Cabin Break: Chapter 5
#6 of The Cabin Break Saga
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Cabin Break
Chapter 5: The Opening of Hearts
The night had brought with it a deep chill and mild frost; the snow still topping the tallest of the nearby mountain peaks beginning to drift to the forest below. As the sun rose behind the curtain of mountains and forest, the chill of the night clung to the surrounding area, burning off slowly as thick, cool morning dew that turned to a heavy fog which enveloped the cabin site in its entirety.
Waking to the cool crisp morning air, Sara rolled onto her side and pulled her bed covers tight before slowly sliding her paw, then her arm from under the sheets. Blinking several times, the wolfess opened her eyes and smiled as she focused on her paw. The white fur on her exposed arm bristled as the morning chill took hold of her. Though she never said anything openly; Sara loved the cold. The sensations and feelings it evoked, stoked her inner child and romantic side to new levels. Every time it snowed, Sara was among the first to revel in the fun that was to be had. She was truly a child of winter and loved the changes it brought.
As she awoke fully, Sara drew her paw back under the covers and held her cold arm to her body. She shivered realizing it was colder than she first thought. As thoughts of warming herself washed through her mind she smiled again thinking of her son and how he might help. Feeling her heart flutter as she turned her thoughts to more passionate ideas, the white wolfess took several deep, slow breaths to calm herself. If the day progressed as she intended, both she and Sam would be more than warm enough and have little need for clothes.
With so much to do, Sara slipped out from her bed and felt her fur bristle in the cold air of the cabin. Excitement raced through her as she quietly moved with a playful skip in her step, enjoying the fact that she was naked. She stopped for a moment to gaze out at the thick fog surrounding the cabin and smiled, hoping that it held for as long as possible. She knew the thick blanket of mist would keep anything that happened away from prying eyes.
Without further delay; Sara headed to the bathroom. After turning the shower on carefully so as not to awaken Sam, she gathered several scented shampoos and oils she had brought with her and waited for the heat to build up, while her mind raced with passionate and taboo thoughts. The gentle caress of the water as she stepped into the shower made her sigh with a deep longing to feel a pair of warm paws touch her again. As she showered, she rubbed the oils deep into her skin and carefully shampooed her long black hair and soft white fur. Sara took absolute care to clean herself thoroughly and rinse the soapy lather from her body once she was done. Drying herself slowly with a soft towel, she took the time to make sure her fur was in perfect condition from her head to her toes. With only a little dampness left, she groomed herself with the metal brush she and Sam had shared the previous day and smiled, hoping for another chance to be so close, but less guarded.
After finishing her grooming; Sara strode back into the main room of the cabin filled with confidence. She inhaled the subtle scents she had worked into her fur and skin; hints of lavender, honey, delicate fruits, and rose petals danced in her nostrils. She giggled softly and hugged herself, biting her lip with a playful nervousness, then bounded into her bedroom once more to dress for her son. The wolfess murred quietly to herself knowing that one way or another Sam would catch the scent of her alluring aroma before she told him her feelings and desires.
Everything Sara picked to wear was precisely chosen to have the maximum effect on her son, provided her plan for the day went accordingly. She chose a small black bikini with ties at the hips, neck and back, and pulled them a little tighter than normal to help enhance the effect she hoped to have on her son. Next, she slipped into a new pair of form-fitting jeans that hugged her thighs and showed off the curves of her hips and backside. Continuing her slow dressing, she pulled on a tight black t-shirt that both revealed the bikini beneath and framed her well toned torso, bust and arms perfectly. Carefully and quietly Sara pulled on her favourite tan suede boots that almost reached up to her knees, with low heels and a cosmetic buckle and strap at her ankles. Lastly, Sara pulled on a fluffy pink sweater that was satisfyingly warm and would camouflage most of her body until she was ready to present it. Almost as an afterthought, she tied her hair back into a long ponytail. With careful steps she moved to the wardrobe and decided to use the special outfit she had bought on a whim to surprise her son with, if he accepted her. Sara took the parts of the outfit and laid them on her bed then covered them with half of her bed sheets to conceal them.
Feeling everything was set, Sara returned to the main room and built a small fire to keep herself and her son warm during the day; A short while later the flames blazed, small but bright and with plenty of heat. Sitting back on the couch, Sara gazed into the fire and calmed herself. As she ran through her plan once more, she began to wonder what might happen if things went wrong. Once more the wolfess began to feel the tight nervousness return to her stomach and a slight shudder to her breathing. Shaking her head, Sara gazed up to her son's bedroom and whispered, "It'll all work out Sam; you'll see." Taking some resolve from her statement; the wolfess sighed deeply to clear her mind for her next task - breakfast.
