A playful orgy of a half dozen feral squirrels, darting, jumping though leaves, and getting stuck on each other. Especially audacious laughs and bellows came from a clapping 3 year old wolf cub, sat on a log and giggled at the "wrestling." When one squirrel leapt in the air and started to land and hump another, Milo let out a 'Yaaaaay!'! They look like a lot of fun playing!

	"Milo~"

	The toddler's head turned to see the source of his name calling - A wolf in her late 30's, busty with a pair of large knockers hanging dearly from her chest, clad in leopard skin on the top, yet plump nipples peeking out from under. Pelt of a wild black buffalo around the waste, making hidden those succulent thighs.

	"Milo..." Helena whispered into his ear playfully. He giggles! "...if you keep eating all the berries, there won't be any left for our ceremony, you hungry seedling."

	In a basket weaved from straw hauled by the workers, green berries filled in a pile and gave way to tumble if provoked.
"Buh there's so many! 'An they make me jump!"

	"Sour, aren't they!" Admiring her little wolf cub and his antics. Looking at her motherly paws green from the stain of grapes. Milo on the other hand...

	Green stains blotched his face, arms, and somehow got on his little footsies!

	No matter. Helena wrapped her son in a hug as it washes off anyway when mixed with river and ash. Keeping him close, the boy attached himself as he was carried in front of their hut, now with a door frame painted a neon green. There were some looker bys in their tribe as the local milfy milk maid and her young son are going to engage in a ritual of divinity; Those that undergo adulteration under the guide of a shaman are said to be loved by the gods.

	Their interior was bush craft, wood and straw hut, hunted together with spare stomach pouches to carry precious water and a mossy bed. Standing beside the layer of moss, an elderly wolf wearing his traditional necklace made of maze (corn) and a wooden garb - fitting over as a pseudo armor - held together by dried fibers. He made small pause to see the boy a mess in green. No matter...

	"I see you two have painted your door from home to world the green of life. Much like how grass grows in spring, so does the cycle begin and end when the snow comes. The stains..." The shaman peered at the boy who was being carried in arms, and plentiful of stain. "...on your paws shows your house and home, your bodies and mind, are ready on a spiritual level to receive the gods blessings..."

	Milo wasn't sure what was going on, except was told that after today, the gods will *really* like him! and he was fine with that. But in an earlier conversation with his mother, she mentioned a funny word; Sex. They were going to perform this...sex in front of the tribe. While the acts were vague, it seemed like a sort of dance the way it was described. A dance with his mother? They were just going to play and everyone will be happy! Yet, as the shaman was spilling the words of wisdom and the coming of the spiritual release...

	"...I now ask the pair to undress each other."

	Milo giggled at his mother. "Were gonna be nakie?" The wolf cub was topless, but wore a tanned loin cloth.

	He got kissed on the cheek and loomed over upon as his mother laid him on the bed, nipping at his neck.

	"OOooOOoo that t-tickles! Ahahaha!" Lips tugging the soft flesh of his fuzzy neck, licks, and then she invaded his muzzle!

	"Mmm yes, like the day we were born." Helena slipped her paws to his waste to shove the bands holding his little strings together loose, and tossed his loin cloth away.

	They tumbled in the moss bed, mother now on bottom and both of them breathing, kissing. "This is fun!"

	"It's going to be a lot more fun~ Take it all off~" Mother motioned her 3 year old boy on top of her. He began a series of laughs as he began to tug the spotted leopard skin off her top. Breasts spread apart to reveal the gap of her chest, tits hanging on each side of her body. 

	Milo slunk down to her waist, and pulled on her hide pelt until it lay unfolded under the bodacious woman. She lay naked and then - 

	"Milky!" He saw her tits! Grabbed onto one with his suckling mouth and with some effort, a stream of milk to nourish the pup.

	"My little seedling hungry? Yes he is, drink up baby, drink up." Helena held the teeny head there while he hovered and drank; Like a great thirst that of many days walking in a desert did the cub glutton upon the hardening nipple. His tugs with his teeth were polite, he knew they need only minor molestations to make them spring with life giving milk.

