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"It's a lovely place. I don't know how you managed to get such a great deal on it.

"We... haggled."

Aron stood just inside the front door of the penthouse apartment and spoke with the estate agent while his mother wondered from room to room.

"Well, whatever you did, it certainly paid off."

Aron just smiled as he and the female raccoon stood in silence for a few moments. As a business woman, the estate agent wore a tight fitting, dark blue blazer and miniskirt that hugged her thighs. But only the lower buttons of the blazer were done up and she wore nothing else under it, leaving her ample bust and cleavage in clear sight.

"Anyway, I should be getting back to work," the raccoon said, "So, I'll leave these with you. I hope you enjoy your new home."

With a jingle and a warm smile, the estate agent placed the keys to the penthouse in Aron's palm. She then took the wolf's other hand and moved closer to him, whispering gently as she slipped his hand inside her blazer, "And if you ever want a piece of this, you'll find my personal number in your letterbox."

Aron was surprised by the raccoon's bold invitation, but he did not hesitate to shift her blazer to one side and passionately squeeze and grope her now fully exposed breast in response.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," Aron said, acting casual.

After letting the 18 year old black wolf fondle her for a few moments, the raccoon turned and left, closing the door behind her. With the estate agent gone, Aron turned his attention to his youthful and very attractive mother.

Harriet now stood on the penthouse's spacious balcony and was looking down at the large pool which resided between the two twenty story apartment blocks. To her left was a fantastic view of the ocean and beachfront. To her right was a view of the coastal city, partially obscured by sheltered walkways that bridged the twin structures on every fifth level, forming a U shape.

A gentle ocean breeze swept up over the 17th floor balcony and wrapped itself around Harriet's body, causing the flimsy, highly revealing sundress she wore to hug her curved figure playfully. Across from the 32 year old white wolf, a male panda of 26 spied Harriet as she leaned over the painted cement railing, her perky, DD breasts all but falling right out of the top of her dress. But Harriet had not seen him, so the panda made no attempt to make contact. Instead, he just watched in silent admiration, secretly ogling the substantial amount of cleavage he could see from within the shadows of his living room.

"What a magnificent view," Aron commented as he stepped out onto the balcony behind his mother.

"Isn't it," Harriet agreed, glancing out at the ocean.

But Aron was referring to a different view. Bent over, the white's sundress had slipped up over her rump, leaving her rear end entirely exposed. Aron had a perfect view of his mother's thick lips sandwiched between her succulent thighs, a sight which he wasted no time in exploiting.

Harriet giggled a little as she felt her son's gentle touch. The tips of his fingers pressed against her round cheeks and slowly spread outward, moving through her fur like tendrils. Gradually, the black's whole hands grasped Harriet's rump, squeezing playfully as the bulge in his pants pressed teasingly against her moist womanhood.

"Mmmmm," Harriet purred as she closed her eyes and allowed her body to be consumed by her rapidly rising arousal.

With fingers spread wide, black squeezed white's rear, kneading her flesh and tenderising her senses in preparation for the coming event. Directly opposite, the male panda watched from the corner of his eye. In an attempt to hide his voyeurism, he picked up a book and held it up so that it looked like he was reading.

Eventually, Aron knelt behind his mother and pressed his nose against her sex, breathing deeply to flood his nostrils with her scent. Harriet's juices coated her son's nose as passion and lust soaked his mind. Caught up in the moment, the curvaceous and busty white wolf leaned forward even more, shifting her legs apart to allow her lover better access. From over the top of his book, the panda watched wide eyed as Harriet's nipples slipped out of their confinement.

Shifting his hands down, Aron caressed the back of his mother's thighs, rubbing his thumbs firmly up and down between her legs. Reaching his tongue out, he pressed it flat against her wet folds and slowly dragged it back, pressing upward at the same time.

"A-AAH!!" Harriet moaned as her son's rough tongue sent shivers coursing through her body.

The panda watched in amazement as the white wolf gripped the cement railing, her claws scratching the paintwork. If she leans over any more she'll fall, he thought. But all he could do was watch, hypnotised by the pleasured expressions and noises the white wolf was making, along with her ample breasts hanging almost freely.

Again, Aron pressed his tongue between the petals of his mother's soaked flower. Her juices ran down his chin and his throat as he licked her skin time and time again. Each moan and each cry Harriet made was music to the teenager's ears. Her legs shivering in ecstasy in the grip of his hand was as tantalising to him as his tongue was to her.

Finally, Aron stood up behind Harriet and undid the front of his pants. With reckless abandon, the male wolf removed his hardened member and balls and then immediately pressed the tip of his manhood against his mother's thick, soaked folds. Harriet bit her lip in anticipation, her mind racing with excitement. Her eyes still closed, she slipped a dress strap from her shoulder and firmly grasped her breast, squeezing it as her son slid smoothly into her depths. Harriet's tail flicked from side to side, brushing against Aron's chest, as she moaned loudly, making the panda watching them blush as he succumbed to his own arousal.

