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“Arms up, nice and easy...and as you lean back with the stretch, inhale, elongating your torso. Palms up and over your head, toward the sky...but don’t take it too far. Be comfortable.”

Alex was in her element when she could feel the sun on her fur and the grass between her toes. She didn’t need a mat beneath her to perform her morning yoga, and the presence of manufactured plastics and polymers would have taken away from the connection she felt with the Earth, in that moment.

Her son, Matt, didn’t have quite the same connection to the world that she did, but he was willing to forego the pad and allow his bare toes to curl into the dirt as he tried his best to find a sense of balance.

It wouldn’t have been so difficult, if not for the presence of a stretching, rounded distraction.

“I know you want to demonstrate the pose for me so I get it right, but...how are you supposed to check my form when you’re facing the opposite direction?” he asked.

“If you’re following my movements properly, you’ll have the right posture,” Alex replied. “I trust you.”

With his arms just slightly behind his head and his spine stretching toward the sky, Matt wasn’t entirely sure if he was taking the right posture or not, but he was enjoying the fresh air and the cool, unique breeze that only came in the earlier parts of the morning.

The scent of dew was still being wicked away from those blades of grass as the wind caressed them, and inhaling that comforting, familiar bouquet, Matt decided that it was slightly less important for him to have exactly perfect form. The greater focus, as far as he could tell, was on the connection he felt with the world, and the woman who brought him into it.

She was just coming out of her own stretch, taking the pose forward and lowering her palms in front of her, pressing them flat to the ground. The snow leopard was flexible enough that touching her toes was no trouble- even pressing her palms flat to the grass was easy enough.

Only just starting to feel the stretch at that point, Alex lifted the long, bushy weight of her tail when she felt something else upon her fur; through the tight, narrow fabric of her yoga pants, it was easy to tell when Matt was trying to sneak a peek.

“You know...”

She dipped her head between her legs, breaking the traditional shape of the pose. Staring at her son through her own thighs was just showing off, but she loved the bewildered sight of her son, caught in the moment and matching her interested gaze.

“You’re supposed to keep your head down, Matt. If you keep looking forward like that, you could get a crick in your neck.”

The curve of her rump was slightly wider and fuller those days, but Alex took good care of her body, keeping an impressive tone to her flesh. Contained in yoga pants that were gripping tight at her fur, it was obvious to Matt that she’d forgone panties for the day...and as early as they set out for their morning yoga, she didn’t have to worry about anyone else coming around to steal a look.

Her invitation was too obvious to ignore. “Does that mean that looking between your thighs like that is wrong, too?” Matt asked. “Or am I supposed to be doing that? Cause...I’m pretty sure I’m not that flexible.”

“To be honest, I’m starting to think you might not be flexible enough for any of my poses, Matt. In fact, you’re looking rather stiff...are you sure that you’re getting far enough into your stretches?”

Though it was upside down, there was no mistaking the bulge in her son’s shorts. He’d gone for the more comfortable route, wearing a pair of athletic shorts that would have been flattering in any situation.

To have the arousing sight of his mother’s pubic mound impressed upon her yoga pants, he knew that he would be pitching a full tent if he kept on staring, but as long as Alex was able to hug her own face with her inner thighs, Matt had no problem looking ahead, trading glances between her captivating, icy stare and the smooth, covered petals of her sex.

“I don’t think I can go any further than this,” Matt took the initiative, happy to stop pretending that they were still talking about yoga in the park. “Not in public, anyway.”

There were plenty of clearings in that public park, but in the middle of the spring, everything was just starting to come into bloom, and the shorter trees and taller shrubs came together to create pockets of privacy that were perfect for those who indulged the idea of having sex outdoors.

It was still risky, but it was just the right amount of risk- calculated and minimized- that mother and son could enjoy the thrill of their incestuous connection on top of the thrill of getting caught in the act.

“You call it public, but I call it nature ,” Alex replied. “And doing what comes natural in nature is one of the best ways you can relax, sweetheart. You should really give it a try.”