	Taking a grip on her boob, Milo happily engorged himself. Mother had taught that if he gets hungry, just drink! No questions asked! This has led to a lot of broken privacy when she tries to settle down after weaving baskets or prepping the tribes dinners; He will barge in, find his way under whatever she's wearing, and latch onto a teat. Hungry boy! He must be growing up fast to warrant all the breast milk he taps. And so it was that the child was pet with mouthfuls of warm sweet cream, some of it escaping his maw and dripping off the side of mother's coat.

	"Ahem." The standing shaman got Helena's attention at least. "...And so after their bare fur exposed, they exited out to the world to find sanctity in nature."

	"'Aww but he's hungry. He will need all his strength to fuck my pussy, oh yes he will!"

	A loud gulp of milk. "Gonna do what?" Chin dripped with white runny liquid, looked at mom and left her teat to spray a stream off the side, hitting the moss.

	"Shh...shh...just drink my little seedling." Helena pushed his head back down her spurting teat and grabbed hold once more. "Mother will make you strong! You will grow up to hunt beasts of fang and claw, and make everyone proud! The pelt and food you will bring will feed many - Oh! But I must feed you first! Mustn't I?"

	The cub drank deep from the pink towering nipple, the bumps of flesh hardening under the laps of tongue and nibbles of teeth. Milo liked to stroke her boob with his maw; open as wide as he can, take as much fatty boob as he can in, and with a grip, tug slowly over past the areola, dragging muzzle in deep the breast until at the tip, and giving rough sucks and using both paws to clasp hold the breast.

	Helena's toes curled as she panted and gasped. "Drink deeeep~" About to move both of her legs around his little body, but-

 "-And so after their bare fur exposed, they *exited* out to the world to find sanctity in nature." The shaman repeated.

	Mother relaxed, son did not. "I guess we can't keep everyone waiting, can we? Come on Milo." Lifting up, Helena grabbed her son and cradled him, letting him glutton his drink, and as a naked pair, came out of their hut.

	The world was in a hazy late afternoon gloom. Skys are darkening. Clouds are getting hues of purples and oranges from the sun heading to sleep. Yet, the village was as awake as a dawning of a new day. For a rite is at hand! Wolves of all generations helped by taking rocks, pebbles, bits of leaves, grass, and even sticks and wood to line them up into a path leading from the green door frame, to the center of the village.

	Milo was being carried, happily breastfeeding off his mother while the cream sought to escape the gaps in teeth, dripping from the corners of maw and jaw. Clutched in tiny hands were his mother's fur being tugged slightly as he held on, latched to a pert flesh milk dispenser and gobbling. To his swiveling ears and awareness, there was a crowd around them. His nose picked up a roaring fire nearby, but mouth kept tasting sweet milk.

	Mother knelt down and sat with him. There was a circle of tribal wolves watching them. Where they sat was on a soft pile of straw, Helena leaning back, her son attached to her breast. Smiling, knees and legs up, began to spread them to the quiet murmurs of the bystanders. 

	"Lucky boy."
	"My spiritual releases wasn't until *after* half score thaws!(1)
	"Nice!"

	Helena was being milked, and judged. One hand on her son's bottom, the other petting his back. "Oh Milo~"

	"Mmm?" Eyes connecting, he lay flat on her drinking. Mom had gotten his body parallel to hers, his tail flagging behind that buttox with legs laying close together.

	"We're going to join in holy union."

	The child nodded.

	"So We are going to rub against each other until you get horny!"

	Nodded again, nibbles upon nipples. Not understanding what she was talking about.

	Down where the hot action was at, Milo's sheath lay resting upon his mother's inviting privates. The boy was mostly milk focused, and allowed mother to handle humping him.

	Taking both pawfuls of toddler butt, Helena pressed his flaccid child hood against her rising clit, moving about the lips of her inner labia, wet and sticky. She was ready to take her son's virginity, something she will cherish for the rest of her days.

	Milo's pointy ears swiveled back in confusion when he felt something slimy on his child hood. Reaching down with a paw did the cub swipe around and pull it out; Reviled a glistening wet on his little fingers and palm, which he showed his mother. "Lookie!"

	Tenderly with motherly paws did she leave his butt unmolested, brought them up to hold his hand that shined in the dusk with her musk. "You might not understand, but mommy is wet. That means, I'm ready to take your virginity!" Helena laced her fingers and intertwined them with Milo's. He just grinned and laughed. "Oh Milo, my son. My beautiful baby boy. It's just a sticky mess down there too you, isn't it?"

