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This story has strong incestuous themes and various sexual acts and fetishes are covered throughout. If you are uncomfortable or have objection to these themes please stop reading now! Otherwise, please read on and enjoy Cabin Break (2.0).

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Cabin Break

Chapter 2: Games of Chance

Gentle beams of sun broke through the window and curtains casting warm pools of light on the large double bed. The gently rising heat stirred Sara from her slumber and she felt a light tingle of satisfaction ripple through her body. She hadn't felt so relaxed in years; it were as if she had been carrying some great weight on her shoulders and somehow her actions of the previous night allowed it to fall from her without consequences.

Feeling energized, the white wolfess slipped out of her large bed and pulled her nightgown from her body with reckless abandon. Dumping the mass of silk cloth on the floor, Sara moved towards a large mirror built into the far wall of the bedroom, opening the bedroom curtains on the way. She took a moment to admire her naked body and felt a strong measure of pride in herself. She briefly considered the female Sam must have been looking at in his magazines and gave a wry smile, thinking that she must have been both fit and neatly contoured to come close to herself.

Her moment of vanity passed and Sara gathered one of her favourite swimsuits from the chest of drawers next to her. It was a purple unikini with red stripes and black splatter patterns across its form; it was a simple garment, two straps started at her shoulders and ran down her chest and back, connecting to a brief at the bottom that sat high on her hips and covered her groin and a little of her backside, but left most of her body exposed. She had bought it a year ago in an attempt to get back to using her pool again and though the purchase had rekindled her interest, she had only used this particular swimming costume once while she was alone. She slipped into the thin swimsuit and made sure she was covered; though so many thoughts played through her mind at how she might tease her son with such an outfit; her thoughts made a shiver of anticipation glide down her spine. She took a deep breath and settled herself again; though it had been some time since she had felt this way, she still had to bide her time.

As Sara turned to leave the room she noticed the clock and saw that it was barely even six A.M. She giggled quietly to herself and began to creep through the cabin so as not to disturb her son; Sara wondered if it was going to turn into a habit. She left the cabin quietly and made her way into the surrounding area, taking the time to stretch and gently exercise herself before she took a leisurely walk down the path to the lake.

Sara arrived at a small isolated part of the lake where she had swam two days previously, but something seemed different; now that she was here and her mind was more alert to her surroundings and felt somewhat uncomfortable with the place she had previously swam at. Even though the nearest cabin was more than three-quarters of a mile away she felt like the space was too open for what she wanted.

Taking her time she continued walking and explored other nearby areas. Within a few minutes Sara found what she was looking for - a secluded series of rocky outcrops that extended into the lake and formed a natural wall against anyone looking in from along the river bank or even out on the water. She looked back from where she had come and the cabin fell into view. Sara gave an excited grin and teased the straps of her unikini back, exposing her breasts to the world. She stood posing in the direction of the cabin for several minutes; part of her hoped Sam was awake and playing with the binoculars in his room. The thought that he might see her gave her a rush she hadn't expected, but she slowly reigned herself in, covering her breasts again and approached the water line.

As she entered the water Sara felt alive; its cold caress through her fur awakened her for a second time and she revelled in the energy she felt. She swam back and forth between the outcrops, occasionally stopping and pressing herself to their cold stone surfaces in erotic poses. She could feel life come back to her and it was a feeling she had missed for too long; Sara hoped deep inside that her son would share in her passion soon.

Feeling brave, Sara took a deep breath and dived under the glass-like sheet of water to play some more. She was caught by surprise at how deep the isolated part of the lake went and swam down as deep as she dared. She swam back against the rocky edge of the lake and lay against it slowly; a breath of bubbles escaped her mouth and when they cleared her vision something caught her eye.

Reaching out Sara grasped a large shining rock and pulled it towards her. She nearly gulped in water with surprise as the shape it was. It was by no means perfect but the shining volcanic rock she held in her paws resembled a phallus; not just any phallus either but one she had seen only hours before. Holding it tightly in her paw she swam back to the surface to breathe once more; she was a talented swimmer, but couldn't hold her breath forever.

As Sara broke the surface, she gasped heavily and realized she had stayed under longer than she had intended; her prize however made it seem worth it. With her breath back Sara dipped her head back beneath the water and looked more carefully at the black stone. Sure enough it was shaped like a phallus but to her mind no amount of chance or erosion could shape stone in such a fashion. It was perfectly smooth and curved almost like the real thing. Hardly believing her luck Sara swam to shore holding the large rock between her breasts with one paw.

