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Merlin slowly felt his senses coming to him as he stirred from the most peaceful slumber he had had in years; he felt cold and reached across to his mother, only to find a cold void in her stead. He decided to find her rather than wait for her to show up. Opening the tent, he poked his head out of the door to find it satisfyingly warm and fresh smelling. Not giving much though to the fact he was naked, he pulled himself out of the tent and walked out on the damp grass to find his mother.

His search didn't last long; he found her sitting at the riverbank, naked with her chin resting on her knees and her arms tucked under her raised thighs. As he approached he took a moment to observe his surroundings. On the far side of the river, some five-hundred meters from the opposite bank he was aware of a cliff that dropped into a narrow valley with thick woodland on both sides. Off in the distance to the north-east there was a range of mountains that Merlin wanted to climb as well, but knew they only had so much vacation time. The early morning sun had burned off most of the storm clouds as it had risen; with that in mind Merlin considered it to be a good day. "Morning Mom." He said in a warming tone. When she didn't respond he sat by her side "Mom, are you ok?" He asked; his voice full of concern.

Sandra turned to face her son; she had tears in her eyes and a worried expression across her face. "No, I'm not." She whimpered. "I feel terrible."

"I... I didn't hurt you last night did I?" Merlin panicked.

Sandra shook her head. "You didn't hurt me Merlin." She said and saw at least some small expression of relief on his face. "I feel bad because of what we did."

Merlin looked shocked. "Mom, I..." He trailed off.

"Merlin, what we did was wrong and if it had gone further, we could end up in real trouble." Sandra explained as best as she felt she could; her voice struggling to stay calm.

"I know we could Mom, but I know we wouldn't let anyone know." Merlin said, trying to pull at least a little positivity out of their conversation.

Sandra locked her eyes to his in a steely gaze. "And what if it did go further, what then?" Merlin stayed quiet. "If, and only if, I had let you take me last night; the amount of your cum I drank could have got me pregnant several times over. How would we explain that to everyone?" She growled unwillingly.

Merlin sat still and considered what his mother had just said. He furrowed is brow as he mulled over her words. He chose not to answer her, but instead tried to find out what he considered important. "Mom..." He said softly as he looked down at the ground. "Did you enjoy it last night?"

She was stunned; a long moment passed before she was able to speak again. "What?"

Merlin raised his head and gazed lovingly in to her eyes. "Did you enjoy what we did last night?"

"Merlin, that's not fair and I'm not answering that!" Sandra barked back at him.

Merlin's gaze hardened slightly and he raised his tone. "Ok, how did you feel last night then?"

Sandra stood up trying to keep her modesty and turned away from her son as she walked towards their camp. "I'm not answering that either!" She growled.

Rising to his feet he asked her one last question; his tone low and powerful with a growl so loud behind his words that sounded like a cross between a lion's and a bear's. "Fine! Then answer me this..." He paused as his mother stopped and turned to face him; a look of both shame and fear was evident in her features. His voice softened. "Do you still love me?"

Her words never came, only the rolling of heavy tears down her cheeks as she turned away slowly and with shaking steps returned to their camp to gather her things. Merlin's head dropped and his ears hung low; he sighed and whispered the only words that came to his mind. "I'm Sorry."

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They had barely spoken the rest of the morning other than to give instructions for taking down their tent or finding locations on their map. What Merlin had thought was a good day when he had woken, had suddenly turned very sour. They had packed up as fast as they could, not wanting to stay in the same spot again and dressed themselves in the driest clothes they had. Merlin had chosen a flannel shirt and a pair of heavy walking shorts that were drying well in the strong sun. Sandra had thrown on her black sports bra and matching shorts; they were the fastest drying items she had.

Sandra remained quiet as they continued their hike up the mountain and through the forest, following the river when possible. She bottled up her feelings as much as she felt she could, but Merlin's questions weaved a cruel dance through her mind. The shame burned through her; the fact that she had willingly allowed him to use her body to help him relieve himself was bad enough, but the added insult to herself was that she knew deep inside her, she hadn't wanted him to stop and she wanted more. She tried to bury those thoughts and instead considered why she had allowed him to do it in the first place. They had always had an open relationship at home; they teased and joked with each other all the time while she had raised him. She wondered if that had been the problem; had she been too showy, too eager to please, too much of a friend than a mother? She asked herself again and again, why he wanted her like that; then as she took a moment to look back at him a new question formed; did she need him to want her? Sandra thought carefully on that point; she had often put on a dressing up show for him when he was younger and had in more recent times asked him to help her try on different outfits for a night out. His opinion mattered to her in a way she could not deny, most important of all was when she realised that she always asked a similar question every time she had dressed to please him or asked his opinion; 'Do I look pretty?' Sandra began to wonder who really was guilty between the two of them.

