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Cabin Break

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Chapter 4: The Ties That Bind

Growls and fussing rang through the cabin as Sara woke. From what she could tell of the occasionally loud curses ringing from her son's mouth, he was in some discomfort. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes she chuckled softly to herself, and felt some measure of Sam's discomfort. Their swimming at the waterfall the previous day had left their fur partly tangled and matted in places. Tugs in her own fur brought her increasing unease and even itching in some of the worst places.

She rose from her bed in some discomfort, then adjusted her black tank-top and panties before walking as normally as she could into the main room. Sam quickly came into her view; sitting on the large couch scratching his arms as he tried to pry some of the tangles in his fur apart. "Rough night Hun?" Sara said with a giggle.

Sam turned to her with the most convincing look of displeasure Sara had ever seen. His heavy scowl made her raise a paw to her muzzle to stifle her growing laughter. "You might say that." He grumbled. "Why didn't we take showers when we got back yesterday?"

Sara slowly padded over to her son with a gentle sway to her hips; Turning and sitting next to him as she made humming noises before finally speaking. "Well, you insisted you were clean and darted off to your room to do more drawing before dinner, then in the evening you just wanted to catch the rest of the sun before night fall."

Sam glowered at her then sighed, knowing she was speaking the truth. "Well why didn't you shower then?" He said as he noticed the same tangles and matting in his mother's fur.

The wolfess gave a shrug and a shake of her head. "I was feeling lazy, that's all." Sam quietly accepted her answer then returned to fiddling with his fur; trying to break the tangles. "Stop it." Sara said firmly. "I'll fix that for you shortly then you can fix mine. Have you eaten yet?"

The question caught Sam by surprise and he stopped fidgeting with his fur. "No, I only got up about twenty minutes ago."

"That's not like you. You normally fix yourself breakfast as soon as you're up." Sara said with a motherly smile, then got up and headed for the kitchen. "Must have had something to do with that midnight snack of yours."

Sam rolled his eyes then shook his head. His thoughts turned back to the previous night and he considered confronting his mother about what she was really up to. He weighed up the options for a few minutes and decided against it. His prying would only lead to his mother asking questions of her own and he had no answers he was willing to give just yet. He found himself content that his mother was joking about the subject and not dwelling on it in conversation, even though he guessed it would be in the back of her mind.

He stood up slowly then moved to the bay window and stared out over the grounds. Trying to resist scratching; Sam busied his mind with thoughts of drawings. He tried to focus on landscape or technical ideas, but almost as soon as he had something in his mind it was clouded over with his mother's involvement. First it was an idea for a landscape involving the lake and his mother filled a portion of the mental image by laying back in a sexy pose on some rocks. Next it was their pick-up truck, and Sam imagined his mother sprawled out on the flat bed of the truck. More thoughts raced through his mind until he heard her voice.

"Sam, breakfast's ready." She said, snapping her son from his train of thought.

Sam blinked and turned to face her. "Oh, sorry; I was day dreaming."

Sara nodded and smiled. "Well you're in the prefect place for that Hun."

A moment later Sam joined his mother at the table to eat his cereal; he had nearly finished eating by the time he spoke again. "So how are we going to fix our fur Mom? It's past being able to fix with a shower."

Sara smiled and finished eating then walked towards the bathroom. "Something we've not done in a long time Hun." Sam looked at her curiously as she disappeared into the bathroom then quickly reappeared with a large metal brush in her paws. "It's been years since we last did this together. I thought you might find it a nice way to relax and forget about your troubles for a little while.

His eyes fell on the brush and Sam winced; he had never been a huge fan of the body grooming brushes in the past. His father had occasionally used it a little too roughly on him when he had particularly strong tangles and his mother had once rushed his grooming before they left for a family gathering and pulled some fur from his back accidentally. He had his apprehensions and they showed as his ears lowered.

"What's wrong Sweetheart?" Sara said with a look of concern on her face.

Sam shuffled uncomfortably. "It's not my thing Mom; I wasn't keen on it years ago and I'm still not."

Sara sat beside him and gently laid a paw on his shoulder. "Do you want to tell me why?" Her tone was soft and reassuring.