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Sam woke to the smell of bacon, it was a keen scent that was soon joined by others. Eggs, beans, grilled tomatoes, hot tea and more. Feeling suddenly alert, Sam propped himself up on his elbows drinking in the smells of his mother's cooking and began to wonder if he had forgotten something. His mother only cooked breakfast on special occasions and it wasn't either of their birthdays. His was still several weeks away and his mother's wasn't for another two months. Perhaps she was just being nice.
As Sam rose from his bed the chill in the air gripped him and he shivered. Quickly grabbing a pair of jogging pants and a loose t-shirt, the young wolf collected his thoughts as he dressed himself. He thought about his dreams again. He was sure he had seen the Angel become the Lady of the Lake again. She had been so close, close enough to touch and breathe in her scent; close enough to feel her heart beat and soft lips against his. Close enough to even see. Sam smiled faintly and patted his sketchbook, thinking of new ways to imagine his mother as the Lady of the Lake.
After dressing himself, Sam pulled back the curtains and gazed out of his bedroom window. A cold thick mist turned everything more than fifty feet away into blurry shades of grey. Beyond one-hundred feet, Sam could only make out the roiling grey mist like a living wall keeping them penned in. He wondered how long it might last. It was clearly too dangerous to drive in and following the trails away from the cabin would be treacherous. As far as he could tell, he and his mother were trapped together for better or worse. The wolf grinned and his tail wagged. At that moment, he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather be stuck at the cabin with.
As his thoughts returned to his mother; Sam could feel a near-physical tension forming from his desires and the events that had happened over the last few days. It was so powerful a feeling that the young wolf felt as if he could cut the atmosphere in the cabin with a knife. Sam wondered what opportunities he might have to get close to his mother again, to touch her, to feel her, to love her. Sitting back on his bed for a long moment, Sam considered what love would mean if they crossed that line. He felt like their mother and son bond of parent and child love would never break, even if a more physical relationship became awkward, but a new love, past that of mother and son and into the realms of lovers and mates was something Sam had never considered before. He had barely had girlfriends in the past and had only been kissed a handful of times, his first time holding particular significance to him as it was the first time he let his feelings truly show for another. As he thought about it, Sam realized those feelings he had during that first kiss he now shared for his mother. There was a breaking of boundaries that had to happen and Sam was at a loss for how to put any kind of plan in motion.
Shaking his head the young wolf stood up and made his way to the stairs to see what his mother was up to. She had indeed been cooking. Sam saw the kitchen table that looked certain to have enough food for a small army. Quietly he descended the stairs then turned and gazed into the kitchen, his eyes locking to his mother's form as she worked. Sam smiled as he realized how truly beautiful his mother was. For years he had been teased at school by his friends and other students for having what they claimed was the hottest mother of all of them. Who was he to disagree?
As he watched his mother busy herself, he could finally see what the others had seen; a highly attractive female who both worked hard at her job and looked after herself every day. Her gentle and alluring curves drew his attention and he noticed how tightly her clothes clung to her. The soft flick of her long glossy black hair gave her an air of mystery next to her brilliant white fur. Her azure blue eyes could command anyone with a gaze or make anyone fall in love with her in a heartbeat. Sam considered that for a moment and wondered why his mother had never re-married. Was she afraid to move on, or had she just not found the right person? He doubted the latter, as he knew as soon as his mother was ready for the commitment she would have fallen into the arms of her best friend, Tanya. In some way he had always hoped the husky who had been a friend of his family since before he was born, would become his mother's life partner. She had been such a big part of both of their lives and he wanted her to be there permanently.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he padded quietly towards his mother and yawned. "Morning, Mom."
Sara jumped then spun around to face her son. "Oh! G... Good morning, Sweetheart." She stammered, recovering from her surprise. "You really shouldn't sneak up on me like that when I'm cooking."
"I'm sorry, but is everything okay, Mom?" Sam asked inquisitively. "You don't normally cook a big breakfast unless it's a big occasion. Did I forget something?"
Sara let a coy smile spread across her muzzle "Perhaps, or perhaps not; either way I'm just glad you're here with me, so you deserve this either way." She gestured for Sam to take a seat at the table then turned back to finish cooking. After she was done she laid the plates of food on the table then stepped close to her son and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. "Enjoy it, Sweetie."
Sam sat at the table and looked over everything laid out before him. Bacon, thin cut steak, sausages, grilled tomatoes, eggs, toast, fruit and more. It was unlike any breakfast she'd ever cooked before, but it looked amazing. He'd thank her for her hard work after they had finished. They ate as much as they could; barely saying a word yet exchanging happy glances at each other while they feasted. 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 as he sat on the couch across from her.