Anger filled Merlin's mind; anger at himself for pushing his mother away with fierce words and not stopping himself from using his mother's body when he should have known better. Part of him wanted to blame his mother, but he couldn't force himself to pin the blame on her. In truth he knew they were both being foolish, but he also knew in his heart, that he had always had that secret longing for his mother, to find someone like himself and belong to her. He remembered his childhood and how she was always there; always beautiful, always full of life; and more than anything - always full of love. Merlin wanted to talk, to say something that would break the silence and at least return them to the way they had been before, but he knew it was a fool's errand; no such words existed, at least none that he could put together in his mind.

The day had passed quickly. The morning had rolled on as sights and sounds were ignored by the two hikers. Their lunch had been a more tense affair than when they were moving; averted gazes and turned backs did little to improve things. They travelled on until early evening when they found a suitable spot to set up for the night over-looking a ravine.

After they had set up camp in near silence, they separated from each other while their dinner cooked slowly. Merlin stood at the edge of the ravine, his arms folded across his chest as he gazed out blankly into the evening sky. Sandra sat on a giant felled tree truck that was nearly as wide as she was tall; she held a map and pencil in her paws. On a clear edge of the map, she had written Merlin's earlier questions; she tried to answer in a way that wouldn't be truthful or worded not to deliberately hurt his feelings; she felt her own misery grow a little each time. Finally she decided to answer truthfully to each question as it had been asked. First - Did she enjoy what had happened last night? As much as she wanted to say no, she knew she had enjoyed the feeling of being held like a lover and actually wanted by someone again. She tried to hide the fact that she had called out that she loved what was happening, but as she held on to her progression of honesty through the question, she found some of the pain and weight of guilt lifting. Second - How did she feel last night? Loved, needed, desired; were all words that sprang to her mind. She truly felt alive when he had held and kissed her; she remembered the unrepressed excitement that surged through her body as his strong paws teasingly applied pressure to deeply sensitive areas that no-one had ever been able to do before. Finally - Did she still love him? She knew there was only ever going to be one answer.

Sandra dropped her map and pencil and steadied herself on the log she sat on. She felt scared and shook nervously as her answers brought her to the only conclusion left to her; and it left her with a sense of relief she had waited all day for. No guilt, no worry, and no more objections or hiding behind rational thoughts. She turned to see Merlin still looking out over the landscape; she slowly rose to her feet. Her first tentative steps betrayed her nerves as she trembled in excitement thinking about what she was going to do. As the distance closed, Sandra found her confidence as her heart raced faster and faster. She stopped just behind him and gently placed her paw on his shoulder; Merlin snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see his mother gazing apologetically into his eyes. "I'm ready to answer your questions now Honey." She said softly, a hint of her nervousness still present in her voice.

"My questions?" He asked in a soft growl. "You mean the ones I shouldn't have asked?" He turned away and returned his gaze to the rolling landscape.

Sandra carefully wrapped her paws around his bicep; she could feel the tension in his muscles, not nervousness or shock, but anger. It was time for him to be rid of it she thought. "I'm glad you did, I just wasn't ready for them this morning." She said softly as she lightly scratched up and down his arm. "Your last question is first." Merlin remained stationary; the only sign of his acknowledgement was a slight turn and dip of his head in her direction. "Do I still love you?" She paused and took several breaths, waiting for some reaction. A twitch of his ear and further tilt of his head let her know she had his attention. "Of course I do!" She purred and gripped his arm tighter, holding herself closer to her son. "If you ever thought for a second that I would stop loving you; my own child, then you were never more wrong in your entire life."

Merlin looked over his shoulder; his eyes lost in his own sadness. "But it'll never be what we had before, will it?" He grumbled, thinking the worst of their situation.