“Pretty sure I’ve tried it in all the most meaningful ways.”

“All of them?”

Lifting her head from between her thighs and leaning forward, Alex took her time coming up from the almost folding stretch, but as she hesitated, she looked back over her shoulder, seeing just how closely Matt was following her gaze.

Her rump hadn’t moved, but it was still the center of his attention; Alex was happy to see if she could change that, as something darker gathered at the imprint of her womanhood.

“W...woah...Mom, are you really doi-

“What’s the matter? I thought you said you’d tried all the most meaningful ways,” Alex reiterated his point. “Surely, you’ve gone ahead and relieved yourself behind a bush or a tree before, right? It’s probably a lot easier for you than it is for me...at least...it would be, if I cared about anyone seeing the mess.”

The black seat of those pants shifted a shade darker as warm, golden juices pushed through the stretched fabric, leaking through in a lazy trickle, at first.

Alex wasn’t in a rush to push every drop out, but as the stream came to a fuller strength, she wanted to watch her own juices spill out and down, forming a tiny river of her offered pee...and capturing Matt’s fullest attention, as his cock throbbed against the front of his once comfortable shorts.

“You’re really gonna walk home in those?”

“To be honest, I was hoping I’d have a little trouble with the walk home by the time I was done with you: I’ve got some harder poses in mind, if you think you’re up for them.”

The base of her tail was twitching with the satisfaction of releasing a long, pent-up stream of pee, careless of the growing stain on the seat of her yoga pants. The tiny puddle of gold in the middle of vibrant, green grass stole Matt’s attention for only a moment, but that was a moment long enough for Alex to stand upright and turn around, gazing upon her son as though he was more of a target than a yoga partner.

“We’re not talking about yoga anymore, are we?”

Matt was snickering at his mother’s aggression, but that was almost a defensive response, seeing a familiar, fuller sway in her hips as she approached him.

Watching her spill those juices from behind was a delight that he didn’t take for granted, but he knew Alex well enough: she would have no problem getting the last of her trickled urine on the lap of his shorts, if he wasn’t able to fend off her advances...

...And knowing what she could do to his body when she put her mind to it, he had little motivation to back away from her.

“We haven’t been for a while, sweetie. I think you knew that.”

“And I think you like it when I play dumb every now and again.”

“In this instance, yes...because it gave me all the time I needed to close the gap,” Alex confessed, before she pressed her soaking crotch against the dry bulge of his own. “But even if you play dumb, there’s nothing you can do to hide this from me, baby.”

“Who said I was trying to hide anything?”

Matt pushed right back against the warmth of his own mother’s lap, letting her feel just how much he appreciated her brazen move. That tented erection pushed so tightly upon her yoga pants that she felt the soaking fabric wedging back into her folds, already parted and pouted with their growing arousal; it was only a tease, driving an already frustrated sense of need.

“Well, we’re gonna have to hide at least a little bit, but if you think the bushes are offering enough cover...I’ll show you exactly where I want you to hide that.”

She pushed on, lowering a thumb into the front of her yoga pants and tugging far enough at the crotch to reveal the natural fluff of her pubic fur, but as she tried to take control of her son, grabbing his chest with her free paw, she felt his own digits reaching behind her and cupping the cheeks of her rump in a greedy hold.

“How about I just show you how I plan to hide it?” Matt suggested. “If you’d just...r-roll onto your back and kick y-your legs up...”

Though he was sure that he was stronger than his mother, Matt knew that Alex had an impressive sense of balance, bolstered by her flexibility.

He didn’t think he’d have to give it his all if he was going to be the one on top, but when Alex felt like going for a ride, she knew exactly how to get what she wanted, even when she was being overpowered.

“You really thought I'd make it that easy for you to take control? I’m the instructor, here,” Alex countered, keeping a tight enough grip on her son’s t-shirt that she was able to pull him in close, sneaking a deeper, impassioned kiss upon his lips.

Brief as that gesture was, it proved more than enough to fluster the younger feline, throwing off his already lesser sense of balance.

