its banks as it wound a lazy path down the valley and mountainside, through the thick canopy of evergreen trees. They had to admit, if it weren't for the fact they were lost and without supplies, it might actually have been a beautiful and peaceful hike. The scent of fresh pines and damp undergrowth, it felt so natural and almost primal.

They hadn't been walking for long when the soft hiss of rain hitting the leafy canopy above started to fill the near silence around them. Robyn gave James a worried look, knowing they were about to be caught in a nasty storm with no shelter. As she turned around to look for some sort of cover, she spotted an oddly angular looking shape set back against the side of a rocky outcropping.

"Wait...James...I think I see...is that a cabin?" Robyn squinted through the gloom at the clean angles of something further down the hill. Its edges were too straight to be a natural formation, so it stood out against the surrounding terrain, even in the rapidly fading light.

"I think so, best chance we have right now. Let's go!" He almost shouted as the heavens opened up around them, even the dense foliage could not provide any sort of cover under the deluge and soon they were both soaked through to their core.

James was the first one inside, this time there was no lock on the door, aside from a simple wooden latch he had to lift out of the notch. This cabin was far smaller than the last one, there was no indoor toilet and only a small, rustic single bed. There were almost a dozen cans of beans and what looked to be soup on the shelf though, so at least they had some food. A small stockpile of wood sat beside an old beat-up iron stove, which acted as the source of heat and a cooking spot. Judging by the furnishings, this cabin looked to be a barely used hunters lodge, or what passed for one. But for now, it was shelter and a much needed one at that. James quickly scoured the cabin for a means to start a fire and thankfully found an old box of matches, the logo was so old and faded he barely recognized it as being a company brand that had long since gone out of business. But, they still worked, combined with a few scraps of cardboard from a discarded box and soon they had a small fire going. Even as small as the flame in the fireplace was, the cabin was small enough and surprisingly well insulated that soon it became rather cozy.

"We should get out of these wet clothes, let them and us dry..." James suggested, trying not to sound too eager or suggestive. Robyn nodded in agreement and soon they both began to strip out of their soaked clothes, though it was obvious they were trying not to look at one another with anything other than familial affection. Once they were both down to nothing but their fur, they set about finding any available surface to spread their clothing out over to help them dry. Again, the silence was uncomfortably awkward as the two now nude adult wolves sat beside one another, huddled around the small fireplace for warmth.

The wind and rain howled beyond the cabins walls, making them creak and groan under the relentless assault. Branches snapped and the wind screamed through the leaves as the storm raged on. Thankfully whomever had built the cabin seemed to know the area well, it was backed up against a large outcrop of stone which acted like a natural canopy from the wind and rain from above. It was also built beside a short but thick trunked tree on the downward facing side of the slope, with the uphill on the opposite side. This meant that the wind and rain could only really exert force upon the front of the cabin, which only had one small round window looking outward. Inside, it was obvious the cabins owner had braced the front wall for extra sturdiness as well, so much so, as the structure groaned and complained, it would not collapse very easily.

"I smell...something..." Robyn said as she lifted her nose to smell the air.

"It wasn't me, I promise" James joked weakly.

"Ha ha, funny. But no, smells like...dried meat, jerky!" Robyn said excitedly as she opened up a small box sitting atop the old iron fireplace. Sure enough, inside there were a couple sticks of richly spiced and scented dried meat. James hadn't realized just how hungry he was until the scent caught his nose and his stomach started doing whale song impressions.

"We should ration it, just in case..." He spoke softly, trying not to let his concern and worry take control. Who knew how long they would be stuck out in the wilderness this time, last time they'd been stranded beside a road at least. This time they were lost in mountainous woods with no trails or roads.

"Agreed" his mother replied with a slow nod. She withdrew one cut of meat and ripped it in half, giving the bigger piece to James. As hungry as they both were, they resisted the urge to wolf down their meal. Though watching each other nibble at the meat was rather comical and did help lighten the mood some at least.

"Looks like we're sharing a bed" James pointed out later in the evening, noting the single small bed with one blanket on it.

"Not the first time we've done that" his mother replied without thinking, before quickly looking away when she realized what she had said. Even in the dim light from the small fire it was obvious she was blushing.

