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Cabin Break

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Chapter 7: A Path of Discovery

There was laughter in the trees as the two wolves walked paw-in-paw along the trail, talking about unimportant things that made them smile. A funny story from school or work, an interesting article that they had read, and a pleasing sight they had seen. With loving kisses and nuzzles they walked at a leisurely pace, keeping to no-one's time but their own.

As they reached the path that led to the waterfall, they took a moment to drop their backpacks and embraced in a loving hug. Sara's long skirt and hair fluttered in the breeze as she wrapped her arms around Sam's shoulders tightly. The younger wolf pulled her against him, his heart racing with hers as they leaned in close and kissed passionately. Sam's paws gently tugged at the soft elastic waistband of his mother's skirt and the underside of the midriff top she wore. "Not yet, Sweetheart," Sara panted as she broke their kiss. "We've got all afternoon to spend at the waterfall and enjoy it."

Sam growled teasingly and gripped his mother's backside firmly, making her squeak. "You can't tell me you're not wearing underwear and think I won't act on it."

Brushing her thigh firmly against his, Sara whispered, "Call it a lesson in delayed gratification." Sam scrunched his nose up at her with a silly, frustrated face. The wolfess giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. "Just be patient. You'll have your way with me soon enough."

Sam chuckled. "You make it sound like you're my prisoner."

Sara locked his eyes in her suggestive gaze. "Would you like that?" She purred. "Do you want to be the smuggler who caught a local girl that got too close to his cave of stolen goods?"

The idea was tempting but Sam shook his head. "How about you be my wonderful mother, and I'll be your loving son." Sara murred softly and wrapped her leg around his, as Sam's paw lowered and gripped her thigh, supporting her. "Let's start there and see where our imagination takes us."

"You did bring your camera, didn't you?" Sara asked.

Sam nodded. "Did you bring some of your clothes so you can give me a better show this time?"

Sara lowered her leg then bounced lightly on her toes with excitement. "I did. Your idea for an outdoor fashion show with an audience of one was inspiring. I wonder where it will lead."

"Hopefully to you wearing nothing and howling in joy." Sam growled.

Sara licked her lips hungrily as she stared back into her son's eyes. "Tell me more about how I'll be howling?"

He winked. "But that'll ruin the surprise."

Sara leaned in close and licked his nose, stroking a finger down her son's chest. "Naughty boy. Feel free to surprise me all you want when we get there." Stepping away, she picked up her backpack and strolled along the path to the waterfall. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Sam gazed at her before picking up his own backpack and following her on the path. Sara smiled at him before turning her head and continuing on. She felt she had outdone herself with the outfit. A long light-weight ivory coloured skirt with an elastic waistband that she had barely pulled up to her, and a peach midriff top that hugged her body tightly. She wore nothing else and even walked barefoot, something she hadn't done since her son was a small cub. The wolfess was impressed with her son's choice of clothing too, a pair of dark khaki shorts, a loose white t-shirt, and his grey trail-running shoes. Sara giggled to herself as she remembered standing in the doorway to Sam's former bedroom and watching him change before they left, making sure he also wore no underwear.

Catching up to his mother, Sam took her paw and gave it a gentle affectionate squeeze, which she returned. It was such a simple act of love, but both wolves felt similar small acts bringing them closer together. Sam felt joyful and important, two sentiments that had fallen far from his mind since his father had died. Sara's warmth and love positively radiated from her. For the first time in years she felt truly free and in love. She blushed and shyly looked away. Sam raised an eyebrow, then nudged his mother gently, giving her a questioning glance.

"What?" she asked coyly.

"Why so shy all of a sudden?"

The wolfess giggled. "Just remembering what it's like to fall in love with someone again." She gripped his paw and arm tightly, hanging on to him like he was the only thing in life that mattered. "I never thought I'd feel this way again."

Sam shook his head. "I knew you would feel it someday, Mom. I just never thought it would be a feeling we both shared."

Sara purred lovingly to her son as she nuzzled his cheek softly. "We've always loved each other as mother and son, Sam, but this is a different kind of love."

"I know."

They strolled slowly until they reached the waterfall enjoying the sights and sounds of the area. With the soft roar of falling water and gentle breeze rustling the trees, the wolves set down their backpacks and gazed lovingly at each other. Sara slowly gripped her skirt and pulled the material up past her knee and smiled, watching her son's eyes dart between her leg and her eyes. "So, how should we do this?" she purred in a sultry tone.

Reaching for his backpack, Sam removed his small camera and turned it on then started taking photos of his mother in rapid succession. Sara laughed then began posing freely, revealing to Sam for the first time just how limber she really was. The young wolf marvelled as she cart-wheeled, split-kicked and playfully danced around the trees. After a few minutes, Sara settled and began leisurely strolling around the area. Teasingly flicking her hair back, she stole longing glances at her son as he followed her.

