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But after putting in the hours, it seemed a waste not to publish, and I really want to get onto something else.\n\nI was trying to make the whole thing feel mildly hypnotic in its own way, swinging back and forth, but that left little room for descriptions, and made the sex very bitty.\n\nWell, let me know what you all think. All sexual content occurs post the characters reaching legal age, while technically there is a mention of naked juveniles, it's not sexualised, and very brief.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Not sure how happy I am with this. But after putting in the hours, it seemed a waste not to publish, and I really want to get onto something else.

I was trying to make the whole thing feel mildly hypnotic in its own way, swinging back and forth, but that left little room for descriptions, and made the sex very bitty.

Well, let me know what you all think. All sexual content occurs post the characters reaching legal age, while technically there is a mention of naked juveniles, it's not sexualised, and very brief.", "writing": "[i]How did it come to this?\n\nReclining on her moaning throne, Jean Strate; mother, psychologist, psycho-therapist, and formerly a very proper raccoon, mused.\n\nThe young body beneath her, strummed fingers over her naked breasts, head empty and obedient, while the second knelt at her feet, nibbling her fur and massaging her toes.\n\nShe'd certainly not meant for this, all those years ago on the long drive back from the dentist. She'd never dream that, so long after her loss of control that day, she'd have her two babies naked, seeing to her every need, with nothing but adoration in their vacant eyes. Casting her mind back, letting those dedicated hands tend her tired flesh, she remembered clearly how it had all started.\n[/i]\nA soul draining drive, two bickering eight year olds in the back seat, and all she wanted was a little rest. Her Sandra and William, twins that took after her in almost every way, hated each other. Every turning was another squeal of \"Mum! X bit me!\" Or \"Mum Y pulled my tail!\". Her work at the correctional facility had worn her down, and perhaps hardened her up, so at the next service station, she pulled in, bought them each a lolly, and told them to follow the shiny medallion on the end of its golden chain. Two sets of little black eyes watched enthralled, listening to the tick of a metronome, and the melodic tones of their mother.\n\n\"You don't hate each other,\" she corrected them, watching as they sank back into the pleather interior, \"you love your family, you love each other, you don't like being hurt, or hurting each other.\" That was all it was meant to be, just a simple change, a small suggestion to make her life a little easier. \"On the count of three, you will wake up, and you won't want to fight anymore. One, because you love each other. Two, because you love your family. Three, because you love me.\"\n\nDriving back that day, her small coal of guilt was nothing compared to the relief of the most peaceful evening she'd had in months. Her ex-husband had always said she was a control freak, that she just couldn't settle for things not being perfect. Well, that evening was perfect, and she didn't regret it, two little angels holding paws while the tv played, not a single squabble to be heard.\n\n[i]Yes. That's how it had started, that was all it was meant to be. A little reinforcement of family affection, an end to the bickering, just to make her life a little easier.\n\n\"I love you mum,\" came the chorus. Her strapping William running his teeth through the fur of her neck, crooning idiotically as he lavished her with love. Sandra, not so little anymore, kissed her way up her mother's thighs, her eyes glazed over as she nuzzled and rubbed and preened.\n\nJean sighed, leaning back into the young man behind her, pulling his bandit mask face in for a quick peck on the cheek. She'd never thought of doing this, but it had just, happened. After her moment of weakness, she just couldn't help it.\n\nBins not emptied like the chore wheel asked? \"You like helping your mother around the house, because it makes her happy, and you're happy when she's happy.\"\n\nHomework not done? \"You can't stand to see mum disappointed in you, and you would do anything to keep her proud of you.\"\n\nToo many muddy clothes from playing in the yard? \"You don't like wearing dirty clothes, dirty clothes make you feel dirty too.\" \n\nAh, yes, that was the first time she realised there might be a problem.\n\n[/i]Coming down from her office, phone in paw, talking to a colleague, when she'd been greeted by the sight of two naked fuzzy bodies, just sitting on the sofa in the middle of the day. Her tail had stood on end, livid as she had to hold back from scolding them right there. Of course, when she ended her call, and demanded to know what was going on, it all became clear. Their messy clothes were in the hamper, ready to wash, and two sweet innocent faces told her they felt much more clean without them.\n\nWell, she didn't approve at first, but with her twins spending their time at home mostly in their furs, she soon found there was a lot less mess that needed to be cleaned up. And they both seemed happy with it too, so what was the harm really? It was only in the safety of their home, and it would be so much more work to carefully unpick the suggestion than to just let them be a little more 'Liberated' around the den.\n[i]\nSandra's kisses had crept all the way up her legs, reaching their terminus. Lovingly, the plumper procyonid moved to little laps, across her sibling's sac, and where it met her mother's sex. That had Jean muffle a moan of her own, a paw landing between her daughter's ears, rubbing reinforcing encouragement into her scalp.\n\nNo, she hadn't really realised her mistakes until other forces started influencing her children. Time crept up on her, and soon her two kits weren't innocent little bundles that would just giggle at naughty pictures, soon that first command came back around to give their mother a nasty shock.