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The expression on Joanne’s face as she examined herself in the floor-length mirror was less then ecstatic. The outfit she was wearing had looked great stretched across the sporty form of the store mannequin, enough to make her grab a pair in her size without bothering to try it on. True, her heavy chest did look quite impressive with the charcoal-grey sports bra straining to contain it, but the slight muffin-top showing just above the waistband of the form-fitting shorts was the main culprit behind the sour look she was wearing to go along with the athletic outfit.

Well what did you think, you silly woman – put on the clothes and take off the weight? she thought to herself. She knew this would take work, and she was determined to put it in, although for the life of her she couldn’t really explain why. She was forty five, a bit late in life to catch the fitness bug, and most of her friends insisted she looked great already.

She knew full well that male eyes tended to linger on her, especially when she wore something low-cut and their gazes were pulled inexorably downward, but Joanne was less than thrilled with how she looked with her clothes off. And just who’s going to see you like that? she thought, a corner of her mouth curving up at the thought that her efforts will only please her own eyes, and possibly those of some peeping Tom with a taste in mature women. She certainly wasn’t doing this for the one man in her life!

Her smile dropped a little at the thought of Johnny, supposing she was, in some way, doing this for her son. She honestly couldn’t imagine how she would have survived her husband’s passing if her boy hadn’t been around. Johnny had been five when the accident took Dale from them and while the grief-stricken child had been in no shape to console her, the fact that he needed her had given Joanne the strength to pull through.

She supposed that was part of the reason they were so close – those dark couple of years spent clinging to each other as if terrified of losing what family they had left. And after the pain faded they found that they enjoyed each other’s company, and started laughing together instead of crying together. But as much as she loved having her son around, she knew she’d have to let him go soon. Her little Johnny had chosen the local college, so they still had a few years together, but she knew that would be it. Once he was done with his studies he’d be a grown man, ready for a life of his own, maybe a family…

It wasn’t that she was keeping Johnny here, but she suspected he was reluctant to leave her alone. He’d brought home several girls over the years, and even though they’d seemed nice and pretty enough, the relationships never really lasted. It was more than Joanne had done during that time. She’d gone on a few dates, mostly caving in to peer pressure from her friends insisting she should find someone before giving up. She didn’t really feel like getting back on the dating scene now, but she’d resolved to at least try, so that her son wouldn’t feel like moving away from home meant abandoning his mother.

“*Sigh* Well, that’s enough of a workout for now, Joanne!” she said to her reflection, giggling a bit before peeling the stretchy clothes off. She’d go on her first jog tonight, and until then she’d slip into something that looked a little less ridiculous on her.

She was reaching for her bra when she stopped and decided to give herself another look-see without the clothes. She knew objectively she was still attractive, and quite a looker for a woman her age. She just felt a little down that when she stood in front of a mirror like this she no longer saw the lithe young thing that used to look back at her. Her breasts had a bit of sag to them, but at least they both looked tantalizingly full, each one sporting a mocha-pink areola that contrasted nicely with her milky-white skin.

Well, softness up there certainly wasn’t a bad thing, but she missed the waist she used to have – slim enough to make boys wish for the chance to try and encircle it with their hands. There was also a bit of a curve to her tummy, but at least motherhood had left her with ample hips so that she still had an hourglass figure, or maybe an hour-and-a-half.

Her backside was a bit big in her opinion, but a generous behind seemed fashionable these days, and more often than not Joanne could feel men’s eyes following her when she turned her back. Still, it could use a bit of toning if nothing else. Joanne had done a few tentative squats in the new outfit, almost certain she’d hear the dreaded sound of fabric tearing, but the shorts could apparently handle her tush. She figured could live with a big bust and a padded bottom, as long as everything got a bit firmer and bouncier.

“But you I won’t miss!” she said, looking down as she pinched her little love-handles. If she did find someone to love her she was sure there were more interesting parts of her to grab and hold onto. Deciding she’d spent enough time conversing with her reflection, she slipped her pants and blouse on before going to the kitchen to get dinner started.

*******

As she huffed and puffed along the sidewalk, Joanne knew that choosing evening jogs was the right idea. Her son was quite a fit young man and had offered to help her with her budding workout regimen, even inviting her to join him on his morning run, but she’d politely declined. As silly as she looked now – winded and red-faced when she’d only just started – at least the streets were empty and there were no people to see her in this state. She could only imagine how ridiculous she’d looked trying to keep up with her twenty-one year old son as the whole neighborhood watched!

She was bent over with her palms on her thighs, hoping for a second wind when she heard the bushes behind her rustling. Her already pounding heart nearly skipped a beat as she whirled around, trying to dig her hands into the pocket that held her keys and the tiny can of mace she’d bought. They lived in a pretty safe little town, but Joanne had felt it was a good precaution if she was to be alone at night wearing revealing clothes. Her hand froze before she’d even found her pocket, eyes wide as she stared at something she doubted the little mace can could stop.

“N-nice doggy…” she stammered out with what little breath she had as the sleek gray-furred form emerged from the bushes. Once it stepped into the circle of light cast by the street lamp, she knew for a fact that this was not even a doggy, let alone a nice one. A more fitting greeting for this creature would have been “My, what big teeth you have…”.

The wolf didn’t growl, or jump, merely taking a few confident steps that took it to within a few feet of the fear-frozen woman. Just then something snapped in Joanne and she turned on one heel and sprinted away from the grey-furred beast as fast as her legs could carry it. When no barking or growling followed her she allowed herself to hope that she’d made her escape, but the sensation of teeth closing on one of her calves shattered that hope. She wanted to scream, but her lungs couldn’t afford the air, her chest heaving as panic forced her to keep moving.

The wolf hadn’t managed to get a good grip on her and all Joanne could hear for the next minute or so was the pounding of her feet on the pavement, and her heart in her ears. She only stopped when stars began dancing in front of her eyes and she felt like she was about to collapse. She was panting desperately, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath as she turned around to look behind her, terrified of seeing a sleek gray shape within biting distance.

The street behind her was empty and she felt relief wash over her as she leaned against the metal post. After looking down she winced at the sight of blood covering her calf, although she had a suspicion that it should look a lot worse than it did considering the size of the teeth that had bitten her. Joanne considered calling for an ambulance, but she didn’t seem to be bleeding much, and if her leg had been fine to run on surely she could walk. She wasn’t far from her home so she chose to just limp back, occasionally darting a glance behind her in case the strange beast had caught up with her.

*******

“Hey mom! Back already?” she heard Johnny ask from the living room, and quickly made a dash for the bathroom. Her leg didn’t seem to be in bad shape but it looked pretty grisly, and she didn’t want her son to worry.

“Yeah, just taking it easy for my first run…” she said, making a bee-line for the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

“You okay?” she heard the voice from the corridor, as she fumbled around the medicine cabinet for some disinfectant.

“Yeah, I just managed to trip and get my new workout clothes muddy. Wanna get them in soak without making a mess of the carpet.

“Oh, okay…”

Her son seemed to buy the excuse as Joanne took her shoe off and stepped into the tub. She opened the little bottle and squeezed a stream out over the bloodied calf, bracing herself for what she was sure would be a devil of a sting. The pain never came, just the cool sensation of the alcohol evaporating, washing away the crimson stain and revealing unblemished skin. She rubbed at her limb with disbelief as the last of the red was rinsed away, leaving behind nothing. No puncture marks, not even a bruise.

“M-Must have just nicked a capillary, or something…” Joanne whispered, with a sigh of both relief and disbelief. That’s a bit of luck… she thought as she tried not to imagine what those teeth could have done to her.

“At least the son of a bitch gave me a good workout…” she said, feeling a little giddy now that she knew she was unharmed and that the adrenaline high was wearing off.

Her workout clothes were soaked in sweat so she peeled them off and tossed them in the washing machine before turning the knob and stepping under the warm spray. Her hands were still shaking a little as she soaped herself up and she could feel exhaustion creeping in now that her burst of energy was spent. After her heavy chest was covered in a layer of suds she moved on to her belly, once again pinching the soft sides.

“When I said I wanted to loose these, I didn’t mean I wanted a wolf to chew them off…”

A few seconds later she thought she could hear a faint howl over the sound of rushing water, but she figured it was probably just the plumbing. And if it was the wolf, she was safe at home now. You can huff, and puff… she thought to herself, smiling as she washed away the last of her fear along with the soap.

*******

When time came for Joanne to get out of bed, she’d braced herself for some serious aches. She was certain that now that the adrenaline had long worn off she’d feel the strain her body had went through during her daring escape from the jaws of a wild beast. To her surprise, her legs touched the bedroom carpet and took her weight without protest. Looking both drowsy and puzzled, Joanne tried lifting her knees, assuming that any moment her joints would pipe up in protest, but it appeared she’d be spared wobbling and wincing all the day long.

When she went to wash her teeth she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and a look at her warm brown eyes brought to mind a nearly-evaporated part of a dream. She’d been standing, frozen in a world that seemed narrowed down to a circle of lamplight, with nothing in it but her and the wolf. She remembered a different set of eyes then – the yellow, menacing pair, deep-set and surrounded by grey fur. And like in her reality, the wolf hadn’t snarled or barked, just stared at her with that strange determination…

…to do what? Give her a nibble and let her go? She still couldn’t wrap her mind around that. Those things ran down deer, for goodness’ sake! Surely that one could have caught up with a middle-aged housewife playing at being a jogger? What was the point of just giving her a light nibble? Was it some sort of lupine prank? Was the wolf in a cave right now, howling with laughter as he regaled his pack-mates with the story of how he’d made some silly woman break the four-minute-mile?

She shook the ridiculous idea by the time she’d finished her morning ablutions and gotten dressed. She fixed breakfast for herself and Johnny and her son seemed relieved that his mother was acting normal after last night. He did seem a bit surprised when she hugged him goodbye before he went off to his lectures, even though it was a common enough occurrence – a habit Joanne had a hard time breaking.

She knew her son was a bit uncomfortable getting a goodbye hug from his mommy at his age but she loved him for the fact that he still hugged her back every time in spite of that. As she cleared away the dishes, she realized she’d held him a little longer and quite possibly firmer this time. She figured it must be some fear still left over from tonight. Whenever she’d felt troubled it had always made her feel better to clutch her little boy to her chest, a fact that didn’t change even when the boy grew taller than she was and the body she pressed tight against hers became distinctly harder.

Having seen Johnny off, she considered what to do next. Dale’s life insurance and workman’s comp paid enough to support her and Johnny, and Joanne’s job as a substitute teacher was a part-time thing, mainly to get her out of the house every now and then. Her schedule for the week was clear, leaving her with little to do apart from some light housework and cooking dinner. Her thoughts drifted to the jogging routine she’d committed to and the thought of going out again tonight definitely didn’t seem appealing.

