A moon hung high in the black sky, dotted with shimmering wish lights. In a tribe of wolves was a recent party, a ceremony celebrating the gift of the Gods, to show their love and appreciation. Tonight, a child and his mother are blessed by sacred rites, their green stained door leading to a darkened hut, moon light draping along the cracks and weaves of thatched roofs. Glowing beams bathed two wolves in lunar luminescence. Through high land tree leaves it peeked, canopies gardening the darkest of places under their bark and flora ways. Such a gold and silver crested being lingering above all as it hangs in the throne tonight, as it does every night. The moon rules, and watches over the subjects for all nocturnal prowlers. One such citizen of the divine weakly groaned and twitched. A three year old wolf by the name of Milo, Son of Helena, regained consciousness in the light world. Young in body. Playful at heart. A little of a blink, he soon became aware of mom. "Wauugh!" Little wolf Milo howled in the night! Stiffening legs, bucking hips and whipping tail! He was caught at the hips! What was going on! Milo thrust and whelped, a yammer as he found a force somehow...stuck on his lower half! Unbeknownst to the poor tiny feller, his special little swollen knot has taken refuge in his shuffling mother! Guardian's belly whom birthed her Husband, took him as Helena slept soundly. For now. But then- The smell; The aroma; That glorious whiff! While during his grunt-full struggle, Milo's nostrils were assailed by female pheromones, and gave to him the burden of dense weights. Paws and legs found panic too heavy to touch meaty and firm fur of life, this belonging to the scent of someone peculiar, and close to him; Mother. Milo was used to waking up next to Helena. It's an affair he oft enjoys, being able to cuddle with snuggles, midnight snacks of creamy drink always an option with ease of access. Tonight appeared to be the same case, except...here he was, stuck, and it was stupid! He didn't know how he got this way, in all honesty. His ah...the thing. You know? *That* thing. No, not his snoot. His hangy downy parts were all mashed up and everywhere playing 'Hide and Seek', and being a general nuisance because of it! The little ways he squirmed were not enough to wake up Helena. He lay atop her, buffalo pelt hugging over them both. It was when his nose caught his dearest loving mother that he began to calm down from being caught at the knot. Silly pupper! He *still* was not sure what was going on, little toddlers tend to only think of the here and now. Perhaps his prime reason for waking up was out of hunger? Surely that was it! Milo went for the source of all life; What is but anima in liquid form for it flows so sweet, and so smooth. *'Come, drink from us,'* beckons soft unbeknownst nipples. Proud, dotted with the escapipes for the streams to run, lips need only part over the heavy soon to be lactating mammaries; Tight with firmness they are, great with weight. Filled with life! Filled to the brim with so much joy! Helena's left bazongas were fondled with the most lightest of squeezes, lips hunkering over areola and taking a nice big nibble. Power in his loins! Milo Bucked his privates! Woah! This is new, he needs to dance! "Nnhya!" The cub gasped out loud! "S'wet...Stick-stick." Tongue lolled out, he took mother's breast in mouthfuls and began squeezing the cream out her teat. Milo nursed like he usually does, but this time a certain part of his body was active. He can't remember that he was chubbier as a baby, but having now lost most of that belly fat, he lays and haply whimpers lightly. Teeth nipping, lips smacking, milk led a constant stream down the side of Helena's full knockers and pooling- rather, being absorbed into the moss below the fur of wolfen back. Little wolf Milo clung eyes closed; Whatever heated air escaped his nostrils blasted at his mother- coming back to hit him in the face, then chose to continue to buck and hump, no matter if it does make him whimper and cry! It feels righteous! Plow and milk! Helena was rocking in the bed. Legs splayed, arousal began to set in, and some primordial fragment of need came into fruition; There is a space inside her that used to be more open and empty, but being thoroughly tested, and plunged. Her rack was swinging, except one was being catered and fawned over. Everything was rightfully foggy for this adult. A third eye, the one outside of conscious activity now drove our dear milfy Helena. The silhouette of naughty bumps were thrust upon the wolfess' body and mind, churning any kind of dream she may have had lost and replaced with carnal urges. Scattered to the high winds were cognitive sentience, and with two pawfuls did the cravings of the impulse grab hold of minor butt! *Gasp!