Sara looked towards Sam with loving eyes. "You're more than welcome Sweetie." She purred then stared into the kitchen and groaned. "Oh well, I guess every good thing has its price."
Sam turned to look at the kitchen and dining table. "Dishes?"
"Dishes." Sara sighed solemnly. "I suppose I should get started on them before they get too tough to clean."
Staring at her for a moment, Sam smiled then got up and headed to the kitchen, calling back over his shoulder. "You take a rest, Mom. You've done more than enough this morning; just take some time to yourself." Caught by surprise by Sam's sudden generosity, Sara tried to find words to say, but Sam turned around and smiled lovingly at her. "Just my way of saying thank you, properly."
Sara couldn't argue. Before she had a chance to get up, Sam had cleared the table and started running hot water for the washing up. "Thank you, Sweetheart." she said softly; watching him with loving eyes as he busied himself in the kitchen.
Laying on the couch to let her breakfast settle; Sara calmed herself and thought about how best to approach her son. She could feel her excitement and nerves building but didn't want to rush into a situation she couldn't control. Knowing it would take about twenty-five minutes for him to clean all the dishes, she decided to make her move just before he finished. Sara could feel butterflies of nervousness in her tummy and started playing with her hair and stroking her stomach to ease her nerves.
Sam barely heard his mother on the couch and wondered if she was taking a nap or just resting as he cleaned up the left-overs and dishes. He hoped she had taken a nap. He considered going further than trying to grope his mother's breasts once again as she slept, but dismissed the idea, knowing how heavily clothed she was. The idea of touching his mother again made his blood run hot and Sam felt his arousal as his penis began to throb and become erect.
It had been almost twenty minutes and Sara could feel herself shaking with nerves. Her legs were trembling and her tail twitched erratically. The wolfess knew she'd have to make her move now or her nerves would get the better of her. Slowly and quietly, Sara got up from the couch and crossed the room in absolute silence; almost holding her breath and stepping so carefully that her boots made no sound on the wooden floor.
Sam was almost done with the cleaning and with just a few more little things to do, he smiled and took a deep breath. He'd join his mother soon and see if she was asleep. Part of him wanted her to wake up while his paws were on her body, but at the same time the young wolf was afraid of what his mother's reaction might be from such a bold move. He inhaled deeply for a second time and caught the smell of wild flowers and fruits. Mistaking the scents for the subtle aroma that surrounded the cabin on warmer days, Sam sighed quietly to himself. "I wish it could smell this good every day."
The young wolf froze suddenly as he felt his mother's paws slide slowly around his waist to rest on his tummy as she pressed herself firmly against his back. He felt her muzzle brush next to his ear as she began to whisper in her husky voice. "It can smell this good as long as you want it to, Sweetheart." Sam was in shock and could barely believe what was going on; was his fantasy coming true?
"S... Samuel... Sam..." Sara stammered slowly, trying to suppress the tremble in her voice.
Sam could feel himself shiver nervously then realized his mother was trembling as well. "Mom?" he said softly, not wanting to agitate the situation in a negative way.
"I... I know what you've done to me over the last few days." Her words were matter of fact and Sam went ridged, knowing he had been found out. He wanted to apologize but couldn't find the words. He mumbled something incoherent, but his mother's next words calmed him. "Hush, Sweetie. I woke up while you were touching me," She paused for a long moment so her words would sink in. "I liked it." Gingerly, Sara slid her paws up to his chest and lightly scratched him through his t-shirt with her claws. "I've seen you change in the last few days. I know you've been looking at me differently and you've been feeling confused. You've even got closer to me, not just as your mother, but as a friend. Not something a young male of your age would do so eagerly, especially with their mothers." Sam just listened to his mother's voice change from understanding to a sultry purr as she told him what she knew and how she felt. "I know about your dreams too." She said slowly; savouring his reaction. The young wolf gasped and tried to say something as his fur bristled with embarrassment. Sara 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 and his voice was dry and strained. "Was I talking in my sleep? Were you listening to me dreaming?"
She lightly pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. "I did. I even spoke to you in your sleep. You called me your Angel and your Lady." Sam trembled nervously, uncertain of what might have transpired during his unconscious state. "I've seen your drawings too. You've become quite the artist." Sara trailed her paw back down her son's chest and held him close. Sam felt his nerves begin to ebb as he realized he wasn't in trouble after all. "I've even seen you with your magazines and heard what you said about me."
Tensing a little, he slowly turned his head to look at his mother "You spied on me?"