Dipping his head, Sam spoke in a hushed voice. "You and Dad hurt me from time to time used those things; even grandma and grandpa couldn't brush my fur without giving a heavy tug and really hurting me."

Feeling somewhat sympathetic Sara lightly scratched her son's back. "I know how you feel Sam; it happened to me too when I was younger." She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear as she continued. "But I'll show you that it can be a nice experience. After all, we have all the time in the world here."

Sam looked at her and saw reassurance in her eyes, but was far from convinced. "I'm not sure." He grumbled.

Sara looked thoughtful and took his paw in hers, then held it up exposing his arm. "Close your eyes." She said softly taking the brush and gently laying its bristles against his fur. Sam shot his mother a questioning glare but stayed quiet as she gazed back. After a moment he did as he was told and waited for sharp tugs through his fur. "This won't hurt a bit." Sara purred softly.

The young wolf felt his mother gently pull on the brush and could feel the bristles move through the fur on his arm slowly. As his mother reached his wrist, she lifted the brush and laid it on a slightly different part of his arm and began again. She did this several times and when she finally hit a snag that stopped the brush moving, she lifted the brush again and worked to the edges of the tangled fur, teasing it apart slowly until she had the smooth natural pattern of his fur. Sam admitted to himself that it was somewhat relaxing and had felt calmed by the repetitive motions.

The young wolf felt his mother's breath on his neck before she spoke again in a whisper. "Open your eyes Sweetheart." Once again Sam did as he was told and turned his gaze to his mother as she sat back and smiled tenderly at him, while bringing the brush to her lap. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Looking at his arm Sam smiled seeing nothing had been pulled out of place and he felt as if he was partly himself again. "How long did that take?"

Sara grinned and batted her eyes at Sam as she spoke. "Twenty minutes." She purred. "You were almost in a trance; I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed." Sam looked at his mother, utterly dumbfounded; he couldn't believe so much time had passed for something so simple. Sara stood up and moved around her son, gently scratching his back as she stepped around him. "If you want to make a morning out of it, I'll tidy your fur up, then you can do mine."

Sam watched his mother as she strode back to her room with a gentle sway in her hips. "Yeah, sure! What do you need me to do?"

Sara looked back over her shoulder as she stood in the doorway of her room. "Grab a blanket and towel for yourself, and head outside; I'll be with you in a minute." Sam didn't argue. He cleared the dining table before heading to the linen closet and gathering a large blanket and a smaller towel. He wasn't sure exactly what his mother was up to, but it roused his curiosity.

Sam waited patiently outside in the gentle breeze until his mother joined him wearing only a dark grey cotton thong and matching sports bra. His eyes widened at the sight but he said nothing; hiding his arousal and sudden discomfort he felt in his groin. With swift movements; Sara looped her arm around her son's and began walking towards the cliff edge near the cabin. "Isn't this a little exposed?" Sam said quietly. Sara gave a quiet laugh and patted his arm reassuringly.

As they arrived at the spot Sara had chosen she finally spoke. "If anyone saw us Sam I'd be very surprised. None of the other cabins are in sight and only a few of the trails can see up this far." There was an unreserved confidence in her voice; so much so that Sam believed she was daring the world to watch them. Sara took the blanket from her son and laid it over the soft grass; she gestured for Sam to sit and as he did, she knelt behind him.

Feeling a small shiver of anticipation run through him; he didn't wait to be asked before he removed his t-shirt. Tossing his clothing to the side Sam quickly felt his mother's paws rest on his shoulders; she slowly trailed her fingertips down his back and along his flanks; receiving a few muscular twitches for her gentle touches. "Ticklish, Sweetheart?" Her words came as a honeyed purr that coated his imagination with nothing but suggestive thoughts.

"Maybe a little." He said with a dry cough to his words. "Do you want me to lie down?" He felt his mother's arms wrap around his waist and shoulders slowly as she spoke again.

"Would you rather lie down Hun? Whatever makes you most comfortable." Sara said softly into his ear as she gently ran her claws over his tummy and shoulder. Wordlessly and with wide eyes Sam reluctantly pulled away from his mother's embrace and lay flat on his stomach and used his towel as a make-shift pillow. It didn't take long before he began to feel the uncomfortable firmness in his crotch again.