* Milo rose tail to be hindered under buffalo pelt, and was not expecting dearest mother to be awake...? The cub sniffed her mouth. A light shake of mother's shoulders. Yet her grasps were only of molestation on his behind and didn't appear otherwise awake. Mommy's eyes are closed. "Momma?" The lightest of whispers. A test. No particular audio functions from mom. She just grabbed his tooshy. I mean...I like Momma's paws on me! And so Milo just smiled and fancifully nipped his mother's pert and lavish nipple- She's pulling me in! It was weird! I 'jus wanted ta drink, but...this dancing! And now mommy is pulln' and rubbn'! It makes my noodle legs tango! Milo laughed and bucked,wolf hood dipped into a trance of liquid and muscle, wiggling his sex as he had forgotten what orgasms felt like. He felt the lightest of tugs and pulls, crotch grinding and giggling – much merriment burst out in mirth as he applied himself to fucking his mother with his slender yet firm cock. Mommy *has* to be awake! "Hehe, momma?" In reply, the wolf's tits rolled up and down, the bottom of the breasts bulging and slapping her chest as they flattened and rounded out in shape with her laying down. The cubs genital poking caused heaving breasts to come alive in glorious waves as an ocean wafts roils onto a sandy beach. Shaping under grabby paws did the titties dent and spring back with in abundance as would fine sweet grass bounce. The only audio she made were the huffs and sometimes honeyed gasps off her silent lips. So Milo kept bucking and cooed playfully at this fun adulteration. The lubed hole he found his newly discovered privates in sloshed around mischievously with bounding giggles aplenty. His knotted phallus pushed and pulled, throbbed and pounded! Jovially there was a secret pretense; Is mommy awake, or not? Surly she is play'n! He rested his head in her bazongas though, soft and warm as fine hairs encompassing the breasts tickled his cheeks, laughing with huffed moans as they rocked bodies. With Milo's knot as deep as it could go, poor, poor sexually active Helena gasped with warmth flowing inside her spirit. She could almost feel the wake world, it's laurels of night cascading her darkness across slumbering eyes. The cub's urethra poked at gardened flesh, silky smooth with slathering and wiggly passes. Presses of insertions made fumbles and woes, Milo nuzzling with presence of it all feeling good. Wondrous even! Flowing cuddling fur crossing with grazes, the cub could happily cook upon toasty belly fuzz and be pleased being an egg. The urges. The urges! It's a carnal hunger! Whatever reason it was, wolfess legs crossed and closed over the huffing glamour of her child, wicked coitus is his arrow shaft, it pierces her command! Knows not, only asleep- yet as those legs swung to hold the cub close to body and never let go! Her flesh pulsed in sleepy need and grabbed hold of him by the bulbous knot and massaged his dick. Vaginal muscles hid grooves that flexed along the cub’s pointed and eager shaft as the furrows of knocks kneaded with a tumbling plowing. Helena subconsciously knew her pussy was being violated by someone she held dear, and perhaps why her slumber remained uninterrupted. Even as milk filled tits as firm as they were, became molested in the ravishing act of fondles and squeezes. Milo would lift up his tail in full display if not for the buffalo pelt! He rolled with jubilant excess into his mother, bearing, grasping, feeling wide spread breast of platter before him. He did not know what to call his special place, that area which now slathered in wet pussy juice, humps abound and washing him over with glee. The stars align once more and today's hero leans forward, pressing each paw into a... a...! *Bodacious, wolves would chant the words big knockers with a voluptuous- Gracious, everyone's lips would talk about her, it would be the topic of loquacious- Tenacious, passerby would break vows to see this milf with curvy assets and ostentatious- Voracious, in her bed tonight pussy gripped, need, knot locking with salacious- Rosaceous, turned the color room warm tonight and did paws dance in plight, nipples folding under brushes in bosoms, they were large, they were capacious- Flirtatious, was nature, one look at those bombshells and Milo when he's older might have to inseminate, giving her his proteinaceous- Seeeeed! Yet minor Milo was too young to understand fertilizations, adulterations, the seeding of the egg which his body was much too underdeveloped to produce. But he did close his eyes, close muzzle around fatty breast, then hump proudly. Believed that mom was actively playing and not fast asleep as arms came to lock his tiny form there, both legs holding steady the cub's tender butt. Hands snaked down his back to grab those boy bottoms, soft to the touch with needy mom pressing him in her wet horny love hole. Then 'lil Milo felt his world turn upside down in a literal sense. Whilst clinging to motherly body, Helena rolled to her side and tipped over- toppling over the three year old with her larger body. Milo was trapped! They somehow maneuvered out the moss bed with those thick boulder crushing thighs on either side of him. Not only were those immovable broad comforters holding him in place, demanding arms locked him in as he found a gap to ball up in her chest and the cavity space as mother practically formed a dome around him. Helena had flipped the tiny cub, rubbing out an itch that knotted her burning vulva. Any attention was good, and the object in her whilst small, helped curb frustration into sated flesh, but eager for more. Her clitoris found Milo's base and rubbed against it, flicking the stiffening sex button upon downy toddler fur. The cub was shafted in wet tight walls, his red knot forming the plug that kept mother from leaving by accident. As Helena dragged her body down, so did her clitoris, jousting away pleasured knocks in rapid succession. When mother’s pubic bone crashed onto the cub’s crotch, the small boy found a roll he could