	Mommy kept rocking him back and forth with her larger body, focusing humps unto his hiding penis. Milo Laughed and suckled her boobies, one hand being held while breastfeeding and dry humping, the other paw roamed his mother's ta-tas.

	"That's right my little seedling, explore..." Her free paw not holding his went down to their nethers and took a hold of his sheath. Small little grunts from him, Mother guided the pecker into a small opening of skin. "...explore inside my pussy."

	"Ah-ha! HeeTee! Maaaa~" The small wolf was suddenly becoming aware of his genitelia. His tip was small and red, poking out in front of his cute ball sack. Hiding partly in his sheath, the member pressed firmly into his mothers lower temple.

	*Helena took Milo's virginity!*
 	
	"I can feel you growing~" Sultry in voice did mother moan and Milo buck.

	"S'funny!" did the cub squeal. Making twisted faces, mouth open and leaving her nipple unmilked.

	Mom's legs were wide open, around the crowd on her bare back taking her son. Relaxing with arms behind her head now and looking at the sky, listened to her laughing son. "You're free to frolic and play on my temple grounds, little seedling. Do what feels natural."

	"Like 'dis?! 
	-Woah!"

	Milo made a pull out to thrust back in!

	The tribe murmured approvingly.
	"How cute!"
	"Oh he's trying!"
	"I think I got some milk on me."

	When the 3 year old made bumpies into mommy, her tits made a hefty lift then back down, squirting some cream from the sensitive nipples in the process. A gasp and turning her head, Helena grabbed the straw out reached and felt the curious boy's errection fully. "Yes baby, yes!"

	The boy's knees weakened for a moment, laying on his mother in missionary. Looking at his surroundings, A glowing fire not so close to their pile of straw. Their tribes mates looking at the spectacle. Thatched huts to live in - the one with the green door frame is ours! His eyes wondered back to his mother; Naked and happy. And so his hippieness swelled! Making a moanful pull out, Milo pressed back in!

	His knot kissed her pussy lips! "Mmmph! S'a wet hole!"

	"Do you like it? Does it feel good?" While her cub made efforts to hump incestusly, Helena hugged the energetic toddler.

	Milo found her teat once more while laying on her. He eyed it hungrily. "Momma feels gewd!" Picking a pace, began making bumpies faster! "Momma's milk is yummy!" He attacked the teat! with vigor did he lunge and start suckling on her boobies!

	"Oh! Milo!" Helena cried aloud, taking her son.

	Baby boy pounded! He squeezed and thrusts. Holy matrimony did the cause start, Milo made haste. Straw bouncing and titties flying, the cub was going off the rails! Gasps and moans did the two shiver delightfully, sweat dropping from the brows of lovers, they joined repeatedly! Rapidity of motion did woes and awes spill from gasping jaws, for a little seedling, he rumps his mother with such vigor. Such slapping noises erupts during the crashing, Milo is pushing his mother deep, so deep! That knot is in danger of going in all the way!

	Helena arched! rising chest and bellowing out with wails of extacy, she kept matching his fucks with gyrating hips of her own! "Don't stop! Dooon't stooooop~ Keep going baby keeeep going!~"

	Milo's laughs and giggles turned ruffs and guffs, cute pitched huffs! He worked his mother! "Mama! Mama!" Head burried into large fatty boobs, he suckled! He's getting rough! Gnashing of the teeth did he bite and gorge!

	"God! Heed me!" Helena gasped her son's head feeding on her sensitive, hard flesh nubs. "I'm about to cuuuum~!"

	Milo's pulsating cock slides fast! Nut's swinging, heart pounding and body shaking, he barks! "Maaaaaa~! W-with yeeeewww!" He didn't know what she meant by cum, but he had instincts! He could feel it too!

	Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!-*SHLIRK!*

	Milo tied his mother! "Oh my gaaawd!" He released a dry orgasim!

	Mother came with him! "Lords! Feel my pleasure!"

	Their ejaculations wrecked the gates of heaven and kingdom come! A diamond moon hung over as they howled the creeping night away. Rock hard, yet flesh as tender as love did Milo's little child hood pulsate with his non-existent semen. twitched and pressed as forward as it could possibly go. Cute little balls, they smear with mother's juices as her freshly mated pussy, hot and messy. They tensed! Arms wrapped around each other in woah!

	Milo cried! "Hold me mama, hold me!"