But neither did the idea of using a big bad wolf as an excuse to abandon her efforts at getting some exercise. She figured she’d just try working out inside, at least for today. Her outfit was still in the wash, and as she considered which articles of her wardrobe could serve as a replacement, a curious notion popped into her head. Well, I am all alone in here…

She made the decision and quickly remembered to draw the drapes and close the blinds before slipping her clothes off. Joanne felt strangely comfortable, and just a little bit silly standing in the middle of her living room wearing nothing but a smile. She took out her phone and quickly managed to find some videos that seemed like something a beginner like her could handle and got to work. It was certainly enough to get her heart pumping, although she wasn’t sure it was just the exertion. She was quite aware she didn’t have a stitch on, but it felt strangely comfortable. Natural. And some of the stretches she was doing were… well, it was certainly a good thing she’d drawn all the curtains and remembered to lock the…

The thought alone was enough to send the buck-naked Joanne lunging for the front door, as if someone was just about to open it wide and catch her. Her heart only started beating again when the lock clicked, and she wondered what had possessed her to do this. Doing squats while wearing squat? What if someone had come in and seen her. What if Johnny had come back from his lectures earlier and caught sight of…

That one thought was enough to make Joanne more red-faced and short of breath than the entire workout. Figuring she’d worked up enough of a sweat she popped into the shower, emerging a short while later wrapped up in a comfortable and more to the point sensible bathrobe, her brief fling with nudism forgotten. She’d been relaxing in the kitchen for some time when the sound of the front door unlocking made her look up.

“Mom, you home?”

“In here sweetie! Back already?” she called back.

“Yeah, only until the afternoon, then I gotta go back.” Johnny replied as he kicked his shoes off.

“Oh. Want me to whip us up a quick lunch then?”

“Yeah that’d be gre…” Johnny began, but sopped dead at the sight of his mother, standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a slightly confused look on her face. “Uh mom, your… ah, robe…”

Joanne was puzzled by her son’s behavior for a brief second. She wasn’t really dressed to receive company, but her bathrobe was thick, long, fluffy and… It was only when she looked down that her hands clutched the sides and pulled them tight. She hadn’t noticed that it had opened up a little since she’d left the shower, enough to show an indecent amount of cleavage, a pair of shapely thighs and something she hoped dearly Johnny hadn’t caught sight of.

“I’ll…uh… just go get dressed first…” she stammered out, face blushing as she scampered away upstairs.

When she was out of sight Johnny let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Fuck, he hand not been ready for that! His mother had been embarrassed by the little wardrobe malfunction, and the young man wished he’d felt the same. But it wasn’t embarrassment at catching a glimpse of his mom that had his heart beating and color rising to his cheeks. And hopefully that was all that would rise.

“God damn it Johnny, you gotta get over this…” he mumbled to himself.

It was something that weighed heavily on his heart, a burden he couldn’t shift because he daren’t share it with anyone. Growing up he’d had no secrets form his mother and had always felt relief in the knowledge that he could tell her anything. But he’d been keeping something buried inside him for years, something that he couldn’t tell anyone, especially his mother.

The feelings had first surfaced in his early teens, the age when a boy starts noticing girls, and women, in a different light. He’d always thought his mother was beautiful, but with this new interest kindling in his brain his subconscious had started throwing out what he knew were some very bizarre ideas.

At the time he didn’t let it bother him too much. After all he was going through puberty – his hormones were going wild and he was just reacting to the sight of an attractive woman. An attractive woman with whom he enjoyed spending time with and who could make him grin just by flashing him a smile of her own. It was – at worst – an improper crush, and he figured it was bound to pass.

But years had gone by, and so had several girlfriends, and on those occasions he still had an R-rated ream, it was always Joanne joining him in it. And that flash he’d gotten of her bare skin assured him he’d be having one tonight. Part of him wanted to put the image out of his mind and burry it the same way he’d been burying his feelings until now. But another clung to the image of her, full breasts barely covered by the fluffy robe, the sight of her bare legs and just the slightest glimpse of what lay between them. He knew his mom considered herself a little out of shape, but with the vision still fresh in his mind Johnny couldn’t help but be amazed at just how kind the years had been to her.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge the awkward thoughts. His mother would be down soon and he wanted to enjoy lunch with her without these pervy ideas swimming around in his head. After they were done he’d just go upstairs and take a nice cold shower, and hope it would do the trick…

*******

Joanne woke with a start, the fragments of the freshly shattered dream still swimming in front of her eyes. As dreams go it had hardly been a strange one. In it her son was getting ready for a date and he invited the girl in to meet his mother. So why did she have the feeling that she’d just woken from a nightmare? Why was her pulse rapid, her mind filled with fear and tension and the tangled sheets bearing witness to a great deal of tossing and turning?

“Ughhh, of course!” she groaned, noticing that her curtains were open and that the moonlight was bright enough to illuminate the room. “Who could get a decent night’s sleep with that fat lump of silver shining in their face?” she mumbled as she drowsily got up, grabbed the fabric and prepared to yank it closed.

Instead she caught herself staring up at the cloudless night sky and the bright shape hanging in it. It does look pretty, though. she thought idly, lingering for a few moments and taking the sight in. Still a few days short of being full but shining like nobody’s business. After she decided she’d had enough moon-gazing she pulled the curtains together and crawled back under her nice warm comforter. Sleep caught up with her soon enough, and although Joanne was still tossing and turning a short while later her lips were curved upward this time ‘round.

*******

Joanne was sitting in her kitchen, idly scrolling the screen of her phone as she sipped her morning cup of coffee. She generally had enough energy in the morning to get breakfast over with and see Johnny off to his studies before settling down and enjoying a cup in peace. She was barely paying attention to the screen, struggling instead to reconstruct the dream she’d had last night after she’d gone to bed.

It was like trying to grasp a wisp of smoke, but when she finally did she almost snorted coffee out her nose as she began to giggle. She’d been running! A thing that no longer seemed ridiculous now that she’d been jogging for several weeks, but what was funny was that her son was running along with her, and struggling to keep up! Joanne was proud of her progress but the idea that she could outpace a fit young man like Johnny was still ridiculous enough to make her laugh out loud.

Working out had given her a little confidence boost, and her subconscious mind seemed to have taken It a little too far. There was no great difference when she stepped on a scale and while clothed her body looked much the same. But when the clothes were off Joanne could spot the subtle difference, and could feel it under her fingers when she showered. There was a firmness taking shape under the soft curves, and she felt more energized these days.

Johnny had caught up to her, of course. Even her imagination could only push things so far. He’d caught up to her and he… bit her? Joanne’s brow creased as the strange fragment of memory surfaced. She thought at first it might have been influenced by the wolf that had nipped her leg on her first jog and never showed up again. But her son had bitten her on the back of her neck, a fact that seemed strangely significant for some reason. If she could only puzzle out why…

The image of her son biting her seemed to act as a cork of sorts, and once she’d pulled on it hard enough the rest of the dream came spilling out. Joanne found the hand holding the cup to her lips shaking as she lowered it to the table, her mouth agape and eyes wide, staring at nothing as she focused on the images playing inside her mind.

Her heart was racing in her chest just like it had in the dream as Johnny’s body pressed against hers, their clothes suddenly gone, allowing her to feel his hard flesh against her back. There had been a prodding between her legs, unseen but all too familiar as they fell on the grass, the weight of a male on top of her, pinning her in place as the tip quested briefly.

Her hand flew to her mouth, color rising to her cheeks as the tableau replayed itself for her in graphic detail. The feel of her son on her, and then within her, blades of grass tickling her breasts as her body was pushed first down, and then forward once the male on top of her began to thrust. Other flashes swam past her mind’s eye, visions of passionate and at times bestial coupling with her on the ground, braced against a tree, or riding her son’s…

Her next blink seemed to clear the whole thing, leaving her once again seated at her kitchen table, panting softly and grinding her thighs. She could feel a tear running from the corner of one eye as moisture of a feminine nature began to soak into the fabric of her panties. After the pain of Dale’s loss dulled, she’d tried dating again but stopped when the men she’d gone out with failed to ignite the same spark in her that her husband had.

Joanne had reconciled herself that it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and that she’d never feel that way again. She decided to live on treasuring the time she and her late husband had shared, and the son she’d borne him. Little Johnny, who’d always shared a strong resemblance to his father, and especially now that he was no longer little. Her son was now about the same age as Dale had been when they first fell in love…

That was it, she decided – her sleeping brain had simply gotten the wires crossed. Or maybe it was a defense mechanism. Joanne had had intimate dreams about her husband as well, blissfully happy episodes in which he was still alive. Sometimes her mind would replay the scenes from their early life together, and sometimes it picked up where she’d left off, and the two of them were trying for another baby – a little brother or sister for Johnny to play with. All of them would end in heartbreak when she inevitably woke to a bed empty apart from herself.

She got up and left her half-finished cup of coffee, feeling the wet fabric of her underwear stretched across her lips as she walked up the stairs and to her room. No wonder she was having lurid dreams. It had been a bit too long since she’d had a little quality time to herself. Once she was in the familiar privacy of her bedroom, she tossed her clothes off and practically peeled the now soaked panties from her steamy sex. After propping her pillows against the headboard she settled down into a half-sitting position, her legs spread wide enough for her lips to open slightly, the sensation of cool air on her inner petals enough to send a little tingle down her spine.

She considered briefly whether to reach under her bed for the box containing an appliance she had tucked away there. She quickly decided against it, figuring the dream had her hot and bothered enough that she didn’t need the aid of her ‘massager’. She slid one hand down her belly, the digits first brushing over smooth skin, then the small tuft of soft hair just above her mound before the tips slid across her lips.

The gentle touch alone was enough for her back to arch on reflex, and Joanne figured she might as well skip the foreplay. She trailed her fingers one or twice over her dripping mound just to get them wet before slipping one digit deftly between her lips. She let out a long, low moan at the much needed sensation of being filled intimately, even if it was her that was doing the honor. She began to pump her finger on reflex, slipping it in and out of her needy sex as her other hand sought out one of her breasts.

She felt a nipple stiffen against her palm as she gave herself a loving grope before slipping another finger into her dripping honeypot. She felt herself opening up a little further, relishing the feeling of her silken walls stretching around the two digits now pumping away between her legs. Her pinkie and index finger were each pressing into her plump lips, spreading them wide as her palm rested on her clit. She could feel the mess she was making of her hand, and for a strange moment she was sure she could smell her arousal filling the room as surely as her moans and gasps were doing.

