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Cabin Break

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Chapter 6: Learning Experiences

Stirring from dreamless sleep, Sam awoke feeling incredibly well rested but sore in places he hadn't known could feel pain. The room was still awash with the heady musk of their scents, a strong reminder of what had happened. The young wolf turned onto his side and was disappointed to find himself alone in his mother's bed. He sighed and sat up, stretching his arms then cleared his eyes of sleep.

As he slid out of bed naked he didn't feel the chill from earlier in the morning and wondered just how long he had slept. After moving around the room a little to work the stiffness and slight pain from his legs and groin, Sam smiled and took a deep breath. He had just had sex for the first time and it was better than he had hoped it would be. A look of overbearing confidence washed over his face as he remembered how his mother had spoken before they had started, the moans she had made, and the things she had done as they mated. He left the room before the last candle extinguished itself.

Sara lay naked on the couch in front of the fire-place reading a novel she had brought. She tilted her head as Sam entered the room, then snorted quietly as a humorous smile crossed her muzzle.

Sam raised a questioning eyebrow. "Something funny, Mom?"

Still smirking, Sara closed her book and dropped it onto the coffee table. "Just that bold as brass look you've got, Hun. I think your father would have said something like; here he is, the cock of the walk!" She tried hard to stifle a giggle.

"Did I do something wrong when we were; you know?" Sam sighed as his tail and ears sagged. He could feel his earlier confidence starting to drain.

Seeing the effect her words were having on her son, Sara sat up and patted the space on the couch next to her. "No, no, no. You did just fine, Sweetheart."

Sam sat down beside her, looking uncertain. "You're making that hard to believe."

"Baby," Sara sighed, "I was just teasing. You did everything I needed you to do for me and I hope I did everything to make your first time enjoyable." She reached out and squeezed his arm reassuringly.

Sam nodded and rubbed her paw. "Yeah, you did, but you said I did everything you needed me to. Did I not do everything you wanted me to?"

Sara took a deep breath and levelled her tone. "Sam, sex isn't something you're great at on your first try. It takes work and practice to get it right for both parties." She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer before lowering her voice. "But you did just fine for your first time."

Sam smiled weakly then rested his head on her shoulder. "What else could I have done?"

Sara sighed again, lightly running her claws through his hair. "Nothing." Sam sat up straight again and stared quizzically at her as she gave him a satisfied smile. "Seriously, Sweetheart, there was nothing else you could have done. You made me cum twice, and the first time was with your mouth. I've not had that happen for a long time."

Sam nodded then bit his lip. "Mom, when was the last time you had sex?"

Sara wasn't sure if his question was too invasive or just innocent curiosity. She turned and gazed into the fireplace. "About five years ago, several months after your father died." She felt Sam's paw on her thigh, realizing he was urgung her to continue. "It was with another female." She finished reluctantly.

Sam nodded and they held each other in a loving embrace while Sara stroked up and down his back. After several silent minutes Sam looked out the window and realized the fog had dispersed. "What time is it?"

Sara smiledinwardly, relieved that Sam was not pressing her for more details about a time she wanted to forget. "It's just after one-thirty. You slept for most of the morning after we finished."

The young wolf blinked in surprise. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I didn't want to disturb you, and you looked so peaceful lying next to me."

Sam huffed and sat back against the couch. "So when did the mist burn off?"

Sara shrugged as she looked behind her and shook her head. "About an hour or so I guess," she turned back to face her son and grinned playfully. "Why? Do you want to go out and play with me?"

Sam bristled with sudden excitement and panic at her suggestion. "Won't we be seen?"

Shaking her head, Sara got into her son's lap and pinned him to the couch. "Not likely. We're so high up and none of the trails below give a clear view to this place unless you're at the lake, even then you'd need binoculars or something else to see up here properly."

A wide lusty grin crossed Sam's muzzle. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Sara pressed her paws to his shoulders and held him down. "Not so fast, Merlin with the wood." She giggled as she glanced down at her son's stiffening member. "We need to make a few things clear before we mate again, understand?"

"Yes, Mom." He replied submissively, impressed with the strength his mother exerted to hold him down.

With a loving smile, Sara relaxed. "First thing's first. I love to play, Sam. I love to act and play a part when I dress up for sex. This morning I was your showgirl, tomorrow I might be model, or a beach girl." She paused and watched Sam carefully, making sure her words were sinking in. "Just remember this. I'm still your mother and now your mate too, but I'm not your personal whore."

"I never said..." He was cut off as Sara pressed a finger firmly to his mouth.

"I know you never said anything of the sort. I just don't want you to get the idea that I'm some slutty mom who just wants to get screwed at every opportunity." There was a stern authority in her voice that made Sam quiver. Smiling warmly, she continued. "I know I've not had sex for a while and believe me, for the rest of this vacation, you are going to get a lot of practice with me, but I don't just want you to be there for me physically, and I don't just want to be your living sex toy. I need you to be there for me emotionally too. This is a relationship we've started, a new relationship and we both need to be strong to get through this and keep it a secret."

Sam smiled lovingly at her. "Mom, you've been both my friend and mother to me. We've always been there for each other. This just makes us closer. I think we can be family, friends, lovers, and mates."

Sara stroked his cheek. "You always did understand situations better than anyone else." She purred then kissed him slowly and passionately. As she pulled away from their kiss she giggled. "You always had a way with words too."

The young wolf grinned happily and rubbed her thighs. "I try, Mom."

