"No way."
"Aww, come on! Please?"
"No! It's too embarrassing..."
"What about it's embarrassing? If I can do it you can too!"
"Just, y'know..."
Claire coiled her finger around the cord of her desk phone nervously. It was hard to even find the right words to describe her apprehension, let alone to say them.
"I just don't feel comfortable laying out... 'What I'm into', with some store clerk I've never met. Besides, what if we see someone I know?"
"Yeah right. One of the suits at a place like that?!"
"Don't speak too soon. To them, I'm just another suit, too."
"True." Joseph chortled briefly. "But hey, even if you DID, you could just as easily out them as they could you. See if you can get a photo of them trying on a ball gag."
"Oh god, stop. You'll make me retch." Claire protested, but still chuckled lightly herself. "But you know what I mean. It just sounds risky."
Joseph just gave a light sound of understanding. Even without seeing him, the disappointment on his face was burned into the forefront of Claire's imagination.
She sighed, slouching forwards onto her desk. "Sorry I'm such a bore."
"Hey, don't do that." Came Joseph's lightly chiding voice. "Remember Puerto Rico? You're braver than you think."
Claire bit her lip, and for a moment there was dead air on the phone line.
"Alright, let's' do it."
"Yes! Thank yooou!" Joseph cheered, prompting a nervous but enamoured smile and a deep blush from Claire, not that he could see it. "How about we meet after you get out of work?"
"What, today?!" Claire yelped. Immediately she felt sheepish for raising her voice, and lowered her tone. Hopefully no one outside her office door had heard. "I don't know, sweetie... I should really catch up on emails after I get home, and I haven't gone for a run in-"
"You know you want to." Joseph's voice crashed down upon her even through the receiver. She had no idea how such a loving, free spirited young man as him learned to sound like such a dominant beast.
Claire's thighs squirmed beneath her desk. Her heart pounded. Her grip began to grow clammy, her breathing heavy. No other man had ever excited her so much, so quickly. 
"I do." She replied meekly, but with enthusiasm peaking through. "You promise it'll be alright, Master?"
"I do." Joseph purred without hesitation. "I'll meet you at the station at 5:30."
"Alright."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Bye."

Claire put the receiver down, and immediately melted into her chair. She hated having to sneak about like this, plan things so methodically and secretly, just to balance her relationship with her career. As much fun as she and Joseph had together, it was sometimes tiring and occasionally even panicking for her to be ever-wary about the wrong people getting the wrong idea when they were out together in public. 
She might have wondered if her relationship with Joseph was worth the stress and secrecy, were it not for how much happiness they brought each other. At the end of any hard day or after any long, dull and/or distressing business trip, he was the certainty in her life that always brightened her smile.
When she looked at the clock on her desk, all that ran through her mind was how badly she wished for time to speed up so that she could see Joseph again, despite her worries.
Claire smirked, opened her diary, and began to plan out the rest of her week. Not just around her appointments, but around time with him.
"That son of mine..." She sighed with a wide smile.

---

Claire had been around the block enough times that few things surprised her in life. As a business woman, mother and lover alike, she maintained control over all aspects of her life even in the face of change, challenge and hardship.
"Failure to prepare, means preparing to fail." She would always tell her son.
Advice like that, in addition to her image as a role model of corporate success and her compassionate and fun yet firm approach to parenting, were what she felt had chiselled Joseph into such a fine young man.

But at some point, on a certain night and many more since, Claire lost the 'control' she held in such high esteem. Lost so easily, to the hands of the boy she'd taught it all to.
Such helplessness, submission, obedience to a will that seemed greater than her own... It was so strange, and a little scary, but...
It was absolutely exhilarating. Not to mention addictive.
The rollercoaster of emotions that she was taken on when she and Joseph began their affair was at its worst terrifying, but at its best it made Claire feel alive and made her feel like a woman, in the purest, most submissive and most romantic sense. He led her to a realm of sexuality and kinkiness that she never knew existed, and she revelled in her lack of control with total obedience to the will of her 'Master' as someone of a station above her own.
Claire's trust in Joseph was strong and sincere. But that didn't mean she was beyond occasionally feeling out of her depth when he led her on some new erotic adventure.

