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Karen woke with a stiff neck and quietly groaned starting to stir from her slumber. Falling asleep had been difficult enough with all this new found strife and barely having her head on the pillow didn't help. She looked down to her son who for the moment looked oblivious and innocent to it all. Nate clung to her with two loose fists full of white fur but was otherwise sleeping soundly. He was snuggly held in her arms at least physically protected by his mom. Karen shifted looking up to a distant alarm clock that read half an hour to seven, just enough time to get up. She looked down at him again and gently pet him over his back for a few moments. Despite how much she wanted to stay with Nate at least until he woke up, Karen had to get ready for work to continue being the bread winner for the family. With a great deal of hesitation she edged away from her son, carefully unwrapping his grasp. A few more slides and her feet were securely planted on the ground as the cooler air made the wolf shiver and rub her hands together to warm back up. After giving a double check on her son to make sure he was fine Karen lightly tred across the carpet and retrieved her nightgown at the end of the bed.

The crumpled fabric did have a few droplets of dried blood much to her disdain, but she really did a number on him. Folding it up in her arms, she quietly opened and closed the door entering the hallway. Everything outside in the hallway was still and quiet, save for a ticking clock downstairs. If the troubled thief from last night even dared to come back there would be no mercy. Taking a deep breath, she went over to the bathroom door and disposed of the stained clothing into the hamper before heading in the tiled room. Once in the bathroom, she dug through a drawer for a brush and combed over her fur a good ten minutes making sure it was tidy in the mirror. There wouldn't be enough time to shower and dry off, not that she needed another one after the night before. The she wolf then dressed herself taking care of details in a hurry. Karen hurried downstairs and ate a quick simple breakfast before writing a little note for Nate and sticking it on the fridge.

It was something she would normally do whenever he was left at home alone for most of the day, and today could be no different. The clock read that there were a few spare minutes before she had leave, which gave the mother enough time to see if any real damage was done in the living room during the night. Turning the corner, there wasn't any damage done at first glance. Everything seemed- *Crunch*. Retracting her footpaw, Karen looked down to see the back of a small picture frame, one metal corner split open and bent. Bending down the frame was overturned to reveal the glass to be cracked in several placed but otherwise still intact. Slipping the photo out from the frame, it was revealed to be an old family photo. Glancing over to a clock, she shoved the picture into her pocket. It was almost time to leave. She returned back upstairs to Nate's room peeping in through the door. The raccoon was still asleep as she quietly walked over to him and kissed him on the nose.

"I love you," she whispered even though he didn't stir. He looked so peaceful just laying there as if last night was merely a bad dream. She gently pet over his cheek with her thumb, flattening out the grey fur. Knowing that she would be back home later gave her a little bit of hope, but the time away from him would be bad enough. Giving a slight grin, Karen silently padded back out to the hall closing the door behind her. She quickly made her way downstairs grabbing a set of keys and her purse before going through the main hall to the front door. The steady clacking of her one inch heels made a rhythmic noise. Hand on the knob, she figured out why the intruder so easily entered unnoticed. The front door was left unlocked from yesterday. They had probably forgotten to lock it after coming home from the park, and being enraptured in so much fun it was just an honest mistake. A disgruntled sigh was given at how easily the break in could have been prevented.

Taking her first steps outside, she found herself in a very cloudy morning sunrise that gave little promise of sunshine later. She closed the door the best she could without slamming it before hurrying out to the van. The ride to work was mundane as it always was going into town. She parked in the employee section and then checked in through the lobby with a key card before heading to the elevator. Her elevator was quiet and calm as it moved up to the third floor. A ding was produced upon arrival as the doors opened and the white wolf exited allowing others to crowd in.