“Gets you every time,” she whispered against his lips, before pushing that much firmer against him, letting her billowy, talented flesh continue to work him into a puddle.

She didn’t want it to be easy; she loved the battle for dominance, but some of her older tricks were the most effective, and feeling her son lose his footing against her, she pushed his back into the nearest tree and kicked his leg out from behind him, knowing the soft, cushy blades of grass below would be more than enough to cradle his fall.

It was the same fall that finally pulled their lips apart, and the very same that left a trail of delicate scrapes down the back of Matt’s body, ruffling his fur and scratching the skin underneath.

“You know...I don’t mind when you get a little rough with me-

“That’s good.”

“But are you really gonna let a tree do your job for you?” Matt finished his first question. “Or are you gonna pin me down and rake those claws over my back...and show that tree how it’s done?”

Such an intense, almost feral display of dominance came before that Alex would have a hard time standing up to her own performance, but bending over and grabbing the cuffs of her son’s shorts would be a good start.

Tugging them down and finding that he’d dressed the same as she had- no boxers or briefs hiding underneath his athletic wear- she was delighted to watch the stiffened flesh of his erection bounce up and rise to the occasion.

“I knew you were in a mood. Didn’t think it was the same one I was in, but...I am not complaining,” Alex assured him. “But you’d better not complain when you’re trying to explain those marks later on.”

She wasn’t afraid of baring her fangs and giving her son her fullest intensity. Dropping right into his lap and straddling his thighs with a wide, eager spread, Alex knew that he could take whatever she dished out, but she wasn’t going straight for his back.

There was a thrill to marking her son with her claws, but to ease the petals of her womanhood over the tip of his cock...to drizzle her natural arousal over his shaft and down, all the way to the base, until it seeped over his sack and tickled his most sensitive flesh...

...She’d come to known very few delights that could reach such an echelon.

“You know I’d be proud to t-tell people where I got them,” Matt claimed. As he tried to sit upright, he felt his mother’s paws coming down, pressing hard against the spread of his chest. “Gonna give me some on the front, too?”

“If you’re a good boy...maybe.”

That could have meant too many things in the heat of the moment, but Matt went with perhaps the easiest choice, putting his already filled paws to good work: squeezing tight at Alex’s rump and pulling up on that supple, comforting flesh, he propped his feet against the ground and lifted his knees, giving him just enough of an angle to thrust and meet with his mother’s approach.

Remembering immediately the kind of punch her son could pack, Alex was content to sit in his lap a little longer, but she was looking forward to giving him a moment on top, knowing he’d pour his heart and soul into the act when he had the chance.

“Is that g-good enough for you?”

Curling her fingertips into the fluff upon his chest and scraping her claws down toward his tummy, Alex balanced herself at the very peak of her son’s flesh and bounced again, meeting his thrusts with long, slow drops of her body. “It’s a start,” she whispered, knowing that she’d lose control of her volume if she allowed her genuine passions to shine through.

It was a tempting thought...and if they were fast enough, they’d be gone before anyone came looking for trouble.

“Sounds to me like I’m not really gonna be a good boy on my back, am I?”

He tried his best to lift her rump again, but when Alex figured out what he was up to, she tried her best to roll her weight down and into his lap.

Sinking the full length of his cock into her soaking depths, her own plan worked against her, as greater pleasure rattled her otherwise confident posture.

Always forget how big he is until I’ve got the whole thing inside of me, she realized. But...fuck’s sake, I love having the whole thing inside of me!

The supposed depravity of the act was lost on the pair, right then.

Blonde tresses bounced and brunette locks shifted as Matt took his chance, seeing a moment of weakness in his mother’s posture. He shifted back, denying himself a moment of pleasure as his cock fell free, but to finally have that chance to roll her over, pushing her back into the grass and pinning her legs to either side of her breasts- a pose that she took rather easily, in her flexible nature- Matt couldn’t pass up on a chance like that.