She was close, her toes curling as a familiar tension gripped her body and her breathing became labored. She was stunned by just how starved her femininity was for some affection and how quickly she’d managed to get herself this worked up. And when two pumping fingers failed to get her off, Joanne slipped a third in, barely wincing as her flower was forced to stretch even further. She’d always found two fingers filled her nicely enough to get the job done, but as she bucked into her own hand she knew three would be just barely do the trick.

She knew she’d only been at it for a few minutes but she felt like she’d spent an hour being teased and worked up. Her hand was drenched, the noises her fingers were making increasingly sloppy as she pushed them as deep within her as she could reach. Her vision began to dim, and it was only when bits of her dream once again began to float to the surface that Joanne felt like release was at hand.

She bit her lip as her climax hit her, almost hard enough to draw blood. It wasn’t that she was worried that her cries of joy might carry far enough to be overheard, but she had a strong suspicion that her treacherous mouth was trying to utter a name she wouldn’t allow herself to cry out.

*******

The following nights gave Joanne little rest, but she still woke up feeling energized. It was getting harder and harder to act normal around her son, knowing that the moment she fell asleep her subconscious would throw her into wildly debauched visions with him, leaving her mind filled with desperate, perverted thoughts that would stay with her for most of the day. She was sure that it was only a matter of time before she cried his name out in her sleep in a tone that would leave little doubt as to what she was dreaming of. Would he feel as sickened by her as she felt with herself?

It was a few days after her first realization that she woke up to find she was rubbing her thighs together. She could feel the swampy mess between her legs as she mewled pitifully, her dream having shattered just as she was about to achieve sweet release. She spared a glance around the room that was brightly lit by a slim sliver of moonlight shining through the small gap in her curtains.

The thought was enough to make her rise and walk almost trancelike to the window, before she parted the fabric to reveal a full moon shining obscenely bright in the night sky. She found herself staring at the silvery disk, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, her chest heaving until she was practically panting.

And every breath she took was like a bellows fanning the flame between her thighs until she felt like she was burning up down there. A cloying fragrance filled her nostrils and this time she knew she was not imagining it. She could smell her need, the sweetly intimate scent meant to attract a male and spur him to give her what her body craved.

She wasn’t sure if she’d hyperventilated, but she suddenly found herself struggling to focus on the moon as the sky and everything else in her field of vision began to spin. She managed to get back to the edge of her bed just before she lost balance, falling onto the mattress as her entire skin seemed to erupt in needles and pins.

The numbing sensation persisted for a few seconds until she got a powerful urge to stretch. She put her hands on the back of her head and flexed every muscle she could, feeling the familiar sensation of oxygen-rich blood rushing through every fiber in her body as goose-bumps rose on her skin. Even before she’d started working out she enjoyed a nice stretch here and there, but when she stopped stretching her muscles didn’t seem to relax. But the mild exertion had seemed to clear her head a little and leave her feeling energized.

She sat up and the moment she spared a glance at the floor-length mirror in her room she was sure that wolf from her first jog had found her. It took a moment for her to realize the yellow eyes as well as the lupine face in the reflection were her own. She thought for a moment that she was still dreaming, but as she rose from her bed the sight of the wolf-like creature standing in the moonlit room seemed far to vivid.

She stood on the balls of what she would admit were now paws rather than feet, still panting as she examined herself. There were human traces left in the face that stared back at her, buried under grey fur that turned creamy from her chin downwards. A wolf also wouldn’t have the mess of shoulder-length dark hair framing her face, a mane that seemed to be the only part of her left unchanged. Granted, Joanne’s wavy tresses had been wild to begin with, having resisted the attempts of various curlers and straighteners to make it into something more manageable.

Looking down she saw that her nightgown was still clinging to her, although the light comfy garment suddenly felt irritating now that she had a lush fur coat trapped under it. She gripped it with one hand and tore it off her like the whole thing had been made of wet tissue paper, marveling for a second at the strength of her changed body.

Although her curves remained generous and feminine even under her fur she could feel muscles bunching under that softness, hinting at the raw power contained in this body. She was interrupted in her inspection when her nostrils began to flare as it caught the scent of a male and her newly enhanced sense of smell set off fireworks within her mind.

Her body moved without being commanded, chest heaving as she took in the scent, her nose guiding her straight to her son’s bedroom. The nob turned as she twisted it, although she doubted that the door could have kept her out even if it had been locked. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she could feel blood coursing through the powerful, tense musculature of a predator.

When she stepped in the smell of Johnny hit her with a force she hadn’t expected, the burning heat between her legs intensifying to the point that she couldn’t muffle a long, needy whine. The sound had apparently been enough to wake her son, the youth’s eyes going wide at the sight of the wolf-like creature standing in his room.

Joanne’s eyes focused on the movement when she saw him scrabble backwards, and without a command from her brain her muscles bunched and launched her up and forward. Instinct was guiding her movement and all she could do was watch as her clawed hands gripped Johnny’s wrists. She was breathing heavily, but she doubted it was exertion. Leaping upon her son and pinning him seemed to do little to tax the lupine muscles and she suspected her shortness of breath had more to do with the fact she was straddling her son’s crotch.

She could feel the damp patch she was leaving on his boxers as she ground her sex against him, a part of her revolted by the idea that she was getting aroused by this. But her own struggles against the she-wolf proved less effective than Johnny’s, the fit young man thrashing in a vain attempt to throw the massive predator off him.

The idea that he might somehow succeed was enough to draw a growl from deep within Joanne’s chest, her lips curling just enough to show her fangs to the male trapped under her, flashes of white in the pale moonlight illuminating the room. The burning within her legs was even worse now, and she knew instinctively what she needed to put it out. The growl was enough to stop her son from struggling, but the wolfess still kept her golden eyes on his as she took one clawed hand from his wrist.

Johnny had been sure he was having an insanely-vivid nightmare at first, but the rush of adrenaline surging through him quickly dispelled that idea. Even though it seemed impossible, the body of the wolf-like creature pinning him was definitely real. When one hand was released he considered trying to throw the thing off, but those intense eyes remained locked on his in a silent warning not to.

The free paw made short work of the t-shirt he’d worn to sleep, rending the fabric but fortunately not his skin. He held his breath as the paw reached lower down, dreading the thought of what those claws might do and after a yank and a tearing sound he was glad that all the wolfess was holding was the tattered remnants of his boxers.

And there was little doubt in his mind that his assailant was female. There was enough moonlight spilling through the window for him to get more than a good glimpse of the heavy breasts gracing the beast’s broad chest, round globes covered in cream-colored fur apart from the bare areolas in the center of each heaving mound.

He became aware of another part of the she-wolf that was bare of fur as something soft and moist pressed against his tumescent shaft. His breath caught in his throat at the sensation of what could only be the female’s lupine sex pressing against his member, the beast straddling him letting out an altogether different growl as she began to grind the hot mound against him.

Thinking the creature might be a little distracted he tried to shift and move from under her, but the moment he did one paw shot out with lightning speed, pressing against his chest just below his neckline. The claws were poking into his throat and he knew it would take only a slight twitch of the wolfess’ paws to drive them in. He relaxed again, letting out a ragged breath and going limp under the snarling predator.

Part of Joanne felt horrible for treating her son this way, but she knew deep down that even in this strange state of mind she couldn’t truly bring herself to hurt him. But she needed him to stay still, and her mate had to know she was in control. Despite his attempt to flee, she could feel one part of him responding to her need, and it was the part she needed. She could feel his swelling shaft against her sensitive mound, the stirring maleness that she desperately wanted inside her. The thought alone was enough to make her redouble her efforts, her hips sliding up and down the length as she smeared her juices over Johnny, making sure he carried her scent just as she would carry his by the time she was ready to release him.

As she ground her crotch against her son’s stiffening shaft, she became aware the growing length wasn’t pressed between two plump lips, the underside sliding against the more delicate petals hidden between them. She guessed that her privates must have changed along with the rest of her anatomy, and imagined what she must look like down there – a dark canine spade, swollen with need as it was rubbed lovingly against a male’s member, it’s tri-fold lips just itching to feel the head of that cock wedge itself between them before she was forced to spread around the throbbing length…

She heard herself let out a strange barking sound, her new ears easily picking up the note of frustration in the bestial vocalization. She needed her son inside her, feeling like she would lose what little of her mind was left if her sex remained empty much longer. With that in mind she lowered her front until her nipples were brushing against Johnny’s muscular chest, savoring the delightfully electric feeling of her skin on his as she swiveled her hips. She trailed her new canine muff along the shaft until the head just slipped past and angled her rear a little before changing direction. She kept her eyes on her son’s, her paws on his chest as the tip of his cock found her opening, the blunt head catching for one delicious second before Joanne slid slowly lower, careful not to let it slip.

A low murring rumbled from her chest as the head of Johnny’s member began to spread her open, the sensation of a male entering her at once new and achingly familiar. She could imagine her new sex opening up for her chosen mate, her body eagerly accepting what she’d been denying it all these years. When she was sure shed caught him she arched her back and thrust her hips against the shaft, throwing her head back and letting out a long, low whine as several inches sunk between her legs.

The plaintive note, coming as it did from a creature that was holding his life in its paws, surprised Johnny, but not nearly as much as the expression on the lupine face when the she-wolf once again looked down at him. The threat was gone from the intense yellow eyes, and the way they were looking at him now was enough for him to forget the silken vise gripping his manhood. The expression was at once serene and desperate, a face laid bare and no longer capable of hiding anything from him. It was still an alien visage on a creature he’d never knew existed, but now that warmth had entered those eyes something else clicked into place. The unruly tousle of dark hair framing that face as it hung down was familiar. He’d seen it do that when he was a child, every time his mother leaned down to kiss him good night.

“M-mom?” he asked, his voice less steady than he’d like as a moist lupine sex slid further along his length. There was a silent acknowledgement of the title in the wolfess’ eyes, but no change in her attitude, no spark of revelation that would stop his mother from pushing her hips further down.

Instead of igniting reason in her brain, Johnny instead felt it drain from his own, driven out by the sensations and the realization that the thing he’d always been ashamed of for secretly desiring was about to happen. He was powerless to stop it and one look at lupine face of the buxom creature straddling him told him she had no intention of quitting.

The wolfess his mother had apparently become pushed her muzzle against his neck and Johnny found himself holding his breath. He could feel the warm huffs against his bare skin as she sniffed him, tensing at the low and somehow approving growl she let out as she rubbed the muzzle against his neck. It was at once an affectionate gesture, as well as a dominant one, since he could feel her fangs rubbing against the delicate skin.