match with as they slapped their slick and sloshy lust parts. "Yelp!" A small cry from poor Milo! That penis thing people talk about is balling up a feeling in his groin! Nowhere to go, moonlight was shielded from the future breeder, tucked away between breast and thigh and on his back. Fucked and cry! Little wolf tried flailing legs -- Muscle spasmed, body tensed; Huffed in experiencing a sexual high! "Hah! Ah! Ahah!" Helena's plaything was pulsing in her sleep! Milf's huddled date drove her humps into wild bucks! Gaffs and chortled gasps from the curvy woman, moist crotch held a vice grip and pounded away to get as much length of meat in roaring sticky peach bun; Texture of soft lips giving slight way to a bulb that was not coming out, inside was cavernous, hot, and ludicrously wet. As delicate and sensitive as the flesh was, the hole which was buried into was also strong. Flexible, With a smoothness to match worked obsidian idols, pulled and tugged for the boy's urethra to try and take the seed that was not there. 'Lil Milo's body and mind was being wracked! The cub had orgasms to share with his mommy, and clamored in pants and pitched huffs. "Om! Mmm!" Hands and arms slithered around in bathed sweat and pubic fur, lifted some fatty breast up and he found a nipple! It was rather dark, but he *knew* this was a nipple; As he had grabbed the milk plump boob, the weight reminded him of what he was dealing with; Heavy and round of shape, the areola formed an area where toasty downy fur did not frolic their roots about, instead a pink rose like flower protrudes her silk tower across white pearling dotted skin so soft. Drooling taste buds hung under the pearling beads of milk and slathered themselves over the flexible nipple, cream gathering and being absorbed into the tongue. Jaw gaping wide to take mother's heavy set breast, legs would curl under her in the same attempt to hump his crotch in. Sleepful lust Increasing! Coochie grasped son's base, ass raised up with tail flagging, coming south with might! Milo's hips spiked up, mom lifting powerful thighs of their own accord; Squeezing boy, soft inner labia lips grasped around his tugging knot, and yanked! Wolf toddler getting smothered by voluptuous assets felt an intense drive pulling his member into a wet fire! Dry climax! Stuck in hold, fuzzy ball sack tried squirming with no use; Legs attempt to flail failed, heart beating with pinches of pleasure at his tip! Potent delight *shocked* from enrapturing knot, belly became tight, and hurled his body into twisted ecstasy! Shaking Milo's whole world, There was naught he could do but grasp mother's quaking body for dear life! Matronly orgasm heaved in long moans! Cavernous pool of wolfess sex gripped taut the small length, flesh walls constraining along the boy's member during Helena's wet climax. /////Act II\\\\\ /// /// "Wh-...What...?" Helena grumbled and shook awake, feeling sweaty and a small gesture in her...? A lustful jut of man flesh! "Ohh...!" That's pleasant! Wolf Milf Helena was not entirely of mind, yet. But some mysterious force cuddled in her chest, core, and made prods against the sensitive lining of her self lubed walls. Whatever thing this was, felt alive. Helena danced half awake in a collapsed cowgirl position, gaping pussy lips swallowed and sucked this small -- if hard! -- span of pecker. Her mind was at ease, yet her body screamed to grind upon these privates! Thick thighs encapsulated whatever lay under her for use of dousing the fire which burned her loins, sloppy wet pussy juice dripping in need as it all sweats down and embedded in the hot crotch. Helena's navel at her belly wraught with sticky perspiration and became more glued with every soggy slap of her genitalia. *Plop...plap...sslop...* Motherly pussy lips made slow fall up and down this small cock, oozing woman liquid in sharp splashes of the hungry cunt. Even if this pleasure rod was short, she seemed to prefer it's stiffening, swollen, and now trembling- "Mmm-momma!~" Helena startled awake. "Milo?!" Darting eyes across the room, instinctively did Helena wrap arms around the tiny body under her. "Milo!" "Momma?!" Milo felt her heavy milk filled jugs lift off his tender body and was hit by moon beam once more. Helena sat up while bringing up Milo from the armpits, both quite naked and painted green at the hands -- Milo even greener from their grapes they used this night. Motherly tone spoke out to her little squirming boy. "Milo...it was you." Bringing the tuckered lad to her chest, she gave him kisses on the forehead and cheek. "*Giggle!* Sw'e dance'n?" the boy enjoyed those pecks of lips and turned his cheek for more kisses and licks. "Yes, we were dancing My little seed." One kiss and lick turned into a french kiss, tonguing the child briefly before more kisses. He laughed! "Haha! Momma!" Mom found the moss bed once more and lay atop Milo with him still in her; They never separated, and now Milo's heart beat has matched that of his mother's due to the tie. Swishing her hair behind, Helena sat up in cowgirl for her son. "Oh Milo~ Do you enjoy being inside?" The toddler was on his back, grinning and giggling. "House is home!" The boy shot his arms out energetically. Helena lifted some and stroked his cock, earning a gasp from the silly cub. "No darling, inside here-" Hand splayed the pink of her inner labia, his knot pulsing out from his base as she thrusts forward with hips to show what she means. "Aaahh! Mom...? Mom's kemple... 