The sign over the shop's entrance buzzed and shone its' seedy pink light into Claire's soul.
Claire felt like her heart was pounding in her throat. The burn of excitement was still there, but if she lingered for too long she knew that her mind would start tumbling into a slew of envisioned worst case scenarios. She stepped out of her car, locked it and walked firm but rigidly just behind Joseph, the click of her heels on the cracked pavement a steady rhythmic reminder that she still looked like a professional. Even if she felt like a naughty little girl.
Claire's brilliant crimson hair shone in the sunlight, neatly combed and tied in a tidy bun at the back of her head, with two wide bangs curtaining her visage. Her small ivory-white, lightly curved bovine horns jutted up through her hair, and upon her normally poised visage sat a thin pair of glasses, the frames coloured a deep, almost blackened shade of mauve. Claire's fur was a bright, bold orange, with soft sandy yellow patches speckled lightly across her arms and ankles and a wide streak of it covering the southern half of her muzzle from nose tip down to her chin. As usual, she had simply met Joseph in the outfit she'd worn to work that day, which in this case was a light, navy blue blouse and tight black pencil skirt, bottomed off with simple black formal heels.
Given how Claire spent most of her weekdays in an air conditioned office, her formalwear was never usually an issue. It was expertly tailored to feel comfortable, look professional, and complement her curvy, voluptuous body; particularly her generous bust. But now that she'd been outside for a while, her clothes were beginning to feel restrictive. Or perhaps, she thought, that was just an effect that Joseph's company had on her. What was more, it was a toasty late summer day, and they were about to enter a strange, sensual shop. No wonder Claire felt utterly overdressed.
"God, I'm gonna stand out like a sore thumb." Claire said absently, followed by a nervous chuckle that gave her persistent worries away.
"It's gonna be fine." Joseph reassured her, his hand holding hers. "I'm sure they get all kinds of folks in here."
Claire met eyes with her son just as they descended the small set of stairs that led to the shop's front door. His boyish smile and bright green eyes never failed to lift her mood.
Joseph hadn't inherited many traits from his mother - indeed, he wasn't even a bovine, having been born instead a tufty tailed bengal tiger following after his father - but though she held no more love for that man, she was glad that his genetics allowed Joseph to gain a look all his own. A neat, smooth pattern of jet black stripes snaked up his back and decorated his cheeks and forehead nicely, atop a yellowish white coat, the unique sunny pigment likely inherited from Claire herself. His hair was as deep a black as his stripes, grown out into a thick, wavy mane that was cropped nearly around his neck and curled down his forehead into a cute fringe. He'd kept it surprisingly neat and stylish for a rambunctious and impulsive 17 year old. The only other unique traits that were definitely owed to Claire's genes were his thinner tail more akin to a bovine’s than a tiger’s, and a pair of small bumpy horns just poking out through his hair, white and solid just as her own were. Claire joked in earlier years that with those small horns he looked like her 'little devil'. Even if Joseph had grown out of such an immature term of endearment, Claire still occasionally teased him with it and other cutesy titles for fun. Fun, and to coax him into reminding her how truly 'devilish' he could be in bed.
Between his youthful good looks, the beginnings of a nicely toned upper body with strong broad shoulders, and his breezy outfit, Claire's attraction to her son was running particularly strong that day. His deep grey v-necked t shirt was a little tight around his chest, just enough for his torso to appear all the more defined, with a brush of white chest hair poking out above the collar. His simple, tastefully ripped jeans and loafer shoes completed Joseph's 'carefree student' look. Claire didn't think his clothes would look so good on him when she'd bought them, but nevertheless at that moment she gave herself a mental pat on the back.
"Don't worry, Mom." Joseph continued, just as they reached the hearth of the shop. "You look beautiful." She heard the purr under his breath, and couldn't help but bite her lip. Suddenly, Joseph leaned in close, having to almost lean up to his tiptoes just so he could whisper in her ear.
"Though, would you have liked it if I took you here in a nice slutty bikini?" Joseph asked, half teasing and half genuinely curious. He knew there was much that he too had to learn about this whole M/s thing, and he wanted nothing more than for them to learn together.
Claire shuddered.
"Nnf... Maybe..." She admitted, wiggling her thighs where she stood and smiling sheepishly.
Joseph turned his head to place a gentle, soft kiss on his mother's lips. One that lingered, wet and loud. Claire tightened up a little, very aware of how close they were to the pedestrians walking by the market paths just above the tucked away entrance to the shop. The risk, however, was so worth it for the thrill. She kissed back, wrapping one arm around Joseph's shoulder while the other clung to his hand, fingers interlaced.
Claire tried, for the most part, to be the more careful one when she and Joseph were together in public, or attempting some new kinky exploit. But it took little coaxing for her need, her ache, her obedience to him, to show. Hence, Claire was the first to slip in the tongue, lashing it to and fro within Joseph's mouth before he reciprocated with a deep sizzling growl. It wasn't until Joseph's spare hand took to groping one of her breasts possessively through her blouse that Claire pulled her mouth away. Not because she didn't enjoy the feeling; because she knew if they went any further she wouldn't want to stop.
"Master..." She whimpered. "Let's go in, before..."
"I know, I know." Joseph said with a grin and a luscious lick around his lips. "Let's go." He agreed, still clutching Claire's hand as he reluctantly smeared his spare palm away from her chest and pushed the shop's front door open.

In her minor, lingering paranoia, Claire half expected to be treated to a kind of shrill alarm or strange greeting by some creature of the crypt the moment she entered the shop just behind Joseph. Like a kind of cosmic hint that she didn’t belong there, which would certainly have gone hand in hand with her apprehensions.
What she didn’t expect was a quiet atmosphere punctuated by simple yet bass-heavy ambient music, and eased by a gentle patchouli breeze wafting her way from some slowly burning joss sticks further down the shop’s entrance hallway.
"Cool..." Joseph idly said, walking into the heart of the store while casting his gaze all around. Claire followed, cautious but curious about the myriad ornaments lining the shelves. The ceiling was low and the corridor was thin, dimly lit but not unpleasantly dark; she could still read the price tags hooked onto the few cuter trinkets she turned about in her hands. There was something more mellow than abstract about the shop’s atmosphere, and she liked it. 
Nevertheless, Claire didn't let Joseph stray too far ahead, her motherly sense weighing on her actions greater than her libido or sense of curiosity. She followed him in further, and as the store opened up, she too began perusing the wares with a little more fascination and bravery. 
She could see a few other people mulling about, each seeming to be browsing by themselves. On the far side of the store at a counter (obvious thanks to the gleaming pink neon “Pay here, please & thanks” sign in thin swirling characters above it), Claire could make out a dark furred feline organising more stock. She seemed distracted enough that Claire felt at ease in acclimatising herself to her new environment before the awkward yet necessary step of engaging the clerk in conversation to make some variety of purchase. Though she knew such fleeting pains would be worth it; the more she looked over the clothes, accessories and suggestive art framed on the shop’s walls, the more Claire gleefully envisioned all the antics she and Joseph could get up to with such ‘inspiration’. 
“Hey Claire, check this out!” Joseph chuckled, grinning over a display case filled with extravagant gothic jewellery. Long ago, after Joseph and Claire started talking about their attraction in earnest, they had set a few solid ground rules that both of them could agree upon in comfort, one of which being that whenever out in public together, they’d take care to refer to one another by name and not by any familial titles that might have given away the truth of their taboo bond. Their usual cover story of him being her ‘casual boytoy’ was hardly perfect, but it at least wouldn’t have gotten them in trouble. And importantly it allowed them to still express the passion in their relationship. 
“How about one of these?” Joseph continued once she’d walked over, gesturing to a few polished leather chokers, some even featuring blank metal tags to be engraved with custom phrases or titles, according to a sign above the cabinet. The customisation was somewhat of an expensive service, but nothing beyond the pale for a woman of Claire’s income. “This one’s really cute.” He pointed towards a black wide leather strip of a choker with a large metal tag in the shape of a heart dangling from its’ centre.
“What, for me?” Claire asked, already knowing the answer. 
“Of course, babe.” He replied. Their ‘ground rules’ could never have stopped him from sweet talking her, no matter how exposed they were. At first, Claire just gave a small, slight giggle.
"What should we get written?" She asked, quiet but keen. She looked down at the heart adorned choker, having taken a shine to the kinky yet romantically shaped accessory too. She filled the blank space on the metal plate in her mind with all kinds of naughty titles. After a few moments of excited deliberating, she came up with a title she liked, and took a breath in to tell Joseph, in a carefully hushed voice.

