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Sara woke to a cold crisp morning. It was the one thing she liked about the mountains, the weather could change without warning so you always had to be ready for it. Not only that, she loved the cold. Winter was her favourite time of year; she loved to play in the snow like a child. But it was the middle of summer, not that she minded the usual summer heat, she just preferred winter. It was cold though, colder than she though it would be. She'd have to keep warm today she though; she smirked to herself. With what she had in mind for the day she'd be perfectly warm and not have to bother with clothes for much of the day.

She slipped out of her bed and took a long shower, rubbing scented shampoos into her hair and fur, caressing her body firmly as she did so. She dried herself carefully and rubbed subtle scented oils into her skin and sprayed a very delicate perfume around her neck. One way or another Sam would at least smell something intoxicating in the air before she told him her feelings. She carefully groomed her whole body; she would be perfect today and every other day, just for Sam. She dressed herself in a tight black bikini then pulled on a new pair of jeans and her knee high tan walking boots and finally a big pink fluffy sweater. Today was special she thought, She'd make it every bit as special for him as she could.

Sam woke with the smell of bacon drifting through his nostrils. "Mom's cooking breakfast." He said to himself. He began to wonder if there was something he had forgotten about, she only cooked on special occasions. It wasn't his or her birthday, his was still a few weeks away and his mothers, wasn't for another two full months. There wasn't an anniversary he was aware of. Maybe she was just being nice.

He had dreamt of that beautiful Angel again last night. And she had told him today she would make love to him. He never really saw much meaning in dreams but this one was different, more real. Some how he could feel something in the air, something so tense in the atmosphere of the cabin it could be cut with a knife.

He got out of bed and opened his curtains and was hit by a sudden chill. There was a heavy mist surrounding the cabin this morning. From the looks of it, it would hang around for most of the day, maybe even a few days. The main path would be too dangerous to drive on in these conditions, so there was now way off the mountain if he and his mother needed to leave. Not that he wanted to leave; he wanted to touch his mother again, to feel her perfectly toned body submit to the grip of his paws as she slept again. But he wanted more now, he had tasted her honey pot and decided he liked it, he would have to try and taste her again today if she was napping or tonight when she was asleep.

He dressed himself in a loose t-shirt and jogging pants and went to see what his mother was up to. She was cooking all right, cooking enough for a small army he though. He leaned on the archway leading into the kitchen and watched his mother for a moment. She was so beautiful he thought, her clothes clung to her body in all the right places. Her long hair had been tied back in a ponytail and swayed gently like her soft tail as she worked.

"Morning mom." Sam yawned.

Sara jumped a little. "OH! G...good morning sweetheart." She stammered. "You really shouldn't sneak up on me like that when I'm cooking sweetie."

"Is everything ok mom?" Sam asked inquisitively. "You don't normally cook a big breakfast. Is it a special occasion?"

Sara let a coy smile spread across her muzzle "Maybe and maybe not. Either way I'm just glad you're out here with me. So you deserve this either way." She finished cooking and laid the plates of food on the table then stepped close to her son and kissed his softly on the cheek. "Enjoy it sweetie." She said softly.

Sam sat at the table and looked over everything laid out in front of him. Bacon, thin cut steak, sausages, grilled tomatoes, eggs, toast, and even a pot of coffee and a pot of tea. This was unlike any breakfast she'd ever cooked before, but it looked great; he'd thank her for this after they had finished.

They ate as much as they could, barely saying a word yet exchanging happy glances at each other. After about twenty minutes they had eaten their fill and went to relax in front of the fireplace.

"That was great mom, thank you so much." Sam said happily

Sara looked towards her son with loving eyes and softly said. "You're more than welcome sweetie." She starred into the kitchen and groaned a little. "Oh well, I better get the washing up done."

Sam starred at her for a moment then got up and headed over to the kitchen calling back to his mother. "You take a rest mom, you've done more than enough this morning. Just take a rest for a few minutes."

Sara didn't have time to argue, before she had a chance to get up Sam had cleared the table and had started running hot water for the washing up. "Thank you sweetheart." She said softly.

She lay on the couch letting her breakfast settle. She didn't want to rush too quickly in to this, it would take about twenty five minutes to do all those dishes; she'd make her move just before he finished. She could feel the butterflies back in her tummy and started playing with her hair and stroking her tummy nervously.

Sam could barely hear his mother on the couch, he wondered if she was taking a nap or just resting. He'd find out when he was done, the feel of his mothers breasts running through his mind again and slowly making him erect.

It had been almost twenty minutes and Sara could feel herself shaking with nerves. Her legs were trembling and her tail twitching erratically. She knew she'd have to do it now or her nerves would get the better of her. She slowly and quietly got up from the couch and crossed the room in absolute silence, not even her boots making a sound on the wooden floor.