Sitting on a large boulder, She beckoned Sam to join her. "Take a seat and rest, Hun. You'll want to keep your strength up."

Sam chuckled as he sat next to her and lightly ran his claws through the fur on her tail, making her shiver in excitement. "Does that mean you've got plans for me?"

She slid into his lap and lightly scratched his chest. "No more than you have for me, Handsome." Lovingly nuzzling her chest, Sam growled and began to tease one side of her top open. Sara gently stroked the back of his head and gave a sigh of content as he gently lapped and sucked at her exposed nipple. With slow grace, Sara shifted her position and straddled her son, her tail swaying behind her, stroking the soft grass. "Did you mean what you said earlier, Sam? Am I really a wonderful mother?"

Looking up into her gaze, Sam smiled and nodded. "Of course. You've always been there when I needed you the most, and you never turned me away because you were too busy."

Sara smiled sadly. "I wasn't always there for you though."

Squeezing her hip, Sam shook his head. "Not always, not for everything; but you were always there when I needed you to be, when everything was hard."

She stroked his cheek and sighed softly. "I'm just glad you were with me, Sam. You became my rock and my purpose when your father died."

Sam wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. "Do you still miss Dad?"

Sara blinked back a tear. "I do, but not as much now. Your father gave me the most wonderful life, even when things were hard and your grand-parents died. He loved me, guided me, and gave me a wonderful son. When he died, I lived my life for you and you only, now you've taken his place and filled my heart again." The wolves gave sorrowful sighs and held each other lovingly. "Do you still miss him?"

Sam nodded and nuzzled her neck. "I do, I miss the way we played, I miss his voice, but most of all; I think I miss how he made us a family."

"We're still a family, Sam." Sara said with a tremble in her voice.

"I know. I do miss Dad, but we've changed, we've moved on. We're a new family now, and I can't say Dad would approve."

With a half-hearted laugh, Sara nodded. "You're right, he wouldn't; but we came to this ourselves without him." After a deep breath, Sara found her confidence and stroked her son's cheek tenderly. "The thing is, Sam, I wouldn't change you for any other male in the world, even if it meant I could have your father back."

The young wolf sat back in surprise. "You really mean that, Mom?"

Sara nodded slowly, then lightly kissed her son. "Every word, I loved your father with all my heart while he was with us, but you filled the void when he was gone. Now we have something stronger than he and I had before. I don't know if I always wanted this, or if you did too, but I know this feels right and I will never give up on our family."

Sam gazed at her with deep concern for the first time since their relationship flowered. "Mom, do you want to have my cubs?"

A shy smile and half nod gave him half of his answer. "I do, and I know we should be careful, but I'm not in heat yet, so we still have time to enjoy ourselves before we have to take precautions."

Sam gulped. "Do... Do you think I'll be a good father?"

Sara smiled and stroked through his hair. "When the time's right, you'll be a wonderful father. All the good I saw in your father I see in you. We would have to tell our cub that you're their brother though."

Sam frowned. "A little unfair to make them think their father left them."

"Better that than the truth too early." Sara sighed. "It'll be difficult, Sam, but I think we'll manage. It'll be our secret that we share with them some day."

He raised an eyebrow. "You mean, some day we'd get them involved with us too?"

"Maybe." Sara purred softly. The thought of two sons or a son and a daughter to love both emotionally and physically made her warm inside. "But that's not happening yet and I hope we have a long time before it does."

Sam smiled, the thought of a younger sibling to teach about the world and protect was something that had always been in the back of his mind. The fact that the cub would be both his child and sibling didn't bother him in the slightest. "I'll do my best for them when it happens, Mom."

"I know you will, Sweetheart." She said, dreamily batting her eyes at him. "I think we're missing out on some fun right now though."

The young wolf grinned and pulled her top completely open, letting her breasts spill out of the material. He began to lick, nuzzle and bite at her breasts and nipples with all the fervour of youth he possessed. Sara moaned softly and reached under her skirt then pulled at his shorts. The two wolves shuffled for a moment until Sam's cock was free and in her tender grip. She stroked him slowly, teasing his tip with the pad of her thumb, which made him moan and growl in lust. "I want you, Mom."

Sara felt her heart thunder in her chest at his words. "I'd better make you nice and wet then."

"I want to do the same for you." Sam panted as she firmly squeezed his member.