"How about 'Joseph's Bitch'?" Joseph loudly purred, meeting her eyes and clutching her tighter.

"Nhhhh!" Claire couldn't help but gasp instinctively. Trust Joseph to come up with something even more exciting than what she had in mind.
"I really like that, Master."
"Good." Joseph held her gaze. "Because that's what you're gonna go over to the counter and ask for."
Again, Claire gasped. Curse his enticing stare and sexy voice and that charismatic confidence.
"Yes, Master." She couldn't help herself. Even with other shoppers still dallying around, she couldn't lie to herself; she wanted to be known as the bitch of her seductive passionate young man. "But aren't you coming with me?" She asked, partially surprised but mostly hoping that his command hid some kind of greater purpose.
“Consider it a confidence boosting exercise.” He scoffed. Claire gave him an unconvinced grin. Either Joseph just wanted to peruse even more of the store, or he was masking his own shyness by making her be the one to approach the counter. She couldn’t blame him; as natural as the role of Master came to Joseph, he was after all still coming to terms with his sexuality. 
“Very well.” She slyly said, bumping her hip into his side as a light tease. She turned away and walked towards the counter, where the black feline still stood. By now she was typing something hastily into her computer screen, but as Claire got closer, the woman noticed her in her periphery and turned with a trained but earnest service-smile and shining navy-blue eyes. 

“Hi!” She chirped. “Sorry ‘bout that. Can I help ya?” 
“Yes, um...” Claire had to force the words out. The woman had a welcoming smile and disarming posture, but no amount of friendliness could have made Claire’s heart slow at that moment, knowing as she did that there was no beating around the bush on this. Claire gulped and bit the bullet. 
“My mast-” 
BOYFRIENDBOYFRIENDBOYFRIEND
“My boyfriend and I were thinking of getting one of those chokers, with a custom message?” 
That was close. Either the clerk didn’t notice or she was enough of a professional that she knew not to react. Perhaps Joseph was right; she probably had seen relationships like theirs before. 
“Ohh, cool!” the feline clerk nodded. “Yeah, we can set you up with that. Which choker were you thinking?” 
“The... heart...” Claire muttered, slightly taken aback by just how unphased the feline seemed. 
“Ah, I know the one. No problem, just one moment please!” she asked earnestly, with the first cadences of an Irish accent showing in her words. She turned around and poked her head through a beaded curtain behind the counter. 
“Hey, Sam?” She barked. 
“Yeah?” Came a somewhat squeakier voice than the clerk’s. 
“You got some free time?” 
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Could you grab the jewellery keys and get one of the heart chokers from the cabinet? A customer wants an engraving done.” 
“Okay! What’s the message?” Claire could hear approaching light footsteps descending down what must have been a staircase just beyond the curtain. 
The clerk turned to Claire, and the bashful reddened smile that the bovine returned said enough. 
“Probably not something I should shout, Sam.” The clerk replied through the curtain, lowering her volume as ‘Sam’ approached and walked through the chattering strings of beads. 
“Right, right.” Sam chuckled as she approached the desk and pulled a pen from behind her pointy ear. The girl was another feline, but with pure cloud white fur making for a clear contrast between the two colleagues. Her head of chestnut brown hair was thick and tufty and highlighted with sunshine blonde locks in a similar manner to how the other cat’s hair was accented with the same blue as her eyes. Sam wore her hair charmingly messy on top, but wavier and smoother behind where it tumbled just low enough to tickle the top of her spine. As opposed to the dark purples and deep greens of the black cat’s casual punk-ish outfit, Sam was dressed lightly in a white tanktop and jeans. For a moment Claire thought Sam looked far too cute and innocent to blend into a shop like this, let alone work there. Then she read the glistening silver tag hanging from a spiked collar around Sam’s neck: 
“ ~Slutkitten~ ”  
Claire retracted her mental statement, suddenly feeling more humble about her own intended message for the choker. She wondered if the two girls felt the air heat up, with how deeply she was blushing under her fur. 
“So!” Sam announced, her word thankfully loud enough to knock Claire out of her bashful stupor of staring at Sam’s shamelessly naughty collar while wringing her right hand with her left. “This is the one you meant, right? What message you thinking?” Sam asked, having drawn a sketched outline of the collar on a sheet of paper. Claire stammered a moment, unsure whether to feel bad about staring for so long or impressed at how quickly Sam had drawn it. 
Claire took a deep breath in and hurriedly, yet clearly spoke. 
“Joseph’s Bitch.” 
The second of silence that followed was agony. 
“Ooooh, hot!” Sam smiled, already beginning to write the message into her drawing. 
“Nice.” Her colleague nodded. 
The heat in Claire’s cheeks continued to flare, but still she smiled while taking in the fascinating sight of the blackened hardwood floor below, as if it would hide her pride at getting such a favourable reaction.
“How’s this?” Sam queried a minute later, turning the paper around for Claire’s inspection. The heart upon the illustrated choker was filled in with two words, in stylish, thin, swirling characters: 
“Joseph’s Bitch” 
“Oh my god it’s perfect!” Claire squealed instinctively in the next instant. Upon hearing herself, she ceased bouncing on her heels and timidly stood in place while the two women behind the counter smiled back calmly. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome, hon.”
“C-Claire, by the way.” She offered, feeling more keen than before to share. 
“Zara.” The black feline replied. “I run the place.” She offered her hand to shake, from which Claire could feel the kind of firmness and poise that she recognised in herself; the respectable handshake of an accomplished female professional crossed all career avenues, it seemed. 
“Sam.” Said Sam, obviously, before shaking Claire’s hand with less poise than Zara, but more enthusiasm. 
After a few further minutes of clarifying the specifics of her commissioned accessory, taking contact and shipping details and some spur of the moment product recommendations by Sam (Claire never even thought erotic board games were a thing before Sam mentioned “Polyamouropoly”), the white feline made her exit so that she could place Claire’s order with their metalwork supplier. 
With the air finally freed of Sam’s charming, if a bit overbearingly open dialogue, Claire and Zara were able to finalise the payment, and talk at a slower speed than a mile a minute. 
“First time buying stuff for the bedroom, I take it?” Zara posed, while writing up Claire’s receipt. 
“Yeah...” Claire admitted. “Little nervous...” 
“We’ve all been there, Claire. Don’t worry, this is the hardest bit, and you’ve done really great.”
Claire might have thought Zara’s appraisal of her conduct a little patronising, but the woman’s calm, quiet confidence in addressing such matters spoke volumes of her experience. It was nice to feel like she, and by extension Joseph, was on the right track. 
“I’m guessing that’s your man?” Zara asked, leaning forwards onto the desk and cocking her head towards a sight over Claire’s shoulder. Sure enough when Claire turned, there was Joseph, thumbing through a clothing rack with the tension and haste of a guy who was desperately trying to hide how much he’d been staring at his lover and her newfound friend. Not that he did, mind. And not that he especially stared at Claire’s butt and Zara’s cleavage. Nope. 
“How’d you know.” Claire sighed, the statement barely possessed of enough upward inflection to be a question. 
“I thought so even before he started ogling us.” Zara grinned. She narrowed her gaze, as if suddenly deciding to follow up on a memory that’d only just made itself known to her. “Say, have I met-” 
She turned to face Claire, only to see the bovine enchanted by the exotic glasses, vials and containers of a nearby perfume display. 
“Hmm?” Claire hummed without looking Zara’s way, while spritzing an elaborately decorated perfume bottle onto a sampling stick. 
“N-Never mind.” Zara couldn’t bring herself to interrupt such adorable wide eyed wonder; people like Claire were why she loved what she did. She thought it best not to risk thwarting this budding, pleasant professional relationship by bringing up a memory that she wasn’t even sure was truly real. "Anyway, the choker ought to reach your front door in about a week. Now, anything else I can get you?"
Claire didn't register the question at first, being too distracted by the lingering lovely fragrance she'd just inhaled as a sample of the perfume bottle in her hand.
"Wow." She aptly surmised, looking off into the distance and feeling a shiver in her thighs. The very aroma itself conjured up thoughts of Joseph clasping her cheek, laying his weight on her, smearing his hands down her chest and licking up her thigh until-
 "Huh?! Sorry, what?" Claire shook herself into focus, looking back to Zara with 
"Anything else you need? Or should I just wrap up a fresh bottle of that? Black Lilith's our best selling fragrance for good reason." She offered, curling a finger in her hair as if remembering an experience of her own involving that perfume. With her spare hand she reached for a gift bag from under the counter.
"Actually..." Claire began, raising her voice just enough to stop Zara in her tracks. Claire took a sharp breath in, then forced the words out before she could change her mind.
"I want to try on some lingerie. And I want to see what sex toys you have. And maybe a costume for the bedroom or two. I want to surprise my boyfriend, but I don't know where to start. Could you help me out?"
Each sentence had come as a result of how liberating the one before it had felt to express.
Zara, calm as ever, heard her out with nothing but raised eyebrows and increasingly enthusiastic nodding. Before Claire was even done with her actual question, the clerk had walked around to Claire's side.
"SAM!" Zara yelled over to a door marked 'staff only'. "Take over the till, I'm gonna be with a customer for a while!"
"Alright, just finishing this order!" Came Sam's distant reply.
"Now then, how about you go make an excuse to your man, and join me through there." Zara pointed towards another curtained doorway, this one marked with a sign in the same stylish pink neon as the rest of the shop was decorated with, saying "18+ Only".
Claire gave a bashful smile. Considering the clothing, accessories, trinkets and gifts she'd seen so far were plenty suggestive by themselves, she was flushed and not to mention excited to think about what the explicitly adult section held in store.
By the time she’d touched base with Joseph and returned to Zara, Claire felt aglow, and eager to discover more about this world of kinky, exotic delights for the benefit of both her and her beloved dominant hunk of a son. 
"Alright, first things first..." Zara began, peeling the curtain to the adult section aside and leading Claire through. "Lets' talk panties."