Kneeling to his side Sara let her fingers trail over her son's back and legs, teasing small muscular tremors from him as she did. She smiled to herself and gently scratched the back of his neck then behind his ear. "Alright, let's see; where to start." She purred softly while retrieving the brush. Taking her time; Sara began to brush through the fur on his back; working in long slow strokes to stay as neat as possible and carefully tease his tangled fur apart. After a short while Sam felt his body fully relax; he murred quietly to himself as Sara worked and occasionally trailed her paw over his body; then stiffened as he felt his mother slowly part his legs. "Mom, what are you doing?" He asked sheepishly.

Sara rested her paw on the back of his thigh; her long black hair trailing over her son's body as she leaned closer. "I've got to brush out the inside of your legs too; just relax." Trying his best to ease his tension, Sam couldn't help but feel nervous at how close his mother was getting to his crotch, though the idea of her paws being that close to his cock fueled the firm ache in his groin.

Giving a loving smile to her son; Sara gently stroked then rubbed his shoulder pulling a soft sigh of relief from the younger wolf. She gave a quiet giggle then sat back and returned to brushing her son's legs. As she worked Sam gave occasional twitches, especially when the brush came close to his feet. In spite of his mild ticklishness, Sam once again found himself in a sleepy trance like state as his mother brushed his fur. Sara began to hum an old lullaby she knew as a child; a loving smile remaining on her muzzle as she worked.

It had taken almost an hour, but Sara had worked out everything she could from her son's fur. As she looked down at him sleeping; she let her finger tips glide over his soft fur. "You're so easy to please Sam." She whispered to herself. Trailing her fingers lower on his body, she brought her paw back to his open legs and cautiously slid her fingers up the inside of his shorts. Carefully she let her finger tips brush over his testicles and with a little stretch she lightly brushed the warm flesh of his member. Sara's smile became a sultry grin. "You were hard all this time?" She whispered. In her mind she considered carefully rolling him over and waking him with her paws firmly wrapped around his throbbing member. The thought was appealing to her and the temptation was great, but she shrugged it off as she removed her fingers from his shorts and instead opted for something more subtle as she laid the brush next to her and straddled her son's back. Leaning closer, she flicked her hair to one side and let it spill over his body as she spoke softly to her son. "Wake up Sweetheart."

Sam groaned contently as his mother's voice purred gently in his ears. Pulling his paws to his face; he rubbed his eyes clear of sleep, then became aware of his mother's breath on the back of his neck. Slowly, Sam turned onto his side and carefully raised a leg to both steady himself and hide his erection. As he turned he was surprised to find his mother on all fours straddling him. "Mom." Was all he managed to say as his eyes widened, unused to being in such a position.

"Your back, legs and arms are done Sweetheart. Do you want me to do your front too?" Sara purred softly and smiled.

Sam gulped heavily; his heart skipping a beat not only at his situation, but his mother's absolute calmness. "No, not yet; I've been sleeping, I think it's only fair that you should have a turn getting brushed."

Nodding in agreement Sara moved off of her son's prone form. "Up you get then." Sara giggled. Sam rolled back onto his front and pushed himself up onto his knees, and swiftly moved a paw to help cover his erection. He shuffled out of the way as his mother got in the right spot on the blanket. "No peeking Sam." She said, still with a hint of a giggle in her voice. Sam swallowed hard as he watched his mother remove her sports bra and tossed it to the side with her back to him. Sara felt a shiver of excitement pass through her before she covered her breasts with her arm then lay down on the blanket and finally stretched out. "Ready when you are Hun."

Sam reached out and picked up the brush; his excitement made him tremble and his breath shudder. Just as he brought the first bristles of the brush to his mother's fur she raised her head and spoke, making him jump slightly. "Just take your time and go slowly, okay? Just like I showed you."

Taking a deep breath then exhaling slowly to steady his nerves; Sam rested the brush on her back then replied. "I'll be fine. I promise I won't tug your fur out or hurt you." Though he couldn't see it, Sara smiled and rested her head back on the towel; content to let her son work the tangles out of her fur.