\n[/i]\nComing back home from a long day, a spotless house to welcome her, and naively assuming her children would be busy with school work. She'd set her purse and coat on the rack, and headed to the den to relax, just to walk straight into the pair of them. Lips wrapped together, paws cupping the other's features, locked in the most pure expression of innocent affection she'd ever seen. No hesitation, no ambiguity or uncertainty, Sandra and William knew they loved one another, and all their mother could do was watch in horror as she realised what she had done all those years ago.\n[i]\nSandra gave her mother's cunny a delicate kiss, homing in on the bead of her clit, while below William worked himself in a languid pace, paws cupping and massaging her breasts. They were so devoted, unquestioning, as it was the most natural thing in the world for them.\n\n\"That's good, children,\" she murmured, stroking the back of their heads, \"my good kits, my loving family.\"\n[/i]\nThat day, when her heart had stopped racing, and her brain stopped boiling, she'd taken them aside, one by one, and tried to understand. Deep in a trance, she'd probed and pried, and come to learn just how deep their love went. After all, she'd put it in them, years ago, it was the pillar on which all her other suggestions had been built. She couldn’t undo it, not without the rest of her conditioning collapsing, and who knew what damage that could do to the pair of them.\n\nBut then, after she tried to pry them apart, watched their tearful faces, heard them profess their love so clearly, she realised that it wasn't the end of the world. In fact, it might even keep them out of trouble, make her life, and theirs easier. No fooling around with strangers, no worrying about dating, no drama, just the easy comfort of familiarity.\n\nShe could live with that. Her children were happy, she’d sidestepped a potential future mess and, if she was honest, there was something undeniably erotic about it all. The feeling of power, that small moment in her life that had such a profound impact on others.\n[i]\nSandra climbed higher, mouthing as she went, her fur melding with Jean's as her lustful eyes sought approval. The younger raccoon's plumper breasts pressing hard into her mother's, before their muzzles met in their own kiss. The young female’s fervour and heat were a form of worship, and the older, more refined woman was her goddess.\n\n\"That's it baby,\" the matron cooed, \"just like that.\"\n\nThat was when she started her slide down the slope. Seeing them both, often naked, openly displaying their affection for one another, had stirred something within her. She'd always thought of herself as a pragmatic sort, her marriage had been a mistake, but her children were still her responsibility, her job was to provide them with stability. So it made sense to make their relationship, as stable, and healthy, as she could.\n[/i]\nA few more suggestions here and there, just to deepen their bond, to smooth over the rough points, and to remind them, it didn't matter what the rest of the world had to say. In her home, it was her rules, and she was perfectly happy with her teenage son and daughter expressing their love for each other. Soon shy kisses and hand holding turned to playful gropes and the occasional grinding. That was fine too, they said a healthy sex life was good for a young couple. That had taken a lot more to instil, it went against a lot of what society pushed on them. But eventually, she found the perfect opening.\n\n\"Your sister is very worked up,\" she'd told him, \"she needs help,\" she layered on, \"I'm counting on you, do this for me.\" That got through to him, as he wavered at the door to Sandra's room, where they could both hear her enjoying herself. Jean had pushed open the door, put a paw on the small of his back, and nudged him towards the fate she wanted. The lanky teen hesitated for a moment, looking at his sister as she moaned on her covers, legs spread and unwittingly inviting, unaware of what was coming. It was a minute of him standing frozen, seeing her stroke the sex that he'd been fantasising about for years, hearing her sweet cries, breathing in her musky scent. Then he’d swallowed, ring tail swinging, and got between her legs, and gave her a whole new kind of kiss.\n\nJean had watched the first time, seeing the pair of them writhe, and gasp, and moan. It had lit a fire in her chest. Their tails intertwined, their voices growing louder, the older raccoon felt her needs mount, the scent of them in her head, the rush of power she felt, all so intoxicating. Her discipline cracked, and she sat by the bed, finger's playing a tune on her lips, watching the passion unfold, passion of her making.\n\nWhen the pair had finished, panting, smiling, Jean told them she was proud, reminding them that this was just what families did, and that she wanted them both to keep taking care of each other from then on.\n[i]\nWilliam shifted his grip, and together mother and son tumbled onto the sofa, so now he was above her, and she was on her back. Sandra was left with a brief moment of disappointment, before her mother's fingers, beckoned her closer, and soon their positions were reversed, a triangle forming with the two females atop the willing, blissful male. His hard red length buried eagerly into the hole that had born him, and his tongue into the slit of the one who'd come out with him.\n[/i]\nThe next step had been easier, all the groundwork already laid. They loved her, families expressed their love physically, they wouldn't do anything to disappoint her. So when she got tired of being just an observer, she cornered her daughter in the shower.\n\nSandra was thicker than herself, always a bit more plump, and it made her more self-conscious, more eager for approval. If Jean was regretful about anything she did that day, it was playing on her daughter's insecurities, but she certainly didn't regret what happened in that shower. \n\n\"You have a lovely body,\" she'd cooed, watching the teen's ears twitch, her eyes close. \"I'm so proud of you, you've grown up to be such a beautiful young lady.