---

'Calm down, Joey.' He assured himself as a constant thought mantra. 'She's probably fine. She's always been fine. She can do anything she puts her mind to.' Joseph chanted this to himself while trying not to look as worried as he felt. He casually checked the time on his phone's screen, as dismayed as the last time he'd checked just a minute before.
Claire had been gone at least fifteen minutes. She'd practically pounced him from behind and told him that not only had she placed the order for the choker that they'd agreed upon, but she was also going to see about 'something special' with the help of the shop clerk. Joseph didn't ask; he was too dumbstruck by his usually poised mother's uncharacteristic enthusiasm and her caring, soft hands smeared into his chest to question her intentions.
Once he gave his approval for his 'pet' to pursue her little scheme, she kissed his cheek, thanked him and bounced off with a lot more enthusiasm for this little retail adventure of theirs than she'd ever shown before.
At first Joseph was simply happy that she'd come around on it all, but the more time passed without her around, the more paranoia set in. Before he knew it Joseph was pacing nervously up and down an aisle grinding his teeth, fists curled in his pockets and the usually calming soundtrack of the store now seeming more a mocking dirge.
What if Claire had gotten a call from the office saying they'd found out about the two of them and were firing her? What if that clerk had lured her into a secret sex dungeon and was keeping her tied and gagged and plugged up with vibrators? What if Claire was so enamoured with all the erotic delights back there that she'd just decided to leave him for this woman who held a vast amount more experience than he? 
While the boy continued to helplessly tumble into a self inflicted pit of increasingly absurd yet strangely arousing theories as to his mother's absence, a figure walked closer and closer until with just two words they snapped both his paranoid mental map and achingly erect member back to reality.
"Remember me?” 
Joseph turned abruptly towards the noise only to come face to face with the woman from behind the counter. Only, now that he was looking into her bright pink eyes and mere feet away from her stylishly dressed bod, Joseph recognised her as being more than just the clerk.
"Woah, it's... You! I mean, uh... Oh geez..." The young tiger stuttered.
Zara laughed, his surprise evidently coming across rather charming. "Yup, it's me."
"I mean, I didn't notice it was you before, shit!” 
Zara mockingly bunted his shoulder. “Woah now, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” 
For a moment, Joseph was scared stiff. When he caught wise, he laughed nervously. “Yeah, sorry... But like... Oh wow, hah, and I went and..." Joseph muttered, a remorseful frown starting to cross his cheeks. "Does she know? Was it weird? Is... Is this weird?"
Zara patted the young man's steady shoulder.
"She didn't recognise me. Hell, didn't recognise you two either at first, and I didn't wanna bring it up with her, she was having too good of a time."
Joseph sighed in relief, and chuckled nervously.
"Thanks, um..."
"Zara."
"Right. Um, I'm Joseph." He stumbled into offering his hand to shake, to which Zara just helped herself to hugging her cute customer.
"You're a sweet kid. We may not have swapped names at the party but I think we're a little beyond hand shakes by now." Zara's gave his cheek a quick but affectionate nuzzle. "You were really good, babe. You must make Claire very happy."
Joseph wanted to grip fistfuls of her ass and hump his hips right into hers. As if it wasn't arousing enough thinking before about what misadventures Claire might have been getting up to in his absence, now his mind was storming with memories of the wild night when he and Claire had met Zara (and presumably, her boyfriend; had he been around, Joseph figured Claire certainly would've remembered HIM).
"Anyway, Claire's all ready for you now, hon." Zara said, releasing Joseph and patting him towards the adult section of the store.
"Uh... She is?" Joseph replied, not exactly following Zara's words but certainly following her path. "Just what have you two been doing anyway?"
"Just trying on a few things." Zara underwhelmingly stated. She parted the curtains to the adult section and led Joseph through.
Although he was certainly not about to complain about it, Joseph was surprised that Zara unquestioningly allowed him access. He was certainly tall for his age, but still looked youthful enough in complexion (and certainly in demeanour) that she'd have been justified asking for proof that he was a legal adult.
Perhaps Claire had said something, or perhaps Zara had just connected the dots and decided to turn a blind eye to regulations for their sake.
After following Zara through the rest of the shop, wide eyed and awed at the plethora of outfits, toys, accessories and things he didn't even understand stocked all around him, they eventually came to a corridor that looked like a collection of changing rooms, though with a difference.
"Testing rooms?" Joseph repeated what he read in the sign just before Zara led him down the hall and past the first few nondescript grey doors. Were it not for the trust Joseph held for the attractive clerk, he might have been intimidated by how stark it all looked, not to mention by the curious, often wet and possibly erotic noises muffling out from within a couple of ‘occupied’ rooms. 
Zara said nothing as she led Joseph by the hand, but as they approached the last door on the left at the end of the corridor, Joseph felt her grip tighten as though excited herself by what was to come. 
“Here we are~” She cooed, louder than Joseph thought someone normally would when talking to just one person. From beyond the door came a few ruffled sounds of movement, followed by silence. That silence must have been what Zara had been waiting for; she opened the door slowly by the handle, just by a crack, and with her spare hand, beckoned Joseph in. 
Joseph took a deep breath, and looked between Zara and the glimpse of a beautiful boudoir furnished with deep purples and dull golds he could spy through the crack of the door. Zara’s encouraging smile and the surprisingly inviting chamber gave him all the courage he needed to play along with this scheme. 
As soon as Joseph walked in, what he saw instantly explained what Claire and Zara had been up to, resolved his worries, and renewed the fire in his loins. 
“Welcome, Master~” 
Claire had never looked more beautiful in Joseph’s eyes. She was adorned in a light, lavender purple nightie with slender shoulder straps and a translucent texture that revealed her bare, generous breasts and the enticing dip of her sex between her thighs underneath. Matching stockings and garters slid elegantly up her legs, fastened to a delicately floral patterned garter belt just shy of her navel, also visible underneath that thin nightgown that practically danced with every step she took closer and closer to her darling son. All of it would have been enough by itself to coax Joseph into pouncing her, but clearly Zara had gone above and beyond in helping Claire discover how sexy she could really be. Her lips were glazed with peachy pink lipstick, hair released from its’ bun and flowing free down her back, eyelids brushed in a very light layer of dull blue eyeshadow, and around her neck was a polished black leather collar, with its’ leash being twirled in Claire’s hands as she approached. 
“Have fun, you two...” Zara purred, biting her own lip as she slowly shut the door. 
Joseph hardly heard the feline’s words, however. He was far too busy stripping desperately out of his clothes, almost falling flat on his face with how hurriedly he shook his jeans off his legs. 
By the time he stood proudly naked and practically emanating with aroused heat, Claire was standing before him, looking down and glowing in a smile that only a mother AND lover like her could show for her darling son. 
She handed him the leash without a word. He took it in the next second without hesitation. 
“I love you.” He purred. 
“I love you too.” She whispered. 
The next thing Claire knew, she’d been tugged down by her collar to Joseph’s eye level, and was being kissed deep, long and hard. While one hand kept her close with a rolled up length of leash, the other aggressively pawed her breast. 
Claire giggled and held Joseph tight around the shoulders. 
“This son of mine...” She dreamily thought. 

