The scent was familiar.

A slight hint of lavender drifted in before being taken over by the more natural scents of fresh milk and golden honey. John knew it was her before she even stepped into view, but the sight of Brenda’s naked form still caused his cock to throb under him. Her lush breasts, trimmed pubic hair, wide womanly hips, he growled lower, settling the thought in his mind that she would be his, no matter the cost.

The crumpled female beneath him faded into the leaves and the wolf lowered his stance, watching his new target. The lycan’s mother looked him over, not with fear, but with lust. A desire flashed in her eyes, and John knew, she wouldn’t even try to run.

Brenda was perfect. Already a mother, breeding her would be not only easy, but satisfying. The milky scent wafting from her caused John’s cock to flare back to life, always ready to claim another bitch. Unafraid, the MILF took a bold step forward. Her hips swayed and breasts bounced, making saliva drip from the wolf’s jowls at almost the same rate as the precum leaking from his bright red cock. He needed her, and if the look on her face was any indication, she was ready and needed him, too.

For some reason, she turned away from him, and John lifted his head to watch her as she walked back out of the clearing. Unlike Anna, Brenda wasn’t running. Was she leading him somewhere?

His steps were slow and quiet as he padded after her, moving carefully to keep from startling his prey, savoring the sight of her round ass bouncing as she walked. The pair stepped around fallen logs and tree stumps of various size. The low branches and thick walls of trees blocking out every ray of sunlight, but still they moved unhindered. Each step was measured and sure as they came to the foot of a steep hill.

Brenda placed her hand on the oddly straight line of trees, using knots in their smooth bark as support as she made her way up the slope. John followed after her, his claws digging into the soft moss undergrowth as he used it like carpet to climb. The ground leveled to a gentle plateau at the top, the earth covered primarily by moss, with a few mounds of leaves and tufts of grass throughout the square clearing opening around them.

Brenda being a few paces in front of him allowed her the time to reach an old, large log extending into the space from the treeline at the other end. The wolf watched with interest, enjoying the soft movement of her curves, as she settled onto the fallen tree. Her bare back was pressed to the mossy bark and her legs draped over the sides to touch the ground. The sight conjured up the image of her lying in bed to John’s mind and his body moved, as if on its own, to bring himself closer to her.

His cock was aching with need; the short walk did him few favors as the sight of her begging-to-be-bred body dripped with the scent of cream so thick he could almost taste it. The MILF’s hands were roaming her body slowly, eyes closed, glossy lips slightly parted, soft gasping moans sending shivers down the lycan’s spine. John silently paced from one side of the log around to the other, watching his mother as she dipped her slender fingers between her shimmering folds.

The small amount of light that came in made her skin almost glitter as a slight sheen of sweat started to build up, thin, milky liquid beading on her nipples. The wolf stepped closer, unable to resist the temptation as he flicked his long tongue, tasting the fresh milk as the drop rolled down the side of her breast. He knew it, she was so ready for his pups, she was already prepped to feed them.

Again, the image of Brenda fingering herself in her bed came to mind, but John pushed the thought away, his wolf now licking the steady stream of milk from her chest. This explained the creamy scent from her when she got excited, and the light taste of honey on her skin explained the other. Every flick of his tongue made the mound of flesh jiggle and a breathy moan escape her lips.

Her entire body shook as his teeth grazed her nipple, and he knew she was ready. A few paces towards her feet gave him access to her thighs and he started to lick the honey-laced wetness covering them.

“Oooh, gods yes…” Brenda’s voice was barely more than a whispered moan. “Lick me, Baby.”

John growled and obliged, gently nudging her hand away with his cold nose, pressing his muzzle to her inner thigh, enjoying the musky scent that emanated from her. She gasped in pleasure and his long, flat tongue snaked between her folds, finally giving him a taste of a proper breeding woman. The hand he pushed away moved from spreading her cunt to petting his rough fur.

Sweet, melodic moans echoed around them as John growled, licking into her with frustration at how little he could reach. He gently nipped her thighs as he moved to lay on the log, making Brenda spread wider, planting her feet on the rough edges of the bark. With better access, he licked deeper, her hand rubbing his ear and making him hum in satisfaction. Her thighs shook as she gripped his fur, gasping out.

“B-Ben...Ah!” she moaned, gasping out John’s worthless father’s name, and he growled threateningly.

’This bitch WILL be mine!’ The wolf flicked his tongue against her clit, making her cry out again.

“Yes!” Her back arched, thighs and abs shaking, her juices flowing into John’s mouth. “Deeper, Ben…”

John shoved his nose deeper into her cunt, huffing in frustration that she kept saying his dad’s name. ’No, this is wrong. She’s my mom…’ Two voices, different desires, were warring in his mind. ’She’s a fertile bitch that needs to be bred.’ The voice of reason was weaker, as the lust-driven wolf started crawling up his mother’s body, trailing light, teasing licks from her clit to her left breast. Reaching his goal, he sucked the leaking nipple between his fangs, drinking from her roughly with a rumble in his chest.

Brenda’s legs spread wide, moving to wrap around his haunches as his pointed cock searched for her dripping hole. Her scent clouded his mind and he pawed at her free breast, relishing in the music of her moans in the woods. Just as he felt his tip push against her sopping wetness, the teenager wrestled back control from the wolf.

’No!’ The word was shouted in his mind, clearing the fog of lust and milky perfume. John held his breath so the intoxicating scent couldn’t draw him in again as he carefully moved off his mother. With shaking legs, he stood on his own, flexing his fingers as he stared at his blurry mom in her bed. The gamer backed away, stepping quietly from the moss carpet to the grassy woods, his mind slipping back into the background as a growl rumbled through his head.