Karen weaved around the floor to her office space, wanting to be a little secluded for a while. As she sat down in her office chair, a crinkle was heard in her pocket. Sitting back up briefly Karen fished through the pocket. She pulled out the small photo of her, Harold, and Nate taken maybe five or six years ago. It was the only picture that he was in that Karen hadn't torn apart and thrown away. All three were happily smiling their pearly white teeth to a photographer whose name she could not remember for a good group of family pictures. Harold had all his facial fur neatly combed while wearing a collared shirt with a sweater vest. Karen had on a blue dress and remembered taking great tedious precautions in combing smooth the unruly tufts of chest fur. A sapphire necklace which she hadn't worn since three years ago adorned her neck beautifully, even the chain was the same color as her eyes. Nate could care less what was worn in the photo, his face was lit up bright and cheery sandwiched between his parents. It was probably the last time he had an expression like that since the divorce. The whole fighting, splitting up, and discussion of why it all happened really stunted his childhood into the real world too prematurely.

That was back when the emotional side of Nate's innocence had been taken, and just a few days ago she single handedly took the physical side by seducing him. 'But he didn't tell me to stop,' she thought trying to justify her actions only feeling more guilty. Karen could clearly remember when she started having a lust for her own son. The wolf smiled to herself at how naive she felt then about the whole thing. It began less then three months ago in March. The office chair squeaked as she leaned back reminiscing the day that recreated that vital spark in her life.

Karen's Flashback*

Laundry wasn't supposed to be fun, but it really took a different turn that day. Spring break had just ended and Nate was back at school while Karen found herself at home alone. Steady paw steps maneuvered down the stairs before taking a sharp turn. A quiet hum was being tuned along the hallway synchronized with the swishing of a white furred tail until the destination was reached. The laundry hamper full of clothes from the past week was turned upside down and emptied next to the washer. The same small tune was hummed as it was all sorted before the first group of clothes were thrown in. Socks, shirts, pants, not necessarily in that order. The white wolf stopped down and picked up the last item, a pair of Nate's underwear. Karen's mind was elsewhere at the moment, but her nose sensed dust in the area sending an immediate reaction. Feeling the sneeze approach, she naturally covered her nose and mouth. A loud 'Achoo!' echoed throughout the house before returning from near silence. Karen took a deep breath before opening her eyes only to stare surprised.

Her sneeze was covered as it should have been, but Nate's underwear received the blow covering half of her face. Exhaling, she immediately picked up on his scent and felt a quick rush. It wasn't bad like regular body odor, but pleasant and nice. She immediately jerked them away picturing what Nate would do if he had seen her; looking up at her with confusion, but at the same time always wanting her to be happy. He wasn't even a teenager yet so his musky scent would remain very subtle or practically invisible to everyone's nose, but here it was more concentrated around the more intimate regions than normal. Her brain on cue sent chemical messages throughout the body, even though it was clearly not her time of the month to be so sensitive. Karen's heart started picking up speed as a dull warmth began in her lower midsection. It had been a long time since the single mother felt like a little school girl who saw a cute guy. She shook her head but could still clearly feel her heart thumping with excitement.

"I'm just having a long day," she gave a nervous gulp staring at the underwear that her hands couldn't seem to let go of. Her mind wandered off imagining him taking them off after a long day playing outside when the smell would be at its strongest, his smaller thumbs hooking around the waistband pulling down so slowly and innocently. "Oh for heaven's sake he's my own son!" the wolf scolded herself seeing her hands lightly trembling with the cotton fabric. The warmth continued growing below without her permission creating a conflict inside of her. The last time she had a good round of messing around in the bed was a very long time ago, let alone any form of romance. Nate was a mama's boy at heart and he was just starting to grow up into a man. But he was also her impressionable son, and if he found out- 'If he ever found out,' she thought changing her mind. Work was only for Monday through Thursday, and whenever she could take a half day he would never know, even Friday was almost always a day off. The washer began its cycle making the wolf jump before slamming the top down. She paused one more second before reaching a conclusion. Grabbing the hamper bag with the other hand, a lusty smile formed on her face as she bolted out of the laundry room.