--- 

“OH GAWD~!” MASTER!” 
Claire felt so captive, and so utterly captivated by Joseph’s powerful, passionate dominance. 
He’d practically tackled her backwards after their kiss, right into the edge of the plush queen sized bed at the back of the room. After she’d inevitably stumbled backwards, knees bending and everything north of them collapsing onto the sheets, Joseph had given her no respite from his affections. 
The growling young hybrid had fallen right on top of her chest and began immersing his face between her breasts, growling with a rhythm that made her quiver from the reverberations. The pressure made her nightgown cling tighter around her flesh, in a pleasurable bind that made the size of her bosom incredibly prominent. Joseph only lingered there for a few moments before latching his lips around the centre of his attention; one of Claire’s perky, prominent nipples, which he immediately suckled, chewed and pulled upwards. He didn’t care that it was covered by a silky garment; in fact it likely only made his growl louder.
For Claire, it was bad enough that her son was feasting on her so hungrily, his saliva drenching the nightgown and easily soaking her nipple itself through the material. But when combined with one hand pawing under the same breast and the other tugging her collar just roughly enough to ‘force’ her to watch him, and the feeling of his cock prodding at her sex, it was just too much to bear. 
“Ohhh... Jose-”
She caught herself and sucked her lips to immediately correct herself, but it was too late. Joseph was staring at her around his tongue-flicking mouthful with bright eyes, slitted in true predatory fashion under the dim predatory lights above. He pulled off abruptly with a nip around her areola. 
“What was that, pet?” He tugged her leash harder, sucked up his own saliva and with his spare hand, suddenly slid his fingers south to-
*FLICK* 
-her sensitive clitoris. 
“AAAH!” Claire’s hips jumped upwards, head fighting to buck down into the sheets against the pull of the collar. The dull pain just made the pleasure of anticipation greater. 
“Ma-Master! Master! P-Please, don’t tease me any longer!” 
“Say it.” Purred ‘Master’ Joseph, while abruptly wriggling a sole digit into her pussy. It wasn’t nearly as thick as she was used to, but that was the whole point. 
“HAAAAH!” Squealed Claire again. “F-F-Fuck me! FUCK ME MASTER! PLEASE!” 
Claire’s hands were wrenching into the sheets on either side of her head, hair already somewhat bedraggled atop the fabric. She always thought she would last longer than she always did. Granted, this time she had more of an excuse thanks to Zara’s tutelage and the exciting pseudo-public context of their passion play. Nevertheless it was a timelessly thrilling feeling, losing her will to the lustful abandon that her sexy, forceful hunk of a son coaxed out of her with just a few minutes of foreplay. 
“Good girl.” Joseph rewarded her, curling his finger within her sex to graze a sweet spot of hers he’d become quite familiar with. Claire responded with a short sharp moan, at the same moment that Joseph licked a slow wet trail up her neck. “I’ll reward your honesty, then...” 
In the next moment, with surprising agility, the boy had slid his finger free of Claire’s soaked folds, relinquished his hold on the leash, and shuffled his body south. No sooner did Claire open her eyes and begin to form the start of a confused whimper with her pretty painted lips, than did Joseph wriggle his head under the nightie and push the flat of his tongue against her pink slit. He ran it, slowly and fiercely, up her petals until with another firm –
*FLICK* 
- he whipped it away from her clit. 
“OHH!” Claire cried out, hands flying to Joseph’s head to sink into his scalp. “Master! YES!” 
Joseph obliged her, for a few more moments, with frenetic and fierce coilings of his tongue just far enough past her tight petals to make her squirm under the stimulation. His hands reached up and pawed generously into her breasts from underneath. The hearty yet soft furred flesh never failed to make his loins burn even stronger for her. It didn’t matter if they were accentuated by a nightgown or covered sensibly by a formal blouse; Joseph was practically addicted to his mother’s sexy bust. 
But Joseph was the one in control here, and fun as it was to tonguefuck her drooling pussy, it was just a brief reward, as he’d said before. He hadn’t forgotten what she’d begged for before, and by now he was aching for the very same thing. So with a final vertical slurp upwards and a particularly firm groping of Claire’s chest, Joseph pulled against Claire’s physically pleading hands in order to give her what she really needed. For a moment she fought back, but all it took was a quick disciplinary tug on her leash for Claire to understand, and loosen her hold on his head enough for Joseph to rise up and shuffle himself into the right position. 
Before long, Joseph’s thick, slick cock was twitching against Claire’s navel. The pair kept eye contact even while Joseph slid the nightgown up her torso enough to leave her pussy bare, licking his lips clean of her juices at the same time in a long lascivious circular motion. He savoured her, and his clear hunger only excited Claire more.
"Master..." She whispered, kneading one of her breasts and draping fingers absently through the fit tiger's thick chest fur.
Joseph gave a loud, proud growl while wrapping his fingers around the base of his member and lining up. At times like these he could hardly believe his luck. The bare, submissive, passionate woman before him was giving herself to him, her own son, entirely. The proof of his ownership of her was dangling from her neck.
"Mine." He breathed, while giving a slow pull on the leash and pushing within Claire's pussy. At first he inched in, not only revelling the first tantalising sensations of her body being moulded around his size but making Claire savour it too. Her mouth hung open, hands clenching around her breast and a handful of his manly chest.
Then a soft, familiar scent distracted him. Her perfume. At first he knew it as the same delicate floral aroma which he'd smelt on his poised and professionally dressed mother earlier that day, but amongst it was a soft presence of some new, darker smell newly applied. Whatever it was, he inhaled it thickly in the air around the beautiful naked bovine surrendering to him completely, and it stirred his libido into overdrive.  The two fragrances were like two sides of the same coin, two sides of the same woman. His woman. 
That knowledge pushed Joseph over the edge.
"FUCK! MOM!"
He clutched her hips with all his might and forced himself as deep as he could inside Claire.
"NHHAAAHHH!" Claire screamed, arms flying behind her head as her upper body arched up.
From base to tip, Joseph's member was thick. Thick enough to stimulate the smallest sweet spots within Claire, and ensure that he was gripped particularly tight. For almost half a minute Joseph was near motionless, hips shunted forwards to keep himself hilted inside Claire, though his contorted face and scrunched eyelids made his pleasure clear as day. Then all of a sudden he began to slide back, and thrust back in, mating his mother furiously.