's fer warship... 'n 's wet." "You worship my temple?" An eager nod. "And it's really wet?" A more vigorous nod! "'S my favowite!" Helena dove back on his lips. "Worship inside my mouth, mmm~" She now gave repeated kisses by probing her tongue deep inside the boy's muzzle, cheeks and teeth be polished and cleaned. Hips did their job and fucked the cub raw, clenching her pussy lips in the attempt to dry milk him -- he seems to love it! Milfy fun bags swung over the cub who pushed his paws outwards to hold onto them, bottom dug upwards with every bit of push as mom fell downwards, crashing their pelvises together in a circular motion of flagging tails and butts. With Helena muffleing her toddler son's cute quips, she swallowed them all in the kisses she invaded in his young muzzle; Moans, gasps, reflexes of loinfull tugs that made him yelp in pleasure, mother took them in her lips and swallowed them all in open muzzle kisses! Swing of motion did their hips move in unison, bucking with pushes against the other, a hungry wet hole, and a hard throbbing shaft. Milo moaned, but also laughed! Milo gasped, but also giggled! The cub was grasping the strings of future knowledge, and transforming the information -- It twisted and turned to find that sex is fun! Milo bucked, but also played! Milo fucked, but also navigated! Mom's swirling tongue tasted so good! Now she's holding my arms down! I love you too mommy! Mmm~ Helena was becoming more aggressive, pinning the toddler's arms down as kissing became more drastic! Rumps of rounding rears moved at a more jagged pace! *Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap!* Wet oozing pussy drenched the wolf cub's cock throughout, drenching their crotches in Helena's cum juices. Muscle bound, firm, yet flexible wet vaginal walls clench as the labia muscles choke the knot inward -- This flesh tower of throbbing meat is going nowhere! "Mmm~ Ah~!" Milo reared up as his mother was lifting his entire bottom half off the floor then pummeling back down! "Yip! Nyah!" Grind and smash! Mother wolf lewded on the boy and smothered his little cock all over with pussy. And for his mouth -- Kisses! lots of wet kisses! "Mmmph! B-Big! Mmph!" Milo gave out even more dry orgasims for his mother's big wet juicy pussy! Helena noticed the moment he came! She went from pinning him down to stuffing his body between her large cleavage; Hard and plump, these knockers were full of life brimming milk! So snuggly and ample he was wedged into, Milo's wolfhood was swallowed and massaged during the dry ejaculation by tightening walls of delight. "You're doing great baby!" "*Huff!* Wa! Ha-ha!" Mother wolf coddled her cub in breast and arm, keeping him away from harm. Groomed was the toddler with boner mired in honey, all these orgasms made him laugh as it was all quite funny! Head between silk rich tatas, shafted meat throbbed in pussy juice that was the shota's. Yelp in delight! Mother fucked him outright! There was one thing on Milo's mind as he made a roar. "More! More! More!" Giggles! Wiggles! The three year old moved in her cleft, limbs giving them a shaken heft! Helena wrapped her arms around his back as her legs dug under. Although she was panting with quivering lips holding her son's schlong, her knees attempted to unbend themselves so feet could plant into the ground and stand up. Or at least sort of half-stood, mostly in a low, wide-leg spread slouch, as the mother held the wolf cub in her hungry muff. It was during this phase of standing that Milo began to feel the forces of gravity pulling him down, so he wrapped his legs as best he could just above thickly thighs. Meanwhile, Helena used her bushy tail as balance; her son had gotten much heavier since giving birth, and a lot of that weight tugged at her lumbar, making the toddler unwieldy. Horse Stance currently: both legs spread equally apart, feet flat against the ground, knees forward. Milo, that-that horn dog—bucked away, arms clinging to parent while Helena quaked in her next move. One leg forward towards the Western wall; Helana's pussy spasmed, and she bucked back as their hips gyrated while she attempted to walk. Milo was just enjoying the ride, relishing in his mother's belly button and savoring the navel whilst clinging. Next leg forward as she walked; Milo sucked that belly button and played with it, this becoming a sensitive spot for poor, lustful Helena. She coddled her son, one arm on his back, the other on his buttocks; the woman had to slouch further. "Momma! Momma! S'were go'n?" Curious little boy asked his mother where she was walk-fucking him too. Heavy breathing as Helena attempted to voice herself. "We...