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Abigail lay on her side as she absently stared out of her bedroom window. She had been lying on her bed for the better part of the afternoon and lacked any kind of motivation to do anything but. Though her love for her husband had left when he did, the white panther sorely missed the constant company and companionship his presence had provided for almost twenty years.

At first Abigail appeared undaunted by her husband randomly running off with a younger woman. She smiled and always seemed to be in a cheerful mood. Her days were spent hanging out with friends, and wilfully making new ones... if only for a couple of very heated hours. When the topic of her husband arose, Abigail would casually dismiss him, saying "Fuck him," and brushing the topic aside. But beneath the calm and collected exterior, the white panther seethed with anger and hatred; and these emotions she channelled into shoving everything to do with 'that man' out of her life.

Eventually the tide of anger and hatred ebbed and Abigail grew bored of her liberal lifestyle. Where once she could always find the warm comfort of friendship and love, now she found only the coldness of an emptied bed. And as the deviant twins' mother began to miss that familiar feeling more and more, she also began feeling mildly depressed. Her days no longer consisted of laughter with friends and sex with random club goers, but rather, just lying in bed wondering what had happened and what she should do now.

The sound of the front door opening and closing caught Abigail's attention and she halfheartedly rolled over to face her open door. The main bedroom was located at the end of the hallway and anyone looking down it could clearly see the bed situation side-on to the open door. As Dennis appeared at the top of the steps, and glanced down the hallway towards his mother's bedroom, the white panther smiled at her son warmly. Dennis smiled back and cocked his head a little to one side before making his way towards his mother to see how she was doing.

"Feeling alright?" the teenage panther asked as he stood in the doorway of his mother's bedroom. The twins' mother had never been the most strict person about wearing clothes, so seeing her nude was nothing Dennis was unaccustomed to.

"I'm fine," Abigail replied. She didn't sound sad or depressed, just worn out, mentally. The drive in her life seemed to have slipped away and now she was just coasting along in neutral.

"Is there anything I can get you? Something to eat, a drink?" Dennis offered.

Abigail just shook her head.

As Dennis turned to leave, his mother's voice stopped him.

"Dennis," she began. The black feline turned to face her once more. "How long have you are Treasure..." Abigail's words trailed off, but her son knew what she was asking.

"Since we were eleven," Dennis replied simply.

A moment of silence passed between them. Abigail wasn't at all surprised; even when the twins were very young, the white panther had not actively shielded them from the more mature aspects of life the way most parents did their own children, and when she did find out about their sexual interactions, she made no attempt to scold or stop them, or event felt that she should.

"Would you... do me a favour?" Abigail finally asked, looking her son in the eye.

"What would you like?" Dennis asked with a smile.

"Since your father left, I've felt... unloved," the white panther began, "I know you and Treasure both love me, but that's not... You are both grown, now, and can take care of yourselves, you don't _need_me anymore. I want to be _needed_again."

Dennis wasn't quite sure where his mother was going with this, but he wanted to help her feel better, so he asked her, "How can I help?"

The seventeen your black panther moved sit on the side of his mother's bed.

"I... I want you to give me a baby, Dennis. Please?" Abigail asked.

It took Dennis a moment to realised just exactly what she had said, and when the meaning of the words clicked into place, the teenage boy stared with unseeing eyes. Of all the possible requests his mother could've made, Dennis certainly could never have expected _that_to be asked of him.

"I... need to think," Dennis finally said. His word were hesitant and as he stood up to leave, Abigail sighed.

The teenager's mind swam in circles as he made his way downstairs. The idea of sex with his mother wasn't a difficult one, she was still very much an attractive woman with a well curved and fit figure akin to that of someone in their late twenties, and a bust at least one whole cup size larger than Turquoise. But to purposely make her pregnant? Could Dennis really do that? As the black feline thought about what he should do, he found his feelings for Turquoise rising to the surface of his mind, further hampering his ability to decide as he felt he would be betraying her.

It was several hours later when son returned to mother's bedroom. The night sky outside was dotted with a billion little shimmering lights, each star an eye watching the ground far below it. Abigail had barely moved and as her teenage boy once more came into the room, she looked up at him. The seventeen year old black panther said nothing as he approached his mother's bed. He had taken off his pants and shirt and now stood before her as naked as she was. Dennis had decided that if it would make her happy, if it would give back the drive in her life, then he would happily give his mother what she asked for, a child.

