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I love spooning. I know it's kind of a cliche', but there's something to be said for it. Since I took my mother and aunt as lovers this year, I've let a lot of things go, most obviously, my inhibitions. And my favorite position is...a little less than conventional, which is fine considering that my choice of lovers is less than conventional too.

Since that first night that our family of wolves met in Italy, my aunt Vidalia was...needy. I got the feeling that my mother Victoria, with her curvy hips, fantastic breasts and her sweet, demure personality enjoyed the vast majority of the family's affections, and poor little Vidalia just couldn't compete, though Vidalia was no slouch in that department herself. She was long and lean, with a nice set of breasts and muscled legs. The dark tones in her eyes were a little too severe though, and her husky voice lent her a sort of gothy aura, something her family just didn't understand. So, my aunt became sort of affected, and started hanging out more and more in the family's orchard. She became so detached from reality that they started calling her "the Strega" (which means "witch" or something very like that in Italian), a name I think she actually began to like.

At any rate, when we came home from Italy, it became clear that America was going to be good for Vidalia. Eager to dive in, my mother took her to that most American of places, the Bay City Mall. I think they needed some sisterly bonding, some time alone to repair their broken relationship. And I needed sleep. So I gave my consent, kissed them both and told them to be careful, then crashed out on the couch. I smiled for a moment just before falling asleep in front of the tv. The cushions still smelled a little like my mothers sweet flowery lingerings, the aftermath of the first night we spent making love and drinking wine in front of the greatest movie ever made.

About five hours later, I checked my watch, something around 10 o'clock. On cue, my mother walked in, a handful of bags in each arm.

"I'm home my darling," she sang as she crossed the threshold, Vidalia just behind her. My mother knelt down in front of the couch and kissed me sweetly, her lips brushing lovingly against my maw. Vidalia followed suit, and gently lay her head against my stomach, her breath hot against my fur.

"We missed you, Vincenzo," my aunt all but purred. "I thought of your form, the smell of your body, the whole time we walked from store to store." She shivered a litte. "How you took me...took my tailhole...in the orchard. It...did things to me."

I raised an eyebrow and shot a look to my mother, who merely shrugged. My aunt was still working through the motions of serving as an subservient female to my mother and I, but apparently, it was taking. I lay a paw atop her head, and she sighed happily, rubbing her nose against my belly. Her rump rose into the air and I felt a vibration in her throat that ran deep into my flesh. I murred a bit in return, and noticed that somehow, mother had gotten tom-boy Vidalia into a knee-length skirt.

My mom smiled. "She was-a definitely...how do you call it?...distracted. I need a shower, my darling. And then, I'm off a-to bed." She stroked her sister's lower back, and I was rewarded with yet another deep murr against my abs. My cock started to swell, and a deep moan escaped my lips. "Vidalia is a-more or less a-nocturnal, so she's about to take to the streets, do some exploring."

My mother kissed my forehead, then turned a stern gaze on her sister. "My boy, our pack leader, needs attention, Vidalia. Be a-good to him, then go out. Come back and join us in-a the morning. Understand?"

Vidalia grinned. "Yes, Victoria." She licked her chops once, then sat up and lifted her arms above her head, giving me a view of her pert breasts, her nipples straining through the fabric of her new blouse. "Off you go, then."

Mom laughed and sashayed up the stairs. Vidalia tore the shirt off her like it was on fire. Her breasts bounced hypnotically.

"I hate that fucking shirt," she said, crawling atop me. She licked at my stomach, running her tongue along the crease of my pelvic muscles, and then started working at my buckle, slipping my belt free.

I laughed a little, eyeing her rump. "And the skirt?"

"Do you hear me complaining about the skirt, love?"

With deft fingers, she pried my cock free of my boxers and appraised her prize with eager, shining eyes. She began to lap at it, her small tongue caressing and coating my cock with her saliva. She hesitated for just a moment, then knelt down, wrapped her breasts around her nephew's now-fully erected penis, and swallowed it whole.