Sandra rested her head on his shoulder for a moment and sighed. "No it won't, but I'm not done yet." Merlin turned a little so that he could face her better, making her stand upright again. Sandra took a few deep breaths before she continued. "You asked if I enjoyed what we did." Merlin nodded in agreement and saw a pleasant smile cross his mother's muzzle. "Yes!" She barked happily. "I enjoyed it; I loved it, hell I can't even get the thoughts out of my mind."

Merlin blinked several times as her words sunk in. "What did you..." Was all he managed to say before his mother cut him off.

"I enjoyed you holding me, I enjoyed you grinding your hips against me, I enjoyed your breath on my neck, and I couldn't get enough of feeling your paws grabbing my breasts or your dick pressing against my pussy!" Her words turned into a low husky growl as she drove home her point.

"You're serious?" Merlin said cautiously. He barely had time to react as his mother stepped forward and kissed him passionately, cupping his cheeks in her paws as she pressed herself to him seductively. After the shock had worn off, Merlin found himself eagerly returning her passionate kiss, his arms bringing her fully into his embrace.

A long moment passed before Sandra broke the kiss; she stared into his eyes and saw both surprise and relief. His mildly stunned expression made her suppress a giggle before she continued. "I think I just answered your other question Honey." She purred softly.

"H... How did you feel?" Merlin stuttered.

Sandra wrapped her arms around his massive frame and held him tight. "I felt everything I've wanted to feel when I was with someone I loved. It felt like a dream and I didn't want it to stop because I knew if it did I'd be afraid to lose what you'd given me."

Sandra let out a short gasp as Merlin tightened his grip on her. "I'm sorry I put you through all of this Mom." He groaned apologetically.

Sandra lightly scratched the back of his neck, extracting a pleasant shudder from him as she did. "Don't apologise Honey." She whispered soothingly. "Just answer me two questions." Merlin eased his grip and pulled back to look at his mother's face again; he nodded. "Just yes or no; do you love me more than just as your mother?"

Without hesitation he gripped her waist and pulled her close again, growling protectively "Yes." Sandra yipped in surprise at his actions but was more than pleased with his answer; both verbally and physically.

"Alright lover." She purred low and seductively. "How far do you want to take this with me?" Merlin grinned like a wild animal as he firmly grasped his mother's backside and lifted her against him; her arms and legs instantly locking around him.

"I'll make you mine right now." He growled passionately in her ear.

Sandra affectionately bit his neck and dragged her claws across his back. "Then you'd better knot me and not stop fucking me until after I've passed out, got it?" She growled back huskily; Merlin needed no further encouragement.

In the few short moments it took him to carry his mother and press her back against the massive tree trunk, he had managed to remove his shirt and her sports bra; all the while kissing her and wildly groping her body. Sandra had been equally energetic in their sudden burst of passion. She eagerly directed his paws to where she wanted to be touched and his mouth to where she desired his oral attentions.

A blissful sense of belonging overcame the new lovers as they surrendered to their passions and desires. They both began to wonder if they had been made for each other. Sandra welcomed her son's strength in balance to her own. He was not as strong as a pure dragon whose firm grip, she was all too aware could hurt her even unintentionally; nor was he as unimpressive as some males she been with who's touch felt like less than a tender brush over her body. She could feel sensations that no other male had been able to awaken in her; every powerful erogenous spot to the dullest pressure point on her body seemed to flare into life at his touch. Merlin embraced his mother's ferocious passion; he was slowly learning that she could be as gentle as a feather one moment and then as feisty as a wild beast the next. What one minute would start as a tender kiss could end up as an energetic and unrepressed attempt to wrestle him to the ground while fulfilling her sexual needs; likewise a feral growl of passion could just as quickly become a whisper of disarming sensitivity. He liked this new side to his mother he was discovering at a rapidly accelerating pace.

After a long moment wrapped in their passions, Sandra eased herself off of her son and pushed him away. She bore a ravenous smile and dipped her brow; her hair now a little wild in places and her eyes filled with lustful intent. "Can't do much with those on." She growled huskily and gestured to his shorts as she slipped out of her own. Merlin didn't bother unceremoniously stopping to undress; in a wild flurry he ripped his shorts from his body, his claws shredding the cloth as he pulled them apart. Sandra gasped in anticipation; his show of raw power exciting her even further.