"Nnnhh, fuck yes!" He growled, a sinful smile now framing his sharp carnivorous teeth. "You like that, pet?"
"YES!" Claire immediately replied. "I love it, Master! Gimme more!" Her words came amongst heavy breathing and the steady lewd sound of her Master forcing his cock deep inside. Despite being no more than half Claire's size, the talented tiger showed himself more than capable of making her flesh ripple, breasts jiggle and body writhe atop the wrinkling bedsheets. He showed great strength for his size by keeping Claire's lower body hoisted in the air by his hands around her hips, which also made for such an impressive sight in Claire's eyes that she felt simultaneously proud and immensely aroused by her dominant son.
Mother and son locked eyes again, which only seemed to hasten Joseph's thrusts. He began sliding out slower but pounding inside fast, hard and deep, his cock giving frequent throbs and twitches whenever Claire's pussy enveloped it completely. Though he didn't say it, Joseph was keenly watching for Claire's pleasured reactions to such rough rutting, and he was not disappointed. Her eyes were mostly shut tight, jaw slack and those delicious lips made rife with saliva when her tongue circled them. At one point he supposed he must have hit a very sensitive spot within her soaked passage, for Claire suddenly throttled a hand up into her own scalp, craned her head back further and let loose a wild cry.
"Ohh fuck! Yes Master! Right there! Rightfuckinthere..."
Judging by how she only reacted so when he was hilted inside, Joseph could tell that the sweet spot in question was particularly deep within her. So with a deep haggard hiss he started to piston furiously, in short and sharp and brutal thrusts, as deep as he could force his throbbing cock. It was harder with Claire's weight still in his hands, but so worth it.
"AAAAAHH!! GAWDD!! FUCK!!! MASTER I'M... I'M CUMMING!!!"
Joseph was surprised, but didn't let up his motions for a moment, not even when Claire locked her legs around him as best she could during a muscle-tensing, mind-fizzing orgasm. The gaining exhaustion in his arms was nothing in comparison to the delight of seeing his mother in the throes of ecstasy, let alone feeling it. Claire was panting heavily, her pussy clenching while a flood of juices drenched his groin, satisfying proof of the depth of pleasure he was fucking her through. Her head had whipped back so far into the pillow at the head of the bed that he could barely see her eyes any more, though her gaping mouth, rasping tongue and practically steaming breaths were plentiful proof of how good she felt. 
On an impulse, after lingering some moments more where he knelt, Joseph practically collapsed forwards and slid his hands back to Claire’s bust, cupping both breasts and pushing them together until his mouth could mash both pert nipples inside and suck on them hard. 
“Mmnnnnnn!” He mumbled, tongue lashing and lips pulling with all the enthusiasm of a child yet all the passion of a dominant lover. 
“Ohhh... Jo-” Claire briefly stumbled, eyes only slightly open as she lazily picked her head back up to stare at her Master and son through the haze inflicted by her afterglow. Joseph didn’t react to her verbal mistake, deciding instead to just continue feasting on her pink nubs with forceful suction and slow pawing into the underside of her tits. “Oh Master...” Claire sighed instead, one of her own hands smoothing past his ear. 
Joseph pulled up and off of Claire’s nipples, but not before tugging them up using only his mouth and pearly fangs. His still clenching mother hissed while he pulled, then gasped as her chest was released into a settling jiggle. 
“Turn around, pet.” His words were slow and clear, even though he was pulling back from Claire’s slit. “Put that big sexy ass in the air for Master to enjoy.” Any lethargy that Claire felt post-orgasm was washed away by the thrum of her Master's command, and by the view she had of his dimly lit body kneeling above her expectantly, his cock slick with their mixed juices and aching to pound her more.
"Yes, Master..." Claire rolled herself onto one side and carried on until she was laying on her front, with her breasts comfortably squashed into the thick mattress and her head rested to the pillows. Along the way she shuffled the nightgown over her head, leaving her in nothing but stockings, garters and that long leashed collar which Joseph kept a loose hold on while she moved. A tantalising reminder of his presence and control.
Claire didn't hesitate in raising her lower half upwards, her smooth orange furred butt bare in front of Joseph. However in 'presenting' herself so explicitly, a deep blush had formed across her cheeks and her tail helplessly shuddered above.
"L-like this?" She asked, glancing behind at her lover and son.
"Perfect." Joseph confidently replied. "You're beautiful, pet."
His hands sank into her generous soft cushions like lead weights on a trampoline, mashing into them generously as if exploring in fascination. Even now, the sights and sensations of Claire's mature body never failed to excite him.
"Hhhhh... Gods... Master..." Claire felt like she was burning away under the arousal and embarrassment of her pose, but she couldn't bear to stop. It was practically sinful, exposing herself so for a man she shouldn't want like she did. But that just made it feel better.
"Fuck me, Master." She caved and said, hands gripping the sheets.
Joseph practically jumped up to position himself. Claire felt his hands grip her ass harder while parting them enough for his cockhead to twitch and prod against her juicy sex. He attempted to push his cock inside just by keeping the right angle, with no help from his own hands guiding the shaft. But as much as Joseph was enamoured with Claire's bright butt, he was forced to admit after a few slippery rubbings of his dick over her mound that she was far too tight; he needed to guide himself in.
Claire's girlish giggle, prompted by Joseph's cute attempts to penetrate her without relinquishing both handfuls of her ass, was cut off by how swiftly the tiger shoved his cock inside. Between a ring of his fingers near the base he kept himself steady while parting her folds around him again.
"NNHHH! Fuck, take it pet!" Once he was inside, there was no stopping him from picking up right where he had left off.
"Haaaah! YES MASTER!" And much the same could have been said of the panting, arching, clenching cow under his hands.
Now that Claire was resting her body on all fours atop the bed, and Joseph's arms were relieved of the weight of her lower body, both lovers were more than comfortable enough to put all their energy into intense lovemaking. With his cock nestled, slick and swollen particularly around the bulbous crown inside of Claire's pussy, Joseph's hands were once again capable of grabbing cushy pockets of furred flesh and using them as love-handles. The firm grip let the young man slam forwards to the hilt without fault, the tight embrace of his mother's sex immersing him in incredible sensations all over his manhood from the thick root to drooling tip. His pace was rapid, almost animalistic, punctuated by grunts husked through grinding teeth.