Sitting back a little, Sara shook her hair out and rested her paws on Sam's tummy. "Now the next thing. We need to stay in good shape." Sam titled his head curiously. "I know you do well at sports at school and ride bikes with your friends afterwards, but I think we can both be better and healthier."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

Sara laughed softly. "Don't worry, I think you'll approve. I want us to work out together and maybe have a personal trainer."

"Isn't that a little risky?"

"Relax, Sam, I'll work things out before we get home." Seeing the distress on his face, Sara quickly changed the subject. "Just one more thing to clear up."

"What would that be?"

"Our secret." She said softly as she laid her paw over his heart. Sam nodded and Sara shuddered slightly as she felt her son tighten his grip on her thighs. "You know we can't talk about what we've done or what else we'll do, don't you?" She searched his eyes to see if he understood the gravity of their situation. She was not disappointed.

"How could I, Mom?" The young wolf barked with stern conviction. "If anyone found out, we'd be separated, you'd probably go to jail and I'd be carted off to some foster home and probably some shrink who'd try to turn me against you."

Sara relaxed , cupping his cheeks and kissing him lovingly. He really was more mature than she had given him credit for. Pulling back from their kiss, Sara smiled and brushed a paw through his hair. "I'm glad you said that. You just said everything I was afraid of, so it's good to know we're on the same page."

Sam affectionately licked his mother's neck. "I'd never betray you, Mom."

Stroking the back of Sam's neck softly, Sara smiled. "I know you wouldn't, Sweetheart." The lovers nuzzled and kissed each other tenderly for several minutes, their tails wagging in both relief and happiness. Their paws slowly traced over each other's bodies as they tickled and teased each other. Sara giggled quietly to herself as Sam's fingers began to idly trace familiar patterns in her fur. "Anything you want to tell me, Hun?"

"What do you mean?" Sam said, confused.

"You've just traced the outlines of both my swimsuits I have with me, on my fur." She sat back and purred while tracing a waving line down her son's chest. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

The young wolf felt his cheeks flush. "You look so sexy in them, Mom. It was driving me crazy when I saw you in your purple one a few days ago."

A sultry look crossed Sara's face and she leaned in a little closer. "What else would you like to see me wear?" Her words were heavily laced with suggestion. Hiding an amused grin, she watched her son's expression change from content to one of endless possibility and hope. Sara felt warm inside as she waited for Sam's response; she loved to tease, it was in her nature to do so, but being armed with the knowledge of what he liked to see would make her task easier.

"I like, no, I love your work outfits."

Sara giggled and scratched behind his ear. "Which outfits in particular? I have several."

"All the ones you wear your black or red heels with. You know, the black pencil skirt and the grey one with the pleats."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise as she stroked his chest. "I never realized you paid such close attention to what I was wearing before."

Sam gave her a bashful smile. "I always knew you looked good, Mom. Now I can appreciate you in a new light."

She softly kissed his nose. "What else would you like to see me in?"

The young wolf rattled off a long list including, several revealing dresses, more swimsuits, workout shorts and sports bra's, ripped jeans, jean shorts, tie-tops, jersey dresses, knee-high boots and more. Each time he kept revealing how he thought the looks would appear better with high heels. Sara laughed and scratched his chest lightly and agreed that the right type of heels could make any outfit she wore look a little sexier.

"Well you certainly have a healthy imagination." Sara purred and nuzzled his neck, then felt him shiver. "Everything okay?"

Sam nodded and bit his lip. "You'll think I'm weird if I ask."

Sara gave him a reassuring smile as she sat up and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs,. "We're all weird Sam. We just see it differently in other people."

He nodded again and began to stroke his mother's tail, causing her to murr quietly. "Would you dress up as a movie or cartoon character?"

A wide playful smile spread across her muzzle. "I told you I'd try to make your fantasies come true, Sam. I'll even try to come up with some new ideas. Just don't abuse what I'm trying to do for you, for us." They hugged again and Sam growled with affection. Sara sighed happily and stroked the back of Sam's head. She knew she'd be speaking to Tanya again in the future. She was the one who liked to dress up as characters from movies and TV shows. Sara licked her lips and gazed down at her son as he held her and wondered what else was going through his mind that he wasn't ready to tell her yet.

Lightly drawing a finger along Sam's jaw, Sara whispered, "Would you like me to tell you how to be a better lover, Sweetheart?" Sam growled passionately in response. She reached between them and gently stroked the length of his cock. "First thing is to calm down. You're having sex, not trying to win the hundred-meter sprint. I like to make love for as long as possible when I can. I love the sensations, the sounds, and the scent of us together."

"Do you always like to take things slowly?" Sam asked hesitantly.

Sara giggled. "Not always. Trust me when I tell you, you'll know when I want you to take me harder and faster." Sam smiled and rubbed her backside. "Now, touch. You did pretty well earlier, but you need to know a few things that will definitely help." Sam sat up, his ears rising at his mother's praise. "I liked the way you massaged my breasts, you just need to be a little gentler sometimes."

"Like when you want things to happen slower?"

She nodded. "A firm paw is great to feel holding me, but my breasts can get tender sometimes, so you need to be careful. If I tell you to ease up, you ease up." She could see that Sam understood. She was trying to help him and to disregard what she was telling him would not be in either of their best interests. With a slight shuffle, Sara got off of Sam's lap but kept one finger pressed to the tip of his shaft, making him pant softly as she lightly rubbed it back and forth. "You like that feeling, Hun?" Sam just nodded and tried to steady his breathing. "I like it too. Remember when you were licking my slit over at the kitchen counter?"