\" She had her paws about her, pulling her in as close as she could to whisper her instructions to someone who was eager for any admiration she could have.\n\n\"It's no wonder William loves you, it makes me jealous to see you both together, he won't ever look at me like that.\" Her voice dropped, her muzzle right up by Sandra's ear, \"but I want it, I want the same, can you do that for me? Can you give me the same, that special attention? So I don't feel lonely any more, Sandra?\"\n\n\"Yes mum,\" came the automatic response.\n\n\"I will count to three,\" Jean had spoke, \"you won't remember what I've said, you'll want to show your mother the same kind of love that you show your brother.\" Her own paws stirred the message in, rhythmic motions replacing her metronome, \"One, you love your mother.\" The sound of running water, white noise in her daughter's mind, \"Two, you can't stand to disappoint her.\" She played with her breasts, so she would come too aroused and needy, \"Three, it's just want families do.\"\n\nAll at once, the teenager had turned, kissed, and fallen to her knees, desperate to make up for all the lost time in showing her parent just how much she cared.\n[i]\nAnd so it had gone, and she'd never had to think about looking for company again.\n\nShe allowed herself to rise and fall on the firm prick beneath her, the furry sides, her paws on Sandra's shoulders as the younger woman moaned into her mouth. They'd become a more tightly bound family in that moment than any other, she fancied, and the pay-off was moments like now. She stretched and rode and muttered her appreciations to both her children, unable to help herself from admiring what she'd made. Till a particularly energetic buck from William unseated her, sending her forward, face travelling through a pair of weighty breasts, till she caught herself again, nose buried in a healthy swell about her daughter's abdomen.\n\nYes, that had been the next line they'd stumbled over. And again, it had been nature daring to tamper with her design.\n[/i]\n\"Mum?\" Sandra's voice was hesitant, and Jean had known at once something was amiss. Her daughter sitting naked on the sofa, as was her habit, but with wide eyes and flattened ears. \"I'm... I'm pregnant.\"\n\nShe'd been worried at first, terrified in fact. But, Jean Strait was a professional, she did not lose her cool, not even in her most private moments. If anything, she blamed herself, all those ideas she'd planted and never once had she even thought to bring up protection. She could get through this though, there was time, and there were solutions.\n\n\"Is it William's?\" She hadn't needed to ask, not when she knew how deeply the love was driven into them both, but she felt she had to cover all her bases, make sure there weren’t any further complications\n\n\"Of course mum!\" Sandra's tone had been offended, shocked at the very notion that she’d seen another man.\n\n\"Then I'm not angry,\" Jean soothed, sitting beside the teenager, arm about her shoulders, \"not at all, accidents happen, and we can take care of it. I'll book you an appointment, and no-one need know.\"\n\nBut her daughter's eyes had welled with tears, her voice, so quiet, and filled with uncertainty, had asked, \"What if... what if I don't want to mum?\"\n\nHer eyes had narrowed at that, her ears twitched, her tone, while still low and measured, carried disapproval as someone questioned her will. \"Why wouldn't you?\"\n\nSandra's paws had rubbed her tummy, and she looked down, shy and quiet. \"It's family, we have to, love family...\"\n\nYet again, that first hasty mistake, came around to bite her. Jean had told her children that they loved their family, and in her daughter's eyes, the bundle of cells already counted.\n\nShe'd sighed, rubbed her temples, and realised it would be a whole lot easier to cope with one or two new children, than having to risk resetting the pair she already had. She had a well paying job, and two devoted youths to help split the work, it wouldn't be that difficult to manage a small litter of grandchildren at her age. It might actually be easier to do it then, while she was still fairly young herself, able to keep up and help her daughter on the path to motherhood. Yes, she could live with this, it would just take a little, extra, planning.\n[i]\nAlready there, she smiled and pecked the warm bulge of a pregnant belly, paws rubbing tenderly over the bundle of life her will had made reality. Sandra giggled and pressed herself into her mother's face, grinding the taut skin against her cheek, and then gasping when a warm wet tongue lapped across it. The architect of it all, smothered the roiling sea of potential with nips and licks, listening to the titters, and the moans.\n\nIn the end, it hadn’t been too much hassle to prepare for a few extra family members, not when everyone was so dedicated to making it possible.\n[/i]\nThat was when Jean had gotten William to take up the mantle of family man, as soon as he had finished school. The economy had been tough then anyway, if she sent them both out into the world they would likely end up living in some squalid flat, with few prospects, a pair of mouths they couldn't feed. No, better they stay home, with her, where she could watch over them.\n\n\"It will just be for a while,\" she had reassured them both, as William held his sister's paw and stared into her eyes, \"just till you both get on your feet. I have the room, and, we're family, we should be together. You can find work, build your resume, make me proud of you both.\"\n\n\"We'd be proud to,\" Sandra had agreed, the suggestion she'd made weeks earlier already sewn in.\n\n\"I'm so glad,\" Jean had smiled, giving them both a tight hug, \"You both make your mother, very happy.\"\n\nAnd so William had stayed, giving up on going into further education, at least until everything was stable at home again. At least that was the plan then, things had had to develop since.