"Ohhh gawd... Ohhh fuck..." Claire babbled, her voice melting under the rough assault her cunt was forced to endure and enjoy. Every time his hips met her butt the resultant dull *whap* of flesh on flesh caused a jiggle through her large mature body and helped in wrinkling the already tarnished sheets beneath. Nevertheless Claire pushed herself back into Joseph every time, desperate to feel more of her son, her lover, her Master.
"More... More... I wanna feel... More of you! Fuck me deeper!" Claire begged on an impulse. All of Zara's empowering, encouraging and exciting guidance had brought out the business woman's brave side, manifesting strongest of all through her libido.
"Fuck yeah!" Joseph exclaimed, too intoxicated on the pleasure to care about disciplining his pet or re-affirming his dominance; he needed her too badly.
He threw his torso forwards, enough to chew on a tufty mouthful of flesh he gnawed into his salivating jaws from Claire's upper back. Despite not being tall enough to actually reach her neck and give a classic love bite in true mating tradition from his position, the skin he was able to chew more than scratched that itch. For him, and very much so for her.
"OH FUCK! YES! MATE ME MASTER!"
Claire said it on an impulse, but even after her logical mind caught up with what her passionate mind had said, she realised that any kind of taboo surrounding such a need didn't phase her one bit. Whatever pain she felt from the bite just made the passionate pounding her pussy was taking feel even better, and made her deepest desires explode to the surface.
She really did want her Master, her dear sweet sexy son, to breed her.
  "Nngh! MOM!" And given how Joseph growled around her flesh and licked the fur in his maw, hips only pistoning faster by the moment, it seemed clear he wanted it too. With how severely he'd leaned over her, he wasn't able to pull back nearly as far, but that didn't matter at all by now. In place of longer movements, he was able to keep himself so deep inside and grind his shaft with such fast, furious aggressive motions that he was rubbing constantly Claire's sweetest spots deep in her core.
Both mother and son were moaning, growling and panting, the occasional word or obscenity sung amongst nonsensical noises and the quiet moist slapping of their loins. The low noise did nothing to express the blaring racket burning in their heads.
Claire was getting close to another massive climax, one she knew would feel even more overwhelming than the first; that one had been a short sharp spike in ecstasy, but this was the kind of gradual slope of pleasure that was bound to push her so much higher and keep her there. Like a snowball rolling gathering size and speed only to crash with immense force all at once. Especially when compounded with the feeling of Joseph unloading, unprotected, deep inside.
Claire wracked her fingers into her own scalp, bit her lip tight and curled up a fistful of bedsheet in her sweaty spare hand. Joseph was rapidly humping deep inside now, his entire cock splitting her wide and plunging her deep with such wild and wet single-minded passion that there was little more she could do. The pleasure had transformed the proud business woman into a whimpering hot mess, and she couldn't have been happier about it.
Joseph, similarly, had become possessed by lust, and nothing shy of an earthquake could have tugged him out of Claire's sex. No matter the risk, the scandal, the consequences, his body was fuelled by a singular desire: to impregnate his mother and make her his mate. And he was her Master, after all. What he wanted, was what he'd get.
That same thought was what drove him to be inspired when he opened his previously shut tight eyes and gazed upon the back of her pretty little head, to latch his mouth around something else.
With swiftness only a dominant male in the throes of sexual bliss could manage, Joseph grabbed the leash loosely hanging from Claire's neck, bit down on it, and pulled hard. In the next moment, his hands slid beneath Claire's body and crushed fistfuls of her pillowy breasts.
Suddenly, it was too much, for the both of them. Together they fell into ecstasy, hard.
"MNNNGGHHAAAHH!!! MASTER!!!"
"NGHHRRRR!!!"
Both lovers' heads thrashed up to the heavens as they let rip the final notes of their erotic duet. Claire with her mouth wide open and howling and Joseph with his mouth clenched around the leash, the tension in the leather length keeping Claire's neck tugged back by the collar and only enhancing the thrill of it all.
Claire was tensing up, quaking all over, and cumming so hard all thoughts were washed away. Only the feeling of Joseph on her and above her and most of all inside her existed. Her sex gripped and grinded and milked Joseph for the hearty, pressurised, potent load that he couldn’t stop churning and gushing as deep inside her as his girthy member possibly could. In so doing he throbbed and pulsated enough to exacerbate the pleasure that was already practically frying her brain. She even squirted, soaking his balls while they twitched considerably, pumping generous ribbons of seed along his cock to flood her from the inside out. 
The embrace was no less incredible for Joseph. There was so much of Claire for him to grab and grind and hump into, yet her pussy seemed so tight and soaked, as if he were fucking a girl a fraction of Claire’s size. It would have been clear from observation alone for any lucky guy able to bed a woman like Claire that her size and curves allowed her to take a bit of rough treatment. But thanks to the experiences he’d shared with her, he knew that groping her breasts as fiercely as he did, pulling her leash as hard as he did and keeping his cock mashed as deep as he did weren’t just endurable, but enjoyable. That freedom to let go, to relax and let his most primal of thoughts and needs fuel his continuing actions as he laid seed in his mother’s womb, was beyond any pleasure a lesser, younger woman could give. So as he felt the last triumphant gushes of spunk pouring where they most belonged inside his mother and trickling back out of her in slight yet forceful bursts, Joseph pawed and chewed and shivered happily before collapsing onto Claire’s back, more in love with her than ever.
For a fair time afterwards, there was silence and stillness. Gentle panting. Pounding heartbeats mellowing together. Slathered, conjoined sexes clinging together. The distant sound of windchimes, conversation and ambient music from back in the heart of the shop. The very near aroma of the couple’s bodies, pheromones and Claire’s perfume congealing in a thick yet satisfyingly concocted steamy cloud surrounding them and the bravely enduring bed beneath. 
“Well, what did I tell you?” Joseph panted eventually, breaking the silence. “You really are braver than you think, Mom.”  
Claire chuckled, louder than she intended to, and weakly brushed a bang of frazzled hair from her face. 
“Anything for my little man.”  