Hilting his mother snugly, Aron leaned forward and slid his hands under her arms. He slipped the other dress strap off of her other shoulder and pulled the front of her already revealing dress completely down, fully exposing what little it now covered. Her breasts now completely liberated from their flimsy confinement, the white wolf half howled and half giggled as her son grasped and squeezed them.

Then Aron glanced up.

The panda's heart skipped a beat as his gaze met that of the black wolf. For a split second, he thought that the wolf would grow angry, shout, or even come around to the panda's own residence. But nothing of the sort happened and the moment passed. Then, to the panda's surprised, the black wolf's lip curled in a sly smile. Turning his attention back to the female, the black straightened up and lifted the white wolf's body, leaning her back against his own.

Aron massaged his mother's breasts firmly, squeezing and kneading them purposefully. He pinched her nipples lightly, tugging and wiggling them. Harriet moaned and whimpered, her voice echoing off the building's walls. The panda just stared, his hand stuffed down the front of his unzipped pants. The male wolf was putting his lover on display purposefully, actively giving the panda a free show.

"Stop teasing," Harriet begged.

Happily obliging to his mother's request, Aron pushed her forward once more and nudged her feet with his own. The attractive older woman shifted her feet further apart, spreading her legs wide as she leaned against the cement rail, her round, perky breasts hanging in the open air. With both hands planted hungrily upon Harriet's rear, her son slowly drew his hips back, pulling his hard shaft from her hot body until only his tip remained inside. Then, with a single powerful pushed, Aron drove his member deep, pushing it as far as he could in a second. The almost naked female wolf let out a loud moan, her claws scraping against the cement as she steadied her body.

Aron didn't wait for her to recover. Immediately, the male wolf pulled back and then drove his erection home once again. He did not pause that time, either. Each thrust was swiftly followed by another and another. Aron quickly picked up his pace, causing his mother's breasts to rock back and forth over the balcony's railing, her round arse cheeks rippling slightly each time her son's pelvis slammed against it. Harriet winced as her mind swam. Her body tingled with ecstasy as she moaned and whimpered. She struggled against the fuzziness of euphoria as her body coursed with waves of pleasure.

Soon Aron's shaft was coated with a thick layer of fluids from his mother's wet lips. He could feel himself quickly approaching climax and knew Harriet was not far behind. Gliding his hands up his mother's curved waist, under the sundress that now encompassing only her middle, Aron leaned forward to grasp at her breasts once more. The teenager wrapped his fingers around each, squeezing them firmly, possessively. As he pushed his cock into his mother's hot, snug body, he held her passionately, letting her know that she belonged to him alone.

"I-I'm coming. Aron!" Harriet declared as her body bowed and her mind succumbed to the white haze of bliss. Aron clamped his jaw onto his mother's shoulder for leverage and began to thrust faster. It took only a few seconds before he too climaxed, holding himself against Harriet's body so that his seed could spill into her depths. For several seconds, the male wolf held still, pleasure surging through him like electricity as hot, thick, white cream dripped onto the balcony in dollops. The panda, having a hard time believing his eyes, dropped the book he'd attempted to hide behind and reached for a box of tissues as he himself reached his climax.

"Mmmm. I could get used to this," Harriet mused as she basked in the afterglow.

Aron just smiled and rested his chin upon his mother's shoulder.

One week later

David knocked on the door and stepped back. He felt just a little nervous as he wasn't sure what kind of reception to expect.

"Oh, hello," Harriet smiled when she opened the door.

The panda stood and stared for a moment, stunned by the sight. Harriet was wearing a pair of black lace panties and a flimsy, sheer, white negligee that was clearly not intended to hide any part of a woman's anatomy.

"Something I can do for you?" Harriet asked after a moment's silence. She didn't appear to be bothered by the panda's staring but obviously didn't want to stand around all day.

Tearing his sight from her breasts, David looked up at the female wolf's pale blue eyes and replied, "I'm David. I, uh, noticed you were new to the building and thought I'd come and introduce myself, welcome you to the... building."

"Oh! Won't you come in?" Harriet stepped aside to allow the panda entrance.

Inside, several large pieces of furniture and multiple boxes littered the floor, appearing to have been placed randomly. Near the opposite side of the room, the black wolf was busy rummaging through one of the larger boxes. After pulling out what appeared to be a base for some other object, he stood and turned to greet their guest.

David hesitated for a fraction of a second, fearing a possible confrontation. But when Aron showed no sign of aggression, the panda relaxed.

"I'm Harriet," Harriet introduced herself as she closed the door. "And this is my son, Aron."

"Son?!"