Karen raced upstairs and hung the hamper back in its wooden stand before heading to his room. Her shirt and bra were soon disposed of on the floor resulting in a bit if static electricity. The wolf then approached the head of his bed where the pillows were neatly placed. Falling back on his bed, she adjusted her position and propped her head on a pillow. Her heart was thundering from the new buzz of excitement as she unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them. Tugging down just enough, the cooler air made contact with her hot sex making her shiver briefly. Nate's garment was draped over her muzzle to ensure his scent wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. She didn't waste time as a hand went down south to her moist nether region stimulating the sensitive labia. Her other hand cupped her left breast as fingers rolled and toyed with its black nipple that starkly contrasted with her mostly snow white fur. Whines were wantonly given as her utterly ignored body craved for the ministrations to continue.

The muscular walls clamped readily down on her fingers as they generously probed the lubricated entrance. Karen's mind kept returning to her son though when trying to fantasize about something, which oddly enough increased her arousal. Maybe it was because his scent that had strongly intoxicated her olfactory coupled with her past years deprived intimacy. As the burning desire grew Karen gave in as her mind focused on her son. A finger brushed against her clit causing her her jump in her spot and moan all at once, in the process, allowing the underwear fall off nearby. Nate had his father's looks in an underdeveloped form that worked so neatly with his cute size. What made it all so perfect was that he actually truly loved and cared for her, something her ex never did but faked very well. Her fingers steadily teased her love button, already slick from having gone this far, while the other hand continued fondling her breast. She imagined Nate down there pleasuring her with his hands, probably embarrassed asking questions but so eager to please her. But if it made her happy, he would without a doubt want to help and go the extra mile to do it.

Her son is a gentleman after all. Her body writhed and shuddered climbing closer to a peak from thoughts alone with her little raccoon being at the center of them all. She briefly looked over to the open door, almost wanting him to walk through if he was home. Legs tensing, her hips gave a spasmodic thrust into the white furred hand, able to feel the pent up urge ready to break. Karen howled loudly pointing towards the ceiling as she hit the crest of her euphoric wave. She writhed on the bed barely able to keep her mouth shut so neighbors wouldn't have a chance to hear. The loud echo traveled through the empty house as it whimpered out upstairs. Breathing heavily, the spots popping along her vision started fading away as a hand clenched the bed sheets. Her fingers still wiggled inside drawing out the sensation as long as possible as her hip's weak thrusts slowed. "Oh Nate," she moaned out, eyes fluttering from a powerful climax she hadn't felt in so long. Looking over, his alarm clock read only five minutes past noon, plenty of time to clean up the heavy scent of sex that clouded the room.

Utterly drained, the wolf lay there panting with her tongue lolling out soaking up the afterglow as her chest rose and fell. The golden spot of fluff nearly glowed from the sunlight hitting it as the static kept it puffed out. 'He loves his mom,' she thought to herself knowing it was very true. Her only regret being that he wasn't right there sharing the moment with her in a slightly more appropriate manner. She drew a claw over an erect black nipple in a teasing manner as if to practice for him. A mother naturally loved her son, but it felt much more than that now. She desired Nate.

Back at home the day was just getting started, albeit, rather abruptly. Nate woke up and immediately grabbed the cover underneath his body not too sure what day it was. He opened his eyes, noticing he was still in his room on the bed naked. There was no sign of his mom anywhere as everything from last night came back to him. Pausing a few seconds, he calmed down remembering what she told him last night before he fell asleep. He turned his head to see the clock reading 8:02. It was kind of late for him to wake up even though it was a weekday. Moving his head back to rest, Nate stared at the ceiling for a while unsure of what to do. His mom wanted him to decide on continuing their newly found "happy" moments, but that was beside the point to him. She scared him so much by acting impulsively out of anger but he didn't know what triggered it to happen in the first place. Shaking his head in frustration, he hopped of the bed and left his room. Nate made his way over to the kitchen out of necessity for something to eat despite his stomach not telling him he was hungry.

He spotted a typical yellow note stuck on the fridge that his mom would normally leave just before leaving for work. Peeling it off he read the semi cursive words that made up her unique handwriting.

I'll be home quickly after work, there are leftovers in the fridge for lunch if you want them. Please do not worry, Love Mom.

