This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Cuckolded by Her Mother
Chapter 5
Sasha moaned, breasts pressed to the dining table, which had been pushed up against the wall of the kitchen, as Ropes drove into her with the lust of a feline who hadn't had sex in many, many weeks. However, the dragoness and demon cougar had only had sex a little bit earlier that day and their lust was purely for one another. With the passion of lovers in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, blue scales met tawny brown fur as their groans echoed around the kitchen.
The dragoness at the stove, on the other hand, found herself struggling more than a little to concentrate while her husband fucked her mother in the most obvious, attention drawing place possible. Clamping her jaws together, she fought down the urge to push a paw between her thighs and relieve the growing need there. They'd probably planned it for a time when they knew she'd be too busy to masturbate while watching them fuck, the Sunday dinner that she had so carefully slaved over for hour on hour demanding attention that she simply no longer wanted to give.
Fyr inhaled slowly and deeply, striving to calm herself as Sasha clawed at the table and goaded her daughter's husband on. The pots on the stove steamed and bubbled, dinner very nearly ready to serve, and Fyr wondered if they would vacate the table in time for her to serve up. If she had to work out how to keep the food warm and palatable while they finished up their rather more heated liaison, that would be her problem to deal with and she would do it darn well too!
Her mother moaned loudly, flapping her wings hard enough to ruffle the cloth napkins that Fyr had laid out neatly on the table.
"That's it," she hissed. "Good and deep. I love how you fuck me, Ropes!"
Her daughter flinched, but otherwise gave no indication that she had heard that little utterance. Terms of endearment had crept more and more into their everyday conversation and, although Fyr had made no comment, the growing bond between the two of them could not be denied. Why, she'd even say that Ropes knew the ins and outs of Sasha's body even better than he knew Fyr after all the time they'd spent together.
She knew well enough by then when her mother was about to orgasm and she gave all the usual signs in classic fashion. Her toes flexed and curled, her naked scales shimmering with all the lotions she'd been applying, and Fyr took a moment to enjoy the form of her mother, the tight curves and undulating lines of her body. She hoped she looked so good, but, as was any female, she was too critical of her own body. Yet Sasha was still in fine form and the maintenance of muscle beneath a soft, pleasant layer of feminine fat made her alluring to both females and males.
The dragoness gasped and shook, tremors running through her muscles as she reached climax, jaws parted and eyes rolling back into her head. Fyr paused in stirring a pot of gravy, eyes on the slap of Ropes' hips as he pounded her to a climax that surely had her head spinning. Pressing her thighs together, Fyr moaned and touched her fingers to her lips, tail curling around her calf. If only it was her writhing in the throes of ecstasy. Or watching and edging herself at the same time. She licked her lips. Yes, that would be just as good, if not even better.
Far from collapsing over the table as Ropes slammed in, fucking her through climax, Sasha panted harshly and pushed backwards, standing to press her back up against his chest. The cougar held her tightly, paws groping and massaging her breasts so intimately that Fyr felt that she was intruding on such a lustful, private moment simply by watching, even if they had started fucking right there in front of her.
Grinding deep into the dragoness, cougar growled and slipped his ears back, slamming into her with the lust of a cougar possessed. A demon of lust, he could go again and again - something that Fyr's mother had taken full advantage of during her time staying with her daughter and Ropes. He snarled deep in his throat, dark lips pulling back from his teeth, and the table shook beneath them, knocking into the wall with every thrust.
But he evidently had something different planned for the dragoness and his own orgasm as he pulled out with a lewd splatter of feminine arousal on the tiled floor. He spun Sasha around and grabbed her arms, planting a deep, lustful kiss on her lips as her tongue darted into his mouth to claim and dominate his tongue. Even through her breathlessness and spinning head, the dragon gave as good as she got until he gently encouraged her down to her knees, increasing the weight of his paw on her shoulders until she slowly eased down.
Looking up at him, Sasha rested a paw on the cougar's inner thigh, fingertips just barely brushing his balls. The cougar shivered, giving his slick cock a few pumps in his paw, holding it up to her lips.
"Open wide," he purred, tail flicking. "I wouldn't want to let a drop go to waste."
She must have chosen to ignore the dominating tone of his voice, for Sasha parted her lips with surprising willingness, allowing Ropes to ease the length of his cock all the way into her long muzzle. Groaning, he tipped his head back, fingers playing across her muzzle and head as he thrust languidly, letting her wrap her tongue around his shaft as she bobbed her muzzle in time with his thrusts. Although she didn't spend all that much time on her knees - there was another dragoness in the household to take care of that particular need for Ropes - there was no denying the skill of the older dragoness in giving great head.
It didn't take long for the dragoness to get the prize she craved, the cougar shooting his load into the back of her throat. Before she had time to gag, the dragoness gulped down every drop, looking up at him lustfully the whole time. Ropes panted roughly, breath raking through his throat and rocked his hips slowly, drawing out his own orgasm as he spent himself down the throat of a dragoness who was not his wife.
Neither of them spared a glance for Fyr.
Only when they were good and done did Sasha sit back on her heels with a self-satisfied sigh. The last spurts of Ropes' cum splattered across her lips and she murred contentedly, allowing him to spend his seed where he pleased. Fyr gulped. If that had been her on her knees, he would have had his paw on the back of her head, holding her in place and turning her muzzle exactly as he pleased to cover her muzzle completely in his cum or shoot every drop down her waiting throat. With Sasha, he was a side more respectful, if not particularly gentler.
Sasha held Ropes' paw as he exhaled softly.
"Are you finished with our dinner yet?" Sasha murmured, licking Ropes' cum off her muzzle. "I'm afraid I've already started my first course without you, darling."
Fyr gulped and shook her head, paw quivering on the handle of the saucepan as she checked the steaming vegetables.
"Uh..." She shook herself, resisting the urge to fall prey to distraction. "Yeah, in a minute. I mean, it'll be ready in a minute."
"Excellent."
Sasha rose fluidly to her feet and kissed Ropes deeply, tongue invading his muzzle. Although he folded his ears back, presumably at the taste of himself on her lips, the cougar submitted to the kiss as much as he could, tail flicking happily.
"We'll be right back after we've cleaned up a little then. I'm sure dinner will be ready and laid out for us then, just as we like it."
Her mother winked and eyed the table, one eyebrow raised as the cougar gentlemanly offered her his arm. Fyr swallowed minutely, though kept her mouth firmly shut.
"Do re-set the table, dear, it's not very neat now, is it?"
Giggling, Sasha looped her arm through Ropes' and led him from the room. Fyr sighed and looked down at the table, cutlery and napkins scattered as if she had just dumped them on the table to begin with and not even tried to arrange them nicely. The fourth chair for the small table was crushed against the wall and she heaved to draw the heavy, wooden table out from the wall again. It wasn't supposed to be there, but something about Ropes and Sasha's romantic interludes just seemed to have her constantly putting furniture back where it belonged.
When her mother and Ropes returned a short while after, three steaming plates had been laid out on the table, complete with a freshly laundered - that very day - table cloth. Fyr smoothed down the length of a single crease in the table cloth, smiling anxiously as she twitched the tip of her tail back and forth. Sasha clasped her paws to her chest, admiring the spread, while Ropes tipped in unconsciously towards the food, licking his lips at the mere thought of sinking his teeth into the tender cuts of meat.
Fyr gave her best hostess' smile and pulled out a chair for her mother.
"Dinner is served!"
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