Sam smiled happily. "How could I forget?"

A murr of delight emanated from her chest. "Good. Now I want you to take a look so you know what you're looking for in the future and don't just get there by chance." She stood upright and placed a foot on the couch next to him, then with a free paw carefully spread her vagina open. Sam's eyes widened as his mother gently stroked the top of her pussy and revealed her clitoris. "You know what a clit is, don't you?"

Sam giggled and nodded. "Yeah, they gave us sex education in school."

"Well that's a start at least." Sara laughed then gently rubbed at her clit. "Then you know it's four times more sensitive than the tip of your dick then?"

A blush rose quickly in Sam's cheeks. "I knew it was sensitive, but not that much. What does it feel like when you touch it?"

Sara was caught off guard by his question and paused for a moment to think. "You know that feeling you get when you jerk off?" Sam nodded, his blush still strong in his cheeks. "Well think that but stronger, and it gets even better when I cum." Taking his paw, she extended one of his fingers and lightly touched it to her clitoris, moaning softly. Taking control from her lead, Sam gently stroked at her soft sensitive flesh and watched as she twitched and shuddered at his touch. His admiration towards his mother for letting him touch her again was suddenly cut short when she stepped back. "Alright, I don't think you'll have too much trouble finding my clit any time soon. I think it's time for you to go a little deeper."

With a jolt of excitement, Sam moved forward and sat at the edge of his seat waiting for his mother to continue his lesson. Sara chuckled at his enthusiasm, then took his paw again and pressed his middle finger to the opening of her slit. Without waiting Sam pushed his finger into her warm passage, making her gasp and tense suddenly. She quickly grasped his wrist and shook her head. "Not so fast, lover boy. Remember, I said take it slow."

His ears dipped as he realized he had let his enthusiasm get the better of him. "Sorry, Mom."

With a gentle rub of his ear, Sara assured Sam everything was alright. "You're learning right now, not playing, just try and keep control of yourself." Sam nodded as he listened to her instructions. "Now I only want you to push your finger in a little, just past your second joint is enough."

Sam did as he was told, then looked up to her. "What now?"

Sara took several deep breaths to settle herself. "I want you to curl your finger towards you until you feel something a little different." Sam frowned a little, but did as he was asked. As he moved his finger he felt her flesh move and tremble slightly, until he pressed his finger against her inner wall firmly.

"I don't feel anything different," he said, feeling a little disappointed.

"Push up a little further if you can and rub your finger against me." Sara panted heavily.

Again, Sam followed her instruction and with just a little push upward the pad of his finger brushed against what he was searching for. Sara moaned deeply and began to clamp her thighs around her son's paw. Sam was at a loss for words but continued to rub his finger on a slightly rougher patch of her flesh. Sara squealed before pulling away, took several deep breaths and sat back down on the couch to collect her thoughts.

"Are you alright, Mom?"

With a sultry laugh, Sara nodded and began to wrap her legs around her son's waist. "Better than alright." She purred. "That was my G-spot."

Sam smiled and nodded. He had heard of it during sex education, but had been sceptical about just how sensitive an area it was until witnessing his mother's reaction. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

"You'd better." Sara giggled. "Remember this too, when your knot swells it brushes that spot almost constantly."

"So that's why you were twitching so much earlier."

Sara nodded and hugged her son tight. "I wish we could feel exactly what each other feels when we orgasm, because when your knot was tucked inside me, I could have sworn my body was pulsing with pleasure."

Sam's paws wrapped around her and he pulled her tighter into his embrace. "Can we go again?" Feeling his mother tighten her grip around him, Sam smiled hopefully.

"Not just yet, Sweetheart." She heard him sigh in disappointment. "Don't be like that. I do want to go again, but I'm still tender from earlier. How about later tonight?"

The young wolf nodded slightly. "Can we do it out here, by the fire?"

Sara licked her lips at the thought then gazed into her son's eyes. "You're quite the adventurous one, aren't you?" Sam gave her a shy smile in return. "I think we'll be making love in all kinds of places before this vacation's over."

"I hope so." The lovers held each other tightly again, then Sara pulled away, stood up and helped Sam to his feet.

"Go on, clean yourself up then take a walk or something." Sara said in a motherly tone. When Sam looked back at her and frowned she added, "We need some time alone too, Sweetheart. Trust me, you'll want the space to think and clear your head some times."

Sam nodded and accepted the fact that he'd be spending some of the afternoon alone.

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Wandering along the trails of the mountains and forest, Sam sighed as he tried to focus on the world around him. Every time he looked into the trees or gazed at the lake he visualized his mother in some form or other, from standing and smiling, to dashing through the undergrowth. He hadn't realized how much of an effect his mother had been having on him until he was finally alone. Looking off the trail, he caught sight of a small path that looked as if it hadn't been used in years. Deciding to follow it, Sam carefully stepped into the forest and found his senses coming back to him as he concentrated on staying on the broken path.

He followed the path for several minutes. A cool breeze rushed through the trees bringing the fresh scents of the forest to him. Sam inhaled deeply and caught the scent of something he hadn't smelled in years. "Oak sap?" Following the path deeper into the forest, Sam finally came upon the source of the scent. In a forest full of evergreen trees he found himself standing in a large glade with a single oak tree at its centre. The young wolf took his time as he walked around the giant tree. It was clearly very old, but he couldn't escape the feeling he had seen the tree before in another place.