Sam was almost done, just a few more little things and he'd go join his mother and see if she was asleep. He inhaled deeply and caught the smell of wild flowers and fruits. "I wish it could smell this good every day." he said quietly.

Sam froze suddenly as he felt his mother's paws slide round his waist to rest on his tummy her breasts pressing firmly against his back and he felt her muzzle brush next to his ear. "It can smell this good as long as you want it to sweetie." She whispered huskily in his ear.

Sam was almost in shock; he couldn't believe what was going on.

"S... Samuel... Sam..." she stammered out slowly.

Sam could feel himself shaking a little and then realised his mother was trembling as well. "Mom?"

"I... I know what you did to me yesterday morning."

Sam went ridged all over, that was it he had been found out. What could he say to apologise? "I... I'm ..." he tried to get some words out but failed.

"Hush, sweetie. I woke up while you were touching me and..." She paused for a moment. "I liked it." She softly slid her paws up to his chest and scratched him tenderly. "I've seen you change in the last few days, I know you've been looking at me differently, you've even gotten closer to me again. Not something young male of your age would do so eagerly."

Sam just listened to his mother purr softly in his ear, telling him what she knew and how she felt. "I know about your dreams too." She said slowly, savouring his reaction. He gasped and tried to say something, she could feel his shame as his ears fell submissively against his head. "I know you have an angel who visits you in your sleep and pleasures you."

Sam finally spoke with a dry voice, squeaking slightly. "Were you listening to me dreaming? Was I talking in my sleep?"

She softly pressed her finger to his lips to silence him. "You explored my body baby, but I explored yours first."

His jaw may as well just have fallen off. "Did... did you..." he stammered again but was quickly silenced by his mother's finger again then felt her paw slowly slide back to his chest.

"Yes baby, I've tasted you and played with you." One of her paws slowly drifted down and softly stroked over his crotch feeling his quickly hardening shaft. "And I enjoyed it too."

Sam let out a soft moan as his mother tenderly stroked at his shaft through his jogging pants. "Mom, should we be doing this?" he asked shaking a little.

She softly licked his ear and whispered. "It might be incest sweetheart, but I love you and I know you love me. Not like before, this is something more than that. You wouldn't have tried to grope and lick me the other day if you didn't feel the same."

Sam started to calm down as he realised his fantasy was coming true. He didn't want a girl like his mother; he wanted his mother! "I... I love you mom..." He turned his head slightly to look at her over his shoulder. "...I truly deeply love you."

That was all she needed to hear. She tightened her arms around her son and kissed his cheek softly. "I saw your drawing of me too." She watched Sam blush heavily. "I loved it and I'll be your Angel forever sweetheart." Sam looked straight ahead and smiled, his embarrassment faded quickly. He had what he wanted, what he needed. He could feel exactly where this was going and decided to make the commitment for both of them.

"I just need to know one thing baby, will..." Sara found herself being cut off by her son, as he turned round to face her.

Sam slowly wrapped his arms around his mother and starred up into her eyes. "Will I be your mate?" The sudden shock of Sam saying the words made her tremble. He leaned in close against her and kissed her slowly and deeply, his tongue slowly entwining with hers. After a moment he broke from the kiss and stared back into her eyes. "You know all I can say now is yes mom... My Angel." He whispered. "I don't need anyone else."

She slowly stepped back from her son and looked him over, she was glad her son had turned out this way. Hansom, fit, and healthy and she would make sure he stayed that way. She slowly gripped the bottom of her sweater and teasingly slow, pulled it over her head revealing the small, tight, black bikini top holding her large bust. She was about to untie her bikini top then she coyly turned around and looked over her shoulder, inviting her son to finish what she had started.

Sam quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and then pulled on the slim bikini strings. Sara stood motionless for a moment as her bikini top slid off her breasts and on to the floor. "Go on Sam, I'm all yours." She purred softly. He pressed close against his mothers back and let his paws slide round her body gingerly until he found her breasts. Sara moaned deeply as Sam began firmly massaging her breasts and nipples.

Sara slowly pressed her backside against her son's crotch and slid her tail gently between his legs. She slowly reached back to grip her son's hip and the back of his neck. He needed no further persuasion. He firmly kissed down her neck and shoulder and rubbed Sara's breasts firmly together and lightly squeezed the nipples between his fingers making her growl low and lustfully. She softly whipped her tail across his crotch and placed her paws over Sam's, encouraging him to be a little rougher. "I need you baby, I need you..." Her words being lost in another howl as Sam slid a paw into the front of her jeans and softly stroked his fingers over her pussy.