Stepping out of the water and shaking herself down, Sara placed the rock at her feet while she tidied herself up. When she reached down for the stone again she brought it up to her chest height and observed it carefully. Sara wrapped her paws around the rock once more and let the feeling of the stone seep into her fingers as she began to stroke it curiously. Sure enough it felt smooth, almost like skin. Making a rapid decision, Sara sat down and laid back half in and out of the water. Guiding the rock slowly between her legs Sara grasped the crotch of her swimsuit with her other paw and pulled it aside. She breathed deeply as she considered what she was going to do next.

With only a moment's hesitation, Sara brushed the tip of the dark stone against her vagina lips. She gave a short buck from her hips and a deep gasp of shock as she felt the stone part her labia and slide against her clit. There was no roughness, only the cool smooth surface that she controlled in her grasp.

Sara gazed back into the forest, not wanting to think the moment could be taken from her. She thought back to the previous night and wondered how Sam's cock might have felt if she had chosen to mount him there and then. Feeling bold Sara pushed the rock a little further; the ridged intruder forcing its way inside her at her will. Sara let out a deep satisfied moan of content as she sank the stone another inch inside her. Not wanting to steal a hopeful moment of the future, she decided not to push the stone all the way inside her pussy, instead leaving that privilege for another.

Slowly but surely, Sara pleasured herself on the shore of the lake with the smooth stone, enjoying a brief respite from her tensions of the past. She worked it faster, though not enough to hurt herself; she began twisting and trying new angles with the phallic rock. She let out soft howls of pleasure as she moved her other paw back to her crotch and gently stroked her clit as she pistoned the few inches of stone she wanted in and out of her slit.

Several minutes passed until finally Sara squealed softly to herself and came hard over the stone and her paw. As she pulled the stone from her slit she could feel the cold water touch her insides and give her a gentle nudge back into reality. She sat for a moment and caught her breath as she gently brushed a paw over her wet fur. She enjoyed the sensation; it made her feel somehow more sensual out in this wild place that had no judgement on actions or status. She had deeply wished it had been her son's member that she had been directing, but for the moment and until she found her courage to confront him, it would do.

After recovering from her brief but most welcome orgasm; Sara made sure to clean her paws and the stone off properly. With a smile on her muzzle she straightened up her unikini and found a suitable hiding spot for the stone amid one of the rocky outcrops. She hoped to use it again sometime soon, perhaps with Sam as well. The thought of playing with a sex toy of any description with her son made her shiver with excitement and nervousness. Would he use it on her or take her while using it on her? Biting her lip Sara hugged herself and let her imagination run with the possibilities. After a few moments she took to the water again and tried to burn off some of her excess energy, taking occasional breaks between her informal laps before heading back to the cabin to rest properly in the sun light.

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Sam woke feeling tired and a little sore. He had the most wonderful dream; a beautiful female had come in the night and given him a wonderful blow-job. She had been good; really good, he only wished she had been real and not the creation of his imagination.

The young wolf got out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt and headed to the kitchen. Looking at the clock he realised it was late; almost ten-thirty. The cabin was quiet and there was no sign of his mother. Sam wandered through to the kitchen and prepared a light breakfast to take the edge off of his hunger. He sat in the main room and starred at the last few embers from the night before in the fireplace. The image of his mother lying stretched out on the couch with the light of the fire reflecting off of her nightgown flashed through his mind. He wondered why he never really noticed how attractive she was before; if she was younger and not his mother he'd consider wanting to be with her. Sam gave a soft snort of amusement and smiled; she didn't need to be younger she was perfect as she was. His mind raced with thoughts about his mother for several long minutes. Sam suddenly realized he'd been stroking himself as he thought about his mother and he was starting to get used to the idea of being that close to her.

It was a beautiful day outside; it was one of the few things Sam liked about the cabin. Even bad weather was good there. The sun was beating down on the mountainside; it would be a great day for sunbathing or swimming in the lake. He stepped out of the front door and stood on the veranda looking out over the landscape. He stretched and felt the suns rays warming his fur. Stepping off the veranda Sam walked on the soft grass around the cabin. A moment later the young wolf saw his mother lying on a sun lounger; he guessed she had been swimming that morning already. The wolfess was still wearing her bathing suit and looked to have dried off and had just taken a nap. He walked up to her quietly and looked over her body. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her in a bathing suit but she looked amazingly beautiful. Sam suddenly came back to his earlier thought and wondered why he hadn't noticed before.