A moment later, Sam found himself face down on the grass. He had tripped over something small and hard. Grumbling to himself in pain as he turned over, the young wolf crawled over to see what the source of his new grievance had been. It was a small stone plinth with a bronze plaque that had over grown with grass. Clearing the object, Sam read the inscription.

The Tree of Forgotten Loves. Planted over one-hundred years ago the tree commemorates the lost love of a former woodsman at this site. A legend grew up around the tree that suggested that anyone who had lost a loved one or had forgotten about them would be reminded of them just by looking at the tree.

Sam turned his gaze back to the tree and tilted his head curiously. Like a fog lifting from the land, it came to him. He remembered where he had seen the similar tree and who it was that he loved - Tanya Pendragon. She was both his mother's best friend and had been like a sister to him as he had grown up. At her side, Sam had learned how to understand deeper conversations and interpret what wasn't being said. The dark red haired husky had also been his playmate and babysitter for as long as he could remember. She had been his first love, a female that he understood in ways he couldn't explain. Her black and white fur, well-toned body, and large bust had always been a draw to him as were her crystal blue eyes, but it was her personality that he had fallen in love with. She wasn't afraid to have fun or push boundaries, but there was a shyness to her and a trust they had formed from his earliest years through which they had shared intimate parts of their lives.

Sam had learned earlier than most males how tough a relationship could be through Tanya and her bad experiences. For all the heartbreak she had gone through, Sam had always been there for her when even his mother and father couldn't be. He was her open ear and he never judged her, he only offered her his innocent council which usually ended with the two of them in a warm, loving hug.

With a sigh, Sam dipped his head. It had been so long since he had last seen her or spent any real time with her. All too painfully, he realized how much he missed her being in his life. Standing up, Sam walked toward the tree and tried to imagine Tanya stepping out from behind the ancient oak. As he reached the trunk of the tree he sighed, unable to conjure a strong enough mental image of her.

"Are you lost, Son?" An older gravelly but kindly voice called out to the young wolf.

Sam spun around to face the new comer. He paused for a moment as he caught sight of the bear that had just entered the glade then relaxed a little, recognizing the cabin site's head ranger. Sam shook his head. "Not lost in the physical sense."

When the ranger came closer he smiled but stayed a few paces away from the young wolf. "Are you alright? You've got quite an intense look there."

Sam nodded and sighed. "Yeah, just trying to remember someone from my past that's all."

"You look pretty stressed about it. How long ago was it that you last knew them?"

Sam frowned. "A few years, but I can't seem to picture them right now."

The older bear chuckled softly. "Let me tell you a story, son." He slowly sat on the ground with grunts and groans. Sam guessed the bear must have been in his sixties at the very least and was surprised he was still working at such a heavy duty outdoor job. In spite of his misgivings, he held his tongue and let the bear speak. "There were two dwarf hamsters who walked into a brothel one night, and one of them said, 'Your two best girls for the night please!' Sure enough two long legged busty rabbit girls walk out and take them to separate rooms. The first tries for an hour to please the girl in his company but his body won't perform. The situation gets worse for him when he hears his friend next door calling out, 'One, two, three, huh! One, two, three, huh!' for the next few hours. So the first dwarf hamster lets his lady go for the evening. In the morning the first dwarf hamster tells the other how terrible his night was, to which the second dwarf hamster replied, 'You think you had it rough? I couldn't get on the bed!"

Sam roared with laughter at the old bears joke as he fell to his knees. After a few minutes Sam calmed himself down and looked to the ranger, who just sat with an amused grin on his muzzle. "Good joke, but how was it relevant to me?"

The bear smiled. "You looked like you were stressed, and too much stress prevents you from seeing those things you often want or need too. You've been distracted now and had a laugh, so wait a moment then try imagining her again.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say my friend was female."

The old bear gave him a wise smile. "You didn't have to."

A young female voice cut through the settling silence. "Hey Grandpa, are you ready to head back now?" Sam turned to see a young female bear with shoulder length brown hair approaching them. He stood up slowly, mesmerized by the bear in her tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt that showed off her generous figure.

The old bear chuckled. "I think she's out of your league for now, Sunshine."

Sam snapped out of his train of thought. "No, I was just..."

"No need to apologize or make excuses. She knows she has that effect on young guys too. Just think about your friend, or someone closer to you. You might have an easier time of it now." He paused for a moment. "What's your name, Son? I remember seeing you when you arrived, but your name escapes me."

The young wolf smiled. "It's Sam."

The old bear smiled back and nodded, "Mike." The bear groaned as he stood up then joined the young female and began to walk down the path with her.

Turning to face the tree, Sam pictured Tanya perfectly in his mind and after a moment he was certain he was dreaming. He watched as the image of Tanya began to emerge from behind the tree, her strong naked form kneeling on the ground and opening her arms. Sam closed his eyes and shook his head; there was something familiar about the gesture she made. When he opened his eyes he realized he was looking at a memory from his childhood. Kneeling next to the image of Tanya was his mother. The husky and wolf embraced and kissed each other softly as their paws gently stroked each other's bodies. Their motions were tender and full of love, but Sam could feel sadness surrounding them.