Realizing that this was going to happen and that he was powerless to do anything, Johnny decided he’d be damned if he was going to allow guilt and shame to ruin it. He’d never imagined it happening like quite like this, but he couldn’t deny how his body was reacting to it. As his mother leaned over him he could feel the weight of her fur-covered breasts resting lightly against his own chest, the tickle of the soft fuzz contrasting with the sensation of two stiff nubs brushing against his skin.

But all paled to the feeling of his shaft being swallowed by his mother’s body, inch after inch disappearing into the warm lupine sex. Johnny was by no means a virgin, but he’d never felt anything quite like it, and he wondered if his mother had changed down there as well. He felt like the lips of her sex were gripping him, clenching and relaxing with every inch that slid past them as more and more of him was enveloped by the she-wolf’s dripping cunny.

As the maleness stretched her and the blunt tip prodded deeper and deeper within her, Joanne tried to go slow and savor the sensual experience despite that part of her that insisted she do what instinct demanded. It had been too long since she’d felt this – a living, throbbing maleness pushing deeper and deeper into the most intimate parts of her, the walls of her sex wrapping around the warm length until she could feel someone else’s heart beating within her.

Her keen ears also picked up on the sounds of a living lover reacting to her, the shuddering breaths, the subtle grunts of the male she was taking inside her, as well as the increasingly moist sounds coming from further down. The soft fur covering her didn’t seem to make her skin any less sensitive, and she could feel the way the body under hers tensed and twitched. She recognized a young man’s instinctive urge to breed, the same urge she felt burning within that part of her body her son’s member was throbbing in and a thrill ran through her at the realization that it was her dominance that held those urges in check.

Joanne wanted to experience the power she could feel in Johnny’s muscular form, to lift her tail and goad the male into giving her what she desired, but she sensed some part of him still resisted the idea. She sensed this had to happen, and in order to ensure it did she would remain in control, at least for now. Just the thought of what was to come stripped her of her patience, her hips sliding back until she’d taken every last inch of her son and mate within her.

“Mmmmh… mine!”

The words, coming as they did inches from his ear were enough to make Johnny shudder, although he wasn’t sure why. He felt like the simple word, uttered in a familiar voice but with unfamiliar intensity had shattered the life he knew, like they had pushed him past that barrier he’d been so unwilling to cross on his own.

It was also profoundly true. The wolfess his mother had turned into had him, her warm sex hugging every inch of his shaft while the rest of him was trapped under what, despite its lush feminine curves, was the body of a predator. And with her breath hot against his throat while a more intense heat enveloped his manhood, he could no longer muster the will to resist this.

It was a subtle thing, but Joanne could feel her son’s body relaxing under her, the muscles that had been tense with panic and terror relaxing as Johnny accepted what was to happen. And the very thought was enough for her new lupine mound to gush as she swiveled on her new mate’s crotch, whimpering eagerly as the trapped shaft stroked the velvety walls molded around it. She felt the masculine length twitch in response, her new lupine sex clenched firmly around the base of the throbbing member.

Johnny felt the muzzle leave his neck a few seconds before his mother raised her head up to look at him. Her eyes were still the intense yellow of a wolf, but they were slightly lidded now, a recognizably human expression on the bestial face, and a familiar one. The lupine visage was still imposing, the teeth hidden in that muzzle no less sharp, but he could now recognize the feminine allure in it, as well as a desire buried too deep for too long. The canine muzzle parted just a little and he thought his mother was about to speak again when it was suddenly lowered, the lupine lips pressing against his own just before a long, nimble tongue slipped into his mouth.

There came another low growl, one he could feel a great deal more intimately, but this one sent an altogether different shiver up his spine. The sound was dominant, but the tongue in his mouth was playful as it toyed with his own, as if trying to coax it into the wolf’s muzzle. The human male accepted the invitation, trying to ignore the sharpness of those impressive teeth as he kissed the wolfess back, drawing another growl from her as her sex clenched around him.

The burning returned to Joanne’s loins, an urging for her to breed with the male under her, but she kept her hips as still as she could on top of her son’s crotch. The animal urges would be satisfied, since the new-born wolfess knew she wouldn’t this room without the seed of the male her heart had chosen. But before she let the wolf take what it wanted, the woman in her needed something as well.

This was her son under her, a fact that should have filled her with shame and revulsion, but those feelings seemed gone now that this was actually happening. She loved her boy deeply, maybe deeper than she’d ever realized, and if they were going to take this next step she wanted him to know it. Her heart fluttered in her fur-clad chest when she felt Johnny’s tongue slipping into her muzzle, and the growl she responded with was almost a purr. It was, in a way, more intimate than the connection they shared lower down. He was a young man in his prime, and his erection was merely a sign of his ability to mate, rather than his willingness. But nobody could be forced or scared into kissing like this…

It was only when she heard her son’s muffled grunt that Joanne realized the she-wolf would no longer be held back. Without realizing it she’d been swiveling her hips and grinding her canine spade against her mate’s crotch, the lupine sex wrapped tight around the shaft spearing it as the blunt head occasionally prodded against a barrier deep inside her.

Joanne only broke the kiss when her lungs began to scream for more air than her nose could draw in, her mouth remaining parted even after her head was pulled up. Her breathing seemed loud to her keen new ears and she knew her tongue was lolling out just a little as she panted. Hands planted on the mattress she began to slide her hips forward, her back arching outward as the sensation of her new sex clinging tightly to her son’s shaft mixed with the almost heart-rending feeling of emptiness it left behind.

Part of her wanted to just push back onto him, to hold him tight and grind and buck against him until this burning stopped or she collapsed from exhaustion, but even the wolf within her had more sense. That was not mating, a voice within her seemed to say, insisting she needed more than the young man’s seed inside her. She needed to feel a wild rut, sweet and painful at the same time as the friction drove them both past the point of no return. Only when her mate began to pump his seed into her would she take every inch of him, holding him inside until every last drop was spent within her sex.

She kept sliding off her son until only his head was still inside her, her new femininity holding it securely as Joanne paused for a fraction of a second. It took even less than that for her to sheathe him within her once again, her back arching at the same time her round rump slid back, the yelp torn from her throat masking the squelch as the force of the motion pushed some of their juices from her despite the seal her lupine lips had around the human member.

She felt the fur on the back of her neck bristle at the almost violent re-entry and the possessive way her sex squeezed around the throbbing length, clinging to it even as she slid along it once again. Joanne had always been more than a little sensitive down there even after her son was born, and had always preferred long, tender lovemaking sessions with her husband, filled with soft moans and gentle caresses.

Dale had been quite well endowed, and when he was inside her Joanne always felt like she was filled and stretched to her limit. Gentle thrusts felt heavenly, but she couldn’t stop herself from wincing in pain whenever they became more intense, a cue for her lover to slow down. Johnny was every bit as gifted as his father had been and Joanne’s lupine sex felt as tight as around a male as her human mound had been, but as she rode the slick member she felt neither the need nor the inclination to slow down.

She still felt a twinge of pain when she drove her hips down on the prone male’s length, and another when the tip pushed briefly against her cervix, but instead of making her wince it just seemed to fan the flames burning in her loins. Maybe it was this new body – the muscles she felt flexing under the soft fur, the strength and power that made her feel like a fierce she-wolf rather than a gentle housewife.

Her ears swiveled as the mattress under them began to creak, protesting the violent mating even if her lover wasn’t. She could feel the muscles along her back flexing as it arched inwards and outwards, driving her hips up and down the fleshy spire penetrating her with savage force and a feral intensity. Yet she felt no fatigue in those muscles, no matter how much she exerted herself. She knew this mad pace wouldn’t stop until she achieved release, even if the bed fell apart under them.

She felt her breasts swaying and bouncing on her chest with the wild motions of her hips, the now fluffy globes heavy as ever but riding just a little higher on her chest. Looking down at her son she saw his eyes glued to the ripe mounds, a grin splitting her muzzle at the sight of naked lust on her young lover’s face.

She reached out and grabbed the back of his head, and before Johnny knew what was going on she’d pulled him up against her chest, burying his face in the little tuft of fur just above her cleavage. The wolfess closed her eyes and let out a long, low murr when she felt puffs of breath against the feather-soft fur as her son and mate took in her scent. She watched approvingly as he reached out with his hands, fumbling a little with his face still buried in her bosom until his fingers brushed against the sides of her furry globes.

Her chest rumbled again, and a moment later she felt Johnny’s strong hands cupping her lupine mounds. She could feel his fingers making little furrows in the thick fluff covering her breasts and failed to suppress a whimper when the boy’s thumbs found the bare patches and the rock-hard nipples tickling out of them. The fact that lush fur covered most of her chest only seemed to make the sensation of Johnny’s digits on her areolae more electric, and the bucking wolfess found herself clenching her jaws tight when the thumbs brushed against her sensitive nubs.

The sounds his mother had let out as he caressed her ripe mounds drained the last bit of tension from the young man trapped under her. The noises had been as bestial as they were amorous, but with his face buried in the downy fur of her bosom, the growls of the female riding him took on an entirely different meaning. He could feel his own chest expanding as he took long, deep breaths, drawing in the scent of the writhing she-wolf. It was a familiar and comforting fragrance, and it took him a few more moments tor realize the wolfess’ fur smelled just like his mother’s hair, something he’d been smelling more often ever since he’d outgrown his mother and their hugs placed his nose just above her head.

But as much as the scent roused something deep inside him, it was a tactile sensation he found himself focusing on. His guilty dreams had conjured many scenarios in which he’d ended up fondling Joanne’s lush chest, cupping and caressing the feminine flesh in an effort to coax a few moans and sighs from the woman on whose chest they rested.

In those dreams his fingers had been brushing over smooth skin and it felt strange that they were now making little tracks in the soft, dense fur covering them as he fondled the heavy globes. The tiny hairs seemed to tickle his palms but he could still feel the heat and softness of the majestic teats they were covering.

He felt around with his thumbs until they’d brushed against those inviting little circles of smooth skin, pressing a little harder when they touched on the stiff nubs in their centers and drawing more lusty growls from his lupine lover. Maybe it was the fact that they were the only bare parts of her breasts that made them so responsive, or maybe his mother was just naturally sensitive there. Whatever the case was, he knew she’d gotten the same thrill out of the touch as he did when the canine femininity clenched around him, causing his shaft to flex within the dripping spade sliding along it.

Part of Joanne felt content just to keep her son’s face buried between her breasts, thrusting her chest out into his caressing hands as she ground her crotch against his. But as heavenly it felt to have the stiff young cock buried as deep within her as any man had ever been, the fire between her legs was still burning, and it would take more than tender lovemaking to quench it.