\n[i]\n\"You're so sexy mum,\" Sandra moaned, grinding on her brother's face, her paws mirroring the elder raccoon's. She went from face, to breast, to a barely swelling belly, and lower, until their paws met around William's shaft, and Jean's cunny.\n\n\"So are you,\" Jean murmured, leaning in to steal another kiss, the ministrations of her children making the burden easier. She leaned into that caress, halting her riding on the incestuous loins that had made her normally slim body begin to bulge into fecundity, relishing the moment. It had been another slip of judgement, but then, it seemed like such a natural follow on from what was already happening. One or two wouldn't be any more of a burden, so why not just give in to the urge for a while, and enjoy what she'd made?\n[/i]\n\"William, your mother has an important job for you tonight.\" She'd caught him the moment he came home from work, too tired to put up any protest, or raise any questions.\n\n\"Whatever you want mum, I don't want to let you down,\" came the reply, eyes glazing as the tone of her voice sank into his conditioning.\n\n\"You're so sweet,\" she'd smiled, patting his cheek. She took his paw, and led him into the living room, and then pushed him gently onto the sofa. Her tail was waving as she straddled his hips, the scent of her, and his sister, strong in the air. The days were getting longer, and nature had another trick to play on her, the seasonal need to find a partner had come calling again. Other years she'd settled for a cheap date, a packet of condoms, and a few months full of clingy phone calls from men who just didn't get the message. That year, however, she had a far easier outlet for her desires, right there at home.\n\n\"You are such a handsome boy,\" she'd purred, pressing his paws into her hips, \"such a good, helpful, sweet son.\" She was naked, as were all of them in the privacy of their own den, and the softness of his palms rubbed into the fur of her rump, while the heat of his crotch pressed up against her own. She'd had to give him the odd command, the odd nudge, to make sure he remembered all that had come before. They were family, they loved each other, he'd do nothing to disappoint her.\n\nHer fingers had trembled as she undid his belt, pulled away his trousers and work shirt, exposing everything she was interested in at that moment. He had been hard before she even undid the buttons, and that had just made her smile, and reach out to stroke and cup his chin.\n\n\"You can't resist your mother, can you?\" She'd teased, rolling her hips against his, watching his eyes grow more lustful, his breath, heavier.\n\n\"No, mum,\" he could only groan, the tip brushing against her pouting sex, and sending a thrill through the pair of them.\n\n\"Because you're so good,\" she cooed, feeling that hard length, and knowing just what she was going to do with it. \"You will do anything to make your mother proud of you, won't you?\"\n\n\"I'll do anything,\" came his response, so eager to please, his voice thick with his arousal.\n\n\"Because, I am family, and family loves each other.\" That had been the easiest command to trigger, the deepest rooted of them all, and the one that was so helpfully broad, it had allowed for everything that came after. \"Mother needs you, to make love to her, now.\"\n\n\"Oh god, yes.\" He'd been hers then, as he was every day since, and he'd slid inside her without a moment's hesitation, filling her just like he had with his sister. She had moaned, and arched, and ground herself down, feeling that hot, thick, hard, young cock, fill her right, and send a pulse of pleasure up her body. It had been a long time since her last fling, and her body had been so very eager to sate itself. And to make it even better, to truly celebrate the landmark moment, she'd dispensed with the condoms, and let him take her, raw and primal, just like a wild animal.\n\n\"That's it William,\" she'd cooed, \"make your mother proud.\"\n\nThe pace was slow at first, but building as she remembered the steps. It had been a long time since Jean had felt such a powerful, satisfying, sexual experience. Her arms had wrapped about him, and her claws had dug in to his rough grey coat, and her breath had grown erratic and faster as instinct paired nicely with her mental manipulations, leaving her son a slave to her demands on his body. His eyes, his whole attention, had been hers, and she had smiled and stroked and kissed him, her tail wrapping about his thigh.\n\n\"You can go harder,\" she'd murmured, as his thrusts grew more urgent, more intense. She could see it in his eyes, the same kind of worship her daughter had for her, the same devotion, and the same blind, animal, lust. \"I'm not fragile, I won't break.\"\n\nPerhaps she ought not to have challenged him, perhaps she should have expected what happened next. William's hold on her tightened, and he flipped her over, pressing her back into the couch. Her son, her darling, her devoted, obedient slave, had taken her. She had let him take control, wrap her in his arms, and press her down, and all she had been able to do was whimper and gasp, her eyes glazing over with lust, as she was filled, fucked, and finally flooded.\n\n\"I love you mum!\"\n[i]\n\"I love you!\" Whimpering, William bucked up into her once, twice, thrice more, and came. Her walls were inundated with rich virility, just as across from her Sandra ground out her own climax across his chin. And all she could do was give in to the waves of ecstasy, and thank herself for that hasty decision, eleven years ago, that had led to that moment.\n\n\"I love you both too,\" she whispered, leaning on her daughter's shoulder, shuddering through her afterglow. \"You both make me, very proud.\"\n\nWould she change anything, would she do anything differently, if given the chance? She mused, and her eyes roamed to the far end of the room, where two large cots stood, their four little occupants listening to the sound of her voice on repeat.\n\nWell, she could always do better, next time.[/i]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "How did it come to this?