They collided passionately with each other seconds later; clawing firmly at each other's bodies, every trail over their bodies they left with their claws served not to harm the lovers by only excite and encourage them further along their path of desire. In a primal yet playful display, they wrestled each other to the ground; biting, kissing, grasping, and groping at each other until Merlin pinned his mother beneath his massive frame; her paws locked in his as she locked her powerful legs around his waist. They snarled and panted at each other like beasts, uncaring of the world around them. "Do it!" Sandra growled. "Take me and don't ever regret it!"

Merlin pressed his already erect cock against her belly; the touch of her cool soft scales on his smooth and sensitive ebony flesh made him shiver with anticipation. "I never regretted thinking about you like this when I hit puberty, what makes you think I'll regret it now?" He growled in a low but soft tone. Sandra's eyes opened wide at this new information; she decided she'd ask him about those thoughts later.

With a slow teasing move of his hips, he dragged his cock down her belly and over her now burning and soaked mound. They growled fiercely at each other as Merlin made a long powerful thrust into her warm and moist tunnel. She growled at the sensation of him forcing his massive shaft deep inside her; he returned her growl as he felt the intense tightness of her inner muscles squeeze every ounce of pleasure from him.

As Merlin pushed the last of his length into her slit they both stopped and each made a soft pleasurable growl at each other; contentment filling their souls. "I love you Mom." Merlin whispered as he nuzzled her cheek softly.

Sandra slipped her paws from his grasp then lightly stroked her claws through the fur on the back of his neck. "I love you to Merlin." She purred softly and kissed his cheek tenderly in return.

A slow but firm buck from Merlin's hips made Sandra moan softly and wrap her arms firmly around his shoulders. He gently drew his claws down his mother's flanks, making her shiver in excitement as she squeezed him tight with her thighs. The two lovers built up a gentle rhythm as they bucked and rolled their hips at each other's motions; they called each other's names as they felt their bond becoming greater than that of just mother and son. Merlin began making his strokes longer and slower, the drawn out thrusts making his mother howl lustfully for more.

Sandra felt her insides being gently stretched to accommodate his length properly; a sensation she was more than happy to indulge in for now. The thought of what had happened the previous night and the changes his member had gone through excited her beyond belief; she knew she had to feel him like that inside her, she imagined the sensation of his flesh more that simply sliding smoothly in and out of her, and imagined the numerous fleshy scales brushing tender spots that she could only just begin to fathom.

As if there was some connection between their minds, Merlin's thrusts and growls gradually became more aggressive. Sandra stretched out her arms and lay back on the soft grass while she moved her legs to lock him in position, behind his thighs. Merlin firmly caressed her exposed chest, grasping at her large bosom as he snarled lustfully. She arched her back pressing her chest into his paws, feeling her nipples brush roughly against his slightly rough paw pads; she hissed and gasped at the sensation, never before realizing how sensitive her nipples were.

After several minutes of gathering pace in their love making, Merlin became a frenzied and unstoppable creature, determined to fully slake his lust on his mother's body. Sandra didn't care, she was happier and more satisfied than she had ever been before; she moaned and growled encouragement to her son who was all too eager to please.

Sandra felt a sudden and powerful grasp on one of her calves; Merlin had decided to change their position. He grasped at her shoulder and firmly rolled her on to her side as he sat up right and held her leg tight against his chest, teasingly drawing his claws up and down her inner thigh. Sandra let out a pleasurable whine as she felt her insides roll around his large cock as he continued to piston in and out of her. Her tail thumped encouragingly against his hip and thigh as she reached out before her and clawed at the grass as if she wanted to escape his grasp. If there had been any passer by to witness their lustful act they couldn't have been more wrong about her actions.

Merlin licked and nibbled at her calf as his claws continued to drag along her thigh and across her lower belly. Sandra bucked back and rolled her hips as firmly as she could against him, enjoying the feeling of being full and not wanting to be parted from him. She burned for not only her own release but for his; the thought of his cum filling her drove her wild; she would take him all and embrace their love in its entirety.

A heavy growl from her son told her that he was nearly ready to fulfil her wishes. He grasped at her hip and backside making sure he was as deep inside her as he could be while forcing their bodies together. Sandra twisted round and reached up to his shoulder and pulled him closer, her leg now released from his grasp as he moved closer slid back to his hip and held her tight against him. "Tell me you want this." She purred heavily.