Sam whined as he watched the vision of his memory. He remembered exactly when this had happened, two months after his father had died. Sam remembered that night. Tanya had stayed at his home and he had difficulty sleeping. He went to speak to his mother late that night and found her bedroom door cracked open. He had looked through to see his mother and best friend sharing a loving moment together. It was then that Sam felt some relief for the first time since his father had died. Bearing witness to the two female's actions, Sam hoped that his mother would be able to let go of her grief in time and accept another into her heart. The fact that it was Tanya who appeared to be helping her only made him happier for all of them.

There was a shimmer like mist, then the vision was gone. Sam sighed and turned around to be faced with another vision of Tanya, this time wearing a black and gold kimono style dress and holding her paws to her heart. The young wolf blinked several times but the vision remained. The image extended her paws to Sam and spoke in her honeyed-voice. "I'm always here, Sam." As her paw touched his chest, Sam closed his eyes and felt warmth over his heart. When he opened his eyes he was disappointed to see the vision was gone. It had been so real, he was sure of it. He tried again to imagine her again but nothing happened.

Sitting back on the ground, Sam stared at the tree for almost an hour, thinking of things to say, questions he wanted to ask but was not ready for yet. The illusion of Tanya made Sam realize he still loved her too. He considered his mother's words from a few days ago that who she had in mind for her mate would not mind Tanya being part of the family. Sam smiled happily to himself then set off back to the cabin. He had a lot to think about and plenty of time to prepare some difficult questions for his mother.

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Sitting out on the veranda, Sara took mental notes of ideas and things that she had to take care of. Time and again she thought about Tanya, but was unsure how to approach her about being a part of their new relationship. She found it odd that she wanted more female company to be around both herself and Sam, but Tanya was the perfect choice. Sara had always known Tanya had a soft spot in her heart for her son; such was the friendship the two had built up over the years, but she wasn't sure how deep her feelings ran for Sam. The wolfess knew her husky friend had her love, and in a heartbeat the two would have become mates, but Sam was a new factor that she had never considered before. Concern filled her mind with every new idea as she was forced to remember that neither Sam nor Tanya had seen each other in several years. With the way he was growing and changing, Sara wondered if he even remembered or cared about the husky.

The sound of crunching dirt and gravel announced Sam's return and Sara rose to meet him. Sam stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened as his mother descended the small set of stairs at the front of the cabin. She wore a small pair of jean shorts and a simple yellow sheer top that tied between her breasts and revealed her lack of a bra. The young wolf growled provocatively as his mother let her hips sway with each step she took towards him. She stopped a few paces away from him and gave him a playful smile. "Are you just going to stand there while the sun sets, or would you rather come inside and play with Mommy?"

Without missing a beat, Sam grabbed his mother's paw and ran inside, pulling her with him laughing. They had no sooner entered the cabin before the door slammed shut and Sara found herself pressed against it as Sam began to kiss her passionately. Sara growled lustfully and raised her thigh to her son's hip, looping her leg behind him to pull him close. "Oh my," she purred as they broke their kiss, "what did I do to get this kind of greeting?"

Sam locked eyes with his mother and grinned. "Just being here." He growled, then grabbed his mother's backside and lifted her into his embrace, making both her legs wrap around his waist.

The wolfess squealed girlishly as Sam lifted her off her feet and quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly as she nuzzled his neck affectionately. Feeling the firmness in Sam's crotch rub against her groin, Sara's breathing deepened at the sensation. "Remember what I told you earlier, Sweetheart?"

With a soft growl, Sam nodded. "Can't I just catch you off guard in a moment once in a while too?"

Sara giggled. "Of course you can, but right now we need to take it slow. I'm still a little sore and I don't want to get hurt." Sam whined apologetically, his ears dipping as he turned his head and loosened his grip, setting her carefully back down. Sara could still feel her heart racing as she tilted Sam's muzzle back towards hers. "Don't get deflated, just come with me. I got something ready while you were gone."

Sam felt a measure of his confidence return. Taking her paw, he followed her into the living room and smiled as he looked in front of the fireplace. "You have been busy, haven't you?" Sara had laid out several blankets and a thick black, fluffy rug that just looked too tempting not to lie on. A small fire crackled and gave off a gentle heat and atmospheric light as the sun began to set behind the mountains.

Sara sat down in the middle of the rug then lay back, stretching and writhing on it. She moaned and panted as her fingers teased at her clothes. "You know I was," she purred. "Now, get me out of these clothes and show me what you've learned." Sam took a breath to compose himself before he knelt at his mother's feet and gently ran his claws through her fur from her ankles to her upper thighs, stopping just short of her shorts before starting back down again. "You tease." Sara purred in delight. With only a playful grin for a response, Sam continued, bringing his paws to his mother's feet. He paused then carefully lifted one of her feet and began gently massaging her foot pads. Sara moaned and squirmed at his touch. "You're definitely a tease, Baby." With some effort Sara lifted her other leg and placed her foot on his chest, then gently rubbed up and down, her claws tugging gently at his t-shirt.

"And you said I was a tease." Sam chuckled as he placed the foot he had been massaging on his chest, then took the other and began again. He watched for several minutes as his mother squirmed on the rug, amazed that she was so receptive to a such a simple thing as a foot rub. He kept a mental note of the different motions he made and how his mother reacted. It was all good learning as Sam saw it, and something to keep in mind if Tanya did join their relationship.

