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A Mother's Love

A TF story by Kooncds

Turning thirteen was an awkward thing, but for boys especially; it was the magical age when their voices cracked and deepened, their faces broke out, and their hormones began to rage. It was a time when girls suddenly went from being cootie carrying pariahs to the very center of all existence. For Zach Miller, it was no different. In many ways, he was actually excited to turn 13. He would officially become a teenager- and another year closer to being a real man. He had planned having an incredible party to celebrate the occasion, an event that he could invite all of his friends, as well as the girls whom had suddenly began to grow increasingly attractive; it would have been the greatest day of his life until that point and he was anticipating it with excitement.

Which was why he was particularly devastated to find himself bedridden on the day itself, confined to his bedroom by fits of chills and a wet cough that caused his chest to ache. As one would expect, his mother remained behind from work in order to take care of her lovely son and handle the cancellation of his big day. On one hand, Zach was grateful that his mother had remained home to take care of him but on the other he was annoyed, finding her constant doting to be tiresome at best and infuriating at worst. It seemed that his current illness had left him in a rather foul mood- even the smallest of things seemed to leave him with a fuming sense of irritation aimed mostly at her.

Zach's mother, Glinda, was something of an oddity as far as mothers went. She was by far the tallest woman that he knew, standing at nearly six foot two without her shoes on. She towered over most people, and it had gotten the both of them quite a bit of attention at school functions where she stood head and shoulders over the other parents. The next thing that always seemed to attract attention were her eyes- two glowing orbs of pure emerald that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul. Combined with her thick but well kept eyebrows and sharpened canines, she appeared very animal. Her hair was very long, and rather unkempt. It tangled and curled, a wild mane of ebony locks that refused to be tamed by any comb in existence. It was the crown on a thoroughly feral though handsome visage.

She had the body to match. Wide hips and toned muscles, she resembled the most devout female bodybuilder- even if she never had time to go to the gym. She had been asked many times about her 'secret', and every time she would merely wink and present a gleaming grin, "Plenty of red meat and clean water" was her claim, though none believed it- even if that did make up the majority of her diet.

Regardless of her eccentricities, Zach did love her. And she loved him. Ever since she had lost his father to a horrific mauling, she had been incredibly protective of him, never leaving him out of her sight for long. It was showing, as she had sat at the foot of his bed for hours on end, gently stroking his hair and feeding him water and saltine crackers. And as anyone who had been hand fed for any period time would know, he was growing increasingly tired of it. Tired enough to lash out.

"Mom- for god's sake please just go do something. I'm not going to die if you just leave the room." His voice was strained, deep and hoarse as every word cut like a razor blade. His throat was a mess, a mess that gave him the illusion of consistently growling.

Glinda looked down to her son and sighed, before standing. She towered above the bed, her face twisted in a little bit of pain, and a little bit of concern. "Honey- I can't leave. Please, You have to trust me. It'll all make sense soon." Zach was perplexed. He was just sick. Why did she look so guilty?

"Mom, you've stayed there for nine hours. Either tell me what's wrong, or leave. I can't take it anymore." With a wince, he dragged himself into a sitting position, feeling his joints protest.

"Honey please, just trust me and stay in bed." She sat down close to him, brushing his hair out of his face, concern in her eyes. "You'll feel better soon, I promise, but you need to stay here with me."

Glinda knew she couldn't stall for much longer. The sun had already began on its inevitable journey beneath the horizon, and the change would be coming at any moment. She could already feel the wolf within her beginning to rouse, and holding it back any longer could have very, very bloody results. She could only wonder if he could feel it. The straining ferocity of an animal locked into a human body.

"Are you still feeling cold?" She raised her hand to his forehead, turning it around to take his temperature. He was a little on the cool side, but that wouldn't last for long. She held her breath; it really couldn't take much longer now.