James wanted to press the issue, to try get her to open up with him about what had happened. But he was also tired and weary, ultimately, he knew now was not the time. With the storm raging outside and nothing else to do, he lay down on the bed beneath the blanket to try get some rest. Soon a familiar warmth snuggled up close behind him, the way she wrapped her arm over his side and lightly brushed at his belly and chest was comforting at least.

He must have been more tired than he initially thought, or they both had been, judging by the peaceful shallow breaths coming from his mother as she slept peacefully. He was now playing big spoon to her little spoon; they must have changed positions during the night too it seemed. Her behind was pressed back against his growing morning wood as well, though he knew better than to grind back against her butt, even if it was presented so perfectly for him to do so.

"What time is it?" Robyn asked with a yawn when she finally awoke.

"Not sure, but the sun is up and the storm looks like it's mostly passed" he offered as he saw the pale morning light shining through the small window of their cabin.

"Oh, so it wasn't a dream..." she sighed and gently clutched tighter to his arm wrapped about her. "Oh poop, nature calls" Robyn barked as she leapt from the bed and scrambled to get dressed, before she darted to the front door and fumbled to unlatch it with her need for relief growing exponentially every passing second. James watched all this with an amused smile as he listened to his mother growling a few hilarious curses under her breath, before she vanished from view. The sight was rather comical and made him laugh, watching his mother scramble out of sight like a feral cat who'd accidentally jumped into a full tub of water.

"James...you better come look at this..." his mother called out a few moments later. When he stepped through the doorway and out into the open world, he could see why. With the torrential downpour during the night, there appeared to have been a landslide which they had somehow managed to sleep through. The landscape had been altered and was now even more unrecognizable than before. More worrying was that the small stream they had been following was now dispersed across the new terrain below them, leaving no clear path to follow.

"Shit..." James cursed as he picked his way through the debris and tried to see if he could find a path, but the rocks and ground were too saturated and unstable to traverse safely. As much as he hated the idea, he knew they had no choice but to hunker down in the cabin and wait until help found them...again.

Knowing they would be stuck for a while, James and Robyn tried to collect as many resources as they could. Sticks and kindling for the fire, as well as any logs small enough to be manageable with the small rusted axe James had found in the cabin. They were even lucky enough to find some berry bushes that had survived being uprooted and had edible berries on them, just to supplement the canned food already inside the cabin. It was slow going, but with each new item brought back to the cabin, both James and Robyn felt more confident they would make it through this ordeal. Keeping busy also helped keep their minds off their situation, before they knew it, the sun was descending on another day of their ordeal.

"It'll be alright, we've been gone for almost two days, someone will be looking for us by now" James tried to reassure Robyn as they huddled under a blanket to try stay warm. Night was rapidly descending and the temperature was beginning to drop once again. The storm which had seemed to be dispersing during the day was attempting to make a comeback it seemed. Thankful for the few supplies they had managed to find, at least they could keep a small fire going to keep the interior of the small cabin habitable despite the howling wind outside.

"This isn't as fun as it was last time" Robyn tried to joke and lighten the mood.

"I could always take my pants of, if you want?" James teased back, though he knew what she meant. This hunting cabin was not as well stocked or well looked after as the one in the snow had been. While there were tins of food so they wouldn't starve at least, there was no indoor plumbing and not much in the way of keeping them warm if the fire went out, aside from the one large blanket which they had to share.

"About that...we...never really talked about it, did we?" The ebony furred wolfess said softly.

"No, we didn't. I wanted to; I just didn't know how to" he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I'm so sorry for everything I did, I'm a terrible mother. I shouldn't have...done all that stuff to you, I just hope you can forgive me and don't hate me for any of it" Robyn began to speak softly, sounding close to tears.

"What? Hey, no, it's nothing like that at all, I promise!" James shushed her gently, wrapping an arm about his mother's waist as he pulled her in close against his side. Turning his face to the side to stare into her eyes so she could see he was telling the truth as he spoke. "I don't hate you, not even slightly. Truth be told, I love you even more because of it. We're both consenting adults who love each other, I am just as guilty as you are for what we did. I have just hoped that you didn't despise me for any of it either, I never wanted to do anything to hurt you, mom" He sighed softly, his eyes darting between hers as he searched them for any sign to indicate she did. But he saw nothing but love in the beautiful pools of sapphire that were his mothers' eyes, even when she began to tear up.