Reclining on her moaning throne, Jean Strate; mother, psychologist, psycho-therapist, and formerly a very proper raccoon, mused.

The young body beneath her, strummed fingers over her naked breasts, head empty and obedient, while the second knelt at her feet, nibbling her fur and massaging her toes.

She'd certainly not meant for this, all those years ago on the long drive back from the dentist. She'd never dream that, so long after her loss of control that day, she'd have her two babies naked, seeing to her every need, with nothing but adoration in their vacant eyes. Casting her mind back, letting those dedicated hands tend her tired flesh, she remembered clearly how it had all started.

A soul draining drive, two bickering eight year olds in the back seat, and all she wanted was a little rest. Her Sandra and William, twins that took after her in almost every way, hated each other. Every turning was another squeal of "Mum! X bit me!" Or "Mum Y pulled my tail!". Her work at the correctional facility had worn her down, and perhaps hardened her up, so at the next service station, she pulled in, bought them each a lolly, and told them to follow the shiny medallion on the end of its golden chain. Two sets of little black eyes watched enthralled, listening to the tick of a metronome, and the melodic tones of their mother.

"You don't hate each other," she corrected them, watching as they sank back into the pleather interior, "you love your family, you love each other, you don't like being hurt, or hurting each other." That was all it was meant to be, just a simple change, a small suggestion to make her life a little easier. "On the count of three, you will wake up, and you won't want to fight anymore. One, because you love each other. Two, because you love your family. Three, because you love me."

Driving back that day, her small coal of guilt was nothing compared to the relief of the most peaceful evening she'd had in months. Her ex-husband had always said she was a control freak, that she just couldn't settle for things not being perfect. Well, that evening was perfect, and she didn't regret it, two little angels holding paws while the tv played, not a single squabble to be heard.

Yes. That's how it had started, that was all it was meant to be. A little reinforcement of family affection, an end to the bickering, just to make her life a little easier.

"I love you mum," came the chorus. Her strapping William running his teeth through the fur of her neck, crooning idiotically as he lavished her with love. Sandra, not so little anymore, kissed her way up her mother's thighs, her eyes glazed over as she nuzzled and rubbed and preened.

Jean sighed, leaning back into the young man behind her, pulling his bandit mask face in for a quick peck on the cheek. She'd never thought of doing this, but it had just, happened. After her moment of weakness, she just couldn't help it.

Bins not emptied like the chore wheel asked? "You like helping your mother around the house, because it makes her happy, and you're happy when she's happy."

Homework not done? "You can't stand to see mum disappointed in you, and you would do anything to keep her proud of you."

Too many muddy clothes from playing in the yard? "You don't like wearing dirty clothes, dirty clothes make you feel dirty too."

Ah, yes, that was the first time she realised there might be a problem.

Coming down from her office, phone in paw, talking to a colleague, when she'd been greeted by the sight of two naked fuzzy bodies, just sitting on the sofa in the middle of the day. Her tail had stood on end, livid as she had to hold back from scolding them right there. Of course, when she ended her call, and demanded to know what was going on, it all became clear. Their messy clothes were in the hamper, ready to wash, and two sweet innocent faces told her they felt much more clean without them.

Well, she didn't approve at first, but with her twins spending their time at home mostly in their furs, she soon found there was a lot less mess that needed to be cleaned up. And they both seemed happy with it too, so what was the harm really? It was only in the safety of their home, and it would be so much more work to carefully unpick the suggestion than to just let them be a little more 'Liberated' around the den.

Sandra's kisses had crept all the way up her legs, reaching their terminus. Lovingly, the plumper procyonid moved to little laps, across her sibling's sac, and where it met her mother's sex. That had Jean muffle a moan of her own, a paw landing between her daughter's ears, rubbing reinforcing encouragement into her scalp.