Abigail looked into her son's eyes and saw the resolve within. She understood immediately the decision he had come to and, without a word, lay back to allow Dennis to take control. His touch was gentle, passionate even, and the steadiness of his hands clearly conveyed unrestrained determination. The bond between mother and son was never stronger than it would be that night.

At her son's touch, the mature, white feline closed her eyes and allowed her senses to run wild at the feeling of his fingers slowly and sensually gliding up her inner thigh. She felt shivers course through her entire body as excitement began to rapidly grow inside her. And the scent of arousal quickly filled the air as her juices soon matted the fur between her legs. Dennis, held nothing back, he would give to her as though she was his lover. Leaning forward, he placed his free hand upon the bed next to his mother and lowered his lips to lightly kiss at her pink nipples. The white panther arched her back, breathing heavily as anticipation raced through her veins. It had been a long, long time since anyone had shown her such passionate attention, even before her husband had left.

Subtle whimpers of pleasure escaped Abigail's mouth as she felt herself grow hotter. The side of Dennis' index finger soon came to press against her plump mound, his own fur becoming damp from hers. Without hesitation, the teenager tightened his grip, squeezing his mother's thigh as he rubbed his finger against the side of her folds. Abigail gasped lightly, shifting on the bed as her body ached for what was to come. After a moment teasing, Dennis shifted his finger and pressed it between the succulent lips he'd been caressing, feeling the heat between his own mother's wet flesh. Without a moment's thought about it, the teenage boy pushed his index and middle finger into his mother's sex, probing deep and pressing against the mature woman's inner walls. Abigail's body shook violently as she let out an unrestrained moan of ecstasy. Her juices coated her son's fingers and soaked into the sheets she lay on as he firmly and steadily fingered her.

Abigail writhed on the bed as her nipple was licked and sucked, and her womanhood was massaged from the inside out. Dennis, pausing for a moment with his fingers, placed his thumb against Abigail's swollen clit and started circling it teasingly. The white panther moaned again, loudly and unashamed. Her breathing increased rapidly as her back arched, her legs stretching out as her toes curled and her thighs tensed. Then, when the pleasure struck its peak, Abigail released a drawn out whimper as her entire body shuddered violently, her muscles flexing and contracting around Dennis' fingers as a powerful orgasm forced thick, strong scented juices to ooze out over the teenager's fingers and onto the bedsheets.

As his mother's body slumped on the bed, panting heavily and still twitching, Dennis slowly pushed his two fingers further into her body, as far as he could, to stroke and pleasure her a little more. After several more short moans and whimpers, the black feline drew his fingers out of his mother's sex and lifted them to his mouth. But Abigail quickly grasped her son's wrists and pulled his hand to her mouth first. Dennis eagerly obliged, allowing the mature white feline to lick her own, thickly coated juices off her son's fingers before letting him finish the job.

With his fingers cleaned, but still smelling strongly of sex, it was time to move on to other things. Dennis placed one knee on the bed and hoisted himself up, lifting his other leg over his mother's and placing his knee between hers. Abigail looked down and stared with desire at her son's rigid member. This was it, a chance for renewed purpose in her days. It would be her own son to give her this child, but Abigail wanted it no other way, and as she adjusted her position on the bed, spreading her legs wide, the white feline's heart raced only with excitement and glee.

Dennis took a moment to admire the sight of his mother, well curved and attractive. She lay on her back, her legs spread and welcoming, her sex openly presented and unreservedly given. Her large breasts rested upon her chest, soft and round, jiggling slightly as she breathed shallow and rapidly. The teenage panther couldn't help but wonder why he'd not done this before. Perhaps it was because his father was around, or that he'd been too focused on his sister. But none of that mattered. Dennis was here now, with his mother. She was more attractive than he'd realised and her so shamelessly and willingly submitting herself in this manner to him only made her seem hotter.

With both of his hands planted flat on the bed, just under his mother's arms, Dennis propped himself up as he stretched out his legs behind him. Abigail bit her lower lip with excitement as she felt the tip of her son's erection brush against her moist folds. She felt almost like a teenager herself, feeling the rush of pleasure of her first time. Dennis looked at his mother, his eyes locking on to hers as he pushed with his hips, slipping his rigid length into her. The mature, white feline saw only a desire to please in her son's eyes. Even as he pushed all the way into her depths, slowly and intimately, she could see that he was committed entirely to impregnating her as she had asked, eager and happy to do so. Abigail couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the whole scene, that the one reaching inside of her in this way was conceived and grown right there, and now he was about to help create another new life with her in the same way he was created.

Dennis didn't think of this, however. All that was on the black panther's mind at the moment was how attractive he hadn't realised his mother was and that he wanted to give her a child as much as she wanted to be given one.