My eyes went wide. The sisters had some things in common afterall.

I bucked into her mouth, nature taking over my body. I reached down and fondled her breasts, which she pressed together for my benefit. She started to bob up and down...very hard. She was clearly enjoying the feeling of my cock tickling and swelling against her throat.

I heard the shower turn on upstairs.

I leaned my head back and let her work her magic. She looked up at me with those too-dark eyes, and I noticed a gold gleam against her tongue. A piercing. She took my cock from her mouth with a sloppy popping sound, then ran that small metal stud against the underside of the head of my member, swirling it around my penis with a wicked smile on her face. She drooled a little on it, her saliva coating it deeply. I saw a look in her eyes, a wildness that mimicked the natural, eager female whose rump I had fucked so sweetly a few nights before.

Vidalia went back to work, and deep throated me again, my aunt's neck muscles stressing and straining, her throat making loud choking noises, her breath coming belaboredly through her nostrils. She murred and growled in her throat, my love muscle throbbing brilliantly in her mouth.

She cupped my balls with one hand. From around my cock, she whispered. "Cum," she said. "Cum. Release into my throat. Seed, love. Seed my throat."

She kept saying that, like a mantra. It went on for...well, I don't know how long, but at some point I heard the shower turn off.

Her voice took on an almost-mystical quality, and my balls swelled in response. I felt my body tensing, my orgasm building. I grasped her right ear and pulled down, choking my aunt on my cock.

My energy raged against my restraint, and finally, I whispered.

"Auntie...."

I came down my aunt's throat, and she cried out from around my member. My god, my mother's sister's technique was so intense that I actually expected her to yip from the force of my cum hitting the back of her throat. I soaked her mouth, and my seed bulged her cheeks for a moment as she struggled to swallow it down.

Her rump finally lowered back down, and she patted my stomach. I laughed a little - she needed a breath. I released her ear, and she gagged some of my sperm onto my belly, taking a deep choking breath.

I gave her a moment, then pointed at my stomach. "Clean it, Aunt Vidalia."

She nodded and lapped at my stomach until it was clean. I have no clue how she did it, she was so out of breath. At last, she slid down the couch.

"Are...you...satisfied....my nephew? My love?" she asked, panting heavily as she smeared the cum from off her chin over her tits.

I shook my head. I knew that I should have been. My aunt had given me a fantastic blowjob, but something in me needed something else.

I shrugged. A boy needs his mother.

"No," I said. "But you made me happy." I stood up and handed her the blouse back. "Clean up with us, Vidalia." She laughed a little and nodded, mopping her breasts with the silk.

I smiled wickedly. "Now, put it back on."

She frowned and held the cum-soaked garment out. "Re-really, sir?"

I nodded. She obliged and slipped it back on. I grabbed my aunt's waist and plopped her back into my lap. She looked unhappy. I reached up and tore the black silk with my hands, creating a deeper, ragged v-neck in the garment, then reached around and slit it up both sides.

She looked down at my work and smiled. "Much better." She admired her own still-cum-soaked breasts just barely covered with the fabric, then darted off my lap.

"May I go out?" she asked. I nodded, and she was gone.

But I was on a mission. I needed to spoon my mother.

I took the stairs two at a time until I found my mother lying on her side in the master bedroom, the light from the hallway playing over her figure and leading me to her.She wore a small pink lingerie nightgown I had given her a couple of years ago (before I knew exactly WHY I thought it was appropriate to give my mother a neglige for her birthday). I knocked on the doorjamb and she jumped a little, her rump bouncing eagerly as she did.

"Dio," she breathed, turning her head toward me. Her eyes went wide at the sight. I still had a raging hard-on, and hadn't bothered to re-set my jeans. She licked her lips, then closed her eyes, her hand lay against her chest. Her nipples grew hard.

My mother gets turned on fast. I'm a very lucky boy.

