To All Readers:
I wanted to place a warning here that the content of this story may contain sensitive material that may not be suited for people who find certain fetishes offensive or disturbing. This story does include the following fetishes - Incest, Taboo, MDLB, Non Human, Edge Play, Breastfeeding, demasculation, Exhibitionism, and other detailed sexual descriptions. If you do not know what these fetishes are, I recommend looking them up on Google to make sure you are able to read this material.
Please note that all characters in this story are above the age of 18!
This story is staged in a fantasy realm and has borrowed names from Norse mythology. Hope you all enjoy it and I look forward to your feedback! :)
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It was a beautiful morning in the dale, the warm summer sun peeked over the mountains casting its warm light over the land. Birds chirped, doves cooed, and small woodland creatures could be seen darting through the trees beyond the clearing. Inside the clearing however could be seen a little white farm house on the property of a large, delightful orchard, vegetable garden, chicken coop, and stable. The family that lived there looked pretty well self sufficient with a mill, barn, cellar, and even its own well.
On the side of the house there was an area for hanging out the family's bedding. A pretty humming could be heard as the silhouette of a rather voluptuous female could be seen hanging up a linen sheet. A gentle breeze rolled by whipping the sheet and exposing the female creature for what she was. She stood about 5'9 weighing close to 250lbs. She had steel gray fur covering her full werewolf body with steel gray locks of hair that fell to her shoulders. She had large, fennec like ears that fanned out from her locks and a large bushy tail that swung to and fro as she continued her chore. Her eyes were a vivid green and black markings stretched from the bottom of her chin down to the top of her exposed DD breasts that were plump and full of milk showing the fact that she had once in her life produced a litter.
She bent over then to reach in the basket for the last sheet. Upon doing so, her tail swished to show a single drop of blood fall to her feet without her noticing. It had been several years since she had been in heat last. And she thought maybe her mating life was over. It became certain with her mate showing more interest to her daughter. It was an action so small that it probably couldn't be seen from this vantage point. The breeze was what gave it away however; carrying her scent in a ten mile radius for any horny male to make note of.
One of the windows was open in a room of the house. The breeze that carried the scent of this gorgeous werewolf creature was inhaled through the nose of yet another werewolf that was similar in appearance. He was about the same size as his mother, a young teen of about 19 years of age, standing about 5'7 and weighing perhaps 180lbs soaking wet. He was lean and scrawny for his age; tall yet lanky. The "Omega" of the pack, the "Runt" of the litter, or the "Baby" in the family as he is sometimes called. His hair and fur were a reddish brown. But he had his mother's eyes, a vivid green which were closed at this moment as he had not risen yet this morning. His canine like nose picked up the scent on the breeze and twitched as he licked his lips before rolling over in his mound of a bed that seemed to be made of hay covered in bed clothes.
He pulled his quilt over his head to block out the sun's early rays trying to sleep in just a bit longer. But he couldn't help but feel the painful growing bulge growing between his legs. He yipped, tossed and turned in his sleep until he could no longer take the pain in his groin. He tossed the quilt off of him and starred down at his lap. His sleepy eyes went from half awake to big and surprised! It had been a long time that he had woken up due to a boner. But this was perhaps the largest one he had ever woken up to and perhaps the most painful.
His breath caught a little as he watched his thickened, long member pulsate. He could feel his large, thick sack putting off excessive heat down his bottom. He gulped loudly as precum dripped down the head of his bright red tip. He could feel himself blushing as the heat rose to his cheeks. He felt slightly embarrassed waking up to something like this especially since his mother wasn't around. Then he started to feel a sense of dread. He knew it was against his mother's wishes to masturbate without her help. If she were to walk in right now and see him in this state, she would probably think he's already started. He bit his lip as he thought about his predicament. Perhaps he could relieve himself before she came into his room to wake him up then she needn't ever know of his dirty deed.
Coming to this conclusion, he reached up and barely touched his head with the tip of his fingers. He gasped sharply as he pulled back. He was really sensitive there. His red tip pulsed angrily and the pain in his groin became sharp as his balls contracted. He doubled over at this feeling, breathing in deeply. His chest heaved as he looked up once more. He remembered his mother once showed him this. That this was merely a sign that he would cum soon. This gave him more confidence that he could get away with what he was about to do.
He sat up then and breathed deeply through his nose trying to ignore the nagging thoughts that this was something he wasn't suppose to do. His hand reached out and this time wrapped around his thick, pulsating cock just as his mother had always done. A raspy sigh escaped his mouth. Swallowing hard, he focused on his hand as he gave himself his first stroke up his length. Up to the bottom of his head then down and gripped the base on top of his balls. When he went up again more precum dripped out of his tip. The sigh that escaped his mouth soon became a long, low, aching moan. The feeling was exhilarating. All feelings of dread, worry, insecurity, pain, and frustrations just fluttered away in the heat rising from his lap.
His tail began to wag excitedly, the cooling breeze it gave off felt good on his ball sack. Taking his other hand he was able to grasp his entire girth. He could feel it pulsating in both his hands. His legs were spread wide in a lotus position as his toes clenched. Yet his tail wagged as his hands kept stroking up and down, picking up speed. His breathing becoming more and more ragged as his tongue hung out in a pant.
By this time, his mother had finished putting up the wet sheets and taking down the last of the dry sheets, folding it carefully, and putting it on top of the wicker basket neatly. She then picked up the basket and perched it on top of one of her large hips as she began to make her way inside the house. She was careful to be quiet so as not to wake up her son. She left the front wooden door open to bring in the fresh breeze from outside. Then she began to carefully tip toe down the hallway. Although the house was old and had creaky floorboards, she knew where to step and keep her walk silent. She opened the door to her daughter's bedroom and set the fresh linens on her empty mound. She proceeded to carry the wicker basket to her bedroom across the hall and dump the linens on the empty mound she would normally share with her husband. She set the wicker basket in a corner of their room then took up the remaining linens which belonged to her son whose room lay down the hall.
She tip toed down the hall seeing that her son's bedroom door was open ajar. As she approached it, she heard a peculiar noise. Her ears twitched curiously as she looked through the tiny crack in the door and saw something that made her eyes widen in surprise! There her youngest lay sprawled on his mound in the open with his cock fully erected and his hands jerking himself in an amateur fashion. This was obviously against their family code but then she thought perhaps this was a matter that could be dealt with later. She decided instead to not interrupt her son, but rather to stand there and watch; "supervise". She was curious if he could manage to get himself off without her help as she had never allowed him to do so without her supervision during their ritual. This seemed more like a recreational test she was willing to let slide for now under her own amusement.
Back inside the room, the young werewolf struggled near the end of his climax. He had been going at it for at least 10 minutes now. Normally his mother did all the work and he was able to relax back on his bed. Feeling the tension in his body normally took a lot out of him. But now he was dealing with this tension and doing all the work. He didn't quite realize how much work it took to get him to cum without his mommy. Sweat beaded down the side of his face and his arms ached. He started taking turns with each hand so the other could rest. He started to grunt in frustration, realizing perhaps he should have ran to his mother for help at this point. But before he gave up, he decided to try something.