Sara's voice became like warm honey. "I did. I don't know why I did it, but I liked what I saw and liked what I heard." Slowly one of her paws began to trail down her son's body until her finger tips rested just above his crotch and made the material of his jogging pants pull tighter against the stiff flesh beneath.
"Were you awake when I touched you on the sun lounger?" Sam said with a raspy voice as he accepted what his mother was saying so calmly and suggestively.
Sara smiled and lightly bit her lip before continuing. "I was and I even made it easier for you to explore my body."
"You let me do all that to you?"
Pressing herself as tight as she could to her son, Sara nodded then nuzzled her son's neck affectionately. "You might have explored my body, Baby, but I explored yours first."
The young wolf felt his jaw drop as he mentally scrambled for a response. "Did... Did you?" He stammered again but was quickly silenced by another of his mother's fingers at his muzzle, then felt her paw slowly slide back to his chest.
"Yes Baby, I've tasted you, played with you, and been so close to having you inside me that I could hardly bare it." Her paw that rested just above his crotch slowly moved lower and gently cupped his hard shaft. "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 as a shiver of pleasure passed through him.
With a tender lick to the back of his ear, Sara 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 what you did the other day if you didn't feel the same."
The young wolf felt all of his nerves calm suddenly as he realized his fantasy was coming true. He didn't want a girl like his mother; he wanted his mother! "I... I do feel the same, Mom. I love you." He looked at her steadily over his shoulder. "I truly, deeply love you."
Sara heard all she needed to. She tightened her arms around her son and kissed his cheek softly. "I really did like your drawings of me." She smiled as she watched Sam blush heavily. "I loved them; I'll be your Angel and your Lady of the Lake forever Sweetheart." Sam looked straight ahead, out of the kitchen window into the roiling fog and smiled. His embarrassment faded instantly; he had what he wanted, what he needed. He understood exactly what was happening between his mother and himself and knew where it was leading, so he 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 in her arms 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 as 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 is, yes Mom; my Angel, my Lady." He whispered. "You're all I need."
Sara stepped back from her son and looked him over with passionate eyes. She was glad he had turned out so well; handsome, fit, and healthy. She would make sure he stayed that way. Gripping the bottom of her sweater and with teasing slowness, pulled it over her head revealing the tight t-shirt beneath that clung to her figure and showed the material lines of the bikini top holding her large bust. She was about to pull off her t-shirt then smiled and rested one paw on the kitchen table while the other teased the bottom of the garment away from her body. She gave her son a coy smile and bit her lip, inviting him to finish what she started.
Sam quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor and stepped up to his mother. As he quickly gripped the bottom of her t-shirt Sara placed her paw over his. "Slowly Baby; we've got all the time in the world up here." Sam smiled and nodded, then carefully peeled the t-shirt off her. As she moved to let him remove her clothing Sara pulled out the band that kept her hair tied back and the cascade of glossy, raven black hair spilled over her shoulders and chest once she was free of the garment. Sam blinked in astonishment as he stopped to watch for a moment. "See something you like?" Sara giggled.
The young wolf nodded. "You're so beautiful Mom, I wish I'd said something sooner." As the two wolves gazed at each other longingly, Sam dropped her t-shirt on the floor by his, then just stood in wonderment at the sight of his mother in her tight jeans and even tighter bikini top.
Sara shook her head. "I don't think I'd have been ready before now, Sweetheart." With a loving smile she slowly batted her eyes at her son then turned around and playfully pulled her hair over one shoulder, inviting Sam to once again remove more of her clothing. "Go on, Sam, I'm all yours." She purred softly. Not requiring further instruction, Sam slowly pulled on the slim strings of the black bikini top his mother wore. A moment later the thin material fell from her body to the floor. Glancing over her shoulder at her son, Sara gave Sam a lover's smile and winked, giving him permission to continue.
His tail wagging with eagerness, Sam pressed himself against his mother's back and let his paws gingerly slide round her body until he cupped her breasts. Carefully he began to massage the soft but firm flesh in his paw, which made the wolfess moan softly. As his confidence grew, Sam began to explore her body a little further, pinching and teasing her nipples between moments of massaging her breasts.
Sara pressed her backside against her son's crotch and slid her tail between his legs as she reached back to grip her son's hip and back of his neck. Sam needed no further persuasion. He firmly kissed down her neck and shoulder as he rubbed his mother's breasts together and lightly squeezed her nipples between his fingers, making her growl low and lustfully. She softly whipped her tail across his crotch and between his legs, then placed her paws over his; pushing her breasts up so that Sam could see how full her cleavage was over her shoulder, while encouraging him to be a little rougher. "I need you, Baby, I need you." Her words became lost in another lusty growl as Sam slid a paw down into the front of her jeans and clumsily stroked his fingers over her pussy.