She rolled back over and her tail lifted softly as she patted the bed with one paw. "Come here, son. Come be with-a your mama."

I obliged, slipping into the bed with her, covering us with the sheet, then assumed my favorite position. With her rump pushing into me so nicely, I slid my hands underneath the flimsy material and cupped those breasts tightly. She sighed and her breath caught in her throat as she felt my member pressing against her sex from behind. She turned her head and licked along the side of my throat, her hands atop my own, pressing them into her tits.

"My sister," she said. "She was good to you?"

I could feel a little of my mother's juices already mingling with my cock, still sopping with Vidalia's saliva. "Yes, mother. You instructed her well."

She rolled over fully again, then arched her back. "Then please fuckle me, baby. Fuck your mother again. I need you. Make me your woman again."

I eagerly slipped my cock within that fabulous pussy, my mother's pussy, for the third time in my life. I felt a fire race through me as I built a rhythm, my cock gently, slowing plowing a deep furrow of cum and saliva into her sweet hole, into the womb that had given birth to me.

My mother's breath became shallow almost immediately, and she pressed her rump against me, turning her pussy into each slow thrust as our bodies became as one, our hearts beating in time, my hands kneading the swelling breasts that had once given me life. I used one massive paw to grip both tits, then slid my other down her belly and mashed two fingers down on her clitoris, spreading her legs a bit to get to it a bit easier.

Mom yipped. It was a little too much stimulation for her. Had it been Vidalia, as much as I love my aunt, I would have just kept it up, letting squirm like the slut she was, but my mother was the matriarch. She deserved better. I eased up, massaging her clitoris in gentle circles, matching a pace with the rhythm of my cock.

I didn't pick up the pace for nearly twenty minutes. I didn't want to stop. My body ached for another orgasm, but I can't explain it, I just love fucking her that way. I feel closer to her than ever, I love the way her breasts feel against my hands, the way her rump feels against my belly, the way her pussy clenches against my member so desperately in that position.

"Seed..." she said. "I can't cum...without your seed."

It was all I needed to push me over the brink. I slid in and out faster, holding my mother closer and tighter, both hands on her tits as I bucked into her sweet hole. Her murrs became loud cries of pleasure, her heavy breathing became quiet howls and growls of love as her son made a woman of her, made a lover of her, a slut of her.

She cried out suddenly with a deep intake of breath, her walls tightened, and my cock responded, cum flooding into her as I clenched her, as I held her. Her womb, suddenly slickened by cum, must have pushed my mom over the limit too, and her orgasm shuddered through her, causing her whole body to tense and shake. She lowered her head against her chest, and I bit down on her shoulder, holding her close until it was finally over.

At last she relaxed.

Minutes passed, my cock still gently throbbing within her. We bathed in the silence, until at last, she spoke.

"You...you gave-a me a piece of my family back, Vincenzo."

My mouth was dry. "What do you mean, mama?"

"Vidalia. You brought my sister back to me. You tamed her body and-a made it yours, then you brought her back to our home. You gave me back....what...your father took away." She held onto my hands as they continued to gently knead her breasts. "For that...I'm-a yours. Forever."

I knew my mother was trying to tell me something - something deep, something...old world. I heard in my mind the rush of the leaves in her family's orchard, thousands of miles away. I pictured Vidalia, prowling the night, breathing deeply in the American air, feeling whole for the first time in her life as a part of a pack.

Hours passed. I slept intermittently, occassionally waking up for fear my life had become a dream. But always, my mother lay there, her body on display for me.

Sometime near four in the morning, I heard the front door open, and my aunt slinked up the stairs. She immediately took to all fours and crawled into bed with us, pressing her body against my back. I felt her trembling hands reach down and slip my member into her warm paw as it lay within her sister. Mom sighed. Vidalia murred a bit.

I knew she was exhausted. I knew she felt at home.

Because my mother did.

Because I did.

We slept, together. Unafraid. Happy.