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Aron walked into the kitchen and sat down at the round table.

"Morning Mother." He said with a touch of depression in his voice.

"Oh forget her." Harriet said as she poured her son a drink. She walked over to the table and placed the glass

in front of Aron; leaning across the table to do this she unwittingly gave the toned, black furred wolf a full view of

his mother's sizeable amount of cleavage.

His penis hardened a little as he took in the view, his sleepy brain not even registering what it was seeing.

Harriet continued to lean on the table top, unaware of the show she was putting on for her son.

"She was no good for you anyway. Plus, there's plenty of other pretty girls who'd love to go out with a handsome

man like you. For now, why don't you go out and spoil yourself to get your mind off that girl, go nuts, enjoy

yourself." With that, Harriet lifted her body off the table and turned around, returning to the bench.

Aron's limb grew harder in his pants as he watched the body of his mother move gracefully move about in front

of the kitchen bench.

The white wolf had gotten knocked up when she was fourteen, her family not believing in abortions, Harriet

found herself with a son nine months later. At thirty-one, she was still very attractive and thought little of her

appearance, often showing more than what most would consider appropriate.

Aron's mother wore a thin black night gown that draped over her shoulders on thin straps. The front had a deep

dip that already showed substantial cleavage. The almost see-through dress ended just below her nicely

rounded bum leaving her thick thighs for all to view.

The seventeen year old black wolf was raised by his mother alone and was used to her dressing habits, or

lack there of, and often caught himself stealing lustful glances at her curvy figure.

The fur on Aron's bare chest began to bristle as his body heated up. He watched the figure of his mother as she

began to swing her hips gently from side to side. Having finished wiping down the bench, Harriet leaned on it

and stared out the window. As she let her mind wonder to thoughts of grass fields and cool breezes wafting

over her bare body, her tail began to rise, lifting the thin black fabric of her dress. The bulge in Aron's pants

began to pulse with longing as he caught a glimpse of his mother's pussy between the gap in her thick thighs.

Sense drained from the black wolf's mind as he stood, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Quietly

he approached his mother and in one swift movement, he positioned his hands below Harriet's night gown and

lifted them underneath to firmly grasp the ample bust of the daydreaming white wolf.

"Aron! What are you doing?" Harriet cried in surprise as her son pressed his bare body against her back, his

large erection digging between her thighs.

"Enjoying myself." Aron whispered into her ear. Harriet lifted her head back as her son leaned over her right

shoulder and ran his tongue down the front of her chest, firmly squeezing her breasts at the same time. Aron

lifted his hands higher, lifting his mother's dress high as well, caught in the moment, Harriet lifted her arms and

allowed her son to undress her. Now that both wolves stood completely naked, the black turned the white to

face him and kissed her on the lips passionately.

Before his mother had a chance to come to her senses and stop this highly desirable situation, Aron led her

to the table and lifted her lightly onto it. Pushing her back slightly, he firmly grasped her large breasts; holding

one in each hand, he gently ran his tongue over first one, then the other. Starting at the base, he slowly moved

his tongue up and over the pink nipple and higher over the top of her breast and on over the top of her chest.

Harriet closed her eyes and smothered the voice in her head crying that this was wrong. Pleasure surged

through her body as her son's tongue teased her nipples. With her hands on the table behind her to lean

against, Aron's mother threw her head back, her silvery short hair hanging down from her head.

Having teased his mother's nipples for a few minutes, the black wolf moved his attention down her body. Harriet

offered no resistance as her son parted her legs, her fur soaked with the juices flowing from her pussy. Aron

leaned in and firmly pressed his tongue against his mother's lips, lustfully tasting the juices that ran from her

body and dripped off the table onto the floor. Ecstasy ripped through Harriet's body at the touch of her son's

tongue to the folds of her pussy, he pressed firmly and licked the groove slowly, pushing the tip of his tongue

just inside as he went. Her arms buckled and she fell flat on the table top, her left leg twitching with pleasure as

her son licked her pussy again. Each time he ran his tongue over her body, he pressed a little harder and moved

a little slower causing his mother to arch her back as she grasped at the table, he claws digging into the wood.

Harriet screamed with lust filled bliss as Aron finally plunged his tongue between her folds and into her body.