Zach flinched at his mother's touch, nearly managing to cut himself on her abnormally sharp nails. It wouldn't be the first time. "Well.. I was. I'm kinda feeling stuffy now. Maybe it's because you're so close." One by one he began to shed his blankets, until only a thin sweat soaked sheet was left. The cold had fled from his body, and had been replaced by a suffocating heat. The transition was so rapid that Zach nearly panicked, sitting up and coughing violently. This time, there was a hint of blood in his phlegm- and Glinda knew. The change would be taking him at any moment, and nothing she did could stop it. It was only know that she stood, getting some space from him. His human scent was already fading- before it game back in a new and incredibly feral glory- musk and sweat and virile masculine heat, mixing together in a wonderful aura. Already she was having trouble controlling herself. It was just like his father.

"Honey... there is something that I should have told you a long time ago. I'm-" she let out a breath. "We're... werewolves. And now that you're thirteen... you're going to change. Like me." Her breaths became increasingly shallow, as a sheen of sweat coated her entire body. The room was becoming increasingly warm, nearly to the point of fogging as her own beastly scent was added to the air. Her form shook, untold power hiding just beneath the skin.

"Mom... you're fucking crazy." Zach finally sat up, pushing the sheet off of him and wiping the sweat from his brow. "I've had it with you today. Maybe you're the sick one. No one in their right mind would even believe something like that." However, he was finding it harder and harder to deny. His body ached, sharp stabbing agony finding its way through his ribs. With every breath his chest was barreling out, ribs snapping and stretching- straining against his skin.

Glinda winced. This was the worst part. Watching her son fight the change, without even knowing it. "Please Zach! Don't hold it back! You're going to hurt yourself." Glinda rushed over, pulling her son into an embrace. Her fingernails were popping and cracking- a splinting pain taking them as claws pushed from the nailbeds, shattering the keratin before them and sliding out with a drop of blood. The pain didn't factor with her anymore. Decades of transformation had made her very quickly into a masochist- and now all the pain did was make her arousal grow. Her son would end up the same after only a few transformations.

"Mom... please..." His spine suddenly cracked, and he screamed, leaning against his mother. His shirt was becoming smaller and smaller on his growing frame, the seams straining. With a single claw, Glinda cut them, letting the soaked pieces of cloth flutter to the floor below. His revealed chest was growing increasingly hairy, white fuzz sprouting between stone-hard pecs. The new hair was spreading down, thickening and curling and matting as it met with his already substantial treasure trail.

A similar change was making its impact on Glinda. Black hair was crawling up from between her legs, hidden behind her panties and pants, which she never bothered to shave. Her treasure trail climbed up along and around her bellybutton, rising up until it found a home in her substantial cleavage. Breathing was a struggle, as her own ribcage barreled out, forcing her swelling breasts to strain against her bra. Sighing, she reached behind her and cut the offending garment free, shirt and bra fluttering to the ground all at once. Below her original pair, two pairs of extra nipples waited- growing from the smooth porcelain skin. The upper pair of new nipples dripped, growing hard as a second pair of breasts swelled. They were then very quickly consumed by the wave of ebony hair that was spreading out from her cleavage.

There was no way that Zach could deny it anymore. He and his mother were werewolves- if the agony was anything to go by. His back hunched over packing over with new, powerful muscles, as his spine popped and stretched, every vertebra visible against his pallid skin. The change had swept further down as well- a pleasant heat forming in his crotch. Zach recognized the feeling, even if it was somewhat new. Arousal, plain and simple. Fueled by his changes- but more importantly, fueled by his mother.

"Oh... baby." She sniffled, taking a clawed hand and bringing his head up so she could look him eye to eye. Already, the whites had gone black, and his normally blue irises had gone amber. And she knew that the same had happened to hers- white gone black, green gone amber. The eyes of a wolf. "I'm sorry that it had to be this way." She gently leaned in and kissed him softly on lips that were darkening and thickening- lips that would fit the muzzle of a wolf much more than the face of a human. As she pulled free from the kiss, his face followed, snapping several inches forward into an unfinished snout.

"Mommy... my.. my dick. It hurts." Looking down, his sweatpants were bulged out obscenely, bending out over the extent of his growing member. Every beat of his heat flooded it with more blood, and every drop of blood urged it to grow larger. The tip was already slipping past the elastic of his underwear, revealing itself to the air. He looked down, blushing in embarrassment as his own mother could very easily see how aroused he was. Glinda, on the other hand, wasn't bothered at all.