No, she hadn't really realised her mistakes until other forces started influencing her children. Time crept up on her, and soon her two kits weren't innocent little bundles that would just giggle at naughty pictures, soon that first command came back around to give their mother a nasty shock.

Coming back home from a long day, a spotless house to welcome her, and naively assuming her children would be busy with school work. She'd set her purse and coat on the rack, and headed to the den to relax, just to walk straight into the pair of them. Lips wrapped together, paws cupping the other's features, locked in the most pure expression of innocent affection she'd ever seen. No hesitation, no ambiguity or uncertainty, Sandra and William knew they loved one another, and all their mother could do was watch in horror as she realised what she had done all those years ago.

Sandra gave her mother's cunny a delicate kiss, homing in on the bead of her clit, while below William worked himself in a languid pace, paws cupping and massaging her breasts. They were so devoted, unquestioning, as it was the most natural thing in the world for them.

"That's good, children," she murmured, stroking the back of their heads, "my good kits, my loving family."

That day, when her heart had stopped racing, and her brain stopped boiling, she'd taken them aside, one by one, and tried to understand. Deep in a trance, she'd probed and pried, and come to learn just how deep their love went. After all, she'd put it in them, years ago, it was the pillar on which all her other suggestions had been built. She couldn’t undo it, not without the rest of her conditioning collapsing, and who knew what damage that could do to the pair of them.

But then, after she tried to pry them apart, watched their tearful faces, heard them profess their love so clearly, she realised that it wasn't the end of the world. In fact, it might even keep them out of trouble, make her life, and theirs easier. No fooling around with strangers, no worrying about dating, no drama, just the easy comfort of familiarity.

She could live with that. Her children were happy, she’d sidestepped a potential future mess and, if she was honest, there was something undeniably erotic about it all. The feeling of power, that small moment in her life that had such a profound impact on others.

Sandra climbed higher, mouthing as she went, her fur melding with Jean's as her lustful eyes sought approval. The younger raccoon's plumper breasts pressing hard into her mother's, before their muzzles met in their own kiss. The young female’s fervour and heat were a form of worship, and the older, more refined woman was her goddess.

"That's it baby," the matron cooed, "just like that."

That was when she started her slide down the slope. Seeing them both, often naked, openly displaying their affection for one another, had stirred something within her. She'd always thought of herself as a pragmatic sort, her marriage had been a mistake, but her children were still her responsibility, her job was to provide them with stability. So it made sense to make their relationship, as stable, and healthy, as she could.

A few more suggestions here and there, just to deepen their bond, to smooth over the rough points, and to remind them, it didn't matter what the rest of the world had to say. In her home, it was her rules, and she was perfectly happy with her teenage son and daughter expressing their love for each other. Soon shy kisses and hand holding turned to playful gropes and the occasional grinding. That was fine too, they said a healthy sex life was good for a young couple. That had taken a lot more to instil, it went against a lot of what society pushed on them. But eventually, she found the perfect opening.

"Your sister is very worked up," she'd told him, "she needs help," she layered on, "I'm counting on you, do this for me." That got through to him, as he wavered at the door to Sandra's room, where they could both hear her enjoying herself. Jean had pushed open the door, put a paw on the small of his back, and nudged him towards the fate she wanted. The lanky teen hesitated for a moment, looking at his sister as she moaned on her covers, legs spread and unwittingly inviting, unaware of what was coming. It was a minute of him standing frozen, seeing her stroke the sex that he'd been fantasising about for years, hearing her sweet cries, breathing in her musky scent. Then he’d swallowed, ring tail swinging, and got between her legs, and gave her a whole new kind of kiss.

Jean had watched the first time, seeing the pair of them writhe, and gasp, and moan. It had lit a fire in her chest. Their tails intertwined, their voices growing louder, the older raccoon felt her needs mount, the scent of them in her head, the rush of power she felt, all so intoxicating. Her discipline cracked, and she sat by the bed, finger's playing a tune on her lips, watching the passion unfold, passion of her making.

When the pair had finished, panting, smiling, Jean told them she was proud, reminding them that this was just what families did, and that she wanted them both to keep taking care of each other from then on.

William shifted his grip, and together mother and son tumbled onto the sofa, so now he was above her, and she was on her back. Sandra was left with a brief moment of disappointment, before her mother's fingers, beckoned her closer, and soon their positions were reversed, a triangle forming with the two females atop the willing, blissful male. His hard red length buried eagerly into the hole that had born him, and his tongue into the slit of the one who'd come out with him.

The next step had been easier, all the groundwork already laid. They loved her, families expressed their love physically, they wouldn't do anything to disappoint her. So when she got tired of being just an observer, she cornered her daughter in the shower.

Sandra was thicker than herself, always a bit more plump, and it made her more self-conscious, more eager for approval. If Jean was regretful about anything she did that day, it was playing on her daughter's insecurities, but she certainly didn't regret what happened in that shower.