Feeling daring, Sara worked her toes against Sam's chest and made him growl softly. She lightly bit her lip then pulled her foot away from his chest and carefully brushed the side of his muzzle with it. Sam quickly grabbed her foot and held it in front of him. Gazing down at his mother he saw her staring back, wide eyed and expectant. Sam guessed she had never had any real attention given to her feet in the past, but the way she was reacting, he saw no reason to disappoint.

Sara threw her head back and arched her body as Sam's tongue lapped over her toes and foot pads with a dexterity that surprised her. "I swear, I've never had foreplay like this," she said between heavy pants and gasps. Sam smiled to himself, pleased with his mother's reaction. He brought her foot closer and lightly nibbled and sucked on her toes. Barely able to contain herself, Sara dug her claws into the rug and arched her back a little further, the sensations rippling through her foot making her tremble.

Satisfied that he had taken plenty of time so far, Sam released his mother's foot and let it fall gently to the floor, then brushed the other off of his chest before crawling over Sara's prone form. As the young wolf's eyes drew level with hers, Sam saw something different in his mother; a willingness to try new things. It was so clear in her eyes, he swor he saw them sparkle with desire. Deeply growling he asserted his claim on his mother as his mate, as Sara whined softly and nuzzled submissively at his neck. There was something primal about their actions that excited the wolfess. For as much as she liked to role-play and share in the physical side of their love equally, she loved the thought of a strong dominant male taking control once in a while. It was her desire to have that once more in her life, and she would make sure Sam was ready in good time.

"Enough playing, Merlin." Sara said with a low husky growl. "Take your lady."

With unexpected depth in his voice, Sam responded, "As you wish." Sara lay back, her eyes wide with anticipation and shock from the power of her son's voice. Sam breathed deeply, inhaling his mother's scent as he slowly pulled the knot out of her tie-top. With little effort the material unfurled and fell away from Sara's breasts, exposing her chest fully. Sam smiled lovingly at her then kissed her passionately as he ran his paw teasingly over Sara's chest. His claws brushed through her fur and teased her sensitive flesh, making her moan and writhe with each pass. They broke their kiss and gazed longingly at each other as Sam gently cupped and massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples with the pads on his thumbs.

"So good..." Sara whimpered at her son's touch. She was overcome with both love and pride for her son. He had listened to her earlier instructions and was proving he was more than just a quick study. Quickly unfastening her shorts as Sam caressed her breasts, she gasped as she slipped a finger between her legs and felt the hot wetness of her slit. "I'm ready for you, Sam. Take it slow, but don't make me wait any more."

Sam nodded and sat back, gripping the waist band of her shorts. As he pulled Sara stretched her legs up above her son's head, aiding him with her clothing's swift removal. Tossing the shorts to the side, Sam stood up then pulled off his own clothing slowly enough for her to enjoy the sight. Gazing down at his mother, Sam chuckled and repeated what she had said to him earlier that day. "See something you like?"

With a satisfying murr of content, Sara nodded and pointed her feet at his crotch. "Step a little closer and close your eyes."

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise as he caught on to what his mother wanted to do to him. When he complied, he felt Sara's feet come to rest on his thighs, then with the grace of a dancer, he felt them gently rub and kneed his hardening shaft and balls. It wasn't anything like he had expected. She gripped him with toes on either side of his shaft as she worked him to his full hardness, then brushed the top and bottom of her feet across his sensitive cock flesh. The tender brush of her claws sent chills of excitement arcing through him as he struggled to stand still.

Laughing softly, Sara sat up, her hair seeming to flow away from the black rug to be part of her again. With a final flick of her claw on the tip of his cock, Sam shuddered as Sara lowered her legs then got to her knees. As he stood there in the aftershock of the sensations he had just experienced, he felt his mother's mouth and paw envelop the length of his shaft.

Slowly at first, Sara began to suck the tip of Sam's member, carefully running her teeth over his sensitive flesh as her tongue lapped and slid around his length. Working her paw in a gentle pumping motion at the base of his shaft, she felt him begin to buck into her mouth. She moaned deeply and clamped her thumb and finger tightly at the base of his cock, and let his flesh fill her mouth. She then gently pushed the bottom of his shaft up with her tongue, making his tip slide along the ridges at the top of her mouth.

As she slid his hard shaft in and out of her mouth, Sam howled in desperation. He needed to cum and wanted to enjoy his release, but his mother's fingers kept pressure in just the right place to force him to hold back.

Keeping the pressure on for a few moments, Sara waited until she felt twitching beneath her fingers. She knew she had forced him to hold back a full load, and his cock pulsed as if it were releasing already. He couldn't hold it for much longer. Releasing him from her grasp, Sara slipped her tie-top off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor before pulling back for a moment and locking eyes with Sam, her voice full of lustful intent. "You're gonna love this, Honey."

Sam barely had time to respond before he felt the soft fur and warm flesh of his mother's breasts press against his throbbing cock. Over and over she rubbed her breasts over his slick shaft, her tongue flicking out to lick his tip every few strokes.

Growling lustfully, Sam began to thrust into her cleavage. The action caught Sara by surprize at first, but she quickly adapted to his motions and opened her mouth a little, letting his tip slide in and out of her mouth on every thrust. Sara lashed her tongue against his cock tip with every penetration until she heard him cry out. "M-Mom! I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!"