Merlin kissed her deeply before he answered. "I've always wanted this." He growled and groped at her breasts again. A moment later Sandra could feel her inner muscles begin to spasm around her son's thick shaft. In return Merlin could feel a strong tightening in his groin as his mother's orgasm struck them. He howled lovingly as a wave of his seed filled his mother's womb and warm pussy.

Blissful moments passed as his cum was pumped into his mother's inner chamber, a warm and soothing feeling over coming both of them as Merlin's thick shaft pulsed inside her twitching depths. Sandra allowed herself to fall back against the soft grass as she enjoyed the afterglow of their love making, a strong tingling and occasional twitch of her muscles dulling out real life for a short time. Still buried within his mother, Merlin lay down on top of her, wrapping his arms around her as best he could before rolling onto his side and pulling her with him.

Minutes passed as they lay together, breathing heavily and petting each other gently until Sandra finally found her voice again. "That was wonderful Sweetheart." She purred as she scratched his chest. "You can do that to me as often as you like."

Merlin stroked his paw through her hair and tenderly kissed her brow. "I intend to." He replied with a soft growl. Sandra smiled and threw her leg over his hip, shuddering as the motion moved his still erect cock around a little inside her.

"Do you think you can do what you did last night and tie with me?" Sandra said hopefully.

Merlin nodded. "I can feel it already. We've got maybe a few minutes before it starts to change."

Sandra squeezed him tight inside her, moaning softly as she did. "Don't pull out. I want to feel it in me when it happens. Merlin nodded and rested his paw on her backside and lightly teased her with the tips of his claws.

Silence engulfed them again; their eyes searching each others for any doubt that they had chosen the wrong path. Neither saw it in the other, only love and desire. Sandra giggled and looked skyward; Merlin looked at her, puzzled at her sudden change of mood. She decided to enlighten him and herself. "So, you've thought of this since you his puberty?" She giggled. "How old were you roughly?"

Merlin chuckled, he felt he should be embarrassed but as he spoke it felt like the most natural thing in the world. "Maybe eleven or twelve. I had started noticing girls a lot more but in spite of everything, I found it hard to talk them; so whenever you were home from work I tried to spend time with you, because you were the only girl I knew how to speak to."

Sandra wrapped her arms around him and kissed him lovingly. "So when did you stop seeing me as your Mom or a girl you could talk to and start seeing me as a woman?"

Merlin shrugged as best as he could in his position. "Not long after; that's why when you asked me how you looked when you wanted to go out some times, I suggested you should try on a few more things."

Sandra gave a shocked laugh and gently gripped his muzzle, pushing it down so she could kiss his brow. "I always wondered why you wanted to see me try on other things, I did wonder at one point if you might be the uh... sensitive sort."

Merlin laughed. "You thought I might be gay? That's priceless!"

Sandra shot him a condescending look. "Well what's a Mother to think when her son likes staying in and watching her dress up and giving her compliments that, let's be honest, they don't roll off the tongue easy for you boys?"

A firm squeeze of his paw on her backside made her squeal in delight. "I think deep down I wanted you to know how I felt about you, but I knew I could never say it." He grumbled solemnly.

Sandra rolled him onto his back and slid on top of him; gently rocking her hips to make sure he stayed excited enough to continue. "Well I'm glad we finally got it out of your system. Now, if you really want to take this all the way, tie with me and be my mate. You know it'll change everything, don't you?" Merlin nodded and slid his paws to her hips. Sandra smiled at his actions; they were already confirming what she wanted to know next. "You'll never leave me will you?" She asked almost stoically.

Merlin's eyes widened with shock at her question. "After all this?" He paused and allowed his alarm to sink in to her. "How could I leave you; my perfect female?"

Sandra smiled lovingly and leaned down to kiss her son, her nipples and hair lightly brushing over his fur. "And what about the girl who works here?" She purred huskily, an inquisitive stare in her eye.

"I barely know her, why would I give you up for someone I don't know that well?" He growled defensively.

Sandra smiled. "Who said anything about giving me up? I was going to suggest that maybe we should check her out. I got some attention from her that was subtle, but I could tell she was interested, and I know you certainly got her attention."

Merlin blinked and pushed her up so he could see her. "So your joke yesterday..." He blurted in shock.

"Might not be a joke if she's willing." Sandra gave him an aloof, all knowing look.