Just as his mother had showed him; Sam slowly began to brush his mother's fur. As she had done with him; Sam started on her back and sides carefully working through tangled fur. As he brushed he was amazed at just how soft his mother's fur really was. Several times, he let his paw brush over her body and enjoyed the simple sensation of her soft fur brushing against the pads of his paws. He let his mind wonder and thought back several years; he remembered the joy and happiness of his mother and the sorrow that followed with the loss of both his father almost five years ago and all of his grandparents over nine years. Throughout all the tragedies in their lives, Sam knew he had remained the constant light in his mother's life; the one beacon that she clung to that gave her both purpose and happiness. Sam smiled at the thought, that simply by existing he gave his mother a reason to be happy. She deserved happiness, Sam thought; for all the love and devotion in her, she had never asked for anything in return. All of her pride was in him and though he had on occasion been difficult, he had never stopped caring for her.

As Sam began to brush through his mother's tail he gazed over her and listened intently. Her breathing had become deep and regular; he smiled knowing that she had fallen asleep as he had done. Sam was glad that his mother suggested they spent the morning grooming; it really had become about bonding closer; that was what he had been taught as a cub, but a few accidents with tugging fur had put him off the idea of family grooming time. Now though, he was very keen on the idea; especially if it made his mother relax and allowed him to be close to her.

The young wolf had spent nearly forty minutes carefully brushing his mother's back, arms and tail, when a tremor of excitement ran through him as he prepared to brush her legs. Taking a moment to himself; Sam put the brush aside and leaned over prone form of his mother. He rested his paws either side of his her as he lowered his head and took slow, deep breaths; inhaling her natural scent. Closing his eyes he let her scent fill his senses and imagined what it might tell him about her that he didn't know.

Sam's mind raced as he imagined his mother's life laid out before him. As hazy images he saw his own birth and early years as a cub; he felt the power of his mother's emotions and the bond they shared. A moment later he saw his mother and her best friend Tanya playing with him as a young cub; he sensed their deep affection for each other and him as well as both of their protective natures when it regarded him. The image shifted again and he saw his mother at his father's grave; the image made tears well in his eyes but none fell as the sense of loss threatened to overpower him. Then he saw more familiar times from the recent past; times he had come home from school to see her waiting for him. Times of fun where they had played together. Times of peace where they had sat quietly in each other's arms and talked about nothing important. Times of great affection she had shown him just for being there for her; pride, hope and love filled his senses. Then he saw her naked and alone; something was different now and he knew what it was. The bond of love she had shared with his father; it wasn't gone, it just wasn't as strong anymore. As he fixated on the image of his mother standing alone, her surroundings began to shimmer and turn to water as a pair of great white angel wings sprouted from her back and wrapped around her. A moment later and a wind blew the feathers away to reveal his mother standing in a in a dress that moved and shimmered like the water; she smiled and held her paw out to him, beckoning him to join her.

Sam opened his eyes and quickly sat back on his knees. He blinked several times then focused on his mother lying in front of him. "Must be something in the water." He mumbled to himself. The last image of his mother in the water-like dress excited him and burned into his imagination. He began to wonder if it had been an angel in his dreams or the shimmer of water around a lady. The young wolf chuckled quietly to himself as he considered how much swimming his mother had done since they arrived at the site. She was no angel or mere lady, she was both; she was his Lady of the Lake.

The idea made him warm inside and the thought of telling her his nickname was Merlin and how she was the Lady of the Lake both amused and terrified him. He wondered if she'd ever understand, then he chuckled again; how would she understand if he told her how he really felt about her now? He gave a soft sigh then returned his attention to brushing the fur on his mother's legs.

Moving his position; Sam carefully lifted and parted his mother's well-toned legs and gently stroked them with his paws several times, enjoying the feel of her fur on his paw pads again. Being as gentle as he could, Sam teased the remaining tangles from his mother's fur. It took him another thirty minutes to finish, but by the time he was done, her entire coat was perfectly smooth and soft to the touch.

Laying the brush to the side of the blanket; Sam crouched behind his mother and gazed longingly between her legs. He wondered how she would feel if he told her he wanted to mate with her and fill the void she felt in her heart. He wondered if he would be adequate for her; then he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him and that if he ever said such a thing, she would scold him for thinking in such a way. If it did happen and turned out badly then he was still going to take one last memory after from the emotional roller coaster he had been on over the last few days.