There was no surprise in her eyes as she looked up at her son. There was incestuous pride, knowing that she’d raised such a caring and passionate lover, but beyond that, there was one more layer of emotion: a silent demand that he make good on the promise that he’d shown.

Putting a palm against her thigh for balance, Matt knelt into the space behind her rump, straddling the flattened slack of her tail. The very head of his cock sunk between those folds with delightful ease, and as he pressed his weight upon her, the younger feline felt her arms snaking up his sides...

...until sharp, eager claws raked through the flesh of his back, careless of the blood they might have drawn; it would all be worth the force of his hips, when that first series of deep, rapid thrusts rattled her figure.

“You knew where y-you needed to g-go,” Alex spoke back to her son as her body was shaken by the weight of his thrusts, her soft, modest breasts heaving back toward her as Matt pounded his frustrations into her flesh, granting her that much more pleasure by taking the lead. “And you...g-got there...like the good boy you are...f-fuck...nnfuck!”

Trying her best to cling to her son and hold him in place, Alex knew that she couldn’t control his every movement, but then, she didn’t want to: it was that much more exciting to see what he would do with his freedom, and to feel the entirety of his throbbing flesh within her, she felt comfortable leaning her head back and letting his shaft guide greater and greater pleasures into her body, until she was curling her toes with the burden of her peak.

Matt knew he wouldn’t outlast her by much, but even a few seconds felt like an accomplishment, when his cock was being milked by such a tight, skillful passage. “Oh, c-come on...no fair...c-calling me that right now!” he protested, but it was the sharpness in his voice that declared his ultimate pleasure, more than the heavier, deeper throbs of his cock.

That flooding warmth, so much deeper than she could hope to ignore, was still her favorite sign of his climax. “But you are a good boy,” she told him, her voice a little louder, a little bolder than it was at the start. “Fucking your own mother like this...f-flooding her pussy with...s-so much cum...even when you know it’ll be leaking back out of me the whole way home!”

Having come through the peak of her own release and grabbed her own sense of clarity along the way, Alex knew they needed to move before too much longer, but even after they were gone, there would be plenty of evidence of where they’d been and what they’d done.

Matt knew the same, and as his mother’s scraping claws finally released him, he offered a final surprise by climbing up her body and straddling her neck, placing the messy, cum-stained tip of his length at her lips.

“Speaking of,” he paused, lips curled to a smirk, “I don’t suppose you mind helping me clean up a bit? Last thing I need is a big, obvious stain on the front of my shorts.”

Her yoga pants were dark enough that someone would have to focus to see the stain of her pee, but Matt’s shorts were a brighter, vibrant shade of blue; stains would easily push through, even if it was just his own seed and the remnants of her arousal.

“...I suppose my good boy has earned a little reward,” she offered, opening her maw wide and letting his shaft push deeper, moving over her tongue and right into the back of her throat for a brief suckle.

She intended to be quick- to bob her head a few times and call it good enough- but as she worked the last of her own taste from his flesh, she felt a saltier treat splashing against the roof of her mouth. Eyes widened as she realized what her son was up to, and though she swallowed rapidly against his tip, she couldn’t contain every sudden, flowing drop of pee that was foisted upon her.

A cocked, irritated brow prompted Matt to ease back, but without stopping his flow, the golden trickle splashed against the front of his mother’s face, soaking her cheeks and lips with the continued pressure of his golden offering.

Slipping back just far enough that the end of his stream landed between her breasts, soaking that supple flesh and pushing a river between her cleavage, Matt felt the very same pride that Alex had for him, before.

“Not sure how we’re gonna explain that to any passerbys,” Matt admitted. “Could just say that it was one hell of a workout, I suppose?”

As his excess continued to spill down, soaking her tank top and leaving an obvious stain across it, Matt couldn’t bring himself to stop until he was fully spent...and for her part, Alex was delighted to take every drop of that intimate warmth, wearing it with greater pride than ever.

“It always is, when you come to the park with me,” Alex confirmed. “Not much of a lie, really.”

“Same time next Saturday, then?”