"Oh James, all this time I have been carrying this around in my chest, like a boulder crushing my heart, thinking I hurt you" Robyn finally spoke, leaning in to wrap her arms tightly about her son and squeezing him tight enough it was almost hard for him to breath. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that; I would do anything for you and only want to make you happy."

"Same here, I am so glad we finally got to talk about this and clear the air. I have been so worried that we would drift apart, I never want to lose you" He replied, feeling the warmth of his own tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. Suddenly the oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging heavily over both of them dispersed and it felt just like it had on that first fateful night. As the last of their firewood burned down into smoldering embers, James and Robyn cuddled side by side on the small bed. It had been a long time since they just talked and laughed about everything and anything, until the early hours of the morning. As he drifted off to sleep with his beautiful mother in his arms, her head tucked under his chin and her steady breathing the only sound he could hear, James felt the happiest he had been in a long time.

James' dreams were unusually vivid again, hearing snippets of his conversation with his mother and how she would do anything for him. His dreams evolved from talking to his mother to his beautiful wife, Emma, as he felt her soft lips on his member while she sucked his cock, like she the night before they left for their Valentine's Day trip. She had told James that with his folks around for the weekend, they wouldn't be able to get intimate, so she may as well give him his Valentine's gift then. James groaned and bucked into Emma's maw, gently gripping her long dark hair and guiding her muzzle up and down his aching shaft. But unlike that night where she had let him finish in her mouth, just before he reached his climax, her soft lips slipped off his shaft suddenly and the scene changed.

Now Emma was riding him, just like she had after letting him finish in her maw, only now the pace was slower and more affectionate. His busty young wolfess rode up and down on his cock, while her hands covered her breasts to stop them bouncing and jiggling so much. Her delightfully tight cunt gripped and squeezed down on his length so wonderfully every time she ground down hard against his lap, as if she were trying to take his knot already. It felt so real, he could feel her hips under his fingers as he squeezed and gripped at her. He even felt her weight over him as he bucked and thrust up into her eagerly from below. Slowly, James felt himself begin to surface from the depths of slumber. When his bleary eyes opened and with the darkness in the cabin, he was barely able to make out the form of his loving wife in his lap.

"W...what...'s going on?" James stammered groggily as he fought to free his mind from the clutches of a deep sleep, only to find the feeling still there, that slick tight heat around his throbbing cock. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he looked up again to see his mother's smiling face staring back at him.

"I'm sorry James, but I need this...I think you do as well" His mother huffed softly as she ground herself down on his stiff prick. Her voice was soft and almost pleading as she rode him slowly, goddamn she felt just as good now as she had the first time. Her hands were rested against his chest for support while her shapely hips rose and fell in continuous motions, that same look of pure bliss mixed with an uncertain shame at what she was doing with her son, again.

James was instantly fully awake, his gaze snapped down to his crotch where his thick red cock was once again being worked in and out of his mother's still amazingly tight cunt. Her soft pink folds stretched snuggly around his member, tugging at it every time she rose up. Just as they had last time, her smallish but perky breasts jiggled each time she lifted herself up, only to drop back down with a carnal growl onto her son's shaft. Soft plaps and slaps filled the small cabin, drowning out the light noise of the rain and wind outside.

He knew this was probably wrong and he should stop it, but she just felt so damned good, he also loved her and wanted nothing more than to make her happy. She just looked so alluring with her eyes nearly closed and her face twisted in a beautiful mask of taboo pleasure. All those repressed emotions he had tried so hard to ignore in the last year came rushing back as he lay motionless beneath the woman that had given birth to him, while she rode him with abandon.

"James, I'm...I'm gonna...just a little more..." Robyn began to pant heavily and whine out, her fluffy tail hitched side to side as her motions became more erratic. The mature ebony furred wolfess nearly slammed herself down onto James's harder than steel cock repeatedly, until with an unrestrained howl, she came hard. Her dazzling sapphire eyes opened as she stared down at him, her soft lips parted in a lewd almost silent moan. Slowly she leaned down to press her lips to his in a lingering and tender kiss, while her hips ground roughly down onto his shaft, stirring him within her still clenching and gripping inner walls.