Standing up while still holding his shaft, Sara nodded to the ground by the boulder. "Lie down. We can both enjoy this." Sam obeyed, sliding from the rock to the ground then lying back as his mother knelt over him with her rump to his head. Tossing her skirt over her back, Sam grinned as he saw her slit beginning to glisten with her own wetness. At the same time they began to pleasure each other; Sara's paw pumping his shaft as her mouth closed around his tip, her tongue mercilessly lapping and thrashing against his sensitive flesh. Sam quickly buried his muzzle against her slit as he began lapping and probing with his tongue, all the while his teeth teasing her moist folds.

Their moans and growls merged with the ripple of the breeze as they pleasured each other. Every grope of their paws, every lick from their tongues, and every moment they remained exposed to the wild world around them drove them on as their body's pleasure senses heightened. The sun could have set, but neither of the wolves would have cared, so long as they had each other.

Grasping the base of his shaft and testicles in one paw, Sara sat up and began furiously pumping her son's cock with the other. Sam growled as he twitched and bucked at his mother's rough treatment, revelling in the pleasure she was bringing him. Sara panted heavily as he continued to slide his tongue deep into her pussy. "Take your lady, Merlin. Take me!" Giving him a little more encouragement, she returned her mouth to his shaft. Taking almost his full length in her muzzle, she sucked on his member passionately, running his shaft along the ridges in her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down with increasing speed.

Sam whined softly at his mother's ministrations and firmly gripped her backside, parting her cheeks and leaving her slit and tailhole fully exposed. The cool breeze rushed over her exposed flesh making her shiver in excitement as Sam focused his attention on her clit. Sara felt her tailhole being lightly teased, and a warm, bright blush rose in her cheeks at the sensation. She had never tried anal play of any kind before. She suddenly remembered the day Sam had been touching her on the sun lounger and how his tongue had licked across her tight puckered tailhole. In her mind she desperately wanted to ask him to tongue her anus, but a nervousness bit at her thoughts. New things were all well and good, but this was uncharted territory for the wolfess.

Pulling back once more, Sara released her son's cock from her mouth with a deep gasp. She smiled when she looked down and saw his knot beginning to swell. Looking over her shoulder, she bit her lip and decided to try a discreet suggestion to make Sam aware of her intentions. Raising her tail as she moaned lovingly, Sara began to roll and buck her hips.

Sam pulled back from her vigorous motions and was about to ask what she was doing when he noticed her blatant invitation. He was uncertain if it was a test or just his mother displaying her openness to him. He knew he had licked her tailhole before, but now she kneeled over him, offering herself freely. Sam had heard stories from school about some of the senior girls and even some of the teachers who had allegedly indulged in rimming and anal sex. Moving his paws a little closer to her tight hole, Sam gripped her backside tightly and watched as her soft flesh gradually gave way to his motions. The young wolf wasn't surprised at how clean she was; his mother had always taken the deepest pride in her appearance. Sam kept his eyes on her tailhole and returned to licking her slit. She panted heavily then returned to sucking and pumping his shaft as he considered his next move.

Sam watched, enthralled with every roll and buck of his mother's hips as her tailhole stretched and relaxed while he kept his grip firmly on her backside. Finally, he decided she wasn't teasing him and with his saliva and her juices rolling off of his tongue, he ran it from her clit to her anus with a single long lick. Sara gasped and Sam felt her muscles clench in shock, but it only enticed him further. Again and again he licked from her slit to her tailhole until she grew used to the feeling of his wet tongue passing over such sensitive flesh. With one final lick, Sam pressed his tongue firmly to her anus, swirling and pulsing it against her virgin tailhole.

Sara sat up with a sharp gasp and quickly rolled off of him, fixing him with her passionate and lust filled eyes. Wide grins crossed both of their faces as Sara crawled back on top of her son and flicked her skirt out of the way as she sat over his lap facing him. "You're a bad wolf." Sara purred huskily.

"You're a naughty lady." Sam growled in return.

Sara laughed softly as she pressed her crotch to his and slid her pussy along his length. "I did this for you a few times before we mated, when I came to you at night."

"Did I...?"

The wolfess shook her head. "No, you didn't take me. If you had woken up, I would have let you though."

With a loving smile, Sam reached up and caressed her breasts. "You don't have to wait now though."

Sara stroked a finger down his chest playfully and gave him a coy smile. "I know." Arching her back and angling her hips, she let the tip of his cock penetrate her folds and sink into her depths with a deep longing sigh. "I'm so glad I have you, Sam."

A loving groan escaped Sam's lips as he felt his member sink into his mother's warm flesh. "I'm glad I have you too, Mom."

Just as his slowly swelling knot brushed her outer lips, a noise caught their attention. Voices. There were voices on the trail. There were voices on the trail and they were getting closer! With terror in their eyes, mother and son knew they could be caught at any moment. They glanced around with hurried jerks, looking for a place they might hide. Their eyes quickly fell upon the waterfall then sharply returned to each others. "Run!"