"What makes you think... " Was all Merlin managed before his mother placed a finger over his muzzle to silence him.

"When I was in the office yesterday, I was positive I could smell her scent all over the head ranger, who I think is her grandfather. So I don't think she'll have any moral objections to us or even joining in." Sandra purred with confidence.

Merlin gave a small smile of his own. "I never thought you had a thing for girls Mom."

Sandra grinned wildly and lowered her body against his again, stopping her muzzle inches from his. "You have so much to learn about me Baby." Her paws lightly scratching his chest. "I'm going to enjoy telling you everything." She purred seductively.

The direction of the conversation had more than held Merlin's interest; he shuffled uncomfortably as he lay under his mother, a tightness returning to his groin that he remembered from the previous night. "You're about to get your wish Mom." Merlin whimpered as his flesh slowly began to thicken and grow.

Sandra gasped as she rolled her hips lightly on him; her pussy being gently stretched to accommodate him as he grew. "Oh my, that feels wonderful!" She squealed in delight. "Take me like an animal again Baby. Don't hold back." She purred heavily as she placed her paws on his chest and slowly but firmly dragged her claws through his chest fur, balling her paws into fists.

A firm buck from his hips caught Sandra off guard. She lurched forward and quickly threw her paws to the ground, either side of her son's head to steady herself. A second hard thrush forced a gasping moan from her, a mix of both pleasure and pain flooding her senses. Again he thrust; his paws quickly sliding to her backside, claws digging in against her soft flesh, but not breaking through her scales. Deeper and deeper he pushed, his tip firmly pressing to her cervix. Sandra groaned, feeling him swell a little more; suddenly she felt the texture of his flesh change. "Here it comes." She growled deeply, sitting up and grasping her silvery breasts in her paws, teasing her dark pink-purple nipples.

Merlin enjoyed the tight sensation of his mother's pussy clamped firmly around him. It began to feel tighter than the grip she had used on him with her thighs the previous night. The feeling became more and more intense as they moved together; Merlin felt himself become more and more aroused, unable to contain his primal urges.

Everything went quiet for a moment as Merlin stopped moving and closed his eyes; Sandra stopped caressing her own body and was about to ask him what was wrong when he made a heavy rumbling growl. A moment later everything changed; Sandra screamed at the top of her lungs in pleasure as Merlin's cock rapidly finished its metamorphosis, the new fleshy scales on his shaft dug deeply into the walls of Sandra's hot, slick mound, trapping parts of her flesh between his, pinching and rubbing her in ways she could never have imagined. Her scream might have been heard, had it not been for the colossal roar that accompanied it from her son. His roar was one of the sharpest pain and of the deepest lust. His mind was consumed with one thing only; to mate the female he held.

His senses seemed sharper, sound, taste, sight, smell, and touch, more than any other touch. His penis throbbed and twitched at both the rapid speed it had changed and how his mother's pussy now affected his movements. Merlin sat up right and brought his mother into his embrace; silver, red, charcoal and grey melded as one as Sandra wrapped herself tightly against her son's body. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as they moaned passionately at each other, their physical bond approaching a powerful crescendo.

Sandra found it hard to think; so many sensations rushed through her body as her son began to buck his dragonic shaft deep inside her. Every flutter of her muscles, every pinch from inside her tunnel made her wolfen half beg for the sexual torture to end in a wonderful climax before she lost all train of thought. Her dragon half, demanded more! She struggled to hold her mind together as he moved inside her; she only barely registered him stand up, while he still impaled her on his flesh.

Merlin growled as he fought for inner control, part of him wanted to enjoy the new sensations slowly; the other half drove him ever onward, the temperament of his dragon side wining out over the wolf. He groped and caressed his mother's body aggressively, their kisses came from fevered passion, each thrust was pure unrestrained lust, every touch fuelled by a forbidden love now realised.

Sandra howled for release; every pull out of her brought her to the edge of climax again, while every thrust in soothed the sensation. Every thrust also made contact with her cervix; the three ridges of his tip seemed to brush closer and closer each time to the very top of her tunnel. For minutes she begged and pleaded her son to allow her to cum, but he did not know how to give her release.