"You have a lovely body," she'd cooed, watching the teen's ears twitch, her eyes close. "I'm so proud of you, you've grown up to be such a beautiful young lady." She had her paws about her, pulling her in as close as she could to whisper her instructions to someone who was eager for any admiration she could have.

"It's no wonder William loves you, it makes me jealous to see you both together, he won't ever look at me like that." Her voice dropped, her muzzle right up by Sandra's ear, "but I want it, I want the same, can you do that for me? Can you give me the same, that special attention? So I don't feel lonely any more, Sandra?"

"Yes mum," came the automatic response.

"I will count to three," Jean had spoke, "you won't remember what I've said, you'll want to show your mother the same kind of love that you show your brother." Her own paws stirred the message in, rhythmic motions replacing her metronome, "One, you love your mother." The sound of running water, white noise in her daughter's mind, "Two, you can't stand to disappoint her." She played with her breasts, so she would come too aroused and needy, "Three, it's just want families do."

All at once, the teenager had turned, kissed, and fallen to her knees, desperate to make up for all the lost time in showing her parent just how much she cared.

And so it had gone, and she'd never had to think about looking for company again.

She allowed herself to rise and fall on the firm prick beneath her, the furry sides, her paws on Sandra's shoulders as the younger woman moaned into her mouth. They'd become a more tightly bound family in that moment than any other, she fancied, and the pay-off was moments like now. She stretched and rode and muttered her appreciations to both her children, unable to help herself from admiring what she'd made. Till a particularly energetic buck from William unseated her, sending her forward, face travelling through a pair of weighty breasts, till she caught herself again, nose buried in a healthy swell about her daughter's abdomen.

Yes, that had been the next line they'd stumbled over. And again, it had been nature daring to tamper with her design.

"Mum?" Sandra's voice was hesitant, and Jean had known at once something was amiss. Her daughter sitting naked on the sofa, as was her habit, but with wide eyes and flattened ears. "I'm... I'm pregnant."

She'd been worried at first, terrified in fact. But, Jean Strait was a professional, she did not lose her cool, not even in her most private moments. If anything, she blamed herself, all those ideas she'd planted and never once had she even thought to bring up protection. She could get through this though, there was time, and there were solutions.

"Is it William's?" She hadn't needed to ask, not when she knew how deeply the love was driven into them both, but she felt she had to cover all her bases, make sure there weren’t any further complications

"Of course mum!" Sandra's tone had been offended, shocked at the very notion that she’d seen another man.

"Then I'm not angry," Jean soothed, sitting beside the teenager, arm about her shoulders, "not at all, accidents happen, and we can take care of it. I'll book you an appointment, and no-one need know."

But her daughter's eyes had welled with tears, her voice, so quiet, and filled with uncertainty, had asked, "What if... what if I don't want to mum?"

Her eyes had narrowed at that, her ears twitched, her tone, while still low and measured, carried disapproval as someone questioned her will. "Why wouldn't you?"

Sandra's paws had rubbed her tummy, and she looked down, shy and quiet. "It's family, we have to, love family..."

Yet again, that first hasty mistake, came around to bite her. Jean had told her children that they loved their family, and in her daughter's eyes, the bundle of cells already counted.

She'd sighed, rubbed her temples, and realised it would be a whole lot easier to cope with one or two new children, than having to risk resetting the pair she already had. She had a well paying job, and two devoted youths to help split the work, it wouldn't be that difficult to manage a small litter of grandchildren at her age. It might actually be easier to do it then, while she was still fairly young herself, able to keep up and help her daughter on the path to motherhood. Yes, she could live with this, it would just take a little, extra, planning.

Already there, she smiled and pecked the warm bulge of a pregnant belly, paws rubbing tenderly over the bundle of life her will had made reality. Sandra giggled and pressed herself into her mother's face, grinding the taut skin against her cheek, and then gasping when a warm wet tongue lapped across it. The architect of it all, smothered the roiling sea of potential with nips and licks, listening to the titters, and the moans.

In the end, it hadn’t been too much hassle to prepare for a few extra family members, not when everyone was so dedicated to making it possible.

That was when Jean had gotten William to take up the mantle of family man, as soon as he had finished school. The economy had been tough then anyway, if she sent them both out into the world they would likely end up living in some squalid flat, with few prospects, a pair of mouths they couldn't feed. No, better they stay home, with her, where she could watch over them.

"It will just be for a while," she had reassured them both, as William held his sister's paw and stared into her eyes, "just till you both get on your feet. I have the room, and, we're family, we should be together. You can find work, build your resume, make me proud of you both."

"We'd be proud to," Sandra had agreed, the suggestion she'd made weeks earlier already sewn in.

"I'm so glad," Jean had smiled, giving them both a tight hug, "You both make your mother, very happy."

And so William had stayed, giving up on going into further education, at least until everything was stable at home again. At least that was the plan then, things had had to develop since.