Not wasting a second, Sara sat back and hooked an arm under her breasts, pushing them up as much as she could, then quickly grabbed Sam's cock and began pumping his shaft wildly. "Let it go Baby..." she purred, "Get it all over me." She felt a gentle swelling in his knot and stepped up her efforts.

A deep growl rumbled from Sam as his mother worked his shaft with her paw and a moment later it was followed by a heavy gasp as several thick, wet strands of his seed shot onto her face and chest. Sara squeezed his knot and another heavy load shot from his member straight into her mouth. The wolfess gagged slightly as the salty-sweet fluid struck the back of her throat, but she recovered quickly and gazed up at him with wide loving eyes as another spurt of his cum landed across her chest and dribbled on to her leg.

After a moment, Sam staggered back and rested on the arm of the couch. "I don't think..." he panted, "I'll cum again today... after that."

Sara grinned and lay back down on the rug. "That's alright." She purred softly, and the mischievous glint in her eyes suggested their latest sexual encounter was far from over. "You've had your release, now I need one too." She saw that her son was still rock hard and parted her legs, slowly spreading her wet folds open. "So, do you think you're up to it?"

Sam gazed longingly at his mother. "I think I can do that."

Sara gave a sultry murr. "Then come and eat me, you bad wolf."

The young wolf almost leapt towards his mother as he dropped to the floor on all fours and crawled towards her. Sara giggled softly and spread her legs wide pulling her knees up and holding behind them with her paws. "Show me what you've got, Merlin." Sam lay at her feet and gently pressed his paw against her crotch, moving his fingers to her outer flesh and parting her slit. With his other paw, he began to stroke his thumb along the top of her slit, making Sara shudder and gasp. "Yes, just a little more."

Sam growled and leaned his head in closer until Sara could feel his breath on her naked flesh. He stroked his finger along her slit again and then stopped near the top as he lightly pulled against her clitoral hood, causing her to squirm. With a hot breath across her slit, he grinned as he watched her legs and abs tighten briefly. "I think this is what you wanted, Mom," he growled.

Sara cried out as Sam's tongue slowly lapped over her clit. She hadn't expected him to hit the mark so suddenly after only a single demonstration. As Sam's tongue lightly drew along her clit again, Sara wondered if she had somehow gotten lucky and that Sam was just naturally gifted when it came to matters of physical love. Again and again he licked at her slit, changing direction several times to stimulate her further. In a few short moments, Sara's loud cries of pleasure were reduced to breathy moans and gasps of ecstasy.

Sara tried to call out to Sam and have him slow down, but every time she tried, she found herself short of breath and lacking words. She found herself further under pressure when she felt two of Sam's fingers slide into her. She had been so stimulated by her own actions and Sam's that her slit was flowing freely with her juices and his fingers could slide deep inside her without hindrance. Feeling her body tremble at the sudden girth that penetrated her, she whimpered submissively amid moans of pleasure as Sam worked his fingers slowly in and out of her for several moments.

Sara found herself fighting her body to try and talk to him, but it was a battle she quickly lost as Sam curled his fingers inside her and gentle brushed his finger pads over her G-spot. With only a few strokes Sara's body went ridged and her feet slammed into the floor, pushing her body upwards as Sam's fingers slipped out of her and her orgasm hit with undeniable force, sending a jet of her juices spraying across the wooden floor of the cabin. As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto the rug once more and lay there, panting heavily.

Several minutes passed as Sara lay still and Sam found himself becoming worried. He crawled over her again and gently stroked her cheek. "Mom, are you okay?"

It took the wolfess several seconds to focus on her son. As he became clear in her vision she smiled and gently stroked his cheek in return, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "That was incredible, Baby..."

Sam gave her a loving smile and nuzzled her paw. "I'm trying my best."

Sara lay back and murred softly to herself then gently patted her son's chest. He gazed at her, curious about what she wanted. "Go into the bathroom and get a towel. Put it on the middle of the couch, then bring me a glass of water." Sara slowly sat up and began breathing deeply to clear her mind as Sam returned a moment later with the glass of water. She looked at the glass and smiled. "Help me up, Hun."

Sam nodded and offered Sara his paw and arm. Gripping him tightly, Sara pulled herself up with Sam's aid and she stood on shaking legs for a moment before taking the glass from her son and drinking the water slowly.

"You scared me there for a moment, Mom." Sam watched her with some relief as he placed the towel on the couch. When Sara finished her water and stepped towards him again with her head down, he asked again, "You sure you're okay, Mom? You look like you're in a daze."

As she raised her head, Sam saw her eyes turn from the soft gaze of afterglow to sharp playful eyes once more. With a surprising shove, Sara pushed Sam back onto the the towel on the couch and crawled into his lap, straddling him quickly. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his shaft and guided it into her pussy. The two wolves growled lustfully at each other as their bodies joined once more.

Sam settled quickly as he realized she wasn't moving on top of him. "Mom?"

A softness returned to Sara's eyes. She brushed a few stray hairs from over his eyes and smiled. "Slowly, remember."

Sam smiled and hugged her tightly. "I love you so much, Mom."

Sara felt her heart melt at his words. "I love you too, Sweetheart. With all my heart." They sat in each other's embrace for almost ten minutes, barely moving. Sara carefully rocked her hips, feeling every contour of her son's impressive member buried inside her, while Sam gently bucked his hips at her command. The two lovers tenderly stroked and caressed each other with one paw at a time. Sam was lost in this new way of touching and feeling, it was so erotic and demanding in his imagination that he almost forgot where in the world he was. The wolfess murred quietly to herself as her paws trailed across her son's body, one after the other. She was enjoying the gentleness of the motions, and was pleased that they had been so decisively slow, that Sam's knot hadn't fully swollen inside her yet.