No sooner had they spoken, Sara was on her feet letting out a quiet groan as Sam's cock slipped from her slit. She turned on her heel and grabbed their bags as she sprinted for the side of the waterfall, desperate to find the hidden cave they had discovered only a few days earlier. Sam shot up to his feet and swiftly tucked his still-hard member into his shorts as he began to bolt for the cave. He ran with an awkward limp to start with but quickly caught up with her.

As they passed behind the great cascade of water, they heard the voices become clear. Sam froze and listened for a moment before daring to look out from the cave entrance. With the longest glance he dared to take, he saw two families enter the glade in which the waterfall resided. The first was a family of deer, an older male and female in their early forties, with two sons that Sam guessed to be in their early teens. The second family was more unusual; a male rabbit in his late thirties and a younger female gerbil. They had both a son and daughter who seemed to embody the physical aspect of both their parents. Unable to think about the curious cross-breed children, Sam followed the hidden path back into the cave.

"How many?" Sara whispered with panic fluttering in her voice.

"Eight." He huffed. "Four adults, four kids."

Sara nodded and hid their backpacks in a small nook at the back of the cave. "What a waste of a good time." She growled quietly to herself as Sam pressed himself into a broad natural alcove. Seeing him hide as she turned around, Sara joined her son, pressing alongside him as she peered out from their hiding place and kept an eye on the front of the cave. "Do you think they'll look back here?"

Sam shrugged and placed his paw on her hip. "Possibly, the kids could get anywhere and if the adults are adventurous, we're screwed."

Sara tried to stifle a soft giggle. "You were screwed just fine before they arrived." A growl in her ear let her know Sam was still willing to continue. "Not now, Sam it's too risky." With a sudden tug, Sara felt her skirt get pulled to her mid-thighs. "No, Sam! I told you." Reaching to pull her skirt up, she felt his cock press against her slit. She froze for a moment, her body still desiring what he was presenting her with. "Sam..."

"You told me when you booked this trip, it would be an adventure. Well what's an adventure without at least one big risk?" He growled soothingly as his tip brushed against her slit once more. "We came up here to enjoy ourselves and I don't want that ruined because of some sightseers."

Biting her lip, Sara pushed back against her son gently, feeling his shaft begin to slide back into her warm, wet slit. "I can't believe we're doing this. What if we get caught?"

Sam pressed a firm but gentle paw to his mother's back, making her arch into the cave wall as she pressed her lower body back against him. "What if we don't?"

His question made her quiver with excitement. She always liked the idea of being a risk taker in her sex life when she had been younger, but had put the thoughts aside when Sam had been born. Now she was pulled between her instinct to protect her son and herself, and the thrill that waited if she continued. She panted heavily as she felt Sam's length push deep inside her, his knot gently pressing against her labia once more. "Do it." She purred huskily. "Finish what we started."

Taking hold of her hips Sam began to thrust into her. His motions were slow and deliberate, teasing ever ounce of excitement from her as he moved. With each inward stroke he pressed Sara gently against the cave wall, her bare chest brushing the cold stone as she reached up and grasped the cold stone. He heard he whine softly as she looked over her shoulder at him. Fixing her gaze with his own, full of confidence and surety, she panted submissively.

With each thrust, Sara found it harder and harder not to moan or call out. Only Sam's deep soft growl kept her in check. She felt her legs twitching as he changed his angle of penetration and pushed in harder. She squealed softly as his knot stretched her pussy lips but never fully penetrated her. "You... You're going to make a mess of me." She panted.

"Be quiet." He growled quietly. "They'll hear you."

Sara visibly trembled at the sound of his voice. He was commanding her, and in her submissive state, she bit back her moans and whines. Sam had been right though, as Sara glanced out from the alcove she saw shadows cast against the stone and heard voices less than forty feet away. As her nervousness grew, the sound of rolling water seemed to fade leaving only the voices and their footsteps haunting her senses. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she let out another squeal as Sam pushed his knot into her.

"Mom, you're so wet right now." Sam whispered.

Tears filling her eyes, Sara was lost in her fear and excitement; she had never felt a rush like it before. Bucking back firmly against him, she rolled her hips and tightened her muscles around his thick shaft, making him growl heavily. They continued as the two families wandered around outside the cave, lovers' soft cries and moans of lust masked by the waterfall.

Feeling adventurous, Sara pulled herself forcibly off of her son's knot. The sudden action made Sam gasp as her tight pussy squeezed every inch of his swollen flesh. With an audible pop, Sam slipped free of her, only to have her guide him back into her slit. "Do it again." Sara purred huskily.