--- 

“And there’s your receipt.” Zara cheerfully said, handing Claire the paper. “I’ll invoice you for the Testing Room’s cleaning bill.” 
Claire smirked and shrugged. 
“Fair enough, I suppose.” She adjusted a button on her blouse with perfect poise. “Thank you for all your help today, Zara. It’s been a pleasure.” 
Claire extended her hand. Zara shook it without hesitation, but did raise an eyebrow slightly. 
“No problem, hon. You certainly seem... satisfied.” 
“I’ll say!” Came the strained voice of Joseph stood just behind Claire, the young man picking up another four bags to take out to the car. Zara laughed lightly, and even Claire mustered a controlled chortle. In the unseen periphery of Claire’s vision, Zara and Joseph shared a brief glance of unspoken understanding before the teenager huffed and wobbled back out of the store with his arms laden down by bags filled with clothing, toys, accessories and other strange erotic ephemera. 
“I’ve gotta say, much as I appreciate the business...” Zara confided, leaning over the counter and speaking more quietly. “...I’m surprised you went for so much of what I picked for you!” 
“You’d be surprised what I can pass off as a ‘business expense’ on the company credit card with a bit of careful wording and some favours.” Claire smiled sincerely. “Besides, he um... said... so...” 
“Say no more.” Zara nodded. “If you’re happy, I’m happy. Come back any time, hon.” 
“I will.” Claire replied, with the kind of confident sincerity that went beyond mere courteousness. “Thank you, Zara. Really.” Claire hoisted her handbag onto her shoulder and turned to leave, but stalled a moment. She reached into her bag and slid a small square of paper onto the desk, while barely looking back around enough to look Zara in the eye. 
“M-My card. Home a-address too. If you ever, um, wanna visit us...” She mumbled. 
Zara’s lips curled up, and she picked the card up tactfully. 
“I’ll call you.” She purred.
Zara saw Claire’s face scrunch up in an attempt not to wear her excitement too clearly, and in the next moment she was striding out the front door. Beyond it, the faded sound of excited chatter could be heard between a deep voiced young man and a squeaky yet mature voiced woman. 
Zara propped up her feet on the desk and leaned back in her chair. 
“Sometimes I love my job.” She idly remarked.