Grasping his paws again and guiding, them to her ankles, she growled softly. "Hold on, Sweetheart. I think it's time we make this ride a bit bumpier." Sara reached forward and firmly gripped the head rest of the couch. "Keep your thrusts in time with mine, okay?"

Sam nodded and kissed Sara softly on the lips. "I'll do my best."

"I know you will." The wolfess purred with delight. Taking the lead, Sara began to roll and grind her crotch against his, making him grunt softly. It took several thrusts, but Sam quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of them. Within moments Sara was panting and whispering her passionate thoughts to him. Sam's breathing deepened as their pace picked up. He quickly moved a paw from her ankle to Sara's hip. It landed more heavily than he intended, and ended up spanking her gently earning a soft squeal of joy from her nonetheless. She gazed into his eyes with a playful smile. "Don't over use that."

Sitting back a little, Sara grasped her backside and teased herself as she bucked against him with the strength of an athlete. Sam huffed and growled as he struggled to keep pace with his mother's movements. He suddenly realized why she had told him he needed to look after himself better just to keep pace with her. The incestuous lovers began to move more aggressively against each other and Sam felt his knot begin to swell. "Mom," he groaned, "I'm going to tie with you again."

Panting heavily, Sara responded, "Do it, Baby, make me yours again."

Sam laughed inside his mind. They already belonged to each other, and he would gladly re-new that bond every day until he died. With several long thrusts, Sam felt her slit begin to stretch to accommodate his knot once more. With a loud slurp, Sara's crotch sank over and onto the full length of his shaft, and she howled as they were joined. Shortly after they connected, Sam began to buck and roll his hips, making Sara cry out in intense pleasure, as his knot was forced to brush over her G-spot again and again.

Sitting up and holding her close, Sam caressed her breasts with firm paws and lashed her nipples again and again with his tongue, stopping only briefly to lick and suck on them. Sara moaned and tried to hold Sam's head to her breast, but she found herself losing control of her body again. She quickly grabbed the head-rest of the couch and dug her claws into the framework as her body began to shudder with the approach of another orgasm.

Doing his best to keep going, Sam could feel himself becoming exhausted. He knew his seed was spent, but felt obliged to try and help his mother finish. He felt the tremors rippling through her, but as she cried out, he knew it wasn't the release she wanted; her body was holding back somehow. Sliding his paw between them, Sam whispered into her ear. "Cum for me Lady." Then he rubbed Sara's clit with a few well-timed strokes of his fingers.

It was too much. The wolfess felt her body shudder violently as Sam's finger brushed her clit and sent her over the edge. As she rode out her orgasm, Sam slowly rolled her onto her back and held himself above her, watching intently as she slowly began to calm down. Sara blinked and rubbed her ears as she settled. Focusing back on Sam she smiled at him and tenderly rubbed his chest. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

"My pleasure, Mom." The two wolves shared a quiet giggle, then rolled onto their sides and snuggled on the couch. "Why did you want the towel on the couch?"

Sara giggled. "I don't mind cleaning the floor, but I'll be damned if I'm cleaning the couch too." She slid her leg over his as Sam chuckled and pulled his mother close, and they cuddled together until sleep overtook them.

* * *

The moon rose high that night as a cool, fresh breeze rippled through the trees. Sara stood naked out on the overlook, gazing down at the forest and wishing that she and Sam didn't have to leave. There was so much here that she loved, so much more that she wanted back in her life. She had originally trained to be a forestry worker but had settled for an office job that paid better. It had worked in her favour. Both she and Sam lived a comfortable life with her earnings and the life insurance pay-out from her deceased husband. But now that she was among the wilds of the world again, she found that she didn't want to leave, just in case it all turned out to be some wild dream.

The wolfess sighed and turned to look at the trail she and Sam had taken to the waterfall. She smiled and remembered how exhilarating that day had been. There had been no cares and they had both tested each other and found the same desires in their hearts. Sara giggled and remembered how an innocent game of tag had turned into a small adventure that had led them into new territory in their relationship. That day had helped set so many events in motion and Sara didn't want to let go of it.

She hugged herself as a new breeze ruffled her fur and whipped her hair over her shoulder, and turned to look back at the cabin. "We'll go back," she said quietly to herself. "We'll make more memories there."

Padding back to the cabin, another thought crossed her mind. She had felt so drained earlier that afternoon when Sam had first brought her to climax, but was so energised again just by drinking a glass of water. She glanced up at the night sky as she stepped back onto the veranda, and wondered if deep down, no matter how improbable it seemed, if there was some kind of magic at work that had brought her son so close to her, so much so that they had both cast aside their cares for the outside world and had chosen each other. Sara felt a tear roll down her cheek as she considered what might happen if anyone found out about them and the friends they would lose.

Sniffing back her tears, Sara took a deep breath and cleared her mind. "This is a good thing for us. We've always had each other. Now it's permanent."

For a moment, Sara felt as if she heard a voice on the breeze coming from the waterfall trail. She smiled softly as she turned around and headed back inside to sleep at her son's side once more.

"It'll be alright." She said repeating what she thought she had heard on the night's wind.

If there was magic at work, maybe it would be alright.