It was becoming too much for Sara, she quickly unfastened her jeans and kicked off her boots. Sam slid his paws to her waist and knelt down as he pushed his mother's jeans to her ankles revealing her soaked bikini bottoms. He inhaled his mother's scent deeply and firmly parted her legs. Sara looked down and saw what Sam was about to do and pulled the two tiers at her hips letting her last piece of clothing fall to the ground; she lent over and braced her paws on the kitchen work top and lifted her tail giving Sam a full view of her pussy and anus.

Sam gently laid his paws on his mother's backside and slowly parted her soft round cheeks as he pressed his muzzle to her pussy and slowly slipped his tongue into her passage. Sara gasped softly and started to breath more deeply. She hadn't felt like this in years. She let her tail settle over his shoulder to keep him where he was for the time being. She felt a jolt of electricity flow through her body and Sam's tongue tenderly licked over her g-spot. She howled loudly and wrapped her tail over Sam's neck to keep him there. "YES BABY, RIGHT THERE!" She shouted.

Sam didn't need a second telling, he started firmly flicked his tongue over the spot that was driving his mother wild and softly raked his short claws down the back of her thighs and calves.

Sara suddenly shrieked and her entire body began to shake as her orgasm hit. Sam got a bit of a shock as he felt his mother's orgasm coat his muzzle, but he liked the tangy scent and taste it left and he drank as much as he could of his mother's juices.

He slowly stood up and went to hold his mother as the shock of her orgasm passed. "That was wonderful mom." He said as he hugged her close to him.

She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply, tasting her own juices in his mouth as they locked together in a loving embrace. "This isn't over yet sweetie." She purred in his ear. "You're not going home a virgin, understand?"

His eyes seemed to glow as what she said sunk in as his paws slowly started to explore her body again.

"Get on the couch and take these off." Sara commanded her son but still purring huskily in his ear as she tugged at the rim of his jogging pants and boxers. Sam quickly moved to the couch in front of the fire place and pulled off his remaining clothes and awaited his mother; his cock now fully erect and in need of his mothers gentle touch.

Sara slowly walked round her son as he sat there in the couch, she watched him with hungry eyes eyeing up his body and his rock hard shaft. She stopped in front of him and teasingly pulled out her hair tie, letting her long black hair spill over her shoulders and back. "Like what you see baby?" She purred as her tail softly swished from side to side.

Sam just nodded; his mother's body standing in front of him had him caught in a long moment of rapture. She slowly knelt in front of him and stroked up his legs to tease his cock.

Sam moaned loudly as his mothers paw firmly gripped the base of his shaft and began slowly stroking him. "Don't worry baby, I won't hut you." Sara said as she dipped her head but kept her eyes locked to his as her lips slowly parted to take the tip of his cock in her mouth.

Sam gasped as he felt his mother's warm tongue slide along his shaft then slowly swirl around the tip of his cock. She began expertly rubbing his balls in one paw and firmly massaging his knot with the other. He could feel his knot swelling in his mothers paw; the more it swelled the tighter she gripped it. His heart was pounding in his chest, if he didn't cum soon he'd surely die, if there was such a thing as too much pleasure his mother was keeping him on a knives edge.

He looked into his mother's eyes as she slowly licked the full length of his shaft and as she reached the tip she released his knot and softly squeezed his balls. He doubted he could ever cum like this for another female. He growled wildly as he came in his mother's mouth hard, Sara had to pull him out of her mouth because she couldn't swallow fast enough and watched thick splatters of her son's seed splash over her face and chest.

She murred softly to herself and ran her fingers over her breasts, smearing his cum into her delicate fur. She lifted her head to look at her son and she giggled softly. She knew she was good but she never thought she'd make her son pass out. She stood up slowly and stroked his cheek. "Rest for a little while sweetheart, Mommy's not done yet." She whispered then slowly walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. He was wonderful she thought to herself. He had given himself to her unquestioningly and was clearly as in love as she was. She wanted to tease him some more though and make him earn to lose his virginity to her. She'd show him a side of herself that she kept hidden away from all but the dearest lover, which he had just become.

Sam felt a little groggy; was he dreaming? Did he really just lick his mother out? Did she just give him the best blowjob he could have imagined? As he came to and looked around it was very clear that it was no dream, he didn't mind. He had told his mother in total honesty that he loved her and wanted to be her mate; that was all that mattered. He suddenly realised his mother wasn't in front of him like she had been before he passed out. He got up and started to have a quick look around the cabin for her.

He heard a quick whistle behind him and turned to see. Sara was leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom wearing tight fitting, thigh high, shiny blue, high-heeled boots with matching, skirt, waistcoat and elbow length gloves. She stretched slowly as she had a few nights ago and then slowly traced her paws over her body down to her thighs. She winked at Sam coyly and huskily called to him. "Hey baby, want to show a girl a good time?"

To be continued...

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