Grasping her backside firmly, Sam shoved his cock deep inside her once more, his knot forcing through her tightening pussy with a strength she hadn't expected. Sara yelped in surprise, she hadn't expected to be knotted again so quickly, nor did she expect the closeness of Sam's thumbs to her tailhole. They ground their crotches together fiercely, the walls of the natural alcove giving them all the surfaces they needed to push against each other while remaining so close. Sam growled in her ear, a fierce sound that made her whine softly in submissive response. She was in no doubt now that Sam was taking his role of Alpha male seriously.

As the lovers moved to the rhythm of their bodies, Sara bit her lip as Sam's paws squeezed and massaged her backside, all the while subtly pulling and stretching her tailhole. Pushing her backside back against him firmly, she panted. "Put your finger in my butt." Sam stopped and blinked several times as he continued to buck into his mother, uncertain if he had heard her correctly. "What are you waiting for? Put your finger in my ass!" Sara moaned with desperate desire.

Sam obliged. Firmly pushing his mother forward, he parted her butt cheeks and pressed his thumb against her puckered ring of flesh. He was pleased to feel it was still wet from their earlier activity. With gentle force, he pushed the top of his thumb into her sensitive flesh making her cry softly in pain and pleasure.

Sara winced. It wasn't as painful as she thought it would be, but the sensation still left her feeling a little sore. She moaned as Sam began to move his thumb back and forth. After a few moments she found herself relaxing and the tightness in her anus dissipated slowly as she got used to his motions. Even as she began to find the sensation enjoyable, there was a heat and mild soreness that remained and Sara knew she would remember what had happened here for most of the day because of it. With a firm push Sam began sliding his cock in and out of her again. The feelings of having both of her holes penetrated made her want to scream out in rapture, but instead she gritted her teeth as she huffed and moaned her approval.

Finding his rhythm, Sam looked down at his mother's backside and smiled as he decided to take things a little further. Licking his free thumb liberally, coating it with his saliva, he quickly returned it to her rump. He smeared his wet digit over her tailhole and Sara glanced back over her shoulder at him. "Do you want another?" He growled softly.

He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, but she still nodded. "Please..." She panted.

With all his concentration he gently teased her anus with the tip of his second thumb. He felt her tense up again but continued to lightly massage her tailhole. In seconds he felt her give way and the tip of his second thumb slipped inside of her. Sara gasped loudly. The heat in her anal muscles flared, but the motions of his thumbs eased her as he continued ploughing the depths of her slit with his cock. She knew she wasn't ready to take so much there, but she didn't want to back down; she wanted to face him while he did it.

Clawing at the wall in front of her, Sara pulled herself away from Sam's body, letting his cock slide out of her and his thumbs slide out of her rump. Sam stood there, uncertain about what to do; she had never pulled away from him before in such away. He wondered if her had hurt her and reached to touch her shoulder. Before he made contact with her, Sara spun around and pushed him firmly back against the wall. She panted heavily as she pushed her skirt off her legs then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Keep going."

Sam smiled and with a deep breath lifted his mother into his arms before pressing her back against the wall she had been leaning against. "No problem." He growled lovingly.

With swift dexterity, Sara wrapped her legs around his waist and guided her slit onto his cock once more. Sam wasted no time in grinding his full length back into her hot pussy. Sara moaned softly as his knot slipped inside her again; the repeated sensation becoming something she deeply desired. Their eyes locked; there was intensity between the two of them that could have cut glass. In that shared moment, they saw something of each other.

Sam felt his vision flicker and for the briefest moment he saw his mother clothed in a dress made of bronze scales that shimmered like water and reflected a myriad of rainbow colours. A simple gold and silver band inset with tiny diamonds crossed the middle of her forehead. Her paws and forearms were gloved in a material like her dress but decorated with fine silver and gold chains that bore a number of ancient charms, totems, and fetishes.

Sara felt dizzy for a moment and gazed at Sam, seeing him as the only clear thing in her vision. He was older, much older. He was taller and broader than she knew he was now, strong in body, even of temper, and gentle as a lover. He teased and caressed her body and the sound of a deep earthy rumble emanating from his chest as he growled seductively, made her quake with unbound desire and deepest love. He wore a heavy cloak lined with feral rabbit fur and a mass of raven feathers surrounding his neck and shoulders. He looked dark and powerful, yet she knew his heart and could see only his love and fierce dedication to his family.

They both blinked. Without a word the wolves knew they had both seen something and gripped each other tighter in their passion and understanding. As Sam's paws cradled her backside, he slid his middle fingers back to her tailhole and gently applied pressure to the tender flesh again. Sara held back a yelp of pain as she felt his finger begin to tease her back passage open once more. In spite of everything that was happening, she had expected him to be rougher with her and wondered if her earlier lessons had given him a deeper insight into pleasing her.