It was all becoming too much for Sara. It had been so long since she had felt such intimate contact that she felt like she was going to lose control. As quickly as she could, Sara stepped away from her son's embrace, leaving him momentarily confused, then she unfastened her jeans and pulled off her boots. Sam recovered quickly and stepped back in front of her and slid his paws to her waist then knelt down as he pulled his mother's jeans to her ankles, revealing her soaked bikini bottoms. He inhaled his mother's scent deeply, then firmly parted her legs. Sara looked down and saw what Sam was about to do and pulled the two strings at her hips letting her last piece of clothing fall to the ground; she bent over and braced her paws on the kitchen work top and lifted her tail giving Sam a full view of her wet pussy and anus.
Sam knelt behind his mother and gently laid his paws on her backside, slowly parting her firm round cheeks as he pressed his muzzle to her pussy and slowly slipped his tongue into her warm wet passage. Sara gasped softly and started to breathe deeply. She hadn't felt so wanted in years. Letting her tail settle over Sam's shoulder as a sign of trust, Sara felt a jolt of electricity flow through her body as Sam's tongue tenderly pulled out of her slit and flicked over her clit. With a loud howl of ecstasy Sara wrapped her tail over Sam's neck and shoulders to keep him where he was. "Yes Baby, right there!"
Not needing a second telling, Sam started firmly flicking his tongue over the spot that was driving his mother wild as he softly raked his short claws down the back of her thighs and calves. Sara suddenly shrieked and her entire body began to shake as an orgasm hit her unexpectedly. Sam got a shock as he felt his mother's orgasm squirt from her pussy and coat his muzzle. He liked the musky scent and taste it left and he drank as much as he could of his mother's juices. Taking a moment as his mother rode out her orgasm, Sam stood up then lifted his mother off the kitchen work top and held her close in a loving hug as they stood together. "That was wonderful Mom."
Sara turned in his arms and kissed her son 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. His eyes seemed to glow as what she said sunk in and his paws slowly started to explore her body again. "Get on the couch and take these off." Sara commanded her son, while still purring huskily in his ear as she tugged at the rim of his jogging pants and boxer shorts. Sam quickly moved to the couch in front of the fire place and pulled off his remaining clothes and waited for his mother to join him. His cock was now fully erect, throbbing, and in need of her attention.
Sara slowly sauntered around her son as he sat on the couch, watching him with hungry eyes and drinking in the sight of his body and his rock hard shaft. She stopped in front of him and teasingly flicked her hair, letting her long black locks spill over her shoulders and back once more. The white wolfess slowly arched her back and placed her paws on her hips, striking a sexy pose as she drew in a deep breath that made her chest heave as her tail swished from side to side. "Do you like what your Mommy has to offer, Baby?" Sam just nodded; his mother standing in front of him caught him in a long moment of rapture. With practiced slowness from the nights she had snuck into Sam's room, Sara knelt in front of him and teasingly stroked up his legs as she reached out to tease his cock.
Sam moaned loudly as his mother's paw firmly gripped the base of his shaft and began slowly stroking him. "Don't worry, Baby, I won't hurt you." Sara dipped her head but kept her loving blue 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 swirled around the tip. Sara began expertly rubbing his balls in one paw and firmly massaging the base of his shaft where his knot was with the other. He could feel his shaft swelling in his mother's paw. He was sure his cock was getting bigger simply by being in her paws. As Sara hungrily sucked on her son's member she could feel the strain he was under, and wondered if his blood had ever pumped through him so quickly before. As her paws massaged his shaft she began to feel his knot swell. Grinning to herself as she sucked on her son's cock, Sara kept the pressure on; the more his knot swelled the tighter she gripped it. Sam's heart was pounding in his chest; he was sure that 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 knife's edge as she introduced him to the concept.
Sam looked into his mother's eyes as she slowly slid his cock out of her mouth then licked the full length of his shaft. He moaned as she reached the tip and released his knot then softly squeezed his balls. The young wolf doubted he could ever cum so hard for another female. He growled wildly as his mother closed her mouth around his tip once more and came in her mouth. Sara had to pull back, unable to swallow fast enough and watched thick splatters of her son's seed splash over her face and chest.