James was lost in the moment, watching not only as his mother had another orgasm, but while she had it while riding his dick again after so long. Just like before, the way she clenched and squeezed down on him was a little surprising and very hard to ignore, the entirety of this weird taboo situation he found himself in again hit him all at once as his own climax was wrung from him. His claws dug into his mother's thighs as he bucked up against her, while James snarled as he fought hard not to cum, but it was already a foregone conclusion. His mother still ground hard against him while she clenched and squeezed around his cock, it quickly became too much to ignore. With a final growl, James let loose, feeling as if his balls were trying to turn themselves inside out as he emptied hot, sticky shot after shot deep inside his own mother again.

James lay panting heavily as he stared up at the wooden ceiling, his head spun as he tried to collect his thoughts. This time there was no rush to dislodge himself from his mother, like he had done the first time. Instead, he wrapped his arms about her and held her close while they both basked in the afterglow of their shared pleasure and love.

"So, still don't regret doing this with your little old mother?" She asked after a prolonged silence.

"Oh, shush you. You're as gorgeous now as the last time we did this, maybe even more so" He laughed and nipped at one of her ears affectionately. He was being honest as well, Robyn just never seemed to age. Even as he let his hands explore and touch every inch of her he could reach without dislodging her, she felt nearly indistinguishable from his wife who was practically half his mother's age.

"You're already balls deep in me, James. You don't need to butter me up, if you want to fuck me again, just fuck me" Robyn teased as she sat up in his lap, letting the blanket slip down about her waist to reveal her perfect little breasts.

"Mother; language!" he replied with a laugh, trying to sound stern in his disapproval.

"What? I can tell you liked it; I can feel you getting hard inside me again" The sultry wolfess growled playfully. This was a side of her he had never seen, or even suspected she had. Briefly he wondered if this was what she was like with his father, or if this was just reserved for him because of the rather unique situation they now found themselves in.

"I have a gorgeous and very nude woman in my lap, how could I not get hard?" He countered, but it was obvious that he did rather enjoy hearing his beautiful mother talk dirty to him. The way his hands had brushed down her slender back to grip at her behind before he started helping her grind and gyrate in his lap was more than enough evidence of that.

"So, that's a no on fucking me again?" Robyn teased with a knowing grin, yelping and giggling a moment later when she was swung around and pushed back onto the bed. James withdrew himself from inside her, instead slipping under the covers as he huffed and nipped down over the slight bulge of her cute little belly, moving steadily lower. Though she couldn't see what he was doing, she could feel it and so she willingly parted her thighs for her lover.

James could only barely see the outline of his mother through the darkness beneath the covers, not that he needed to. He could both smell and feel the heat radiating from her as he kissed along her inner thigh until he found his target. Fingers reached beneath the blanket and grasped into his hair when he began lapping within his mother's cunt, cleaning the mess he'd left behind. Again, the surrealism of the moment struck him as both odd and humorous. Never in a billion years would he ever have thought he would be in such a position, laying between his beautiful mothers spread thighs and cleaning his own seed from between her folds with his tongue. But the sounds she was making outside the blanket, the pants, groans and whines were all worth it. The way she was gripping his hair, only somewhat trying to guide him were to lick and kiss, but mostly letting him do as he wished, it was all so damned exciting.

Suddenly Robyn's thighs clamped down firm against the sides of his head as she squealed out loud, her hips beginning to buck roughly up against his muzzle. Though that didn't stop him from licking and suckling at every bit of his mother's pussy he could as she came hard for him. By the time he eventually was able to extract his head from between her thighs, the ebony furred wolfess was panting heavily and staring into infinity. James just grinned triumphantly as he crawled up to lay beside her, gently brushing her hair from her face as he waited for her to come back down to earth.

"That was...that was amazing...I can see why Emma is always smiling so much" Robyn mumbled with a laugh, awkwardly patting his hip in appreciation.