She was wearing a deep purple unikini with two red stripes passing through the shoulder straps and black splattering at the bottom that he hadn't seen before. The simple swimsuit covered all the essentials, but only barely. He knelt beside her and wondered if he should touch her; he might wake her and what would she say if she woke up while he was touching her. He couldn't resist; the risks were worth it. The young wolf carefully pulled back one of the covers of his mother's breasts and tenderly cupped her warm flesh. He was surprised how firm yet soft it was to the touch. He had always though her bust was so shapely because of the bra's his mother wore. They were big, bigger than he had thought before; he suddenly realized she must be a D-cup; certainly nothing less than a C-cup. With a smile on his muzzle he began to firmly massage her breast which made her moan softly.

Sam stopped for a moment and thought about going further; it didn't take long for him to decide. The lounger was wide enough for him to sit on as well so he carefully straddled his mother and revealed her other breast; slowly he began firmly massaging her ample bust. Sara squirmed lightly under him and moaned deeply at his touch. Sam couldn't believe he was getting away with it. He leant down close and softly sucked and licked her nipples, which he got what seemed like a gentle moan of approval for his actions. With the greatest delicacy, Sam slowly removed his paws from his mother's breasts and slowly slid them down her firm body and found himself kissing down her tummy and licking lightly at her navel.

Sara moaned as she woke thinking she was in a dream, but quickly realized she was far from dreaming. The wolfess became aware she was being touched by familiar paws. Carefully she tipped her head down and half opened her eyes. She saw Sam softly caressing and licking at her body, this was what she had wanted, but she couldn't risk scaring him off right now. She'd say something later; for now she just wanted to enjoy what he was doing to her and see how far he would go. Closing her eyes and resting her head back again as she moaned softly while Sam continued his ministrations of her body; Sara felt needed and desired, a feeling she had almost forgotten. In response to his attention she lazily let one leg slide over the edge of the lounger to test him further.

Sam watched his mother carefully as her leg moved and dangled over the side of the lounger. The young wolf couldn't believe his luck; he'd have to at least have to look at what his mother had to offer. Quickly and carefully he got off the lounger and moved to the bottom and lay between his mother's legs. He softly rubbed her thighs and felt how firm they were, he remembered her telling him when he was little that she had been quite the athlete in her school and college years and had kept herself in good shape after he was born.

Inhaling deeply, his mother's scent filled his nostrils; she was clearly aroused even through she was sleeping. With careful paws, he moved the bottom of her unikini out of the way and was pleased with what he saw. Her pussy was soft fleshy pink and looked both tight and ready to be penetrated. He moved closer and inhaled deeply again. The scent was intoxicating; he suddenly had thoughts of mounting his mother and being her mate. He had to taste her and gingerly pushed his tongue to her slit then licked along her tight pussy lips. She moaned loudly and jerked softly, Sam knew he couldn't do much more without waking her so he took one last wild lick and ran his tongue from her anus to her clit. Her whole body tightened up as she squeaked loudly. Panicking from his mother's sudden moans and movements Sam quickly got up and ran back inside the cabin then to his bedroom where he dived back under the bed covers and pretended to still be asleep.

Sara was wide-awake now and tenderly stroked her fingers over where her son had been touching her body. She knew he was now thinking the same thing she had been, but she had to approach him carefully. She'd be more subtle if she could. Letting her thoughts track back to that last lick he had given to her; Sara smirked. He had licked her anus! She didn't know if he meant it intentionally or not but she liked the sensation. She had never tried anal before but she suddenly found the idea very appealing. She tenderly rubbed her anus and decided she would let her son try anal sex once they had both talked about their feelings and at a time of her choosing. After a few moments Sara tidied herself up and made herself more presentable then headed back into the cabin to fix an early lunch.

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"Hey sleepy head, lunch is ready." Sara called out.

Sam got out of bed and tried to pretend nothing had happened only twenty minutes earlier. "Ok Mom I'll be right out." He called back. The young wolf stepped out of his room and stretched as if he had just woken up and saw his mother laying out a cold meat lunch with salad. She looked up at him with a loving smile and wide eyes. "You're in a good mood this morning Mom."

She giggled to herself. "Yeah I've had a good morning." She lay out the last of the food and walked back into the kitchen.

Sam saw she was still wearing her unikini but with a towel tied about her waist. "I take it you were swimming then." He said.

"Yes, it was lovely; if you'd been up earlier you could have joined me if you wanted." She said with a smile. "I know you would have loved it. So did you have a good sleep?"