With a soft murr of satisfaction, Sara ran her fingers over her breasts, smearing her son's seed into her delicate fur. She lifted her head to look at her son and giggled softly. She knew she was good, but never thought she'd make her son pass out. Carefully she stood up 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, smiling. She though about how perfectly everything had gone as she washed her fur clean; there had been very little shock, no argument or outward distress; Sam had simply given himself to her unquestioningly after hearing her side of the story and was clearly as in love with her as much as she was with him. She wanted to tease him some more and make him earn his right to lose his virginity to her. She'd show him a side of herself that she had kept hidden away from all but her dearest lover, which Sam had now become.
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Sam felt dazed as he woke. He collected his thoughts and wondered if he had been dreaming. Had he really just eaten out his mother? Did she just give him an amazing blowjob? With his vision clear, he looked around and it was apparent that it had been no dream. The young wolf smiled contentedly to himself. He didn't mind. Sam had told his mother in total honesty that he loved her and wanted to be her mate; that was all that mattered. With his wits returning he realized his mother wasn't in front of him like she had been before he passed out. He got up and turned around to see if he could find her with a quick glance around the cabin.
There was a loud, sharp whistle behind him. Sam spun on his heel and stared with wide eyes at the sight before him. 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 earlier; arching her back and stretching her legs, then slowly traced her paws down her body down to her thighs. She winked at Sam coyly and huskily spoke to him. "Hey Baby, want to show a girl a good time?"
Sam gazed at his mother in absolute admiration and wondered if she had been planning everything from the beginning. "Wow; Mom, you look just like a showgirl." A blush rose in his cheeks followed by a look of panic as he realized what he had just said and worried if he'd offended his mother.
Sara giggled softly and took slow steps towards her son, stretching her arms high above her head and pushing her bust tight against the waistcoat, making her cleavage look a little bigger. She circled him slowly and purred softly in his ear. "I can be your own showgirl, Hun. I took pole dancing classes before you were born." She stepped close to him and turned quickly, bending back into his seated posture and rubbing her backside into his crotch before rising again and striding teasingly to her room, swinging her hips and tail for deliberate effect. As Sara passed through the doorway, she beckoned her son to join her as she disappeared from sight.
With his mind racing, Sam followed quickly after her. As he stepped into the room he noticed the thicker winter curtains were drawn and several candles were lit around the room giving a very homely and warm feeling. Stepping further into the room he glanced around for his mother, then heard the door shut behind him. He turned quickly and smiled in surprise. He wondered how she had got behind him without him noticing, but the thought was quickly replaced by the sight of his mother and the flickering changes of light from the candles dancing across her hair, fur, and outfit.
"Sit on the bed, Sweetie." Sara said softly. As Sam's eyes adjusted to the darker conditions his mother's form blurred and reformed several times as he got used to the candle light. Doing as he was told he sat on the bed and gazed back towards his mother to see her staring coyly back at him. With a several confident steps she slowly walked towards him, rocking her hips gently from side to side. Sam stared as she licked her lips and teasingly started to dance up to the bed. Sam couldn't say a word; he didn't have to, his eyes were glued to her curved body as she swayed, stretched and writhed before him.
Sara sat on the edge of the bed and softly stroked her son's cheek. "Do you want to make love to me, Sam?" She growled while staring into his eyes. Sam was taken aback by her words; he'd never heard his mother talk that way before. It was a sensual inquiry that he was looking forward to getting used to. He nodded sheepishly; then she nuzzled him softly and giggled as she stroked down his body. "Do you want me to dance for you?"
"Please..." It was all he could manage before his mother softly nipped his ear then licked the gentle bite.
"Alright, but I want you to answer something first. Call it your payment for this dance." She winked playfully.
"What is it?" Sam asked curiously.
She moved close to him, laying her paws on either side of his hips and stared longingly into his eyes. "What do your friends call you?" She purred in that husky voice.
Sam wasn't sure why she was asking him such a thing but he thought it best to answer her. "Merlin." He said softly.
"Merlin; as in Merlin the wizard from the Arthurian legend?" She chuckled softly to herself. "Why?" She asked then lightly licked his nose.
Sam shrugged. "Everyone thinks I'm a wizard or some kind of genius at school. I pick things up faster than most of the others and try to help them if they don't understand. Some of the students have said it 'must be magic', but I don't believe that."
Sara smiled at her son then kissed him teasingly on his lips. "I guess you're not big-headed enough to just say you're smarter than them?"
The young wolf raised an eyebrow at his mother's comment. "I wasn't aware I had an ego problem."
Sara gave a soft and reassuring laugh then stroked her son's cheek as she gazed into his eyes lovingly. "Sweetheart, I think you're the most down to earth person I know." Leaning forward, she tenderly kissed his cheek and let a finger trace down his naked body. "You don't have an ego problem, Sam, but you do let your pride take a beating every now and then." Sam sighed and nodded, knowing that his mother's words were true. "You need to relax and not take things so personally and I know some amazing ways to relax."