*huff* are going to...do a fun thing my little seed. Mommy...Oh! Mommy is going to show you h-how fun a piledriver is, mmm~" "P'dwivah! P'dwivah!" Milo attempted to blab, arms holding tightly around wide hips and waist. They'd gotten to the western wall of their hut, mostly a part where a couple sets of heavier timbers, if only slightly, made structurally sound supports. Shuffled her boy around one arm, Helena had to grab the more sturdy part of the wall made of timber to lean against. It was straining. Walking, standing, *and* having sex. She's just happy her knees didn't buckle while carrying him over here! But it is rather nice having the cub cling to her lower abdomen with squeezing legs and greedy, *touchy* arms. Little Milo was plowing to his heart's content, his face covered in fluffy tummy fuzz. Whether moterboating on purpose or jaggedly slamming his knotted noodle into bits, the wolf cub found passion! It was as fun as anything, and exciting too! He looked forward to this "piledriver". The struggle for Helena to simply fall and plop down was all too tempting, but mother knows she must be careful with her charge. The rapping, the fapping—it truly desired much attention from her screaming loins! Stooping forward, the wolfess bent her knees in a forward lean to kneel and set down the cub gently along with her. Now Helena sat in a frog position, squatted over with legs tucked under to provide lift off the bedroom floor. She relied on her son to stick to her holy temple by any means necessary, mostly by the effort of the wide-swung legs and their endeavor to embrace at the ankles over her thighs. As well as paws that seize titties, and rear behinds of the lifted tail kind. Helena, meanwhile, had supported herself for a moment by reclining back as arms shot behind to grab the floor. Sweat fell off mother's brow, face skewed in breathless rasps from the all-jerking cocklet. Every ramming drive further warped ether cry or guffaw as the howling in the night grew with every nailing. Milo's eager throbbing shaft bounced that pink, resulting in the crashing waves of fatty tits. Bountiful bust *popped* as mommy milkers, once more leaking fluidus nutrients and drenching spots of fur. Swollen knot covered in moist Milf pussy stirred the stew, sensitive nerves lathering spongy tissue. With youthful heavings coupled with *quite* the store of stamina, the cub put his back into lovemaking, whilst grabbing every lecherous boob and thigh. Even subjugating Helena's sides with long sweeping passes until they reached the furrows of her underboobs and *grappled* in fits of giggles! "Huh-oof!" Squatted limbs and supportive arms buckled under all of Milo's tests! Helena slumped backwards, barely catching her fall as her legs kicked out and she spread on her back. Meanwhile, as Milo fondled wide hips and swashing voluptuous assets, Helena is getting ploughed! Worked thighs labored simultaneously with her upper torso to crawl her legs up the wall. Milfy woolf was on her back. Cleavage rolled so freely, making mammary glands flick and bounce. "Fweet goos uhp!" Toddler watched long legs go vertical, taking pause for a second as his mother climbed her bottom paws up the wall, her hips flat on the ground. The cub was pushed against the packed mud and wood posts along his bottom, but was adjusted as Helena's pelvis started to follow the wall beams in turn. Milo tucked between thunder thighs, brushed his paws along them as they folded towards Mother, knees reaching upon the Wolfess' chest, and ankles over her head. "Hello Milo~!" Helena said cutely, pretending the space she poked her head out and being folded in half was a window through her legs. "Haw-ha! Silleh!" Yes, Mother can be silly sometimes. It was always worth it to see his smile and hear his laughs. A couple maneuvers with heaving arms, Helena got most of her back up the wall too! Just about in an upside-down state, her head and upper back touched the ground, meanwhile her lower back, and everything else scaled the wood beams. Folded plump calf cakes rest comfortably for Milo to grasp onto in this strange height. He almost lay teetering, though thanks to mother's big 'ol yams, those jiggly thighs, Milo could lean forward with pervy paws and bounce happily to watch mother's tits ripple in waves. "Woah! Haha!" Milo chortled, he bucked her bump, crashed that bone in mother's hole! The cub really labored a sweat. Mother's pubic fur tickled his groin, worked the slick lube spilling from their sexes into their fur. "Seedling baby, mmmfh! Can you tell me what -ah- position we are in?" Her son needs an education. Teaching him this piledriver position will help him as both a breeder and a lover. Slowing down to think, the cub made struts of his tiny arms, holding onto Helena's thighs. "Buh?" Mother reached up to his butt and stroked them softly. "See how my legs are over my head?" "Funneh 'wegs!" Milo humped. "Yes! My legs are funny! Ooh~!" Helena spoke through the window legs. "You see how you are waaay up there?" "Uhp!" Milo humped. "Uhp!" A rough thrust. "Uhp!" Sloppy sex is oozing from their crotches. "That's right!" Helena took her right paw and began to rub her clitoris with two fingers, her left paw fondling his buttcheeks. "Ooooh Milo~! Th-this is the piledriver position!" "Hahaha!" That's right! Mother said something about that! "P'dwivah! Goos in hole!" "Right again, my seedling~! Mmm! This is -Ah!