"Dad doesn't do that for you?" James asked curiously. Again, it struck him how odd it felt discussing his parents sex life so casually, especially after having just having fucked his own mother and then subsequently cleaning up the evidence.

"Not lately, no. He used to when he was younger, but he has such a bad back now, it hurts his neck" His mother replied with a smile. "He was good at it too, almost as good as you" She smiled as she rolled onto her side to face him.

"Thanks, I think..." James replied, not quite sure how to take that compliment. It felt exceptionally odd to be compared sexually to his father, especially from his mother. In the moment however, she was and wasn't his mother. He knew who she had been in their past together, but at the same time it was as if he was only learning who and what she really was now. The way they lay beside one another on the bed like lovers, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word, yet so much was said in that simple look. There was no trace of doubt about how much they loved one another.

Again, as if drawn together by an invisible force, James felt Robyn's upper leg hook over his own as she guided her hips to his. He could feel his mothers heat rub and grind against his still stiff prick while she leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. He didn't resist either motion, letting her guide him back inside herself as his tongue slipped between her front teeth. With her small breasts pressed against his chest and her hips rolling against his, James felt that familiar snug warmth take him to the hilt once again, only this time there was no desperate need for release. Their bodies pressed and ground against one another in a languid dance or passion as they made out deeply while making love.

"You two, again?" A voice suddenly called out, causing both James and Robyn to snap their heads towards the cabin door they hadn't heard being opened. Standing in the doorway was a familiar bear who was currently scowling at them. "Surely there's an easier way for you two to sneak off and hook up, why can't you just hire a hotel or something, like normal people? Stop breaking into my cabins just so you can fuck!"

James and Robyn paused and turned to look at one another, the situation had just taken an absurd turn and veered off a cliff into the insane. Both mother and son burst into peels of laughter, which only served to further enrage the bear. Eventually, when the laughter had died down, they explained their situation to the bear. Unfortunately, he had been part of the search team and was well informed on who they really were.

"Wait, so you're the mother and son that everyone has been looking for?" the old bear grumbled as he looked back and forth between the two with an almost accusing stare.

"Uh, yeah..." James replied nervously, suddenly unable to meet the bear's gaze.

"Look, kid. I get it, you're alone with a beautiful woman and you both think you're gonna die out here. I could think of worse ways to go" he assured them both. "Next time, take a fucking compass or at least some condoms, alright?"

"Thank you, John, we appreciate it and I hope you will keep our little secret?" Robyn smiled in that motherly way that always made James feel calm and relaxed.

"Sure, just so long as you promise not to break into my goddamn house and fuck on my bed next" John teased. "We best be getting you two back to your families, they've been worried sick about you. Plus, I think the sooner you get back, your old man and his sister can stop fucking too" the bear mumbled as he stood up and gathered his backpack to lead the way home.

"I don't have a sister" James replied in confusion as he frowned at his mother.

"Really? That pretty little thing that looks like a younger version of her?" John paused to nod back at Robyn. "She had the scent of the old fella all over her, definite scent of sex too."

"Emma?" Robyn asked with a sinking feeling.

"Yep, that's the one" John confirmed. "Why?"

"That's my wife..." James replied softly, a storm of emotions starting to rage inside him.

"Well now ain't this some Jerry Springer kinda bullshit. Well, to be honest folks, I think the lot of you need to sit down and have a very enlightening conversation. For what it's worth, you two fuckin' trumps them in my book, so take it with a pinch of salt."

John was right, at least Emma and Robin weren't related. Even if they were both being unfaithful, it wasn't like James or Robyn had been either. The walk back toward the camp where the search party had set up was a very long and rather silent one as both James and his mother were lost deep in thought. They had only let themselves do what they did because they thought they weren't going to be rescued this time, didn't they? But now they had been, what would happen to their relationship, especially in light of the new information. The more they thought about the last few days, the more it made sense. Robin and Emma had gotten very close, especially during the first time James and his mother had gotten lost. They had seemed to get even closer over time, the smiles, the touches, it was all so obvious now.

There were so many questions that hung in the air, would James and Robyn come clean about their relationship? Would they confront Robin and Emma about their infidelity, especially knowing their own sin was ten times worse? Even if they did come clean and confront their respective partners about what they now knew, how would they react?