With some reluctance she pulled herself up, releasing her son’s face from its fluffy confines and lifting her breasts away from his loving touch. She sat up straight, straddling his crotch and murring as the twitching shaft trapped insider her shifted and prodded the walls of her sex. She placed her hands against her son’s firm abs, the claws poking a little just below his chest as she swiveled her hips a few times as if she was trying to get comfy.

Looking down at her son’s face she was glad there was no fear left in his eyes, but she couldn’t help but notice they weren’t exactly glued to a fearsome part of her. With her paws together on his stomach her heavy breasts were squeezed between her arms and Joanne couldn’t help but bask in the wide-eyed awe on her young lover’s face as he brazenly stared at the sight of her fluffy cleavage.

The eyes dimmed a little when she began to lift her rump, her canine sex clinging to the slick length as she rose gently before driving her hips down with enough force to make Johnny groan. She found herself biting off a yip herself as the shaft sheathed itself perfectly within her, sparing only a second to grind her dripping spade against her son’s crotch before repeating the maneuver.

Her heart was beating in her ears but she could still pick out the groans and grunts of the male under her as well as the more pained sounds of the bed as both the springs and the wooden frame begged for mercy. She was past caring at this point – every time she pushed herself down all the way she’d feel the tip of her lover’s cock prodding as deep within her as a male could reach, pressing against the very entrance to her womb before she slid off him only to thrust back down again.

She realized her eyes had been closed when she felt hands land on her hips and a low growl left her throat on instinct. A smile spread across her muzzle when the hands shifted a little lower, settling for cupping her generous furry cheeks instead. Her son had gotten the message perfectly – touching was fine, but she was in control.

As she sped up she wondered just what the limits of this lupine body were. It seemed to her like she’d been riding her son for ages, her movements only becoming more and more vigorous as her climax approached, but she felt no fatigue whatsoever. Her tongue was lolling from her mouth but the pants leaving the delicate muzzle were evidence of excitement rather than exhaustion as she continued to slam her speared muff against the mess she’d made of her son’s crotch.

But no matter how wild and violent her humping got, release remained out of reach even as the pleasure of the mating rose past anything Joanne had ever felt. She knew deep down what her body was waiting for, and just the thought of that steely shaft erupting within her was enough to make her whimper eagerly. Part of her knew it was wrong, that she should at least try and avoid having her own son finish inside her, but she doubted there was anything that could have pried her off of him at this point.

She knew he was close before he’d tightened his grip of her fluffy cheeks, her lupine ears having picked up on the moment when his groans turned to grunts, as if he was growling along with her. He had strong hands, and as his fingers dug into the pliant flesh of her pillowy behind she found her body responding, the muscles surrounding the shaft tightening around the pistoning length, trying to push the young male past the point of no return and get him to give Joanne what she desperately needed.

The grip her sex had on him allowed her to feel intimately when his head began to swell inside her, her hips slamming down until the tip was as deep within her body as she could get him. Her paws slid along his hard stomach and even in the dim light she could see the lines her claws were leaving. If the scratches caused her son any pain it didn’t show in his face as he looked up at her, eyes foggy and mouth parted.

The moment the first pulse traveled up the rigid length she felt her new lupine spade clench around the base of his shaft in a way her human slit never had. She’d been aware during her ride that her clit had moved a little bit inside the tri-fold muff that now looked like a dark ring wrapped around her son’s cock. The feel of the smooth length rubbing against the sensitive nub had been a thrill during her humping, but with her hips finally still it allowed her to feel the twitches and throbs of the male organ with amazing clarity. And once the first warm jet hit her cervix, the wolfess vision began to dim, the muscles in her abdomen clenching as the full force of her climax hit her.

“M-mine!” she half-whined and half-growled out, her jaw clenching as her hips began to move again, grinding her sex against her lover while beeing careful not to let even a fraction of an inch slip out.

When a sudden urge to open her mouth came upon her Joanne made sure to keep her jaw clenched tight. She knew what the she-wolf wanted to do as her body milked the spurting shaft, drawing out every drop of seed her mate had to give her. Her muzzle had risen on reflex, her ears flicked back but Joanne won a small victory and kept the howl trapped in her heaving chest. In her lust fogged mind it wouldn’t make the neighborhood worry there were dangerous animals roaming at night. At that moment she saw no difference between howling out like a wolf and screaming “Ahhh! Johnny, I’m cumming!” at the top of her lungs. She settled instead for just plaintive whines as her nostrils flared and her canine sex continued to pulse around the member hilted in her, keeping every drop of her son’s seed within her body.

A sudden need to be as close to him as possible hit her, and following the instinctive urge Joanne draped herself across her son’s chest, rumbling contentedly at the contact of fur on flesh and the sensation of her soft chest pressing against the smooth hardness of his own. An almost drunken grin graced her muzzle as she felt the curious but unmistakable sensation of her tail wagging as she pushed her nose against Johnny’s neck and began to lick the sensitive skin.

After the desperate need and the wild mating the post-coital afterglow filled her with profound bliss even as her nose filled with the subtle scent of her lover as his perspiration cooled on naked skin and something far more intimate filled the part of her where a fire had been burning mere moments ago. At some point she became aware of Johnny’s grip on her hand-filling cheeks weakening, and looking up to meet his gaze she could tell that the fear and exhaustion had taken their toll and that he was losing the fight to keep his eyelids open.

Even as he sunk back to sleep, Joanne remained curled up on top of him, feeling his heart and breathing slow down as his shaft softened and began to withdraw from her. She remained as she was – her font draped over her lover as she straddled his hips, until she felt him finally slip out of her, followed by a small trickle of his seed from her well-bred spade.

She got up, the wolfess in her taking a second to admire the red scratches on her mate’s flesh, while the mother in her remembered to pull his blanket up since the tatters she’d made of his clothes wouldn’t do to keep him warm. After she did, she padded out on silent paws, feeling a wonderfully pleasant soreness between her legs as she got back to her room.

*******

Johnny woke up long before his alarm rang, while the sky was still slate-grey and his vision filled with what he was sure had to be a dream. It had been vivid, but the scene of his mother turned into some sort of half-wolf pouncing on him and riding him to completion defied reason. Throwing off his blanket gave him the proof he’d needed – his tattered shirt and boxers, the claw-marks on his chest and abs, and the scent of sex that had been trapped under the thick fabric. It had been real, but he’d drifted off right after it happened, and his subconscious brain had ben replaying the event until just now.

The thought of his mother brought on a burst of both adrenalin and clarity as he looked around his room, finding neither a woman nor a wolfess present. Panic gripped his chest as he leapt out of bed and rushed down the hall to his mother’s bedroom, twisting the knob only to find it locked.

“Mom?” he called out, and after getting no response pressed his ear to the door. He heard the sound of muffled sobbing and found himself letting out a breath he’d never realized he was holding in. He wasn’t thrilled to hear his mother weeping but he felt some relief knowing she was still here. One look at his trembling hand was enough to remind him of his childhood, and the nightmares he’d had after his father died in which he’d wake up to find his mother had disappeared as well, leaving him alone.

“Mom, open up! Please…” he said, softening his tone in the hopes of getting a reply.

“I… I can’t. Don’t… want to hurt you…” came a soft reply, words choked out between sobs.

“You didn’t hurt me and you won’t. I don’t think you can, no matter what’s happened to you. And I don’t know what that could be but I’m not going to leave you alone like this. I’m going in, and it’s up to you to save us both the trouble of replacing your bedroom door.” He finished and put his ear back to the wood. There was the sound of a few more sobs and sniffs, followed by rustling and shuffling. Johnny took a step back from the door, unsure of what he’d see once it was opened.

As it happened it was his mother looking at him, her lips still trembling, the red-rimmed eyes and the moist trails down her cheeks telling him that she’d failed to snatch even the few hours of sleep he’d managed to get.

The truth was Joanne had little trouble sleeping. The wolfess had felt no guilt over what she’d done. The wolfess had gone to bed happy and content after she’d cleaned herself up. She blushed at the surfacing memory of herself reclining and holding one of her legs up and against her chest while she bent down, the length of her lupine neck, muzzle and tongue allowing her to reach her spade and lick up the pearly-white goo oozing from the puffy sex. The memory of how she’d savored the scent and taste of her son only made her feel more revolted with herself.

Her eyes were pointed at the floor, but she forced herself to try and look her son in the eyes. As they slid up she found blood rushing to her face when she realized Johnny had rushed to her room without putting anything on. Tatters of his t-shirt hung from the sleeves, but his underwear was gone and Joanne found herself forcing her eyes upwards. She winced when she saw the claw-marks she’d made hours before, feeling a fresh wave of guilt assail her. She felt another sob trying to escape her throat, but when her eyes reached his own she wound up holding her breath.

Johnny’s hand was no longer shaking when he brushed a few unruly locks from his mother’s face, giving him a better view of the same doe-like eyes he’d remembered. The fierceness was gone from them as well, from both her eyes and her posture. Joanne was standing in front of him, clutching the heavy comforter around her as if it was the only thing holding her up.

It was probably the sight of his mother looking so distraught and vulnerable that made him throw his arms around her without even thinking, instinctively slipping back into their shared way of coping with sorrow. She seemed surprised at first, but a few moments later he felt her arms wrapping around him, her face buried in his neck and the smell of her hair filling his nostrils with every deep breath.

He felt some of the tension drain from her as they took comfort from each other, until he realized that the more literal comforter that his mother had been wrapped in had parted when she hugged him back. He could feel the heat of her bare flesh against his and when she shifted slightly he became aware that his boxers were still laying in tatters on his bed. He didn’t want to push his mother away, feeling that she needed this, but after last night holding her this close with her bare chest pressed tight against his own was causing his body to react.

Joanne clung to her son, feeling something deep inside her beeing restored by this simple gesture, this reminder of the bond that had seen them through dark times before. She didn’t even realize that there was nothing covering her front as she hugged her child close, remaining blissfully ignorant of anything but the heat of his body against hers until something brushed against one bare thigh. Johnny must have noticed the same thing, and as she felt her son tense up a little in her embrace she forced herself to unwrap her arms from around him. After pulling away she clutched the edges of her comforter, pulling it closed and allowing Johnny to guide her to her bed.

“Mom, do you know anything about… what happened last night?”

The question came after what had seemed like an hour-long silence, and after taking a deep if ragged breath Joanne told her son the whole thing – the strange attack of the wolf during her jog, finding the wound healed completely by the time she got back home. She even told him about the dreams she’d been having although she couldn’t look him in the eyes as she recounted those parts. They had been shameful, but she knew she had something worse to be ashamed about.

“Johnny, I’m… sorry. I… I forced myself on you…” she said, her throat tightening as she confessed to what she’d been accusing herself of since she’d woken – that she’d raped her own child.