They continued to grind their groins together; each thrust of his cock and motion of his fingers met and responded with a squeeze of her inner muscles and firm embrace from her thighs. Their love and lust bonded them completely as they both began to pant heavily. Sara grabbed his head and kissed him deeply and passionately, moaning into the kiss. Their tongues duelled in their mouths as their hearts thundered and bodies collided again and again.

Sliding his fingers almost to the second joint, Sam pressed against her rectal walls, feeling his shaft slide in and out of her slit. He growled affectionately as they continued to kiss and pressed his chest firmly to her breasts. Sara held him as tight as she could, feeling more alive with each passing second, knowing that they could be moments away from discovery. Reluctantly she broke their kiss and drew a deep breath as Sam rolled his hips, causing his knot to rub constantly on her G-spot.

Sara buried her head against his shoulder and howled softly into the side of his neck. It was becoming too much for her, she had to call out, to scream, to yell, to cry out her love at the top of her lungs for the world to hear just how loved she was. Her need was suddenly curbed when the voices from outside became clearer and echoed inside the cave. They froze; their blood pumping hard in their ears and the rasping sounds of their heavy breathing was all they heard for a moment.

"Take a look at this, Liz." a male voice called. Seconds later it was followed by another.

"Oh wow, it's beautiful!" a female voice rang out. "I never thought these kinds of caves really existed."

Slowly, Sam removed his fingers from his mother's tailhole, making her wince. She had been getting used to the feeling and now felt empty inside. Following his lead, Sara lowered her legs and slowly guided Sam's cock out of her soaking pussy. Hearing footsteps coming closer, Sam chanced a look to see what was going on. He quickly returned to where he had been a second before and raised a paw, pointing a few feet to the side of his mother and whispered. "They're right there."

Closing her eyes, Sara carefully slid to her knees and risked a glance. The two older deer stood admiring the other side of the cave. Sara nearly gasped in surprize when she realized they were only five feet from them. She turned and glanced up at Sam to see him slowly moving his gaze between her and the two deer.

On an impulse, Sara leaned towards Sam's still hard cock and engulfed it in her mouth. The young wolf quickly covered his muzzle with one paw as his other grabbed the stone wall. He hadn't expected his mother to continue, and when he looked down at her, he watched her eyes dart from his to her side, her ears perked high and twitching at the slightest sound made that wasn't of their own making. Sam strained not to say anything, but in the end a low growl rumbled from him. "Leave."

"Did you say something?" The doe said in a raised voice.

Sam watched as the male leaned in closer to her and raised his own voice. "I can't hear you; it's too loud in here."

The doe spoke again, almost shouting. "I think we should go, the kids are getting restless." The male nodded in agreement, and without ever turning in their direction, they left as unremarkably as they had arrived.

Having heard the exchange, Sara let Sam's cock slip from her mouth as she stood up. Waiting for a minute to be sure the deer had gone, the two wolves then crept to the entrance of the cave and cautiously glanced out to see both families leaving the area.

"What is going on here?" Sara said in confusion.

Sam gazed back into the cave and looked thoughtful. "They couldn't hear us." He stepped into the main cave and closed his eyes. "Speak to me, Mom."

Sara turned and gave him a curious stare. "What are you thinking?"

Sam closed his eyes and just allowed himself to listen to everything around him. He could hear the waterfall, but it sounded distant, a low rumble at the edge of his hearing. He wondered how he had never noticed before. His mother's voice was crystal clear, and had little echo to it. "I hear you perfectly." He said with a smile. "They couldn't hear us because the waterfall was too loud for them."

Sara warily stepped closer to her son. "But why? Why can we hear each other and they couldn't?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know. Do you think there's something...?" he paused as he searched for the right words, "Do you think its magic?" He finally said with some scepticism.

Sara brushed her paw gently over the rocks near the mouth of the waterfall. "I'm not sure what I think about this place any more. It just feels like we should be here."

Sam placed his paw on her hip and eased her back against him. "I feel that too. If we're right, then we should finish what we started."

Reaching behind her and taking a hold of his cock, Sara grinned. "After all that, you still didn't cum and you're still hard as steel?"

Sam turned her round and growled softly as his paws gently stroked her breasts. "It was a stressful situation."

"I know." Sara purred. "Now that we're alone again why don't we de-stress properly then head back?"

Sam gave a small huff of disappointment. "No sexy fashion show then?"

Sara laughed. "I think we've already had quite the event for one day, don't you think?"

The young wolf chuckled. "I guess you're right."

Scratching behind his ear, Sara purred softly. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Pulling her tight Sam took a deep breath and growled affectionately at her. "I'll hold you to that." They both smiled lovingly at each other then kissed slowly and passionately, their tongues sliding and rolling around each other's as they embraced tightly. "Do you want me to take your ass?" Sam asked as he broke their kiss.