- A good pose to get *really deep* in there!" Getting more breathless, Helena molested her son's rear and masturbated while he fucked her with his swollen knot inside her cavernous flesh. Moans and groans swore throughout the high moon. Beams of dim light shined in from the window, a little light dawning upon the wolves and their act of happiness. To little young Milo, oh cub of the rite, a rod of flesh pushed into maternal bonding. Oh, adulterous mother, she who loved her son and too joined in on the rite, played spectacular games with the toddler. For the cub to bounce and romp, his small frame sure made enough effort to roll her tits and make them swing with spilling milk. Enough for Helena; she was ultimately tired from how much energy her offspring has and could almost sleep right here, right now. She could relax fully knowing where her boy was; the wall kept her torso vertical without the help of stabilizing paws, and therefore the cub was safe. Safe in her holy temple, frolicking his frisky privates with hers. Yet Helena remained awake for an important reason. Right paw halting the pets of her happy button, her left came up from molesting his butt and grabbed a tiny paw that leaned on her thighs. "Milo..." The child grabbed her paw back. "Momma?" He smiled toothily and rumped on her vagina so willingly. "You are going to give me your seed one day. It almost makes me sad, in a happy way. You are going to grow up. When that happens, you will no longer give fruitless efforts. I'll miss the day you stop giving me dry seed. You are so pure right now. So little... I remember when you fit in my hands. It seems like it was just yesterday, and well, I wish for you to grow into a fine young man. By that time, you'll have lots of experience, perhaps sow your roots with other partners. It makes me proud of you just thinking of that. Milo?" Helena asked again. Milo didn't really understand a lot of what she was saying, but listening to her talk always made him happy. "My Milo... I want to join on your adventures as much as possible. Can you promise me something, Milo?" Helena laced her fingers with the cub's. "Pomis?" The little wolf tilted his head. "Can you promise that whether you are sad or happy, angry or hungry, you can come to me for all of our special hugs? I want to see you grow up. I want to see you inside me, and blossom. Milo?" Her right paw finally came up to his other paw and locked her pinky with his pinky. "Will you pinky promise to never stop having sex with me? I know it's a lot to ask, and maybe I'm selfish, but if you'll let me, I want to love my little boy for as long as I can." There was an embedded fear that her baby would grow up and leave her one day. Milo, the toddler he was, saw that his mother was distressed about something. Something about his seed, or other. But he thinks he knows the solution to make her happy. The cub tightened his laced fingers around her paw and reinforced the pinky hold. Putting his back into it, he energetically pushed with his boyhood as rough as he could! Mother gasped out loud, but he was determined! Milo laser focused and watched his mother scream in pleasure during hard knocks. He buckled down and fought in toil; the cub really moved heaven and earth! Knees as leverage and leaning down forward in the piledriver, breathed harshly and continued give it to her! Stop being sad, momma! What was it that she said before at the ritual when everyone was watching? "Momma...caum!" He emulated her words, trying to watch her face scrunch up in orgasm. Helena's leaky tits flailed in squirting milk, cleft-bouncing as her boy forced her tits to roll. "C-cum?" Could not pop his knotted cocklet out, heaved his tiny spine deep into fleshy walls. "Momma! Pees caum! Dun be sad!" He would *not* stop thrusting his hips! "Pomis!" As Helena lay there with her back up the wall and head down on the ground, she saw her boy worried about her; He politely said 'please' and wanted her to cum...to stop being sad. She didn't mean to be sad, and somehow that made her son worry. "Oh Milo baby! Everything is okay! Keep jumping! Keep jumping!" "Is -uff!- okay?!" Milo blurted out as their paws were connected to one another. "Why yew -ah!- saaad~?" Little wolf cub kept his eyes locked on his parent. These feelings of raw delight and being sexualized grew on him in the short time he'd experienced adulteration. "Milo~ -Oh!- My baby! Mommy is okay, sweetie. I’m just -ha! Ahh!- emotional because of all the fun we’re having! Milo?! Are-are you having fun, my little seedling?" Helena, the wolf mother, attempted to redirect their focus somewhere else. The cub’s nods were enthusiastic. "Ya!" With a smile, he made barks and light pitched moans. "Yur kemple’s fun! Hahaha! Momma?!" Milo making great strides in their lovemaking, continued to press his crotch in and slosh his boyhood inside mother dearests temple. "Wanna ‘ave fun all da dime!" "Of course, my little seedling! -Oh yes!- Of course!" As the toddler jousted his hips, he forced Helena's tossing breasts to make waves. "You’re doing a great job, honey! I want to -mmm!- to have fun with you all the time too, my little seedling! Oh~" She turned her head in ecstasy and gasped out as her thighs rumbled their thickness under her son’s efforts. As it were, Milo’s tenacity was well built; his knot of energy was bundled into a final ball ready to explode! "Momma?" "Yes baby? -Yes!