"You're so sexy mum," Sandra moaned, grinding on her brother's face, her paws mirroring the elder raccoon's. She went from face, to breast, to a barely swelling belly, and lower, until their paws met around William's shaft, and Jean's cunny.

"So are you," Jean murmured, leaning in to steal another kiss, the ministrations of her children making the burden easier. She leaned into that caress, halting her riding on the incestuous loins that had made her normally slim body begin to bulge into fecundity, relishing the moment. It had been another slip of judgement, but then, it seemed like such a natural follow on from what was already happening. One or two wouldn't be any more of a burden, so why not just give in to the urge for a while, and enjoy what she'd made?

"William, your mother has an important job for you tonight." She'd caught him the moment he came home from work, too tired to put up any protest, or raise any questions.

"Whatever you want mum, I don't want to let you down," came the reply, eyes glazing as the tone of her voice sank into his conditioning.

"You're so sweet," she'd smiled, patting his cheek. She took his paw, and led him into the living room, and then pushed him gently onto the sofa. Her tail was waving as she straddled his hips, the scent of her, and his sister, strong in the air. The days were getting longer, and nature had another trick to play on her, the seasonal need to find a partner had come calling again. Other years she'd settled for a cheap date, a packet of condoms, and a few months full of clingy phone calls from men who just didn't get the message. That year, however, she had a far easier outlet for her desires, right there at home.

"You are such a handsome boy," she'd purred, pressing his paws into her hips, "such a good, helpful, sweet son." She was naked, as were all of them in the privacy of their own den, and the softness of his palms rubbed into the fur of her rump, while the heat of his crotch pressed up against her own. She'd had to give him the odd command, the odd nudge, to make sure he remembered all that had come before. They were family, they loved each other, he'd do nothing to disappoint her.

Her fingers had trembled as she undid his belt, pulled away his trousers and work shirt, exposing everything she was interested in at that moment. He had been hard before she even undid the buttons, and that had just made her smile, and reach out to stroke and cup his chin.

"You can't resist your mother, can you?" She'd teased, rolling her hips against his, watching his eyes grow more lustful, his breath, heavier.

"No, mum," he could only groan, the tip brushing against her pouting sex, and sending a thrill through the pair of them.

"Because you're so good," she cooed, feeling that hard length, and knowing just what she was going to do with it. "You will do anything to make your mother proud of you, won't you?"

"I'll do anything," came his response, so eager to please, his voice thick with his arousal.

"Because, I am family, and family loves each other." That had been the easiest command to trigger, the deepest rooted of them all, and the one that was so helpfully broad, it had allowed for everything that came after. "Mother needs you, to make love to her, now."

"Oh god, yes." He'd been hers then, as he was every day since, and he'd slid inside her without a moment's hesitation, filling her just like he had with his sister. She had moaned, and arched, and ground herself down, feeling that hot, thick, hard, young cock, fill her right, and send a pulse of pleasure up her body. It had been a long time since her last fling, and her body had been so very eager to sate itself. And to make it even better, to truly celebrate the landmark moment, she'd dispensed with the condoms, and let him take her, raw and primal, just like a wild animal.

"That's it William," she'd cooed, "make your mother proud."

The pace was slow at first, but building as she remembered the steps. It had been a long time since Jean had felt such a powerful, satisfying, sexual experience. Her arms had wrapped about him, and her claws had dug in to his rough grey coat, and her breath had grown erratic and faster as instinct paired nicely with her mental manipulations, leaving her son a slave to her demands on his body. His eyes, his whole attention, had been hers, and she had smiled and stroked and kissed him, her tail wrapping about his thigh.

"You can go harder," she'd murmured, as his thrusts grew more urgent, more intense. She could see it in his eyes, the same kind of worship her daughter had for her, the same devotion, and the same blind, animal, lust. "I'm not fragile, I won't break."

Perhaps she ought not to have challenged him, perhaps she should have expected what happened next. William's hold on her tightened, and he flipped her over, pressing her back into the couch. Her son, her darling, her devoted, obedient slave, had taken her. She had let him take control, wrap her in his arms, and press her down, and all she had been able to do was whimper and gasp, her eyes glazing over with lust, as she was filled, fucked, and finally flooded.

"I love you mum!"

"I love you!" Whimpering, William bucked up into her once, twice, thrice more, and came. Her walls were inundated with rich virility, just as across from her Sandra ground out her own climax across his chin. And all she could do was give in to the waves of ecstasy, and thank herself for that hasty decision, eleven years ago, that had led to that moment.

"I love you both too," she whispered, leaning on her daughter's shoulder, shuddering through her afterglow. "You both make me, very proud."

Would she change anything, would she do anything differently, if given the chance? She mused, and her eyes roamed to the far end of the room, where two large cots stood, their four little occupants listening to the sound of her voice on repeat.

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