Sara's eyes fluttered open; she had rested herself but not fallen asleep. Patiently she waited for Sam to tell her that he was done, but as the minutes dragged on she wondered what he was doing; then she felt his breath at her crotch. Curling her toes and lightly biting her bottom lip in anticipation; she felt him taking deep breaths, inhaling her scent again and wondered if he would cross the line with her. With the lightest touch, she felt his paws gently rest on her backside and then gently squeeze her rump. It took all of her effort not to moan or whisper his name as his fingers teased at the taught flesh beneath her fur. As his thumbs pushed a little firmer against her rump; she felt her buttocks part and through her thin undergarment she felt cool air caress both her tailhole and vagina. Slowly Sam removed a paw from her backside and delicately pulled the material covering her crotch to the side. She felt his breath again, stronger this time and full of intent; a moment later she felt his tongue slowly lick along her slit. Sara tightened her calf muscles and curled her toes tighter as she slowly reached forward and grasped pawfuls of grass while suppressing the urge to call her son's name with unbound passion. Again, her son's tongue licked at her slit, this time gently probing at her entrance which made her twitch. Sara mentally cursed herself, as the sudden reaction had made Sam begin to slowly release his grip on her backside and move the material of her underwear back into place. As Sam moved, she in turn uncurled her toes, relaxed her muscles and released the clumps of grass in her paws.

Slowly, Sam moved back to his mother's side and picked up the brush once more. Carefully he brushed down the centre of his mother's back again several times then put the brush aside once more. With a tender touch to her shoulder and a gentle shake; Sam believed he roused his mother, unaware that she had been awake for everything he had done. "Mom, I'm done; how do you feel?"

Rolling onto her side and covering her breasts with her arm, Sara smiled at Sam lovingly and gave a lazy nod. "Just wonderful Sweetheart." She purred before feigning a yawn. "You did a wonderful job; I feel so relaxed now." Her statement was only half true. If Sam had only brushed her she knew it would have been the case, but his last actions had brought her sexual tension to new levels and the nervous feeling in her stomach gripped her tighter than ever before.

The young wolf smiled and gently rubbed his mother's hip. "We'll have to do this again sometime, it was really nice."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Sara said with the hint of suggestion in her voice.

Sam gave her a loving but nervous smile. "What should we do now?" He said with a tremble in his words.

Still playing on her act of waking up she took a moment to think about what he said, then gave him a soft gaze and smiled. "Why don't you get dressed and take a little time for yourself." Sam looked at her confused as she started to speak again. "We both need some time to ourselves Honey. I don't want to crowd you after all."

Sam felt inwardly deflated; he wanted to be closer to her and make her feel wanted. He was about to say something but stayed quiet; instead he nodded and smiled as he stood up. "Do you need a paw?" He asked, offering his mother his paw to help her stand.

Sara smiled and shook her head. "I think I'll lie here for a little while longer. In any case I'm not really dressed for standing at the moment." Sam blushed and Sara giggled as she saw him turn away bashfully. "Go have some time for yourself. I'll call for you in a little while." Sam nodded then turned away. Only a few steps passed before Sara spoke again. "Sam." The young wolf stopped and turned to see his mother sitting upright still covering her chest with her arm and her long black hair catching lightly in the breeze. "Thank you." Sam hid a longing gaze at his mother and just smiled giving her simple nod before turning and heading back to the cabin.

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Hours passed. Sam had retreated to his room to draw some more while Sara changed her clothes and announced that she was taking a walk by the lake. Sam had appreciated the extra time alone and made sure to relieve himself of his extra stress. He had sat with his camera close at hand, working himself up further over the photos he had taken of his mother the previous day. He wished he had his computer nearby so he could see the full sized images, but made do with the small screen on his camera and his memory of the event.

When he finished, Sam carefully searched through the photos he had taken; then returned to drawing. This time he recreated the image of his mother from his mind; standing elegantly, wearing a shimmering water-like dress with feathers blowing around her. Completing the drawing he smiled and signed the work, then added a title to the bottom of the image - The Angel becomes the Lady of the Lake.

Turning his gaze to the window; he saw the sun nearing the horizon. Curious about what time it was he checked his watch and was surprised to see how late it was. Rising up from the desk in his room, Sam began to wander through the cabin, calling for his mother. When it was clear she hadn't returned, he became worried and decided to go and look for her.