In fact, she even allowed her hand to drop down, taking hold of his member and gently stroking it- adding pleasure to the pain of the change. Zach panted in shock. "It's okay baby, mommy is right here." She kept stroking even as her hand crackled, each finger growing blunter as her palm stretched, rough pads puffing up underneath- somewhere between a paw and a hand, and absolutely perfect for running on all fours. Her sons hands mirrored this, even as they gripped on to her.

She slowly begin to sing. An old lullaby which she used to use to calm him as an infant. It seemed to have a similar effect now, as his whimpers began to fade away, quickly replaced by pleasured pants. All was well, as one of the more painful parts of the change began. His left foot snapped and was driven up, as his calf shortened and his foot lengthened. The balls of his feet swelled into hard pads, and his toes snapped and cut through the fabric of his sock. New claws, stained in blood and gleaming in the artificial light of the room. The other foot soon followed, shredding his socks to pieces and leaving him standing on a pair of paws the size of dinner plates. In fact, every part of him was growing, as his height increased, past five feet, past six feet, before finally settling at the average seven feet of an adolescent werewolf. His mother followed, her spine and thighs growing to send her to an incredible nine feet tall.

"My beautiful baby has his paws... would you like me to taste them baby?" There was a small voice deep inside of Glinda that was telling her that this was wrong, but she didn't care. It was what her kind did. Family ties didn't stop them from loving one another. For that was what this was. It was love- plain and simple.

"Please mommy..." Glinda smiled and pushed him back, letting him fall back upon the damp bed. With him there, she kneeled down- her ankles snapping and forming into the digitigrade stance of a werewolf. The tremors of the change followed up her legs, muscles stretching beneath her skin- well defined and powerful. Fur followed, radiating out from her soaked mound and wrapping around to her succulent ass, becoming a thick and warm pelt, silky and musky all in one. From the flesh of her legs, more fur sprouted, joining with the pelt around her hips and leaving her entire lower body coated in ebony. It was too much for her sweatpants to handle, and they tore apart with a loud 'shriiiiiip', joining the ruins of her bra on the floor.

"Mmmmppphhh... give me those paws." Her hands reached out, taking hold of his feet as she began to lick and sniff, cleaning them of any blood, before teasing each and every toe. It was enough to alight new changes in her son- his hair bleached white, and then it grew and grew and grew- curling freely into a large and impressive mane. The silver-white hair on his chest had thickened into fur, and was spreading out, across his broad shoulders and down his muscular back- before it formed a thick and warm ruff around his neck, melding with the mane into an impressive layer of insulating fur.

Glinda did not stop stroking her sons cock. In fact, she instead tore his pants and underwear off to give herself much greater access. Finally, his swollen balls were revealed- and she could tease them, help them grow. Yes, she could feel the urge deep from within. She was proud of her son. He was already so virile and strong, and he was still a cub! She could only imagine how strong he would be when he grew. And it was with that sentiment that she abandoned his paws and climbed up, licking as she went. Each brush of her tongue helped it grow out, longer and broader, and helped her produce more and more saliva. She was fully drooling now, with nothing holding her back. Any human conventions had been abandoned long ago. Now it was all about pleasure. Pleasure and helping her beautiful baby transform.

In the path of her licks, more fur grew, spreading out until his entire body, minus his face and cock, were coated. With a soft whine, she finally found her target. His little balls- balls that were rapidly beginning to grow up. She was going to help them. Glinda rapidly began to lap and swirl them in her canine tongue, watching with glee as white fuzz encased them- and his cock went pink, and then red, a swollen bulb filling with blood at the base. A cock fit for a werewolf alright. Musky and delicious. She was once more filled with pride. "Oh my little baby... alrrrrrrready so big. Like his mommy...." her words slurred together into growls. Her nose was became wet and black, more the sensitive enough to smell her sons arousal. In fact, every single one of his licks was making her face stretch out, jaws popping and elongating into a full canine muzzle, albeit furless. The fur did follow, however- moving down from her hairline and widows peak, and up from her neck- thickening into a tough neck ruff and a magnificent mane that reached halfway down her muscular back. In a few seconds, she was coated, just like her son.