Sara shook her head. "I'm not ready for that yet. Two fingers are enough for now." Sam nodded, his ears dipping in disappointment. Smiling tenderly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and began to stroke his shaft with her free paw. "Anyway, you've still to finish me off."

Sam chuckled. "And what about me?"

Sara tightened her grip as she made a long slow stroke down his cock. "I'm working on it." She purred.

Sam slipped his paws to her backside and hoisted her up into his arms, making her wrap both arms around his shoulders and her legs coil around his waist. "So how are we going to finish this?" the young wolf asked softly.

Smiling slyly, Sara shot a quick glance over her shoulder. "Take me swimming."

Laughing softly, Sam nuzzled his mother's chest. "What would I do without you, Mom?"

The wolfess breathed deeply and seductively stroked a finger down his chest. "Let's hope we never have to find out."

The lovers nuzzled each other lovingly and shared a tender kiss then Sam grinned wildly and ran at the wall of tumbling water. Sara squealed as Sam jumped and carried her through the water, dive-bombing into the deep basin on the other side. Their voices were muffled as they hit the water, all the while they rolled and coiled around each other, weightless in their new surroundings as they began to strip what clothes remained off of each other.

Sara felt truly alive. Beneath the surface of the water, she felt her weariness from their love making and panic from the arrival of the two families ebb and slowly replaced with strength and vitality. Though she knew she needed to breath, Sara felt no hurry or stress as she held her breath. It was a comfortable sensation enhanced further by the closeness of her son.

The two wolves gazed at each other through the crystal clear water, and let their paws glide over each other. Casually swimming around his mother, Sam smiled as he pictured the image of her that had come to him earlier. As he passed a bright beam of light that pierced the water, he was certain he saw her in the same bronze, gold and silver dress as before. Then as quickly as his mind registered the vision, another light beam passed through the water and he saw her naked form again as she turned and swam towards him. The possibility entered the young wolf's mind that perhaps she was the Lady of the Lake. If that were possible then what was he?

Sam let out a short breath then began to swim to the surface. Before he emerged, Sara caught him in her embrace and kissed him softly. For a moment Sam felt light headed, but wasn't so desperately in need of air anymore. He paused and held his mother close, feeling her paws grip his member.

With a gentle stroke along his shaft Sara let out a subtle bubbly breath. Looking towards the edge of the basin, she pointed to an area that looked comfortable and had a steady gradient leading to the edge of the basin. Sam nodded and rose to the surface slowly as his need for air returned. Gasping heavily as he broke the surface, he quickly took his bearings and swam for the spot his mother had pointed out. Still beneath the water, Sara swam slowly after her son. As she reached the slope of stone, she brought herself upright and began to walk slowly up the gradient.

Turning to sit at the edge of the water line, Sam eased himself into a natural stone formation that seemed like a wide stone seat. Resting with his arms on two large rocks, the young wolf sat with water just reaching his chest. He shook his head and paws then brushed his claws through his hair. Finally he sat back and relaxed, waiting for his mother to join him.

With a ripple of the water a few feet in front of him, Sara began to emerge. With slow strides she walked towards him, her ears breaking water then her eyes, her muzzle, shoulders, then chest. It was so fluid an action that Sam simply stared on in amazement; he had never seen anything so sensual. He had expected her to gasp for air but the transition from water to air seemed not to bother her. She fixed him with a warm, loving stare, each step seeming to last a life time to the young wolf.

Standing over her son thigh deep in water that continued to run off her soft white fur and long black hair, she smiled tenderly and brushed her fingers through his hair. "Ready to finish what we started?"

Sam nodded and reached for her hips, guiding her into his lap. "Ready when you are, but what if someone else comes?"

"Then we hide again." She purred then let out a quiet giggle. "But please finish me off this time; I don't think I could stay on the edge that long again."

The wolves laughed happily with each other as their bodies came together once more. With the gentle push of her finger, Sara guided Sam's still throbbing member back into her warm pussy. She gave a soft moan as his girth stretched her open, every inch stealing a fresh tremble of desire in her body. Pressing firmly against her slit once more, Sara whined as his knot stretched her again. She took her time, savouring the sensation and nearly pushing herself over the edge in a single motion. They both gave a sigh of relief as Sam's full length finished sliding into Sara's warm depths.

Sara lightly stroked her son's cheek and watched him smile with utter contentment. "There's my boy." She purred. Sam leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, pulling her into his embrace as he gently bucked his shaft against her. With her tail wagging gently from side to side, she gently rocked her hips and arched her back as Sam gently stroked her body.