Sam chuckled to himself and let one of his arms wrap around his mother's waist. "I bet you do."
Sara smiled and pulled back from her son's embrace. "Alright, I think you've paid up, just lie back and relax, Merlin." She giggled softly as she moved away from her son and brushed her fingers over the play button on the CD player on her nightstand, then got up and moved to the far wall. She waited for the music to begin, pressing herself firmly against the wall. The music started quietly but quickly built up and seemed to bring the room to life.
Sam's ear's perked up; he recognised the music. "Enigma." It was one of his mother's favourite bands, and in the current surroundings, made the song and his mother's movement's all the more erotic.
Sam was mesmerized watching his mother as she began to slide her paws down her backside and thighs. Slowly and firmly she ran her claws through her exposed fur and over the back of the tight boots, which revealed just how well toned her legs really were. Sara began to strut, twirl and writhe around the room to the beat of the music, flicking her hair and teasing her body through the soft blue latex as she moved. Sam had never imagined his mother moving like this before and now he couldn't get the motions out of his mind.
Another song started, then another and another, until they seemed to blend into each other as a faster beat rolled into the music, which made Sara act more aggressively. She started making lustful biting motions toward her son coupled with longing yet wild stares. She slid to the floor quickly then flicked her hair over her shoulders as she started to stalk towards her son on her paws and knees. She pulled herself up as she got closer and feigned kissing him before she gently pushed him back down on the bed, then quickly turned around and stood up, giving Sam a coy wink over her shoulder.
Sam watched attentively as Sara teasingly opened her waistcoat and flashed each breast generously in turn before slowly cupping them in her paws and teasing her nipples firmly. Her moans mixed perfectly with the music. It seemed to go on forever. Sam wanted to get up and take his mother there and then, but he had gotten so caught up in the moment he could barely move. Sara teased her son further before the music finished by slowly pulling her skirt up her legs to give him a quick flash of her pussy. In that moment Sam lost his train of thought and closed his eyes. He felt so lucky, so privileged. He doubted anyone else would ever see his mother like this in their lives. Feeling motion on the bed, Sam suddenly snapped back to reality to find his mother slowly prowling over his prone body, straddling him as her hair trailed over the sides of his body. "So naughty boy, wanna make your Mommy into a bad girl?"
The young wolf growled softly and nodded, his eyes ablaze with desire. "I want you Mom."
With a smile, Sara slowly sat up and slipped her waistcoat off then pulled her skirt up as high as it would go, giving him full access to her slit. Carefully she rested her paws on his chest, the soft latex lightly tugging on her son's fur as she settled. "Last chance to back out, Sam. If you want to, we'll just say it was a fun idea, but a mistake and we'll never speak of it again." Sam looked shocked and wondered how she could be saying that now. "If you want to go on though, I just need you to understand that if we do this, it changes everything. We'll be mates for life if you knot me."
The two wolves eyes fixed on each other's. Now came the final decision. Sara had already made up her mind and only needed Sam to say the word before she became his life mate. Sam firmly gripped her hips and gave a deep growl. "I want this; I want you." He paused as he watched his mother smile. "I want to make you happy."
"Then mate me, Baby." Sara purred huskily then sat up as she straddled her son's waist. She reached between them and guided Sam's shaft between her legs and slid the tip to the opening of her slit. Barely able to contain himself, Sam thrust into his mother, his thick member forcing her sensitive inner walls apart. They both gasped as Sam penetrated his mother's slit. "Mom, it's tight!" He moaned as his shaft slowly slid in deeper into her passage.
"It's been so long!" Sara whimpered and shuddered until she could feel his tip almost touch her cervix. She moaned long and low, pulling his head tight against her chest as she softly nipped the tips of his ears. "I've never been filled like this before!" Sam groaned softly as Sara squeezed her inner muscles around his long, thick shaft "Another few years of growing and you'll be able to get back into your birth chamber." She murred and pushed herself down hard against him firmly and felt his tip knock against her cervix. She let out a soft howl of pain and pleasure before she steadied herself. "We'll work on that when you get bigger, Sweetheart. I've always wanted to know what it would feel like with something going in rather than out."
Sam softly licked and bit at her breasts and nipples then moved so he could caress them. "I never figured you as the dirty minded type, Mom," he said with a soft grunt as he made gentle thrusts into his mother's tight passage.