Moving his tongue around inside her caused new waves of pleasure to course through his mother's body.

Pressing against the inside of her pussy with his tongue, he teased her and finally pulled out from her body,

running his long tongue over her clit as he went, causing an orgasm to ripple through the body of the white wolf

lying on the table.

Harriet panted heavily as Aron stood up and looked down at his mother, moving closer. The black wolf was well

equipped and the white's body now begged for the eight inches of flesh and muscle he was sporting. Slowly he

drove his penis inside, the sensation of her son's body inside her own brought new and exciting feelings to the

surface; what was it about this wrongness that was so exhilarating? She felt his thick dick sliding inside her

body, she felt it pulse inside her, she felt it moving against the walls of her own pussy.

Leaning forward, Aron licked the body of his mother, running his tongue from her belly up between her breasts.

His hands crept along the top of her thighs, over her hips and behind her back. Lifting his mother upwards, he

kissed her firmly on the muzzle then let her lean back a little while he licked the sensitive pink nipples of her

ample breasts.

Harriet gasped at the feeling of her son's tongue moving over her nipples. Her head flung back and her claws

dug deep into the table top as Aron started moving inside her. Each motion brought waves of pleasure and

excitement, drawing out slowly, the black wolf moved back in a little faster each time. Groans of ecstasy

escaped the white wolf lying on the table each time her son's large penis drove into her body. As Aron pushed

harder, deep gashes appeared in the wood as Harriet's body rippled from each thrust and her claws dug deeper

into the table top.

"ARON!" Harriet cried. "Oh my..." she gasped deeply as her back arched high off the table top. The black wolf

growled deeply as he pushed himself hard inside the attractive creature before him, the thought of it being his

own mother never even occurred to him. Driven by pure lust, Aron gripped his mother's waist and lifted her up

off the table, almost pulling her arms off as her claws stuck in the table.

Son held mother in an embrace of lust and core primal desire. Both wolves panted heavily, growling and

moaning loudly.

"Ah, Ah, AH, HAH..." Harriet's cries grew louder and louder as Aron gritted his teeth, both figures preparing for

climax. With her arms around her son's neck, the white wolf held herself close to the black, her breasts pressing

against his chest. Claws dug into Harriet's but as Aron held her against him, bouncing her up and down on his

pulsing erection in the middle of the kitchen.

Her screams and his howls were heard all the way down their street as each reached an intense orgasm. Aron

unloaded a torrent of heat inside the body of his mother as he staggered a little in an attempt not to collapse on

the floor. Panting heavily, the black wolf sat his mother back on the table and withdrew himself from her body.

Before he could completely extract his still hard penis from his mother, she grabbed his hips and pulled him

closer.

"Fuck me again you filthy beast." Harriet's eyes were filled with pure lust as she spoke. She no longer cared

that it was her son making her feel so good, she just wanted him to make her scream again and again. Aron

grinned and pushed his mother back on the table. Lifting her legs high and parting them wide, she took hold of

her son's rear, gripping tightly. The black wolf pressed his body on top of the white's and digging his claws into

the table, began grinding his body against his mother's.

"We're going to need a new table." Aron said as he looked into the lust filled eyes of his mother. Beneath the

chest of her son, Harriet's bust heaved as she breathed deeply at the feeling of her nipples being brushed by

the fur of her son's body.

"Fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" Harriet cried. Her son moved inside her, smoothly going in and out like a piston.

"HARDER!" the white wolf cried. Straightening himself, Aron placed his hands on the table next to the hips of his

mother, dug his claws deep into the wood and pumped vigorously.

"YES, YES, OH GOD FUCK ME, YES!" Aron had never seen this side of his mother, it excited him and he was

happy to oblige to her demands of hard sex.

Harriet's breasts rocked back and forth as her son's driving force made her entire body rock back and forth on

the table top. The glass shifted to the edge of the table and finally fell to the floor with a smash that went

unnoticed by the white wolf's mind which had descended into the depths of desire and lust.