There was a little heart drawn after 'Mom' hiding halfway under his thumb. Nate stuck the note back onto the fridge and went over to fetch a bowl from the cabinet. A simple bowl of cereal was prepared. He sat in the chair and downed the cold meal in a short amount of time before placing the dish into the dishwasher. Light paw steps could be heard as he returned to the stairwell only to pause peaking back to the living room. His mind went back to last night where his mom acted so violently.

Despite the whole scene, she didn't yell. He couldn't stand it when someone yelled angrily, especially if his teachers did it at school for any reason. The shouting when his parents were together especially upset him in more than one way. It limited him socially from inviting friends over and distanced him from every one else at school and his shy demeanor didn't make it any easier on himself, but it also put a tough emotional burden on him. All of it was a lot for a twelve year old to take in, but he managed when his dad left so long ago at a younger age.

Nate's Flashback*

It was almost four thirty, the time his dad came home from work, and Nate just finished eating a snack that his mom prepared for him. He remembered his mother acting distinctly different, very solemn and distant. The front door was soon heard being opened and Nate eagerly scooted his chair back before hopping down to rush in greeting his dad.

"Dad is home!" Nate squealed cheerfully only to feel a firm hand stop him in his tracks.

"Hon, please go to your room. Your father and I need to talk alone," his mom had a hard expression on her face and the grip on his shoulder was tighter than normal. Nate folded his ears back but nodded and ran off to the stairs and up to his room, barely catching a glimpse of his dad walking in while loosening his tie before treading to the kitchen. The older coon had a suave smirk written over his face before smoothing down his facial fur regaining his composure. Closing the door behind him quietly the young raccoon looked over his neat room noticing the stillness, and heard the gentle hum of the AC working in rhythm. This time being sent to his room felt different, his mom's voice sounded very grave.

For a nine year old kid, voices like that always spelled trouble. But Nate knew that he didn't do anything wrong which most likely meant they would argue any minute. He sat on the edge of his bed contemplating the situation until he heard the yelling from downstairs begin. His ears folded back as he tensed up in an effort to physically ride out the problem, knowing all too well how long the arguments could last. Doors were slammed as plenty of inappropriate words were shouted back and forth. A while later Nate's body was resembling that of the fetal position as he sat down beside his bed. All of it made him sick to the stomach. A final slam that proved to be the front door caught his attention. Ears perked in the air as the start of an engine made him stand up to look outside the window. Outside, his dad's car could be seen pulling out of the driveway before it drove down the road never to be seen again. He simply stood by the window unsure how to process the meaning of his dad leaving all of a sudden.

The next few minutes were fuzzy from disbelief in what he saw, but what happened next was burned forever in his memory. Nate heard his mother cry for a long time in her room. He began to worry and left the safety of his bedroom to check on her. Carefully opening his bedroom door, he peaked out into the hallway before tip toeing to his parents door. He shook involuntarily as a chill ran up his spine slowing his progress and messing up what little composure he had. Approaching her door, the sobbing could clearly be heard coming from the other side. Nate knocked twice before hearing the noises quiet down. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and walked in. Her back was turned to him as he heard sniffling noises and occasional whimpers. Quietly he walked across the room around the bed next to his mom, hoping that if she saw him, she would tell him what happened. A snow white hand covered her eyes as the other hung over the bedside, palm appeared wet from crying.

"Mom don't cry," he murmured grasping her free hand with both of his. She looked up at him, surprised he was even there, revealing a pair of reddened eyes and two small wet patches of fur on her face. He didn't want to cry in front of his mother, that would only make things worse on her, but seeing her like this made it difficult not to. She sat up and wiped over her eyes again with an arm and patted the space next to her. Nate rested her hand down as if it were glass and climbed up beside her. He barely even landed on the bed before she embraced him in a big hug, the top of his head bumping the underside of her jaws. She quietly wept holding him while swaying gently as if she was the one comforting him. Nate's nose was pressed deeply against her golden patch of fur as he had a good view of her neck. Hugging back, he snuggled closer as she laid back down with him. They remained that way for a while until his mother finally spoke up.

"Nate, please promise that you will never leave me," she said in a quavering voice that barely resembled her natural one.

