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It had been a long day. Our new garden had been about three quarters planted, and the other quarter was tilled, and ready for seeding the next day. Mom and I had been working on it for most of the day, and we were both covered in mud.

The funny thing was that I looked nothing like my mom, and anyone could have mistaken me for hired help. My mom was a snow leopard, not really showing her age at all. I on the other hand, was a black squirrel, and I obviously took most of my looks from my dad. I tried not to call attention to this, because of the circumstances.

My Mom had been stressed alot recently, because my deadbeat of a Dad had skipped out on us recently. One day, he just up and left, not even leaving us a way to support ourselves. Thankfully, my Mom and I both worked, and we were able to grow a garden as well, to supplement our food supplies. It was starting to grow dark, and my Mom stood up, dusting her hands off on the junky work jeans she was wearing.

"Well, Michael, that should be enough for today. You and I can finish this up tomorrow."

I nodded my head. My limbs were sore, and my back ached from bending over all day. I stood up as well, wincing as my back popped and cracked. Dead tired, I made my way back into our small apartment, which we had rented out after selling our house. Not even bothering to change into something clean, I pulled off my muddy clothing, and flopped into the master bed. I lay there for a while but I wasn't really able to sleep with all the mud that was caked into my fur. With a groan, I stood, grabbed a towel and fresh pair of boxers, and made my way to the bathroom. When I arrived at the door, I could hear the thundering of the shower, but I knocked anyway, to see how long I was going to have to wait. Instead, my mom called out, her voiced muffled by the door, and the pounding water.

"Michael, come in, I'll be done in just a few seconds."

I pushed the door open, and set about getting ready for my shower. I hung my towel up, got out my personal shampoo and conditioner, my brush, I set on the sink. As I did this, my mother spoke.

"Michael dear, will you hand me my towel?"

I looked around the bathroom, and saw my mother's floral print towel hanging on the far shower hook, out of her reach. I picked it up, and she slid the shower door open. I handed her the towel, but not before I caught a full eyeful of her breasts, white with black spots around the edges, with dark, almost black nipples. I blushed, and snapped my eyes shut as she took the towel. Wrapping it around her, she slid back the shower door all the way and stepped into the bathroom proper, steam swirling around her. My eyes open, I became aware of two things simultaneously. One, my mother was extremely attractive, and two, I could feel my boxers starting to tent. I whirled quickly, putting my back to her, and began testing the temperature of the water she had left running. It was still hot, and as she left, I quickly shucked my boxers, and climbed in the shower. I stood under the pounding water, letting it wet down my fur, and wash away some of the mud. Trying not to think about my mom, I picked up my shampoo, and began to clean my fur. Working on autopilot, I got myself clean, and began to brush my fur. Finally, my fur mostly straight, I pulled my boxers on, and went to the closet, finding a pair of sleep shorts, because there was no way that I was sleeping in just my boxers. My mind was totally in conflict, and I knew that what I was thinking was wrong. Still however, I could not get the image of my mother, wreathed in steam, and naked beneath her towel out of my head. What was wrong with me.

Finally, I made my way to the master bedroom, or rather, the only bedroom. My mother and I always shared a bed now, due to the hard and uneven nature of the apartment floor. It had never been a problem before. Today, however, it would suck. My mother was already there, and I thought that she was asleep, but when I climbed into bed, she rolled over and looked at me strangely. I couldn't quite decide what she was trying to see, so I rolled over, pulling my half of the blanket around my shoulders, my back to my mother. I lay like this for a while totally unable to sleep with my warm, living, and extremely beautiful mother right next to me. Then, I felt her shift. She snuggled up to me, laying on her side as well. I froze, but then, she whispered in my ear.

"Michael, what you are feeling isn't wrong. I feel it too, and I want you to know that whatever you do is totally okay."

I turned in bed to face my mother, and I saw that she had tear in her eyes.

"Michael, I love you more than anything in the world."

My mother loved me, and not like a son. My world was shattered, but in a good way. I whispered to her, in the still of the night.

"Mom. I love you too."

Then, I pulled her close, and my lips met hers. Her arms wrapped around me, and we began to kiss, passionately. My hands roamed down her back, coming to rest on her soft, silky furred ass. She wasn't wearing panties. I rubbed her soft fur for a few moments, eliciting a pleasured sigh. I broke our kiss reluctantly, and quickly removed my shorts and boxers. I was as naked as she was, and we both knew what we wanted.

My mother rolled onto her back, her black and white tail lashing wildly. Her black nipples stood erect, and I carefully took the left one in my lips, suckling at my mother's breast like a newborn. My hand found her other breast, and began to caress her amazingly soft fur. She was moaning with pleasure, and I was rock hard. She looked up at me, her face contorted with pleasure, and whimpered.

"Take me. I'm yours, do whatever you want."

That was all I needed to hear. I released her nipples, and positioned my penis above her sweet, slick pussy lips.

Her pussy lips were slick with arousal, and a droplets of pre, dripped from my penis. With a sigh, I penetrated her treasure, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction. She looked up at me, panting hard. Then, she spoke.

"fuck me."

I was happy to oblige, and I began to thrust into her, enjoying her screams of pleasure. This was sex at its best, and we were certainly enjoying it. She placed her hand between us, and pushed her clit into my penis, crying out at the explosive sensation building in her loins. Finally, we neared our mutual climax. I looked down at my mother, writhing beneath me, and stopped.

"Michael. What are you doing?? Finish me." My mother screamed.

I did. With one final thrust, I impaled her pussy, and finished. My orgasm was like a tidal wave, and it brought my mother over the edge. He pussy clamped down on my penis, milking me for all I was worth. We rode our orgasms together, and finally, it was over. We clung to each other, our minds overloaded by the amazing experience we had just shared. My mother kissed me again, and we lay together, one unit, as we drifted off to sleep.