"I never thought you were either; not until I saw your drawings." She softly stroked the back of his neck and tilted his head back to kiss him. As she finally pulled away from the kiss she whispered to him between soft moans. "I'll try to fulfil all of your fantasies, Baby, if you'll do the same for me."
"Yes..." Was the last thing he managed to say before their love making became too important to say anything further.
Rolling onto her back, Sara leaned against the head of the bed and pulled Sam on top of her, then slowly wrapped her legs around him; her heels clicking as her feet crossed behind his back. Sam propped himself up and stretched his legs out as he started to slowly grind his groin against his mother's. Sara squeezed his sides firmly with her thighs and softly scratched down his chest as he leaned in close and kissed her deeply. Sam moaned softly as she firmly milked his shaft again with her inner walls, her juices flowing freely over his shaft and making it easier for him to make longer, faster thrusts.
In spite of all her efforts, Sara felt like she wanted more. It had been so long since she had been mated and she knew her body would reach climax so long as Sam continued to thrust his cock deep inside of her. With the return of familiar sensations she reminded herself that her son had only just lost his virginity, but what a teacher he would have to learn from. She was content just to feel the joy of passionate sex once more. She could give her son a better education on how to please her later.
Bucking and rolling her hips against her son, keeping in time with his rhythm, Sara could feel his balls slapping off her backside with each thrust, each time making him whimper a little for release. But she knew he wanted more. The young wolf gripped his mother's breasts and held them together as he licked at her nipples, massaging them in time with his thrusts.
Sara was in a state of absolute bliss. She hadn't had penetrative sex since her husband died and now her son was literally filling the void left by his father. The wolfess squealed as Sam shifted his paws to her hips and arched them up as he tried to push in deeper. His tip firmly pressed to her cervix making her squeal turn to a howl of pain and pleasure as she pulled her son against her body and raked his back passionately with her claws, careful not to draw blood.
Sam was lost to his instincts, his fantasies about sex were being realized and the reality was so much better than the fantasy. He slowed down and began trying to make long, slow thrusts as his knot started to swell. Sara could feel her pussy being stretched wider; she knew the sensation. His knot was forming and she wanted it inside her when he came. Slowly, Sara rolled Sam onto his back and straddled him again. She stared down lovingly at him and slowly teased herself on the top of his shaft; squeezing his cock inside her warm wet tunnel and making his knot swell faster.
Sam firmly gripped her thighs and massaged them, which made her quiver lightly in anticipation as she rode his shaft and waited for his knot to swell to its full size. Pressing her paws to Sam's chest once more, she lowered her body and brushed her breasts against her son's chest. As Sam's knot finished swelling, Sara could feel it begin to stretch her slowly. After several short moments of thrusting, her muscles finally yielded to the thick flesh trying to penetrate her. With a slow slurping sound Sam's knot sank into his mother's vagina, locking the two lovers together. Sara screamed wildly and tossed her hair back and forth, as she pressed her fingers to Sam's stomach and gripped him firmly. The young wolf growled deeply, feeling his release was close as his mother squirmed atop him, her inner muscles beginning to flutter as her own climax began to take form.
They both howled together in pleasure as Sara's orgasm triggered Sam's, both wolves twitched and bucked aggressively and uncontrollably for several moments as their bodies acted on their own accord. Sam spilling his seed deep inside his mother, as Sara's juices washed over both of them. After several minutes they felt a measure of control back in their bodies, while muscles continued twitching lightly as they regained their breath. Sam went limp first and collapsed in exhaustion, his eye's still gazing lovingly up at his mother as she slowly rolled off her son and lay next to him, his knot still holding the new lovers together. "I'm yours forever now, Sweetheart." Sara smiled. It was done now, they were bound together; body, mind, and soul.
After several minutes passed Sara propped herself up and brushed her hair from her face. Sam was becoming sleepy; she could see it in his eyes. With a gossamer touch, Sara gently placed a finger under his jaw and slowly turned his head to face her. Sam smiled softly at her then whispered. "You really are an Angel, Mom."
Sara's gazed deeply into her son's dark green eyes seeing the love he had for her in his soul. "Only for you, Merlin." She purred huskily and leaned in close to kiss him softly and deeply as only a lover could. She gradually pulled back and stroked his cheek. "Sleep, Sweetheart, you've earned it." Within a few moments Sam was fast asleep with a look of perfect bliss on his face. Sara continued to lie at his side, softly stroking his chest fur. It would be some time before his knot would shrink back down and when it did she knew there would be a lot of mess. She didn't mind though; as far as she was concerned, her son was worth it. She nuzzled him softly as she felt his arms lazily wrap around her. "I love you." She whispered in his ear, before allowing herself to drift to sleep for a short while.