	"I am my sweet baby boy, I am!"

	Legs twisted and grinded! Arms folded and huddled! Bodies lifted and fell! Mother came in and kissed her son on the lips!

	White flash of dry lightning in the distance hitting a mountain! The tribe gasped aloud! moved their jaws! Bound witness the thunder after confirming the gods were watching!
	
	Thier elder shaman clad in browns of bark, was a bystander of *evidence.* It was not raining, and yet a bolt hurtled down and struck awe in the clan of wolves hearts. He began a hymn;

		"Sturdy in the night with fang and claw,
		We dance and hunt with spear and maw..."

	The rest of the clans mates caught on and thumped their feet to a beat and joined;

		"Whole in the night we howl at moons,
		Bring the hallow of gods boons!
		Glorious in the night do we meet,
		To sing and pray at this feat!

	Milo's lips were pressed to his mother's, kissing a great deal as his body was smothered to pieces. He wasn't sure which way was up or down, only that he was cradled in a lovers hug; Lower abdomen pressed against fur and pubic bone. While legs intertwined, they moved up and down during which their tails wagged. Little boy wolf pup disappeared between mother's bosoms, snout poking out and giving those kisses. 

	Helena kept rumping. Normally a child of his age would be too small to knot their parent. Yet here she was, tight enough for him to do it. Testing their bonds, Mother tried with her legs to push him out - to no avail. Then relaxed and started to hump him again. It was clear he was going no where.

	With groans and moans turned whines and cries, the shaman detected they both reached the peak of climax. There was just two things left to do; First, check if the union is complete with a tie! It needed to be officiated, there have been times in the past where a male ejaculates but has not tied the knot in the receiver. The lords above *demand* that the sacred rite to be an unseperable bond!

	Milo and Helena kept up the kiss, poor boy hiding his head between his mother's safe breasts. Giving a yelp, the cub felt his tail being grasped and raised; The shaman was investigating.

	"Just keep -mmm- kissing me -mmm-" mother said to her son between smacking lips.

	Hesitantly, Milo nodded and ignored the man looking closely at their act of sex.

	"Let's see here..." The bark wearing shaman saw that the base of Milo's privates had indeed slunk in all the way, hidden and nestled by a fuzzy pouch. Helena's vulva was red and puffy, had been pounded upon and slapped by righteous fire! This is good! With two thumbs he dug in the inner labia and spread the skin apart to see the bulbous knot of the young child so deep inside his mother.

	The crowd was eager to hear the results; The shaman rose with good news! "Attention all! The ceremony tonight as been consummated to fulfilment!"

	A roar of cheering exploded from the tribe!
	"So they watched!"
	"The gods love you!"
	"Praise be your offerings!"

	Helena still kissing her child, massaged his face with her tits. He seems a little shy right now and doesn't want to leave the security of her fatty boobs. "Milo..." She stopped kissing him, to which he unburied his snoot from under her breasts and peeked at her.

	"Mama...?"

	Eyes lowered, hugging the boy in her naked form, she touched noses with him. "Would you be my groom? And I your wife?" her hug tightened on the little boy. "Would you mate me for life?"
	
	The heart in her cub jumped so much that he squealed happily and went for *many* wet kisses! That is an astounding yes!

	It was time to do that second thing; Spin the boy! Sadly the elder had to rip their lips apart as Milo made disgruntled yelps and was spun on his dick. The cub's head now pointed at Helena's legs.

	The shaman standing before the tribe spoke. "We gather in this brief period of time, in the twilight. Lay basking in the glow chosen by our higher authorities, these two tonight are to be bathed in light. One for their glory. One for our favor. Yet they are the ones to form this unseparable bond tonight..."

	Meanwhile, Milo had tasted the fruit bared from adultery, and wanted to try it some more. Tail giving short wags, the small boy's hips moved on their own accord while he held onto mother's thick thighs.

	"O-oh! Milo~" Helena watched her son's body twitch and buck, was he having trouble?

	Small wolf cub found for some reason he could not escape! Not...not that he wanted to, he just wanted to pull out to joust back inside. But something at the base of his newfound parts made his stay. As Milo tugged, a force around his skin, something that griped the inside of his mother's...her...area, that would not let him go. It was darn slippery! But it was like hitting a wall! There was fleshy skin, unlike pelted fur which can be of friction and yet downy, but this slick tissue was intimate; When pulling, there was a certain struggle in his loins, it cost him his breath with each tug. Therein against the wall was a tight grasp, also of flesh and his knot which lay his still rubbed against.