-" "Momma?!" "Oooooh yes baby! -Oh!" "Momma!" The cub’s loins tightened, his pace quickened, and he panted harder. Helena could feel him in his throes of orgasm. "Are you about to cum?!" "Ha! Haa! Caauum!" Milo’s tiny paws tried wringing as hard as they could around his mother’s, tail lifting, and bucking as deep as he could go. "Waaahaahaa!" Dry ejaculation washed over the small wolf, barking out loud with teeth gritting and eyes clenched shut. "Ahhaahh!" His torso collapsed down and fell upon soft, downy tummy fur. The way Helena was stationed with her body up along the wall and Milo atop her in this fashion, he now rests in an odd downward slope between big bosoms. "Ooooh! Hahauugh! M-Momma! Hug me, mumma hug me!" They abandoned their hand and pinky holding to wrap their arms around each other. Milo continued to buck, hilting deep inside as he nuzzled her breasts. Helena felt his cock swell and pulsate, trying its best to fertilize for something he was unable to do yet. Jerk and heave, bulge and spasm! Her son’s orgasm turned into a cry! Tears flowed and spilled in her cleft as her leaky tits still made spurts and happened to dowse his head fur. "There there. That’s right. Cry and let it all out. Shhhhh...shhhh...you are okay." Milo’s Thrusting became less and less, eventually halting with heavy breathing as he cried in the crevice of her heavy milk jugs. For a while, Helena lay like this, her head between her legs and arms embracing her little boy. He just came, and it was beautiful. The only noises right now were the crickets outside, the rustling leaves from the slight winds, and Milo’s sobbing. "Milo…" His mother whispered. He tore his head from her ta-tas to look up at her, his eyes red from tears. "My baby...are you okay, sweetheart?" He nodded. "Ya." A sniffle. "Why are you crying, my little seedling?" "I dunno. A lotta…" Milo tried to think. "I feels a lotta gewds." Helena pet his head. "You just felt so good you had to cry?" "Ya!" the cub laughed, pulling an arm up to wipe away his tears. "Feels a lotta fun!" "Milo…" Helena, though in the precarious position she was in, tried her best to lift her head up. Her thick legs made things difficult as they nearly locked her in place on the floor, but she had to kiss him no matter what! Urging herself in a desperate struggle, she pushed herself to lay her lips on her boy, then slumped back down. Milo saw her struggles as she tried to kiss him again. So he reached as far as he could go, and they locked lips. Mother’s tongue swabbed his mouth as he sucked on it, feeling the soft gestures lick the inside of his muzzle. "I’m proud of you." Said Helena as she slathered her tongue deep in his maw. "Cumming in my pussy is a good thing." Milo swelled in joy! He liked being praised. "I-in Pufsy." He tried repeating her, only to be filled with luscious taste buds again. "Never stop cumming in my pussy, okay? Mmm~" Now her paws came up to hold his head, lips smacking and tongue probing. "Nevah stawp cauming in momma’s pufsy…" Kisses and lathering of their saliva, they were tied at the genitals and did not break. "That’s right. It is *very* important. Mmm." She could tell her son was having a lot of fun playing with her licking smooches. Milo nodded slowly, taking what she had to offer in his mouth and enjoying himself. "Milo?" Helena said breaking their literal tongue-in-cheek conversation. "Momma…" "Do you know what will happen if you stop cumming in me? If you stop having fun in my temple?" He shook his head. "I’ll be sad." She stroked his little noggin. "So because you were playing in my pussy, my temple, you made me happy. Very, very happy." Her smile was infectious, and Milo smiled, too. His tail wagged. "Made momma ‘appy?" “Yes, my seedling, yes. You made momma very happy. So happy that you get to play in her temple forever." Now Milo mimicked her by kissing and sticking *his* tongue inside her lips. "Hahaha! ‘Kay!" Helana was glad to be able to grasp his slippery taste with her puckered lips. As she did, Milo would burst out in fits of giggles, lick her cheeks, then go back to probing the inside of her mewling fanged jaw. But the cub broke it off and nuzzled her heavy milk filled breasts, that white liquid cream full of nutrients springing upon his face as he soon remembered he required nourishment, and thus began to suckle his mother’s mammary glands. The wolf milf made a sigh of comfort. Well, sort of. Comfort in the way that she was now being milked by her precious son, and not the fact that she was folded in half with her ass up against the wall. She did giggle at this and hoped her boy had a lot of fun with her. But now it was time to get back into their bed of moss and buffalo pelt to sleep properly. She just has to... Helena attempted to lift her legs. Just have to… Once more, she attempted to lift her *stuck* legs off her chest. ...Maybe rock sideways until she falls over? No. Milo would be in danger of falling off. Helena used her paws in an attempt to push her body off the wall. Nope. Didn’t budge. Failing that, the wolfess made a struggle with her back to arch and lift her legs with heaving arms. Damn it. That didn’t work either. So Helena collapsed in frustration and began to laugh. "Hahaha! Oh fuck me!" Milo looked up from sucking the pert and hardened red tower of spurting nipple. "Buh?" What was Mother trying to do anyway? “Oh, it’s nothing, dear. I just climbed a tree with a snake, that's all." With no real explanation, Milo eagerly continued to stretch the nipple from her fatty boob and feed his hunger. This was going to be an uncomfortable night. ///ACT III\\\ Morning dawned as birds of a feather chirped. Crickets ceased theirs in turn, and the dew of the forest was set upon their small village. Inside the the thatched hut of green berry stain lay a mother wolf. Wedged between wall and floor, legs were close together as to prop her son up upon her pillow like thighs so he did not have to sleep in such an awkward slanted pose. They both drooled in their slumber, Milo more so. Helena was caught off guard by the sudden entrance to the gates of