Grunting softly, Sam placed his feet against the rocks and pushed firmly into her. Sara gasped suddenly as his tip brushed against her cervix and his knot pressed tightly against her G-spot. Sitting upright, the wolfess grasped and firmly massaged her breasts causing water to stream from her soaked fur. He watched as his mother writhed in front of him; as water flowed over her breasts and across her nipples, Sam compared it to her expressing milk. He grinned and sat up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and twirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh. Giving a cry of delight, Sara gripped the back of his head, holding him close.

Bucking firmly against each other, they moaned and growled affectionately, neither one of them relaxing their attentions for even a second. Gripping him tightly with her inner muscles, Sara could feel her climax approaching and a familiar throbbing in her son's shaft. "Cum with me, Sam. Cum at the same time with me."

Sam growled deeply, a primal sound that made her shiver as she sank back onto his full length again. "I feel it, I feel it, Mom!" Drawing every reserve of his strength, he ground his crotch as tightly against hers as he could before pulling back, stretching her pussy gently with the bottom of his knot then bucking in again. He repeated his motions several times making them both howl in delight as each stroke found its mark.

With rapid and heavy spasms rippling through their bodies, mother and son felt their climaxes flood through them. Sam felt each pulse of his cock as wave after wave of his seed flooded into his mother's body. Sara began to twitch and buck uncontrollably as she felt her juices flow fast and heavy. Each ripple of their sensitive genitals brought them a little more pleasure as they rode out their orgasms. Collapsing under her, Sam gave a heaving breath as the water rippled around him. His energy spent, he just wanted to lie with her in his arms for a while.

After almost a minute of the most powerful orgasm she had experienced, Sara eased herself forward and lay against her son's chest. They both sank a little further into the water and as her ear brushed the surface, she could hear both of their heart beats. She nuzzled his chest lovingly and licked lovingly at his neck. "That was wonderful."

Wrapping his arms around her, Sam nuzzled at her hair and playfully nipped her ear, making her giggle. "I really think we're meant to be here, Mom."

Sara sighed and gazed up at the waterfall. A happy smile crossed her lips as she watched the world go by at its own pace and imagined what life in the mountains would be like, alone with her son. "I think we are too."

* * *

The cabin was quiet as Sara stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. They had spent much of the afternoon at the waterfall undisturbed by further guests to the site. She smiled, remembering when they had returned to the cave and gathered their belongings, and how Sam had towel dried her slowly and gently in safety behind the waterfall.

They had talked on their journey back to the cabin about everything that had happened. Sara told Sam how she had seen a vision of him and how handsome he was. He had blushed and promised to work hard to be the wolf in her vision, and his words had made Sara glow inside with admiration and love. When he had told her of his visions of her in a bronze scaled dress she was amazed at how similar the description he had given was close to a vision she had herself, but made no mention of her earlier experience.

Convinced that there was more going on at the cabin site than she could explain, Sara put her mind to rest. If they were meant to be together, she wouldn't fight it. She had the love she had so sorely missed back in her life and she loathed to give it up. Sara sighed as she turned the shower on; she didn't know if it was magic, or fate that was shaping events around them, but she decided to trust in both of their actions. They had taken her down a path that society shunned, but through them she had found life once more.

Stepping into the steaming water, she let her thoughts return to the events at the waterfall. She shook her head, feeling sorry for Sam that she hadn't given him the private fashion show they had originally planned on, but then she grinned. The events had shown that Sam was willing to be a risk taker from time-to-time. She murred happily as she began to wash her fur properly. His dominating actions in the cave had caught her by surprize, but had excited her beyond her deepest desires.

As she ran her fingers over her backside, she softly bit her lip and ran the pad of a finger over her tailhole. She couldn't believe she had told Sam to finger her anus, but she had enjoyed the sensation. Rubbing a large drop on oil onto her finger tip, Sara gently teased her back passage. Her finger slowly dipped in and out of her puckered ring, tickling her sensitive flesh, exciting her once again. Stopping to coat her paws in oil she began gently teasing and playing with her tailhole. Inserting a single finger first, then after several minutes a second, then finally a third, she bit back a moan of pleasure. She had promised Sam earlier that she would make up for missing out on her planned show, now she knew how. She stayed in the shower for another thirty minutes, learning what it took to ease her tailhole and how deeply she could penetrate herself. By the time she was finished she cleaned herself thoroughly again and dried herself quickly.

Stepping into her bedroom, she saw Sam fast asleep on the bed. The young wolf had cleaned himself when they had arrived home and fallen into bed shortly after they had eaten dinner. Sara padded over to him and crouched by the bed, then gently stroked his back as she felt a trickle of oil run across her tailhole. She giggled softly then purred to her sleeping son. "Tomorrow you take my second cherry, Sweetheart." Carefully crawling into bed next to her son, she wrapped her arm around him and closed her eyes.

Tomorrow would bring more new surprises.

Sara couldn't wait.