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Sitting on one of the outcrops of rocks she had swam at previously; Sara gazed out over the lake with a tear in her eye. The wolfess had taken her time to escape from the constant presence of her son and hoped that the space would help put her mind and body at ease; she found no such peace. The longer Sara hid away from her son the worse she felt, but didn't feel compelled to return to the cabin.

Their grooming session had been everything she had wanted it to be, but in spite of both of their actions she still found herself unwilling to cross the line and openly tell her son how she felt about him. She had considered everything that might be holding her back; morals, the law, close friendships, her job, social rejection, but nothing made her feel uncomfortable with her choice. She just couldn't find the will to take the next step no matter how close she got to it. Sara wondered if she was still clinging to the thought of her husband - Ewan, but she knew she accepted that already and was ready to move on. Confusion filled her thoughts as she searched her mind and soul for a way to start a new chapter in her life. As Sara continued to gaze out over the glass-like lake, she suddenly had the feeling that she was being watched. Before she could turn to see who might be there; she heard her son's voice. "Mom, you okay?"

Sara's head snapped round to see Sam standing on the path. She gave a partial smile then wiped her eyes clear of tears. "I'm fine Sweetie, just a little confused that's all."

Climbing over the outcrop to reach his mother; Sam sat above and behind her then laid his paws on her shoulders. "You're not fine Mom, you wouldn't be crying if you were."

Sara sniffed back another tear as she spoke "I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind that's all."

Sam wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulders and gently nuzzled her cheek, making her sigh in relief. "Talk to me; what's bothering you?"

Gathering her thoughts; Sara decided to tell her son half of the truth. "I'm lonely Sam; I have been since your father died, but now I think I'm ready to move on, I'm just not sure if I should."

"Would it make you happy if you did?" Sam asked.

Sara gave a gentle nod. "I think so. I would change things for us as a family though."

Sam paused and thought about what she said. "Did you have someone in mind?"

Biting her lip Sara nodded. "I thought of two people, but I think I have one more who's right for both of us."

"Who were the two others?" the young wolf asked curiously.

Sara gave a weak laugh then sighed. "There's a guy I work with; a Clydesdale called Paddy. He's always been very sweet to me and I like him, but I don't think we're right for each other."

Sam nodded and hugged his mother a little tighter. "Who's the other?"

"Tanya." She sighed softly.

Sam chuckled softly. "Honestly Mom, I thought you two were going to get together a few years after Dad died."

Sara blinked then turned to look at her son, breaking his hug. "You wouldn't have minded?"

Sam shook his head. "You two seem right for each other and I thought it would be nice to have my surrogate sister as part of the family."

A smile broke across Sara's muzzle that made Sam's spirit soar. "I never knew you were so open to such things."

Sam smiled back at his mother. "If you love someone I don't see the problem."

Wiping more tears from her eyes Sara gave a soft laugh. "I do love her very much and I know she cares very deeply for both of us."

"Then why not Tanya?"

Sara sighed again. "Don't think ill of me for this Sam." The young wolf raised an eyebrow at her words but made no remark on them. "If I do hook up with the person I want; I don't think they'd mind Tanya being part of the family, in time."

As her words turned in his head; Sam considered what she meant and who she was talking about. While he was sure his mother was talking about himself, he knew there was still much of his mother's work life and friendships he didn't know about. Choosing his words carefully; he reached forward and hugged his mother again, whispering into her ear. "So long as you love them and they love you back, I don't see any problem Mom; just tell them soon."

Feeling a weight lift from her chest; Sara wrapped her arms around her son and held him tight against her. "Thank you." She whispered. "You won't be disappointed."

With a gentle squeeze Sam held his mother tightly then slowly let her slide out of his arms as she sat back. "I know; everything will work out for the best Mom." They both shared a loving smile before Sam stood and offered his mother his paw. "We should probably head back; it's almost dinner and you didn't have lunch."

Sara chuckled. "No I didn't; we'll have to fix that." Taking her son's paw she stood and followed Sam as he guided her off the rocks and back to the path.