"Yeah I had a great sleep and..." He trailed off

"And?..." Sara asked.

"Nothing, just a good dream." Sam said quietly.

"Want to tell me about it Hun?" She asked, pretending not to have an idea what he was talking about.

"Nah, it wasn't anything important." Sam said rubbing his cheeks to hide the blush beginning to radiate under the fur on cheeks.

Sara pretended not to notice her son's discomfort. "Do you want to head into town today sweetie? I'm going to head in and get a few provisions for the next few days."

"No, no, I'll be okay here. I might do some drawing while you're away or maybe take a walk."

"Well if you go for a walk don't go too far and stay on the path, okay?"

"Alright Mom." He said before he started eating.

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Sara packed up her pick-up truck with the grocery shopping for next few days and started to drive out of the town and back to the cabin when a clothing store caught her eye. There were some nice things in the window and she decided she wanted something special for when she and Sam were more intimate.

Stopping and leaving her truck, Sara headed into the store and looked through the various clothing items they had and found a few nice dresses and some very revealing outfits. The wolfess giggled to herself knowing that she could shock Sam with some of the outfits they had for sale. She even considered playing on some of the fantasies she guessed he'd been having. Knowing she didn't have all the time in the world before it got dark, Sara made two outfit choices; they were expensive but she knew they would pay off in the long run if things went her way.

"Will that be all Miss?" The clerk asked.

"Yes for now." Sara replied

"Are you having a night out with someone special?" The clerk asked to be polite.

Sara paused for a moment then smiled; there was no way she'd tell the truth as to why she was getting these items, but a blurring of the truth would suffice. "Well I'm on vacation but I have someone special back home waiting for me." She said with a coy grin.

"He must be quite something if you're going to wear this one." The clerk giggled as she pointed to one of the outfits.

"Oh he's worth every penny and so much more." She said softly.

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Sam sat with his sketchbook on the veranda drawing girls in various sexy positions. He wanted to try everything now, tasting his mother's pussy had pushed him further than he imagined. Suddenly he had an idea for his next drawing; remembering the dream from the previous night. He had called out to an angel to stay with him. Gathering his thoughts, he started to draw the body with incredible accuracy, but he was stuck to think what she looked like. Sam remembered the Arctic vixen and how good she looked in his magazine, but he quickly put that thought aside as he thought of his mother and what he had done that morning. He made a few quick changes and drew the angel in his mother's visage.

The drawing was perfect; it looked exactly like his mother kneeling down and cupping her breasts with a very sensual look on her face. The only difference from his mother was the addition of a pair of large angel's wings. "She's so beautiful." Sam said to himself. "If only she knew what I wanted to do with her and how I feel." He signed the bottom of the picture and wrote next to it in small letters. My Angel; My Mother *. * He stared at the picture for a moment then whispered to himself, "I love you Mom." The sound of a familiar engine and crunching dirt and gravel alerted Sam to his mother driving up the dirt track; he quickly moved inside to hide his sketchbook then returned to give his mother some help unpacking the truck.

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It had been a good day; the two wolves had both been playing around before and after meals, joking with each other and making the occasional innocent insinuations, which they both pretended not to know what the other was referring to. After a while Sam had gone to bed early after helping clean up their late dinner and Sara stayed in her room trying on the clothes she had bought earlier.

The raven haired wolfess tried on a long white dress with leg length splits up both sides of the skirt and a very subtle image of flowers and a Chinese Dragon coiling round the dress, with matching high heel with leg straps that came up almost to her knees. It complimented her white fur beautifully as her legs were revealed as she moved. Smiling playfully, she knew Sam would love this one, she had noticed even when he was a young cub that he loved females who wore high heels and skirts. Arousal took hold as Sara imagined what her son would think of her in her various other outfits she might buy in the future.

Deciding she wanted a taste of Sam again Sara licked her lips as she gazed at herself in the mirror; Sam had tasted her and she had tasted him, but now she wanted more. She undressed herself and crept through the cabin naked; the clear moonlight illuminating her fur once again. She quietly snuck up the stairs and into his room, carefully opening the curtains so she could see a little better. As she turned back to her son something caught her eye. The corner of his sketchbook was sticking out from under a chest of drawers. She crouched by the drawers and pulled the sketchbook out as quietly as she could and carefully opened the cover, then began flicking through the pages. She stopped when she got to the pictures he'd drawn of various females posing in all manner of erotic poses. She hadn't thought of her son doing those kinds of drawings before today even though she had teased him about it, but now she knew how his imagination worked she could help fulfill his wildest fantasies. Then she turned the page and was stunned by what she saw. A beautiful picture of an angel, but she knew the angel was her even before reading what Sam had written. Turning her gaze to her son, Sara made her final decision; she was his now, there was no-one else who could picture her like that.