“Mom, you didn’t. I…” Johnny started, swallowing past a lump in his throat before continuing. “I love you. And not just like a son loves a mother. I’d… I’d felt like that for ages but I knew it was wrong so I buried it, kept it inside me. I was sure that if you ever found out you’d be disgusted with me, and that only made me feel worse. Last night was… strange… but I don’t regret a thing about it.”

As he finished Joanne’s face became a mask of hopeful disbelief. Last night was bliss, but it was the thought that she’d violated her son that had her weeping, the fear that she’d broken the bond that was the most important thing in her life. She knew that he’d enjoyed it on some level, and she still carried evidence of it within her. But that was a physiological reaction. What she heard in Johnny’s voice was different – an emotional, romantic one…

The ache in her heart was gone, and it was now beating so fiercely that she wondered if Johnny could hear it. There was only ever one man that could make it do that, and she’d always seen some of Dale in her son’s face. But now he was looking at her the way her long lost love had and she felt like the heart beating in her chest was about to burst. She knew it was wrong. Her son knew it too. But it didn’t stop him from leaning towards her, nor did it stop her from doing the same until their lips were an inch apart and any hope of stopping was gone.

She managed a few shuddering breaths before her lips met her son’s and the soft yet desperate kiss left her breathless. It was tender and loving but at the same time filled with a passion bottled up for too long. It convinced her in a way more than Johnny’s words could that her son desired her as a woman, and that she hadn’t broken their bond last night when the wolf had guided her actions. What wound up broken was a barrier between them that society insisted on but one that Joanne knew neither of them would miss.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes once again but it wasn’t a sob the kiss was muffling as she reached out with both hands, placing one on Johnny’s firm chest while the other stroked along his cheek and jaw. The comforter had slipped after she’d reached out and she knew her heavy breasts were bare once again, but she had no intention of covering up. There was no one there apart from her son and her body was his to look at and to touch, just as his was hers.

She wondered if Johnny had read her mind, or if it was just nature taking its course, but just as she felt one hand slip into the mess of dark locks framing her face, another reached out so slowly that she could feel the heat of it on her bare breast before she felt his touch. She moaned into the kiss, thrusting her chest out a little against her son’s palm, feeling a thrill as he cupped the ripe mound. His touch was gentle but confident, so much so that Joanne couldn’t help but wonder just how long he’d been fantasizing about doing this. The thought brought on a pang of loss, bringing to mind just how many precious years they’d wasted, denying themselves what they desired for the sake of propriety.

But the urge to explore their new relationship outweighed any regret, and Joanne found her hand drifting downwards from her son’s chest, her nipple stiffening against his palm as her fingers brushed along the firm muscles covering his flat stomach, wondering how many inches it would take until they found what they were looking for.

A second or two later she felt something warm and slightly spongy brush against her wrist and her hand left her young lover’s abs to wrap lovingly around the physical manifestation of his affections. Her eyebrows rose a little as she realized just what a handful her son really was, and she gave an eager little moan into their kiss when the semi-hard length flexed in her loving grip. It had been a while, but it didn’t seem to take more than that to remind Joanne how to handle one of these things. She slid her hand down with a gentle touch, and tightened her hold on the shaft when she stroked up. Her son’s muffled groan told her she hadn’t lost her touch, and her lips curled a little when he responded to the challenge by giving her breast a good squeeze, hefting the heavy globe and pushing it against her chest.

Although it was a very gentle push, Joanne found herself leaning further and further back, until their kiss was broken and her back was on the mattress. She swung her legs up onto the bed and looked adoringly at her son as his eyes roamed her body. The awe and desire written across his face made her heart flutter, and for a moment it was as if she caught the image of how he saw her in his eyes, a reflection more flattering than anything her mirror had ever shown her.

Johnny was finding it hard to catch his breath, his lips still parted as he feasted his eyes on the sight of the woman who he’d secretly desired for years. Her smooth, milky skin was a far cry from the lush fur of the wolfess that had pounced him, and her posture as she reclined with her chest heaving was more one that begged to be pounced on.

Her frame also didn’t have the predator’s musculature, the feminine curves looking a good deal softer, although he could tell her jogging had paid off. It didn’t make her look young, but it had imbued her with a healthy vitality that hinted she could keep up with a much younger lover. Her left hand was gripping the forearm of her right arm, which was outstretched so that her palm was resting against the patch of soft hairs on the top of her mound. It gave her a coy and bashful look, and also served to squeeze together the breasts that had spread across her chest, framing them and making it almost impossible for Johnny to drag his eyes from them.

He eventually did, his gaze meeting Joanne’s and the soft, beckoning look she was giving him. Her full, creamy thighs parted as he climbed into bed and on top of her, planting his palms on either side of her head. He was still keeping most of his weight off her but the feel of skin on skin was electric, the dreams and guilty fantasies failing to compare to this moment.

He saw his mother smile, even though there were still tears lingering in the corners of her eyes, reaching out with one hand to pull his head down into another kiss, while her other hand reached out for him as well. He fought the urge to thrust into her palm as her fingers once again closed around his shaft, but instead of stroking him she gently pulled his tip downward.

Joanne felt like there was an electric current running up and down her arm as she carefully guided her son’s shaft, angling him lower unstill she could feel the tip brush gently over her clit before sliding between her lips. When he was nestled safely within her cleft she removed her hand, wrapping her arm around him as he pulled him down and pressed his lips against hers. After last night she wanted to give herself to her lover and feel him take her.

“Make love to me, Johnny…” she husked, breaking their kiss only long enough to get the words out.

Once she felt her son gently push past her moist folds she moaned into the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth even as his shaft began to enter her. She could feel her heart flutter as her back arched on instinct, savoring the slow and gentle progress of a male into her most intimate depths. She was still sore after their first time, paying the price for the she-wolf’s wild rutting, but the overwhelming stimulation of her still tender flesh and the occasional twinge of pain seemed like such a small price to pay.

His progress was slow, and so gentle that she wondered if he was that considerate, or if mating with a wolfess had taken a similar toll on his body. After that initial coupling her loins no longer burned, the maddening sensation from last night giving way to a warmth that seemed to spread through the rest of her as her body eagerly accepted her new lover.

She was surprised when the sensation of her son bottoming out inside her almost made her have a small climax, her toes curling as their kiss muffled a small but telling cry. She wrapped both arms around her son’s chest, pulling him down onto her as she moaned into his mouth. She reveled in the warmth of his body on hers, the way her breasts pressed against his chest whenever she took a deep breath and the comforting weight of him laying on top of her.

She felt like she could have spent hours like that, holding her son and lover in such an intimate way she couldn’t tell where her body ended and his began. But there were other needs to consider, not the least of which was the need to breathe. She broke their kiss reluctantly, sucking on her son’s lower lip as a little farewell as they both took in gulps of air. She was panting as if she was a wolf again, and not being able to spare enough breath to speak she gave her son a little nod.

She was sure he could feel her shudder under him as he slowly slid out, stopping until he was half-way past her wet sex before plunging back in. He kept going even after he’d bottomed out inside her, making Joanne gasp as her hips were pushed up a little on the bed. The sound was encouraging enough to make the boy repeat the maneuver, and Joanne found herself biting her lower lip to stop herself from crying out.

There was part of Johnny that was terrified that this would end, as it so often had, with him waking up, the feeling of bliss and joy washed away by waves of guilt and disgust. But no dream had been this vivid, and they’d all paled in comparison to the real thing. Sex had never felt like this, enveloping him mind and soul, so completely that if the word were to end in the next few minutes he doubted he’d notice.

All of his attention was focused on the woman who meant everything to him, the same woman moaning softly next to his ear every time his shaft struck a sensitive spot inside her, urging him to find it again and see what sort of other noises he could coax out past those lips. It was unlike any girl he’d ever been with, and at once similar and different to the episode with the she-wolf hours earlier. The passion was the same, although soft fur had given way to smooth, silky skin, the toned lupine musculature to something a good deal more pillowy.

Gone was the animalistic force which had riven his mother to pounce on him, the savage rutting that had served to break the wall between them. She was now docile but far from passive, reacting in subtle little ways to his every touch and movement. He could feel the stiff nipples on those full breasts poking into his chest as she held him close, and the wild beat of her heart under the feminine flesh, the subtle caresses of her sex along his shaft and her fingers tangled in his hair. Even the warmth of her breath near his ear as she panted, occasionally letting out a little moan or making a cooing noise.

Joanne found herself lifting her legs and spreading them a little bit wider, angling her hips to try and get as much of her lover inside her silken tunnel. Only yesterday she’d been disgusted with the idea of sex with her own son, but with Johnny in her and on her she couldn’t convince herself that it was wrong. This was someone who loved her, and who she cared for more than anything else in the world, locked together in this highest expression of intimacy.

The shaft sliding in and out of her welcoming sex felt like it was made to measure, stretching her just enough to make feel full as the delicate walls of her sex caressed the throbbing length. She would occasionally bite her lip to stifle a cry that she felt was a little too loud but she made sure her son heard the softer sounds his thrusts were coaxing out of her. She could feel his cock shifting inside her, poking and prodding until he forced a revealing squeak or gasp from her.

When he finally found just the right spot Joanne was sure she’d given it away by the way her arms tightened around him and her legs rose just a little higher. She felt him speed up, his strokes now shorter but more forceful as he pummeled that spot inside her that made her vision blur and her toes curl. Strange noises were leaving her mouth, high-pitched and plaintive as her son’s thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

She let the pleasure mount until she felt like she was about to burst, the teeth digging into her bottom lip failing to muffle the eager mewling noises she was making as her world narrowed down to the sensations coming from between her legs. She felt her tunnel tighten around the pistoning shaft, the sensation of her son filling her becoming even more intense as it pushed her over.

Her arms tightened until her pillowy breasts were crushed against his chest, and Joanne felt like the only thing stopping her heart from bursting from her chest was the feeling of Johnny’s beating next to it. She bucked her hips as the muscles in her abdomen began to twitch, her sex gushing around the member tirelessly sliding in and out of it.

Her son seemed as tireless as she had been last night, his rhythm never faltering even when wet noises began to accompany every slap of his hips against her. The vigorous pumping seemed to prolong her climax into more than the simple release that she could give herself – the attentive and practiced touches that had seemed enough until just a few days ago. She couldn’t help but remember what the wolfess had said when she first took her mate inside her, and what she’d repeated as she climaxed around the shaft even now pistoning in and out of her oversensitive sex – mine! It had seemed like a claim at the time, the powerful predator pronouncing her dominance, but now it struck Joanne as stating the obvious. Johnny was hers, as much as she was his.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” she heard him grunt, feeling the shaft swell just a little bit within her.