"Mom." Sam said softly. Sara gazed at him curiously. "Next time you're coming down here to swim, let me come with you."

Sara giggled and gripped her son's arm tightly. "No problem Sweetheart." Though she still had some nerves about their situation; Sara felt more at ease than she had in the last few days. The two wolves walked slowly back to their cabin holding each other's paws, neither one wanting to let go of the other's.

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All was still in the cabin. After having dinner the two wolves had sat in the main room and talked about little things; their favorite movies, events back home, and silly stories about their friends. With emotions running high, both wolves had decided to go to bed early, but sleep was far from Sara's mind.

The white wolfess lay naked on her bed with her hair spilling around her; gazing up at the ceiling, she let her finger tips gently stroke through the fur on her breast and over her nipples. She had seen the emotional fatigue on her son's face as he headed to bed and was certain he had fallen asleep within minutes of getting under his bed covers. She panted softly to herself, deciding whether or not to visit her son in his sleep again as her fingers slowly trailed lower on her body until she brushed the pad of her finger across her slit. Drawing a shuddering gasp; Sara imagined her son's thick shaft teasing her pussy lips open and gently prodding at her tight entrance.

"Just a little..." The whisper escaped her lips and was followed by a soft moan as she slowly buried two fingers into her warm wet slit. The wolfess writhed at her own touch, arching her back and pushing herself off of the bed with her feet as she drew her legs in closer. Her hips rolled involuntarily as the sensitive flesh of her vagina was teased and rubbed vigorously, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her body. With legs and tail twitching as she worked her fingers in and out of herself; Sara clenched her teeth to stop herself squealing out loud, then rolled onto her front she tried to finish herself off but found no release for her tension.

Burying her head in her pillow, she wanted to scream in frustration, but knew it would do her no good and only disturb Sam. After letting herself relax a little; Sara removed her fingers from her pussy and sat up on her knees; she barely had time to think before she felt her frustration building again. Groaning to herself, she got off her bed and stood on shaking legs, then carefully made her way to her son's bedroom.

Grasping the heavy wooden banister; Sara steadied herself as she ascended the stairs, being careful to avoid the creaky step they had both discovered on their first night at the cabin. As she reached the top of the stairs the white wolfess felt tired and strained. All she wanted was to feel her son's body against hers; the warmth, the beat of his heart, and his youthful strength. Carefully she opened his bedroom door, and nervously padded inside; the knot in her stomach was at its tightest but she moved on; her needs out weighing her nerves for once.

As she reached his bed she found Sam lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. She took a moment and gazed over him lovingly, then gently stroked his arm with her unsoiled paw. As she was about to pull the covers back from his bed, she saw Sam's sketchbook lying on top of his nightstand. Picking up the book and turning it into the moonlight, she flipped to the picture of herself as an angel once again and gave a dreamy smile. "If only it were so." She whispered to herself; then noticed that several pages below the one she gazed on had pressure marks at their edges. Turning the pages one at a time Sara smiled to see several rough sketches of nude females; Sara guessed that by their proportions they were all based off of herself. She smiled and mentally praised her son for being so imaginative with his poses, then she turned to the last page that had been worked on and gasped softly, holding a paw to her chest.

The image before her was beautifully rendered in pencil lines and shading. Once again, she stared at an image of herself, but this time, she stood in a dress that looked to be made of water; its plunging neckline, low sides and she guessed low back leaving little to the imagination. A long split ran up the skirt of the dress revealing her legs as she strode forward bare footed with several small metallic bracelets and anklets decorating the end of each of her limbs. Completing the image were a scattering of feathers that looked like they had been blown off of her. As she read the script at the bottom of the page; Sara nearly dropped the book. Quickly grasping the book with both paws before it fell, she read the title once more and smiled dreamily. Closing the book and returning it to the nightstand she purred softly to herself. "The Lady of the Lake, Huh?" Slowly she reached out and pulled the covers of her son's bed back, then crawled in behind him; covering herself once she was under the bed sheets as she carefully snuggled with her son.