"Mommy, mommy! I'm gonna cum!" Zach cried out, his paws curling as his balls shuddered, and his cock throbbed, pulsing as jets of clear fluid splattered over his mother's muzzle. She kept licking and growing happily, until he was done, and she pulled back, tasting him. "Hmmmm. Human cum. The last you'll everrrrr make."

As it was, his orgasm had prompted another change on his body. With a loud and violent snap, his muzzle finished growing, drooling dripping down his lips and pooling in the thick fur of his chest. Now, they were very clearly werewolves... minus one important factor. They did not yet have their tails. Quite a shame. But that would change, soon enough.

It was now, with the pain passed, that Zach stood, unsteady on his new paws. His mother, with her greater experience, was much more comfortable. Comfortable enough to look to him and pant, her cunt still soaked, dripping sticky female fluids down her furry thighs. The scent of her heat was compelling and undeniable. She needed to fuck, and she needed to do it now- no matter what it took.

Zach, who was still reeling from his change- snarled without warning, looking to his mother and pouncing- cock swinging, ready to take her. The older female was much stronger than him, and was more than capable of stopping him, driving him back on the bed with a powerful leap. "Bad boy!" She snarled, muzzle frothing. "I fuck you. Understand?" Her paw pressed down on his chest, pinning him to the overloaded mattress. The new wolf was far from strong enough to overtake her.

In a single flowing motion, she dropped down on his cock- feeling him fill her, pulling her furry lips apart and quenching a fire that had not been quenched for thirteen long years. Her furry face rose to the ceiling, her ears growing pointed and furry- vanishing from the sides of her head and reappearing on top of her hair, through the locks of her mane. The same change was mirrored on her son. For a moment, she was deaf- but when her hearing returned, it came in force- she could hear both her own and her son's heart beat- as well as every single small creak and groan from the mattress below. It would break, The only question was when.

Zach growled and whined, words lost on him. Instead, he focused on raising his paws up- grabbing hold of his mommys tits and squeezing them- prompting her to let out a howling moan, and making her squeeze her cunt on him, his cock being milked of every single drop of pre-cum that it could produce.

"Come on baby! Fucking cum! Cum for your wolfy mommy!" She yowled, the beast within pushing her actions with greater intensity. She wouldn't stop until the both of them came- and already she could feel it, coming closer and closer to the edge with every given moment. Her riding became more impassioned, and she began to massage her lower sets of breasts. Orgasm was coming for her, edging ever nearer as pure ecstasy spiked up her spine. It was being concentrated in her tailbone- the skin bulging out inch by inch over her ass, wagging back and forth as it was finally given life. Down below, her son arched his back and snarled- freeing the wriggling mass of a tail that rested above his own furry ass crack.

In unison, they fell over the edge. Zach's milked cock burst. Hot yellow-white fluid, thick and gooey, filled his mother, pulsing through her canal and into her womb, filling her and finally satisfying the fires that raged within her. He knotted her, locking the two of them together for as long as he remained hard. Her own orgasm was no less impressive, as spasms rocketed up and down her limbs, and fem fluids squirted around the seal of her sons cock, soaking his sheath and thighs, as well as the sheets below. The walls were rocked by their howls, as well as the loud snapping sound of lupine tails reaching full length, sheathed in soft fluffy fur. A werewolf had been born, the howl said- alerting any and all who may have heard.

Glinda panted and looked down to her son, smiling and practically purring. Zach looked up to her, heavy chest heaving, tongue lolling out. Together, the two had reached a level of nirvana that no other mother and son would ever achieve. Glinda smiled and let out a small, happy yip- and laid down on her sons chest, licking his muzzle tenderly.

It was only know that the bed finally broke, the legs snapping and dropping them down. Zach gasped, but Glinda only laughed. "You get used to it. You don't know how many beds me and your fatherrrrr went thrrrrough." Zach didn't say anything for a moment, ignoring the loss of his bed for now. It wasn't important. Instead, he focused on his body, looking it up and down. Examining it. A werewolf. How... unexpected. He couldn't comprehend how much more difficult things would have been if he had been changing alone. And he had only one person to thank. With a smile stretched on his muzzle, the new wolf cub looked into his mother's eyes.

"I love you mom." He whispered, kissing her ear. Glinda didn't say anything. She didn't need to. He understood her love. A love only a mother could provide.