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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Steamy Evenings with Mom
"Mom..."
Hiss groaned, head rolling back. Sitting on the edge of the bed in his parents' bedroom, the young adult cougar panted heavily, the two tentacles sprouting from between his shoulder blades undulating gently in time with his pants. They didn't seem to know what to do with themselves, flicking this way and that way, as he scanned his eyes around the room, gaze sweeping over family photos and a minimalist, rustic room that simply screamed of Fyr's homemaker charm.
After all, his father would never have thought to design a room so comfortable. He struggled to keep his thoughts from what was happening, not because he didn't want to acknowledge it and enjoy every wonderful second of it, but because he wanted it to last just a little bit longer. It could all be over so soon if he gave himself over to instinct and just...
The cougar yowled, tucking his chin down to his orange-brown chest, just barely touching the scoop of chocolate-cream that trailed down his front to where his thighs joined with his torso. Fyr had always said how his colour was stronger than the slick brown of his father's coat, but there was no denying the relationship between them, not when one was looking at the set of their jaws and the more obvious tentacles sprouting from between their shoulder blades. He laid his ears back and mewled pitifully, pleadingly, as he looked down at his mother, the dragoness with her tongue wrapped oh-so-wonderfully around his uncut cock.
Slurping happily on his shaft, Fyr shot him a smirk, eyes glinting with mischief. He shuddered. She had him exactly where she wanted him and was more than happy to keep him there too. The crimson dragoness purred around his length as she took him deep into her muzzle, twirling her long, flexible tongue around his full length. Stars exploded behind his lowered eyelids and he gasped loudly, squirming in place, though entirely unwilling to move from the pleasure that was very nearly too much for him to bear.
"We shouldn't be doing this..."
He should have known better than to think that such a feeble protest would have done him any good. His utterance trailed off as if he had not quite finished what he'd meant to say, words cumulating in a breathy moan that almost sounded more feminine than masculine. But he was a strong, young cougar through and through and there was no doubting that when his cock was buried deep inside his mother's muzzle, the tip of his shaft tickling the back of her throat. Tail flicking, he clenched his jaw and arched his hips up from the edge of the bed, claws tearing through the sheets.
Damn it, he thought through a daze of pleasure, loathe to leave the world she'd taken him to. They'd have to sort those out later, or else his father would wonder just what his wife had been getting up to when he'd been out of the house. Not that he was one to talk.
"Fuck, mom..."
Hiss gnawed the inside of his cheek, giving up on imagining anything else but exactly what was happening to him. Along well and truly for the ride, the cougar howled and bucked, tail lashing as he thrust up from the bed and leaned heavily back on his palms for leverage. He could have stood, but that would have put him at too great a height for Fyr's hot muzzle and so he ground and thrust erratically between her soft lips until orgasm crept upon him.
Like every other with his mother, he wondered if it would be stronger than the last and he was, yet again, not disappointed. In the instant before he ejaculated, Fyr leapt to her paws and tackled him to the bed with a feral yet playful growl, draconian tail thumping heavily into the bed. He grunted, winded but far from lacking arousal, need coursing through his veins, and the dragoness purred softly as she straddled his hips, taking him deep into her needy pussy, already dripping with her own arousal. Hiss trembled, paws caressing her scales as he lingered on the very edge of ecstasy, the moment full of promise of the pleasure to come. Was there anything that didn't get his mother horny? Even sucking him off had her eager for more, always more.
Not that he minded. Fyr exhaled heavily, jaws clicking together as she rested her paws on his chest, lightly digging into his fur as she rolled her hips sensually.
"Yes," she moaned, twisting her head to the side as she rode him, hind paws planted firmly into the bedspread. "This is how you're cumming tonight, kitten."
He shuddered at the nickname - he'd otherwise not heard it since he'd been a much, much younger feline - but said nothing, claws lightly pricking into her hips. Thrusting up into her tight, soaked cunt, Hiss gave a true cougar yowl, tentacles squeezing Fyr's breasts, and filled her with his cream, body thrumming with indescribable pleasure. His tentacles contracted, flicking over the dragoness' nipples and she whimpered, head lolling back as her tongue hung limply from the corner of her mouth.
Spurt after spurt of thick cum flooded her passage and Fyr cried out softly, arching into the touch of the tentacles around her breasts even though she was not yet near a climax of her own. The cougar hissed through his teeth and gripped her hips almost painfully hard, forgetting himself in the moment as claws pressed into scales. Fyr bore it, however, breath harsh in her muzzle as she rode out his explosive climax with every drop of lust she had left to give.
Exhaustion and drowsiness hit swiftly and Hiss groaned as he slumped back on the bed, eyelids already lowering as his cock softened and slipped from Fyr's pussy. Her sex clung onto him, tight around his girth, as he drew away and his breath caught in his throat, squirming from as sensation attacked his mind, a little too much when sensitivity was heightened. He made no complaint, however, and purred as Fyr lay down beside him, scooting in close to his side with a self-satisfied smirk on her muzzle. Hiss chuckled breathlessly and she tucked her head beneath his chin, nose against his shoulder. He'd never seen a lady so pleased with himself, though Fyr had always been one to go after what she wanted and take no prisoners.
He was lucky that, this time, it was her son that she'd desired.
Downstairs, the front door opened and closed, a dull creak announcing the entrance of another of their household. The duo froze, wrapped up in each other's illicit embrace, hearts hammering - could they spring apart in time? - until a familiar voice drifted up the stairs.
"It's meeeeee! I'm home!"
Hiss relaxed. His sister. Well, Helena wouldn't come disturb them in the master bedroom, that was for sure. She didn't want anything to do with their parents these days, too interested in young males with strapping bodies. There was no way she'd interrupt them.
If it had been Ropes... He took a deep breath, holding it for longer than strictly necessary. If it had been his father, the interruption would have been a very different tale indeed.
His sister gave a muffled curse, a low thump emanating up the stairs. Exchanging a look with Fyr, Hiss rolled his eyes. Did that dragon get any less clumsy?
"Going out again, so just letting you know I'm here!"
The dragoness' voice grew fainter as she moved deeper into the house, maybe the kitchen, and away from the stairs, continuing her monologue as if to let them know exactly where she was at any given time. It was not unwelcome as the dragon and the cougar slowly but surely relaxed in each other's arms, guilty looks exchanged and heart rates blessedly returning to something resembling normal.
"Hello?" Helena shouted again, voice echoing oddly as if she was cupping her paws to her muzzle. "Anyone up there? Mom? Hiss? Someone? I'm gonna be out with friends in town, so I don't want any of you saying that I didn't tell you I was going out or something! I'm telling you now, you hear me? Can you hear me?"
She paused.
"Dad? You here?"
Hiss groaned and pressed his paw to his face, covering his eyes. Shaking her head, Fyr lifted her muzzle from Hiss' chest and sat up, propped up on the palms of her paws.
"Yes, dear!" The older dragon called back, lips pulling up in a smile. "You have fun now! And call us if you're gonna be too late, alright honey?"