Part of her insisted they were taking things too far and that she couldn’t let her child finish inside her, but even as she opened her mouth to ask him to pull out nothing even barely intelligible came out. And it probably didn’t matter. If she wasn’t safe the damage had been done when she rode him and drained him of every last drop he could give her.

Instead she wrapped her legs around her son and clung to him as the sound of his huffing filled her ears. His last few thrusts were so forceful she felt like he was trying to push her rear through the mattress, and Joanne held her breath when the thrusting stopped, her lover sliding as deep inside her as he could and holding stock still. She could feel the head of his shaft swell and twitch against her cervix and the breath she’d been holding same out as a long, shaky gasp when he began filling her up, the warm squirts of his seed within her almost enough to make her climax again.

She didn’t release him until she felt his length go soft inside her, the two of them sharing one quick kiss before he rolled over and collapsed on his back. While it was a relief that her son’s weight was no longer pressing down on her, a part of Joanne missed the intimate contact enough that she found herself rolling over and curling up next to Johnny. They just lay there, speechless with her trailing a hand idly across his chest and smiling at the sensation of her son’s breath in her hair.

“That was…” Johnny breathed out, but in the post-coital daze he couldn’t seem to finish the thought.

“…right.” Joanne added, knowing that it was true. The lovemaking had been blissful, loving and passionate, but somehow that one word summed it all up perfectly. She knew the rest of the world would consider it quite the opposite, but the kiss on the top of her head told Joanne her new lover agreed with her, and that was the only opinion she wanted on the subject.

*******

“Hey, mind if I join you?”

The voice almost made Joanne trip as she huffed and puffed her way along the sidewalk. She’d gotten used to having privacy during her evening jogs and was almost shocked when another woman ran up next to her.

“Not at all. If you don’t mind taking a break at those benches up the hill…” she said, giving the newcomer a quick once over. She guessed the woman was in her late thirties, but she didn’t look like a housewife trying to get fit. Although she was filling out her tight running outfit quite nicely she wasn’t bouncing quite as much as Joanne and under the streetlights she noticed the smooth tanned skin covering her sleek frame, giving her an athletic and outdoorsy look. Had she met this woman when she first started her little workout routine she would have been burning with jealousy, instead of just having it gently smolder like it was doing now.

“Glad you kept up jogging. I was worried I might have scared you off…” the woman said as they both rested for a few minutes, although she didn’t seem all that winded to Joanne.

“What do you mean?” she asked between pants.

“Ahh, well… First of all, I’m sorry for biting you.” She said with a sheepish smile, waiting for the pieces to click together in the head of the woman looking at her with a dumbfounded expression.

“T-that night… it was you?” Joanne asked wide eyed, not even suspecting the beast that had given her the fright of her life would come back and apologize.

“Yeah, but to be honest, wasn’t it worth it?”

“Wasn’t what worth it?” Joanne asked, but the woman just smiled a little wider at her words.

“Do you mean to tell me your life hasn’t gotten just a little better since then?” she asked innocently, but one look at her and Joanne was sure that she knew.

Just the thought was enough to make her blush. It had been weeks since her and Johnny’s first time together, and the strange woman’s question was an understatement. She felt happier than she’d ever been since her husband’s passing, and as much as she tried to hide it from anyone apart from her son some of her friends had been asking if she’d met someone. The others to notice the change were dogs, but they felt something else entirely.

Dogs that would run up to their gates when she was running by and make a big and loud show of protecting their yards were now noticeably absent, and even her neighbors’ golden retriever known for getting a little too affectionate with guests behaved in front of her. Whenever she was at their place Bruno would pad over, tail tucked but with the tip wagging hopefully as he politely gave her offered hand a few licks and curled up on the floor. Unlike humans, they didn’t seem fooled by appearances, and didn’t want to get on a wolf’s bad side.

The wolfess had come back to visit a few times, so to speak, but she no longer minded since Johnny didn’t. Her son wasn’t really afraid of the big bad wolf anymore despite the fact that he wound up with a few fresh scratches every now and again. Joanne blushed a little when she realized her rump was shaking just a little as she tried to wag a tail she didn’t currently have.

“But why… how…?”

“The short answer to both is: because I was drawn to you. Look, I don’t want to yank your tail…” she said, and Joanne felt her hands twitching to cover her behind before she got a grip on them. “…but this really isn’t the time and the place. Here, take this…” she added, pushing a small envelope into the wide-eyed woman’s hands. “…and come by in a week. I promise it will clear up everything up.” She finished, and although she was a good deal younger than Joanne, it sounded almost like the advice of an older sister.

The word seemed to fit somehow, and she felt she trusted the strange female enough to just nod and not follow her when she ran off. She opened the envelope to find nothing but an address and a key, presumably the place where she was expected to meet her a week from now. She looked up at the sky and the moon hanging above her. Yup, six or seven days until it was full…

*******

“Well this is… cozy. Honestly I was kinda expecting ‘ominous’…” Johnny said as he set their bags on the hardwood floor, and Joanne agreed with him on both counts.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, but when their journey took them through the woods that had at least made sense – a perfect habitat for werewolves. And when they saw the town up ahead they almost expected to see the modern-day equivalent of frightened villagers who didn’t dare venture out of their homes after the sun went down.

It was barely a town – one of those places with small houses sprinkled around the shore of a pretty little lake, a nice enough one horse town that was probably dead during the winter when heating became more appealing than the great and cold outdoors. The key she was given opened the door of a very pretty little cabin, with one room serving as the bedroom, kitchen and living room and a fireplace instead of a TV.

The mystery-woman wasn’t there to meet her but she spotted a folded piece of paper on the table that turned out to be a hand-drawn map, marking a path that led from the cottage further into the woods. The pantry and fridge had also recently been stocked, so the two took advantage of that and had a quick bite to eat. They’d arrived in the late afternoon, and Joanne suspected nothing of interest would happen until evening.

*******

They could smell the bonfire before they could see it, the almost sweet smell of wood-smoke spreading through the forest as quickly as the dusk. The first thing that occurred to Joanne when she emerged into the fire-lit clearing was that both she and Johnny were way overdressed. That is to say they were dressed.

Both the silvery glow of the twilight sky and the dancing flames of the fire revealed about twenty people without a stitch on enjoying the night as well as each other’s company. There were the quiet conversations of old acquaintances and the more animated and excited ones that told of happy reunions with dear friends.

“Ahh, there you are!” a voice to the right of Joanne made her turn in time to spot her jogging partner from a week back, the firelight dancing across her fit bronze form as she led along a young man slightly younger than Johnny. One who she couldn’t help notice bore a striking resemblance to the smiling female approaching her.

“Now, I know you have some big questions, but let’s get the introductions out of the way first. I’m Bess and this is my son, Tyler.” She said, clasping the young man’s hand so that their fingers intertwined and flashing Joanne a look that spoke volumes about the nature of their relationship.

“Oh, I’m Joanne and this is Johnny…” she said, remembering her manners and trying not to blush. “So are… is everyone here…?”

“A werewolf?” Bess finished helpfully. “No, just us girls. We’re not sure why, or how long this whole thing has been going on, but we all have something in common.”

“What’s that?”

“We were all making ourselves miserable.” The woman replied, her smile becoming bitter-sweet as memories floated close enough to the surface for Joanne and her son to catch a glimpse of them in her eyes. “Everyone you see here… we all had desires we thought were wrong, shameful… sick. We lived close to people who we loved more deeply than we could ever admit, living in fear that they would be disgusted if we were ever to express that love.” She said, and Joanne found her reaching out for her son’s hand as the words struck far too close to home.

“Most of us had lived for years like that, unable to find the strength and courage to act on our feelings. Fear of rejection, of being shunned, judged by society… the she-wolf fears none of those things. She will pursue her mate with the fierceness and determination of a predator, refusing to let anything stand in the way between her and that one person who makes the heart beat within her chest.” She said, and as she spoke she could see others in the crowd paying attention to them, many nodding in agreement as Bess told a story that all the people gathered seemed to share.

“Like I said, we don’t know how it started, but we know how it spread. Pain calls out to pain, and once freed we all feel the call to help someone like us. That’s what drew me to you. As for this place, sooner or later you get tired of living a lie to please the world around you. Being together alone and with the blinds shut is fine for a while, a thrilling secret only you and your lover share, but sooner or later we feel the need for the freedom to be ourselves. The freedom of the pack. I invited you here tonight so you two could get a feel of what it was like, and decide for yourselves if you wanted to join us.”

“You mean you’re all… but what about…” Joanne stumbled, having one last question but feeling too tongue-tied to ask it. Maybe Bess had heard it asked before, or maybe she just sensed it. Either way, she reached out with one hand and touched Joanne on the arm, a small gesture but one that the distressed woman found strangely reassuring.

“I’ve seen a number of children born to couples like us…” she said in a soft, comforting tone “The babies were as healthy and beautiful as a mother could wish for…” Bess added, and Joanne could feel a weight dropping from her shoulders, one she didn’t realize she’d been carrying. “And don’t think it’s too late for you two to have one. You’d be surprised at just how deep this hybrid-vigor of ours goes. But that’s enough talking for now! Let me introduce you to everyone before the fun starts…” she said, dragging the two along as Joanne pondered her words.

She was aware of eyes on her and Johnny, and would have to admit her own had been wandering. It occurred to her that they might have ended up in some sort of lycanthropic swingers’ party and she wasn’t sure if she was willing to share her newfound lover with others. The idea soon evaporated when she noticed small but telling reactions in the pairs they were introduced to.

They seemed friendly and affectionate to the two newcomers, not bothering to hide where their eyes lingered and she was sure she’d heard a few sniffs. But little things gave them away. When approached they would put a hand on their lover, or stand just a little closer. Almost none of them had tan lines which told Joanne they were fine with others looking, but definitely not with sharing. And she remembered the first words her muzzle had uttered – mine!

Many of them seemed to be mother-son couples like she and Johnny and Bess and Tyler, but one of the girls stood next to a man she guessed must be her brother, maybe even a twin, while one young lady clung possessively to a man who was surely her father. And two of the couples lacked a male of any kind…

With the introductions out of the way, many of the assembled (especially the females) turned their eyes skyward. Once her eyes fastened on to the rising moon Joanne felt the now familiar dizzying tingle as her body shifted in response to the sight and the memories it stirred. She quickly slipped her shorts off, having learned how painful it could be to grow a tail when it had nowhere to go. Her t-shirt was off next, leaving her skin bare for a few seconds until goose bumps rose all over it and her lush coat grew out.

It was strange to look around her and see other women going through the same thing, her keen lupine ears catching the little growls and whines as the she-wolves stretched their powerful lupine bodies. And she couldn’t help but grin at the sight of a girl darting bashfully behind a blanked her father was holding up so that his daughter could change in private, despite the fact that the young lady had been as fine with showing her nubile young body as everyone else.