Resting one arm on his pillow; she let her paw dangle above his head, her finger tips and claws lightly running through his hair as he slept. Reaching round Sam with her other arm; she gently laid her paw on his chest, then tenderly stroked his chest fur. Quietly at first but with growing volume; Sam began to make a soft and pleasant growling sound that put Sara at ease. Moving a little closer she felt her breasts brush against the fur of his naked back as she leaned in and lightly kissed her son's neck. As the minutes rolled on; Sara felt her son press back against her. Feeling a little bolder, she curled her body tightly behind his, spooning lovingly with him. Laying her head on his shoulder; she listened to his breathing and smiled, then pressed her paw gently against his chest, feeling his heartbeat ripple through her fingers.

The minutes rolled on and on as Sara lay contently with her son. As her confidence grew she began to whisper her unrequited love, her attraction to him, and the warmth and safety he made her feel. As her words grew bolder she huskily purred her passion into his ear and slowly trailed her paw down to his crotch. With the dexterity of a thief; Sara slid her paw into her son's boxer shorts and gently began to coax his shaft to its full hardness.

In the moments it took to rouse Sam's cock; Sara whispered more suggestions of what their love could become, and how willingly she would embrace it. When she was satisfied with how big his shaft had grown, she wrapped her paw around it, but barely made touched his flesh; only the lightest touch of her paw pads and gossamer caress of her fur made any contact with the young wolf's sensitive flesh as she imitated stroking his member.

Though Sam remained asleep, Sara could feel a tension building in his body. She began to whisper words of encouragement as her warm paw finally gripped his now ridged cock. Sara licked her lips in a moment of anticipation; then began a gentle stroking up and down his shaft. Sam gave a soft moan and Sara felt her heart begin to thunder in her chest with excitement. Part of her wanted Sam to wake up, but another wanted him to remain asleep.

Feeling her son tense further; Sara eased her grip and began gently rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb. With her change in motion, Sam twitched and whined softly as he slept. Surprised at just how heavy a sleeper her son was; Sara smiled and shook off a giggle as she realized how thankful she was that he didn't snore. As she moved her fingers around his sensitive flesh; Sara felt her paw being constricted in the space of his boxer shorts. Swiftly she removed her paw and opened the front of his shorts, then gently pulled his member through the gap. A moment later Sam's cock was back in her paw being lovingly stroked and teased. Sara felt the tightness build in his legs and knew he was close to his climax. With absolute care, she closed her paw around the tip of his shaft and rubbed his tip gently against her palm. A moment later Sam gave a soft, involuntary moan as his thick cum splashed all over his mother's paw. "Good boy." She purred quietly. Slowly she removed her paw from his still pulsing member and brought it to her mouth; inhaling the scent of his seed and letting its heady aroma fill her senses. Satisfied that she had got what she wanted; Sara licked her paw clean, savouring the salty sweet taste of her son's cum.

Turning her gaze to her son's alarm clock; Sara sighed as she saw the time. It was almost two A.M. and she still had to get some sleep. As she pulled the covers of the bed back and carefully moved away from her son, Sam rolled onto his back; his cock still exposed and leaking a little cum over his stomach and boxer shorts. Gazing over her son's body, Sara smiled and slowly straddled her son. She watched him with loving eyes, almost daring him to wake up and catch her. "No more pranks Sam." She whispered. "Only my deepest love." With a practiced slowness that she had learned from her previous nightly visits; Sara gently rubbed her wet slit along her son's cock, making her gasp and moan softly as she moved. After several long minutes, Sara decided to let Sam sleep in peace, covered with some of his cum and her scent. As her last act, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against Sam's, kissing him tenderly. "Good night my handsome wolf." Sara purred quietly then slowly got off of her son and out of his bed.

As she walked back to her own room Sara felt more confident; the nerves she felt were still there, but she knew how to work through them. Arriving in her bedroom, she grabbed her alarm clock and set it to wake her an hour earlier than she originally planned. "This is the day Sara." She said calmly to herself while forming a plan for the day ahead. Nothing would hold her back now; she was in love, and she drew a new strength from that, knowing it was her son who she wanted to spend her life with.

Stirring from his slumber; Sam blinked open his eyes that were still heavy with sleep. His senses were dull, but he caught a familiar scent in the air around him. "My Lady?" He mumbled quietly as he sat up and tried to focus on something. After a moment he lay back again and just breathed in the scent. "Mom." He moaned softly and fell back asleep with a smile on his muzzle.