the dream world, though forgotten reality existed thanks in part to hopping in the sack with her boy. There came a soft rapping upon their green stained door frame of the hut. Helena heard not, and continued to dilly dally in the realms of where anything can be made possible. Milo, slept like a rock. The rapping became harder upon the frame, to which little did it matter. As far as the eye could see, Helena lay folded in a piledriver. How can this woman sleep like that?! Easily, was the answer. For a breeder’s member lay restbit inside cavernous flesh, having rode out desires and the notion of wake all together. / A rapping and a tapping flourished, knocking on wood and a peep was heard ever so slightly, penetrating the cloud of enigma and the illusion of the mindscape in snooze land. “Helena?” A member of their tribe harked upon the wolf mother’s name, giving her a shuffle and a groan. A lithe wolf girl stood at the door way, having opened the long dried grass that separated the indoors to the rest of the world. “Mmmgh...let the sun rise a while longer…” The dozing mother with her pup were especially lazy this morning. Rosebud chortled, early in her teens wearing only a loin cloth crafted from bark-bast in a T shape, it’s soft woody texture quite flexible while hiding her bits and leaving everything else exposed. “Um...Elder Nax wanted me to check on you, since he thought it would be a good idea to perform another ritual.” As it were, the older wolf half asleep grumbled and felt her legs encroaching on the painful side. “So...we are going to need Milo, since some of us are going to make a silken gown for him to wear when the time comes.” / Oh? Is her precious bundle of joy going to partake in another rite? A deep inhale as lungs filled to the brim with oxygen enriched air, the way of the woods abundant with fresh essence before releasing it out from her nostrils as they flared open. “Okay, I’m uhp-ow-ow-ow! Oof! Oooh~ Rosebud? Can you do me a favor and get me out of this hot water?” A pain streaked through Helena’s back and legs, neck sore and shoulders feeling rather bruised. The teenager put her paws to her hips, flat chest thrusted outward as she teased. “You really climbed a tree with a snake, haven’t you? Yeah, Lemme get some of the others to help ya, I’ll be back right like bark on a twig!” Helena waited for a quick minute, wincing in pain as a strong and limber male came in along with his promiscuous wife, tittering and passing from her lips came the talk of how these two mated just last night. “Well hello Helena, thine love, we can see your ordeal came about as you both barked and wailed all moon long. Good to see your son survived the bounce of your wide hips! I tell you love, I’m jealous myself, that I am. Aren't I, Moss darling?” A wicked smile grew upon the Giggling wolfess as she drew furrows in the chest of the male. / Moss let out a hearty laugh. “Well Nookie, It was hard to ignore you playing with yourself last night, whining that this little cub here would make for a good lay. Guess what Helena? While you were bedding your son, my wife pretended to be in your paw wraps, and opened her jaw every time she heard you yip. I put mushrooms in my ears so I could get some sleep! Wahaha!” “Oh you!” Nookie pretended to pout but Helena interrupted their little guff. “Could one of you pull Milo out...please? I think he’s still knotted in me.” Absolutely naked with her peachy pussy open, that fuzzy puffy vulva taking a fully erect and sleeping toddler, struggled to keep her composure. Nookie and Moss inspected the young boy, lifting his tail and giving light tugs on his waist. They concurred; he was as stuck as a fat rabbit in a vegetable garden. “Well,” Moss scratched his head, “we are going to have to mix some knot bane.” Just then, three cubs came flinging themselves into the hut, courtesy of Rosebud. ///// “On the island!” Said one boy. “Mike?” “Pretty island!” Said the second boy. “Lu?” “Where nobody goes!” Said the third boy. “And Og?!” The triplet wolf preteens formed a striking pose. Mike took center stage in a spread squat, one paw placed firmly on a downed knee, the other paw stretched passed a raised knee with just the finger tips touching the ground. Leaned forward and said, “For great justice!” Lu took the right of Mike, back turned and a paw placed upon his thigh. Other arm curling to his shoulder with fingers tucked under the knuckle, head turning his gaze and announced, “You know the rules and so do I!” Og, who took the left of them sat on his haunches and fanned out a paw to cross over on one bicep, that held arm raised in victory with fingers spread and proclaimed, “Oh shit, here we go again!” / [/^-I want to add another meme archtype, but I have no idea what, and if this segment is just too much. Yeah, that bit with Mike, Lu, and Og is way too much I think. It’s gotta go me thinks. / / [///v-Wheel of Menagerie, spin spin spin, tell us the battle plan that will win. Something the warriors chant before taking a thin piece of flint that rotates around a slab with etched markings on it, giving off the impression that it decides the almighty battle plan. Every single “plan” etched on the slab is to form the Pincer Maneuver. Of course, da boyz always act really excited, meanwhile the girls let them play with their silly little pre-hunt ritual. Milo see’s all the commotion and tries to join in. “’Pin ‘pin ‘pin!” he says.