With a familiar heat swelling between her legs she wondered how this would go and if they’d all just make a dash for the tree line and come back to sit round the fire when they were nice and exhausted. But the pairs remained in the circle of firelight as the wolfesses approached their lovers and hands touched fur at the same time paws slid over bare skin. A pair of hands on her shoulders brought Joanne’s attention to her own needs and to those of her lover. She let Johnny rub her back for a few seconds before the need to feel more than his strong hands on her shoulders got the better of her.

Turning around, she gently but assertively grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips to her muzzle and letting out a lusty little growl into their kiss. It took more than a growl to make Johnny afraid of her these days and she could feel her tail begin to wag when her lover answered the challenge by wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer while the other cupped and lovingly fondled one of her fluffy breasts.

After a few brief but eager pecks and gropes many of those gathered started getting comfortable, some for them lying down on either blankets or the thick grass, while others got a little more creative. She spotted Bess nearby with her back against a tree, kissing her son deeply as he lifted one of her legs and pressed his body against hers.

An idea struck her then, one that she’d had since she started getting intimate with Johnny and one that felt very natural in this setting. With some reluctance she broke the kiss and slipped out of the hug, turning her back on her lover and giving him a little swat with her bushy tail. She glanced behind her just to make sure he was watching before kneeling down and then planting her hands on the ground. Her breasts hung beneath her and the sensation of the blades of grass tickling her nipples was enough to make Joanne’s tail lift on instinct.

Feeling frisky, she decided to give her soon an eyeful, pushing her furry rump back until her arms were straight, her tail quivering and a low murr rumbling from her chest as she had a nice and showy stretch. It was enough to get her son to kneel down behind her, and once he did Joanne got back into the proper doggy, or rather wolf-style position.

Several other females had the same idea, and taking a cue from them she arched her back and spread her legs a little, making sure to present for her mate. The whine that left her muzzle when she felt Johnny’s hands on her fur was urgent and pleading, but she was glad her son was taking it slow. He trailed one hand down her back, feeling the lupine muscles twitch and flex under his touch, spending a little extra time rubbing and scratching her lower back and the base of her bushy tail.

The other hand went under it, fingers gliding across the dark spade that her lips turned into whenever her body changed to that of a wolfess and when she felt the tip of one digit slip just barely into the center of the tri-fold sex she found herself pushing back, trying to get as much of it inside her. Seeing her need Johnny pushed his whole finger in, and after a few strokes added another.

Joanne was surprised to feel herself already making a mess of her son’s hand, and wondered if it was the atmosphere that was affecting her mood. Her were ears swiveling at every lusty sound and she found herself looking around without any shame whatsoever at the other couples even as she felt eyes roam over her.

The girl who’d bashfully changed shape behind a blanket didn’t seem shy now, straddling the burly older man Joanne knew must be her father. Her chest was heaving along with the perky breasts almost hidden in her fluffy fur as she panted, teasing the male under her and herself by rubbing the head of his meaty member against a canine cunny that seemed too small to take it. But the cocky grin on her muzzle and the glint in those golden eyes told Joanne that the girl knew what she was doing and when her muff finally parted around the blunt member there was no trace of pain on the young predator’s face.

The other daughter present seemed to be a more dutiful child, lying back on a blanked as her mother lifted one of her toned limbs so that it was pressed between two heavy breasts. Both females had changed forms and Joanne couldn’t help but stare as the older wolfess maneuvered her hips until her spade was touching her daughter’s sex. The younger of the two she-wolves flicked her ears back, reaching out towards her mother with her paws. Once their fingers were entwined, the matronly wolfess began moving her hips in smooth, practiced strokes, grinding the two canine muffs against each other. Soon both mother daughter were letting out little yips and barks, and Joanne found herself wondering if such gentle stimulation would really be enough for the two to achieve release, but a closer look at the two glistening sexes dispelled any doubt.

The other wolfess couple had opted to use their tongues for each other, and Joanne had little doubt that the long, thick lupine appendages could fail to satisfy. What was surprising that the sister reclining on the grass was wearing the same shape Joanne herself was, while the one resting with her head between those shapely thighs had gone all the way. The four-legged wolfess had her muzzle buried between her sister’s legs and the slurping noises she was making left little doubt as to how deep her tongue was reaching. Her humanoid lover was using her fingers to open up her sister’s spade and was flicking her tongue out against the sensitive flesh in a decidedly more dainty fashion, but one no less effective judging by the wagging of the tail above her.

Her sightseeing was interrupted when she felt something spongy yet firm poke at her own sex, and her vision blurred for a second. She stood perfectly still, panting softly as she allowed her son to take the dominant role, something she’d done plenty of times when in her normal form, but never as a wolfess.

Once the tip of his cock was firmly wedged in her canine muff she felt the hands travel along the curve of her ass, fingers making furrows in the soft fur until Johnny’s hands came to rest on her hips. He took her in a firm mating hold, his thumbs pressing into her lower back at the same time he pushed himself slowly inside her.

This position denied her the sight of her lover, but her other senses strived to make up for the lack. Touch more than anything – the feel of her son’s warm, strong hands gripping her and the heat of his cock as it slid into her welcoming depths. Her pointed ears picked up on the groan he let out as her sex began to pulse around him, the simple sound speaking volumes to her lupine hearing. And even the smoky smell of the roaring bonfire seemed to fade as more intimate fragrances began to fill the clearing.

When he finally bottomed out inside her she couldn’t resist pushing back against him, grinding her stretched spade against his crotch and reveling in the intimate touch of the tip of his member against the entrance to her womb and the perfect fit her son’s member was for her sex. It was almost a shame to feel him leave, but rather than mourn the loss she chose to focus on the rutting that was to come.

She barked when the entire length was thrust back into her, the thick fur covering her shapely rump failing to entirely muffle the smack of her son’s body against hers. The sound must have been encouraging to human ears since the next thing Joanne felt was her lover’s hips smacking repeatedly against her as Johnny took advantage of the leverage this position afforded him.

While it lacked some of the intimacy and didn’t allow her to look her lover in the eye, there was a thrill to bending over and presenting for a male. The normally dominant instincts that the lupine body seemed to bring on were nowhere in evidence, and it seemed like the wolfess in her liked lifting her tail like an eager bitch every once in a while.

This wasn’t the first time she felt like a she-wolf in heat, panting as her mate bred her, but it was the first time the notion didn’t fill her with dismay. She’d worried about conceiving with her son and hated the thought that their love might wind up harming someone, especially their own child, but Bess’ words had lifted that worry from her mind. Now there was a certain appeal in the idea that the seed her lover would fill her with might find purchase within her, making her a mother all over again.

She found herself bracing her arms against the ground as her son’s thrusts became more forceful, every pump of his hips making her breasts bounce and the blades of grass brush over her stiff nipples. Glancing at a few more couples who were also doing it wolfy-style she noticed where the males were griping their partners and the base of her tail had a sudden itch to feel a hand wrapped around it.

Rather than ask for it an idea popped into her mind, and she grinned from ear to ear as she began to wag her tail, feeling the bushy appendage swish all over her son’s chest. She wondered how long he could withstand her tickling when she felt a fist close around the fluffy extremity, making her arch her back just a little more and let out a lusty little whine.

She could now barely smell the smoke form the scent of rut wafting through the night. She took another look around, her eyes catching the sight of the young woman riding her father’s lap with the vigor of youth and a ferocity entirely disproportionate to her lithe form. The mother and daughter were still going at it even though the glazed expressions on their lupine faces, as well as their messy crotches, told Joanne that they’d both climaxed at least once.

A yip brought her eyes to where Bess was taking her son’s shaft, her back against the trunk of a tree as the young man pistoned up into her. After a few more seconds of that the wolfess leapt and wrapped both her legs around her lover as Tyler moved his hands to her rump, holding her up and braced against the tree as she pulled his head in for a kiss.

The wolfess seemed close to cumming, but Joanne knew what her body was waiting for. In her human form Johnny could bring her to climax several times before finishing inside her, but the she-wolf in her always seemed to hold out for just that – the rush of her mate’s seed into her eager body and the blissful warmth it filled her with.

Her son’s length was as hard as steel as it pistoned in and out of her speared muff and she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long to get what she craved. So focused was she on that perfect moment that she didn’t even feel her lover bending over her and wrapping his arms around her chest until he pulled her up.

Joanne yelped, both in the surprise and from the sensation of the cock shifting within her, her mate’s thrusts now pushing up rather than forward. She could feel his chest on her back, her fur soaking up the sweat he’d worked up pumping away at her rear. His breath tickled the fur on her neck as he nuzzled up against it, taking in her scent and blowing it out in little huffs.

One remained firmly around her, squeezing her breasts flat while the other trailed upwards. Joanne felt a sudden tightness in her chest that had nothing to do with her son’s grip on her, a strange but powerful thrill as the young man’s fingers reached her neck. Her ears flicked back and she found her muzzle lifting on its own as her heart pounded away in her chest.

She bared her throat and her soul to her mate and lover, the wolf in her recognizing it as the gesture of ultimate trust – leaving yourself completely exposed and vulnerable to someone, confident they could never harm you. She wasn’t sure if her son understood the significance of it, or why the gentle touch of his hand along her exposed throat had her shuddering.

It was more than she could bear and she could feel the familiar tension grip her body, her lupine muscles twitching as she struggled to fight her oncoming climax. Maybe Johnny had sensed her need, or maybe the sensation of her sex tightening around him was what it took to push him over. Either way the way he was grunting into the fur covering her neck told her what was coming just as surely as the member swelling within her lupine femininity.

She pushed back against him, until he couldn’t pull out even a fraction of an inch, holding her breath as the tip of his swollen head brushed against her cervix. And when the first thick jet shot against that barrier so deep inside her she could feel the breath she was holding fighting to get free. Up till now she’d always fought back, in order to keep what she and Johnny were doing a secret. But if there was a place and a time for something like that than this was surely it.

Even as her sex closed tight around the pulsing member her muzzle rose towards the full moon, releasing the first piercing notes of her howl. It was her first time doing it but it felt natural and instinctive, a way of voicing the rapture she felt that defied language. The soulful, undulating cry rang out in the night alone at first, but soon other head were raised to the moon as her pack-sisters joined their howls to hers.

For Joanne it was an expression of the heat she could feel blossoming between her legs as her lover spent himself inside her, and she could hear the same joy in the cries of the other females as each added their own voice to the tapestry of sound that seemed powerful enough to reach the silver disk glowing above them. It made her feel like she and her son truly belonged here. This was their pack, and their new home…