"I promise," he responded a little muffled trying to pat her back. His mother's crying had calmed down as she cradled him possessively, as if he would leave as well. Nate couldn't recall how long they stayed like that, but it was at least a week before his mom started returning to her old self again.

Nate smoothed out the covers and made his mother's bed as he finished the little trip down memory lane. Straightening out the last pillow, he went to his room where the first special memory a few days ago began. His room was mostly organized as he walked over the clean carpet to the wall where he slid down first seeing his mom on his bed pleasuring herself. Ever since that first exploratory moment, she showed him a lot of things that made him feel really good. He could easily recall the funny feeling that made his heart thump so rappidly, something he would have never experienced without her. Her body was very pretty to him, especially the finely brushed white fur. Looking down, his young untrained body reacted to his thoughts automatically as the tip of his member poked out of his sheath. Nate didn't reach down to please himself. Somehow it felt wrong to do so without his mom around. After all the strong feelings he felt only happened when she was around, and the only one who comforted him was his mother.

He smiled faintly at the warm soothing effect that was created whenever she was near him, especially the past week. Giving himself a sort of self hug to try and replicate the same feelings, he felt fur on fur and fully realized he hadn't dressed yet. Surprised and a little embarrassed, the raccoon hurried over to his closet and put on a simple outfit. He then stood in the middle of his room only to feel a chilly loneliness that he hadn't had before from being at home alone. It made his thoughts return to what she asked him last night which in turn related to a bunch of other things.

'Why would she even ask that and then leave without saying anything?' he thought, his creative mind popping out scenarios. Moving towards his bed, he smoothed out the covers and sat on the edge, covering his face with his hands trying to think out all of the whys. The raccoon remained like this for quite a while until a disturbing thought sprouted from his mind. 'What if mom is going to leave me?' A feeling of dread overcame him hoping that assumption couldn't be true.

He knew it was unlikely but so was a complete stranger breaking in, and the fact that his mother of all people beat up the stranger by herself and sent him away was surprising to say the least. Nate loved his dad but that don't stop him from leaving either. Even though his mom explained the whole situation as to why he had to leave, it still remained a foreign thing to him. And as the years went by they grew much closer having only each other to turn to. His mother loved him, and he loved her, but from a child's point of view that's all he had to offer. Sure there were times when cleaning around the house and other miscellaneous chores would help his mom out, but she did everything else while working a job. Did this make him useless? Nate's eyes watered, but not a single tear fell, it obviously wouldn't help his case. His imagination was able to run wild for the next hour, thinking up plenty of conclusions to his mostly fabricated problems. Each problem resulted in a solution with his mom at the very center, making him want to be with her more than ever.

Nate finished wiping his eyes only to stare across his room watching the digital clock silently tick by, it wouldn't be too long before his mom arrived home from work. And pretty soon his ears perked up hearing a car door slam shut. Standing up, he bolted to the window seeing his mom leaving the blue van in the driveway before rushing downstairs.

Karen hurried to the side door that connected to the kitchen instead of the front door. She hastily brought out the key and unlocked it only to hesitate. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside closing the door behind. Karen set her stuff aside and looked up only to stop seeing her son across the kitchen. Nate stood at the other end with his arms by his side looking back at her. Karen simply remained where she was staring back at him.

'Will he still see me as his mother? Is he ball up his feelings and distance himself?' Plenty of thoughts including those whirred through her head as neither moved or said a word. Waiting long enough, Karen made the first move setting her things on the counter. "I'm home," she nearly whispered across the vast empty space to him with a tiny grin. When he still didn't move, the white wolf closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling more lonely than ever. A weight pressed against the wolf making her take a step back before opening her eyes. Looking down, Nate held her in a warm embrace.

"Don't leave me, I love you," he held onto her tightly looking up at her with watering eyes. She hugged back tightly not wanting to let go.

"I'm not going anywhere sweetie," Karen gave a bright smile that he wasn't angry with her. Her son buried his head into her shirt, comforted by her simply being there. The days ahead looked much brighter indeed.