A third orgasm ripped through the body of Harriet, causing her to scream at the top of her voice yet again. Aron

pumped fast as he felt close to orgasm himself. Tears of ecstasy rolled from the eyes of the white wolf as she

found herself out of breath, her chest heaving quickly as she gasped for air to express the screams of pleasure

her body was experiencing. The black wolf between her legs found his limit and unloaded a flood of heat again.

Already full from before, a white river spurted out between pussy and penis onto the kitchen floor.

Without losing pace, Aron pulled out of his mother, leaned down and firmly pushed his tongue against her

pussy. The combined taste of his own bodily fluids and his mother's was a taste he quickly grew to enjoy.

After running his tongue over the lips of his mother's pussy several times, making her cry in pleasure again

and again, he rolled her over for a third round. Harriet panted against the wooden table as she found it hard to

breath from the pleasure coursing through her body. Her son took hold of her hips and drove his eight inches

of erection inside her from behind, touching the very depths of her insides.

Wild excitement slowly began plunging the white wolf into exhaustion as Aron pushed himself inside his

mother as hard and fast as he could. Having already had a couple of orgasms recently, both anthropomorphs

found themselves a little desensitized to the sexual act they performed.

The black wolf slowed his pace in order to allow both their bodies to recover. Harriet's breathing steadied and

she began to moan once again. Her tail flicked Aron's chest as he moved his body back and forth between the

thick folds of her pussy, a white river oozing out onto the floor. As the feeling in his penis returned and the

feeling of it moving against his mother's walls began to excite his senses again, Aron slowly started to build

his pace.

High pitched moans escaped Harriet's muzzle as she closed her eyes and wallowed in the nirvana she found

her mind swimming in. Her son increased his pace gradually, holding her hips tightly, her round butt thumping

against his lap. The table legs began to scrape along the kitchen floor as Aron pumped harder and harder.

Extracting himself from the white wolf, Aron patted her on the rear and sat down in one of the chairs. Harriet

pushed herself up off the table and positioned herself above the lap of her son. Lowering her body, she

swallowed his penis between her legs and began bouncing up and down, her breasts bouncing against Aron's

chest. She lifted and lowered herself time and again, panting heavily, her son running his hands through her

soft white fur. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Aron held his mother against his body as she pumped

away on his lap. The black wolf started growling again as he felt an orgasm emerge on the horizon. The white

wolf's began shivering with pleasure as her own climax approached. Aron assisted his attractive, well figured

mother with her motions by grasping her rear with wide spread fingers.

Once again, Harriet cried for her life with pleasure as Aron howled loudly as both wolves saw their final orgasm

that morning. Breathing heavily, the lust and desire drained from Harriet's eyes as she looked into her son's

and touched her nose to his.

"Did you enjoy making your mother scream as you fucked her hard?" the white wolf had thrown all sense of

morality out the window and now actively pressed her ample bust against her son. Aron just smiled as his

mother moved about on his lap, his dick still buried deep inside her vagina.

Harriet's son looked down and watched his mother as she cupped her breasts and moved them about, tracing

her nipples through the fur on his chest. Aron ran his hands up and down his mother's sides while she sat

comfortably on his lap with his penis inside her body.

After several minutes of smothering her son with her body, Harriet lifted herself off him and stepped back for a

moment. Looking at her son, two thoughts wondered around in her head. On one hand, she could put an end to

this now and encourage Aron to live a morally proper life, least of all with someone closer to his own age. On

the other hand, her son clearly didn't have a problem with fucking his own mother and she'd never had such an

enjoyable sexual experience in her life.

"Well, there's a day of stuff to do." The white wolf needed to think and she didn't want to lead her son on in case

she chose to let this be the one and only time.

"I think I'll go surfing first." Aron said as he stood up. Placing his right hand on Harriet's left breast, he pushed

his body against hers and ran his tongue from the base of her neck, all the way up to her chin then left the

kitchen.

The white wolf sat in the chair and absently stroked her pussy. The scent of her son wafted up from between

her legs, it was so strong it broke her chain of thought. Looking down, her fingers were coated with the sticky

mess her son had shared with her, another thing to consider should she decide to pursue these sexual desires

coursing through her body. What if she fell pregnant to Aron?

After her son left the house for the day, Harriet retreated to her room with a glass of red wine and the cordless

phone she intended to use to call to her closest friend, Malice.