    "...That we remember the gods can be loving. As we spill our seed into the temples of our mothers, of our daughters, and of our friends, the gods feel this through us. So we worship-" The shaman was caught off guard as Helena, one of tonight's blessed peoples, tugged his leg. She beckoned for his ear.

    Leaned down to listen. Mother wolf whispers the news to the elder. His eyes light up! This is a joyous day!
    The elder shaman got back up. "We have more good news everyone! If you would lend me your attention, there is a new union! Tonight's offerings, Helena and Milo, have decided to join in the eternal bond! Their ultimate seeding and fertilization will grow our tribe and produce pups for the next generation!"

    A feverish roar of approval!

	Little boy Milo lay horizontal along mom's body; Legs spread slightly and sat on belly fur, with lean thighs, small of butt lay quivering in mother's temple doors. Spine and ribs be well fed! his torso lay on Helena's thighs and hides his head in those warm thick legs.

    "Congratulations little Milo! How big you have grown!" A lady said as the cub in question hid himself close to mature legs. "Be proud! you made your mother cum! tonight is a blessed night!" Milo moaned in dissatisfaction, not liking being the center of the attention all of a sudden.

    Helena held him by his ankles and sort of...moved his legs a bit. Up and Down, left and Right. His groaning is rather adorable! More wolfs came to congratulate them.

    "Well done Little Milo! Let me tell you a secret to marriage; A thousand No's and one Yes, means Yes!" A bold wolf of a man stood laughing as a woman behind him gave him a smack to the head!

    Yet the three year old cub was sensitive right now! how could they not understand! When he felt a stiffness of his loins shake with tremendous power, he became...aware! Everybody was watching! Had he tasted the apple of knowledge? Understood not, but the best way to hide his shame was to continue pressing his newfound lust as deep as he could.
Helena could tell her child was having some bearing on the world around him. Brushed his tail, legs, and butt. "Milo..."

    "Nnnugh..." A mumble halfway under his breath, looked the other way.

    "Want mommy to bounce you little seedling?" Helena began a rhythm for him with her hips, earning pleasured chirps from his pitched vocals.

    "Ya!" Blushing, he let her do these nice things.

    "Mi-lo~" A particular hard hump, just for him!

    "Waah!" That tickled his tummy! also 'what'

    "We need to practice sex every day."

    "Uh?" questionable.

    "One day, you will go squirt squirt inside my temple, I will bear your seeds. You need to be well prepared to handle a day of fertilization!"

    "Hmmmm..." Turned head the other way.
    "Buh?" But why?

    "Because, I want your puppies!"

    "Ouagh!" Milo jolted out of his hiding place! "We gonna make pups?!" Sudden enthusiasm hit the toddler! Milo started to join in with mother's gyrations!

	The milfy wolf helped her son buck as the owl hoots would come more apparent. Dusk and her sun took off in the horizon, setting behind tall and white dusted mountains. A tiering cub soon fell rest bit, and out of energy. It was Helena's ordeal to carry such a small life both inside her, and around her pelvis as she waddle-walked to her home. Milo stained green with grapes, just earlier they were painting their door. Now he grasps weakly around moving fur, clinging on as his tiny balls were pressed up as he was hilted inside.

	Milo's nose twitched. The familiar scent of his home. No longer were they in the gaze of flame and friends.

	Laid horizontal. Covered up with buffalos pelt. Milo was gone.

	Helena lay on her back with him on top. In the dark of their thatched hut, felt her heart leap with so much joy. Quivered and reached down to hold his little bottom, said, "I hope you had a good time at your ceremony." Other paw reached out to his hand. "You are so small. When you cry, I can't help but hug you!" Moved her paw from butt to back. "But it's the same during sex, too. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, it's what mothers do. Just like how little boys are naughty." She smiled. Watched him breath with mouth open agape. Nudged his face over her close-by nipple as he naturally clung to it with his lips.

	"Good night, Milo." She too, lay rest bit, and breastfed the night away with him knotted inside.

(1)/[half score thaws; A score means 20 like a dozen means 12. Half that is 10. Thaws is how many years beginning with the thaw during the spring. So at least 10 years of age.]