Laying the sketchbook on top of the drawers Sara got up and walked over to the bed then slowly pulled back the covers. She lightly smoothed her paws over Sam's body before crawling onto the bed and straddled him; careful not to wake him as she moved. Brushing her hair back and looking him over with tender eyes. "Your Angel's back tonight Sweetheart." She whispered then softly kissed his cheek. She would try not to wake him again, but if she did, she knew she was ready for him and only if he woke would she let him have his way with her.

Tenderly kissing and nuzzling her way down his body; Sara stopped to tease his nipples and navel as he had done to her earlier that morning. As she reached his boxers she slowly and gently pulled them down to his knees to reveal his slowly stiffening member. Slowly moving backwards then curling up at the foot of the bed; Sara started to firmly caress his member and balls, occasionally rubbing his inner thigh as she worked. The glowing wolfess started to softly suck and nibble on the tip of his cock, making him moan and breathe more heavily. In no time at all she had him rock hard and started to tenderly massage his cock in her delicate paws. As the first drops of pre-cum began to bead on his tip she began to lick and suck purposefully on his cock. Being a little more adventurous than the previous night she teasingly licked at the base of his shaft and his testicles; then she decided to try something that Sam had done by accident earlier. She gently lifted his balls to show his anus. Nervously she moved her muzzle forward desperate to try something new to her. Reaching out with her tongue she lightly licked at his anus, then slowly pushed more firmly making him moan softly in pleasure. Deciding that it wasn't so bad and that she'd go further with that when he was awake and wanting to be with her, she returned to sucking and masturbating her son. It wasn't long before his knot started to swell and his bucking started again.

Firmly gripping his knot, Sara massaged his swollen flesh and sucked firmly around his tip until he came hard in her mouth, bucking hard against her and almost making her gag as she tried to swallow his load. After she was satisfied that she had her fill, Sara crawled slowly back up her son's body and let her damp pussy lips slide over his cock. She wanted to wake him now, but she would let him come to it in his own time.

After several minutes of waiting she began sliding her pussy back and forth over his shaft several times, leaving a small amount of her own sexual juices on his hard flesh. When it was clear he still wouldn't wake Sara slowly got off the bed and pulled his boxers up then pulled the bed sheets back over him carefully. She walked quietly back to his sketchbook and stared at the picture of herself as an angel again soaking up all the attention Sam had spent on the drawing. She loved it and she would let him know that soon enough. She carefully slid the book back where she found it and looked out of the window and admired the landscape at night and wondered if maybe Sam would make love to her out there sometime soon.

"Is that you Angel?" Sara heard Sam's sleepy voice from the bed and turned to face him again; making sure the light was catching her fur just right as her tail twitched nervously.

"Yes sweetheart, it's me." She said in a quiet and husky voice.

"I love you Angel, will you make love to me soon?" He asked.

Sara slowly moved closer and realized that Sam was having another waking dream. She wouldn't force the issue while he was like this, she'd wait until he was wide-awake and surprise him. "Soon sweetheart, but for now just sleep. You'll need all your strength to love your Mommy..." She trailed off as she realized she had meant to say 'Angel.'

"I love my Mommy, my Angel, my lover in my dreams." He mumbled sleepily.

Sara couldn't believe he was confessing his love for her like this. She sat next to him again and kissed him softly then starred into his eyes. "Mommy loves you just the same Sweetie; I'll always be your Angel, your lover." She said purring in his ear and slowly placed one of his paws on her breast. He lazily caressed the firm mound of flesh in his paw before she removed his paw and laid it back across his chest. "Sleep now baby, Mommy wants you to make love to her soon." Sam moaned as she finished talking and kissed him once more then closed the curtains in his room again before leaving him to drift back to sleep.

Sara returned to her own room and lay back on her bed; thinking about the next few days. She would dedicate herself to her son forever as both lover and mate. She could feel her nerves though and the longer she waited she knew it would be harder to say anything. She decided to give herself another day to be absolutely certain of his feeling, though his drawing of her had already confirmed her wildest imaginings. Sara gave a long sigh, feeling both excited and nervous; she hadn't felt so alive in years and knew it was because she was in love. In love with her son.