As exhaustion set in for Sandra, her strength drained beyond measure; she felt weak and utterly submissive. She wondered if he might actually carry out her earlier request to not stop until she had passed out. Her strength failed her and as Merlin continued his ferocious pounding of her slit and she fell back unable to hold on to him. Almost instinctively He reached out and supported her fall away from him; his paws rested just below her ribs, holding her horizontal as he remained standing.

With blissful tears in her eyes Sandra felt her body finally give in. Her muscles began to flutter more powerfully than ever before as her entire pussy was massaged by her son's shape shifting cock. Her body twitched and shook violently as her orgasm rocked her entire body, her love juices flooding over her son's crotch uncontrollably.

Merlin growled angrily, he could feel his mother's orgasm around him constantly, but he seemed unable to return her the favour. He thought back to the previous night as best he could, but he could think of nothing special that he did to make himself cum. He looked down at his mother's fully exposed body as he held her suspended in the air; his paws and cock the only things keeping her aloft. To his eyes there was no more beautiful sight; her silver scales glittering in the fading daylight, sweat dripping from her body and matting parts of her fur. Her breasts rocked gently at his motions, almost hypnotically as he felt the gentle pat of her twitching tail against his leg. She truly was beautiful sight, but one he knew he could not hold forever.

A new sensation flowed through Sandra's pussy as she felt herself being lowered to the ground as her son knelt with her. He began gently rolling her on to all fours; the rolling of her inner muscles over his shaft felt like she had several dozen tongues licking her pussy from the inside. She cried out blissfully, tears rolling down her cheeks as she remained in a near constant orgasmic state.

Holding his mother's hips after settling her on all fours, Merlin ground his cock as deep into her as he could go; he snarled at her, telling her how he would fill her until she overflowed and spilled his seed on the ground. Sandra begged again for him to finish as she moaned her love for him.

Merlin felt another tightening in his shaft; his knot was swelling, he knew he was cuming soon, but another sensation caught him off guard. He could feel an extra growth spurt around the tip of his cock and a second change of shape. Maybe this was his third phase, he wondered.

He found himself compelled to move faster and deeper again, and felt something ooze from the ridges on his tip. Sandra felt it too; a thick fluid which at once heightened her own sense of touch within her vagina but also relaxed her cervix. Several short minutes of his aggressive love making later Sandra gasped; she felt her cervix give way under his constant barrage of hits from his now massive and spike-like tip. One ridge passed her barrier then pulled back. Again and again it happened, each time extracting short sharp gasps from her. Then two ridges passed her barrier, the sensation driving them both wild. Finally Merlin let loose an ear shattering roar as he thrust in to his mother one last time. The third ridge of his tip passed her cervix and flared wider, locking him deep inside her. As he shoved his length as deep as possible, his knot flared to its full size in seconds, assuring him that his mother was now without doubt; his mate. Barely a heartbeat later, an unstoppable flood of Merlin's seed filled Sandra's womb; moments later she could feel it rush past the breach he had made and lubricated her tunnel once more as it gradually spilled out of her abused slit.

A deep feeling of tiredness overcame the two lovers; their passions slaked for the time being. Sandra fell onto her side and panted heavily; feeling her son do the same she curled herself as tight as she could, suddenly becoming aware of the evening chill. With the last ounces of his strength, Merlin wrapped his arms around his mother, feeling a great sense of both relief and love. "I'm yours now." He whispered softly in his mother's ear. She smiled as she fell asleep in his arms; her energy expended during their rough love making. Merlin knew she couldn't answer, but he knew she didn't need to; they were bound to each other now. Her willingness to allow him that was more than any words could say.

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Some distance away, a pair of crystal blue eyes had been watching the proceedings. Aria fanned herself gently and rested her pair of binoculars on the back of her jeep which she had been sprawled over, pleasuring herself as she watched the lovers. She sat up on her knees and casually smoothed down her fur then dressed herself; insatiable thoughts racing through her mind. "You can do that to me any time you want big guy." She murred to herself. "But I've got to tame you first."

Aria now knew he was more than a simple half-breed; he was more dragon than wolf, though his appearance betrayed that opinion. She knew that if he had taken her so roughly he would likely have given her a serious injury; the only reason his mother had coped was because they were so similar. If he were to learn true gentleness in order to have her, and perhaps teach his mother something new; she knew there was no better teacher than herself. "I'm looking forward to our next encounter." Aria purred to herself as she got back in her jeep and drove back down the rough trail to her home in the lower cabins.