With his hard member deep inside her, and his arms propping himself up, Dennis began to slowly move, rubbing his entire body against Abigail's. Her ample breasts rocked gently against his chest, the very same breasts that he'd fed from as a child. The white feline let out a gentle moan as she arched her back, squashing her cushion-soft breasts against the chest of her teenage son. He slowly pulled out and then slowly pushed back in, repeating the motions again and again, gradually increasing his pace. As Abigail moaned again, allowing her body to indulge in the pleasure, Dennis shifted his gaze to watch the jiggling of the perky hills of flesh sandwiched between their bodies. Enjoying the sight, the male youth started to give a bit more force to his inward thrusts, making them fast and short, while his pulling out was long and slow. Like a little child, Dennis grinned to himself as he watched his mother's breasts bounce and jiggle from his pumping.

Abigail's moans soon became louder and shorter, turning into whimpers of ecstasy that were mixed with her shallow, rapid breathing. She wrapped her arms around the back of her son's neck and pulled him down, pressing his face into the top of her chest. Her legs she bent, lifting her knees as she pushed her pelvis up into Dennis' thrusts. The black's ears were filled with the moans and whimpers of his mother, the sound of her pleasured voice music to his senses, encouraging him to continue further. Pressing the full weight of his body onto Abigail, Dennis moved faster, now focused entirely on reaching into her depths with his forceful thrusts.

"Say... say my name!" Abigail suddenly breathed between whimpers.

Dennis looked his mother in the eyes. Her request had caught him off guard and he wasn't entirely sure how he should react.

"Say it, please!" Abigail begged.

"Uh..." Dennis' mind raced. He didn't want to disappoint her, but his mind seemed to have stalled. What was his mother's name? He knew he knew it, but he was so caught off guard that it seemed to have escaped him entirely.

"Abigail," the white feline breathed, seeing in her son's eyes his mind frantically scrambling to remember what her name was.

"Abigail," Dennis echoed, still thrusting.

"Again!" Abigail demanded.

Dennis repeated himself, putting a bit more emphasis into it, "Abigail!"

"Louder!" Abigail moaned.

_ "Abigail!"_Dennis shouter.

The black panther felt his mother's muscles tighten around his hard shaft as he pushed and pulled it in and out of her hot, wet body. Did that actually do something for her? He didn't see the appeal in it, but if it worked, then he would happily oblige, so he did it again.

_ "Abigail!"_

And again.

_ "Abigail!"_

And again.

_ "Abigail!"_

The black feline felt his mother's body respond each time; her muscles contracted and her back arched, and her moans and whimpers grew louder and more wild. Eventually, the teenager felt her body shudder and convulse beneath him. Abigail's back bowed further, pushing her chest up into her son's as her claws extended and she gripped fistfuls of the black fur on his back, her feet and toes stretching outward. Dennis, his manhood now being tightly squeezed by the body that had once given birth to him, put all of his effort into his final thrusts, pushing as deep as he could, rapid and hard. And then, finally, as his mother came under him, the teenager joined her in euphoric bliss, coming inside of her. The purpose of impregnation welled within his mind and primal instinct kicked in. With his teeth, Dennis latched on to his mother's shoulder, gaining extra leverage to push himself in as far as his rigid length could go and fill her womb with his semen. Abigail moaned like a shameless whore as she felt her son's hot seed spill into her body in pulses. The whole affair had been much more enjoyable than she had expected.

They rode their orgasms without restraint and when the intense rush of pleasure subsided, they both slumped in a pile on the bed. Breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in their chests, mother and son basked in the afterglow of their actions, neither one feeling any regret in their choice.

Both felines lay in silence for several minutes afterwards. Dennis felt comfortable and content, but also secure, much as he had when he was still a child snuggling up to his mother after a bad dream or during a scary thunderstorm. Abigail, however, was feeling reinvigorated. Her son's passion and commitment had fanned a flame in the mature feline that she had long thought to have died out. It had been many long years since the white beauty had felt such passion and intimacy, and even if she didn't end up having another child to raise and care for, she felt a renewed drive to shrug off the crappy last few months and step into a new, bright day.

"I... should get to bed," Dennis said, beginning to lift himself up.

But Abigail stopped him and said, "Why don't you sleep with your mother, tonight, for old time's sake? We can go another round or two."

Dennis couldn't help but smile a mischievous smile before laying his body back down against his mother's. That was an idea he could not say no to.

"Just one thing," Abigail whispered, "I get to be on top next time."