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As the early morning light filtered through the thing curtains into the bedroom, a mass of covers and blankets stirred from it's slumber and rolled about. There was a small, quiet groan, before The being therein finally sat up.

It was a young cat, who groggily rubbed his eyes and stretched out his back as he slid out of bed. Dressed in loose pyjamas that covered the majority of his body, the young feline pressed his paws down into the plush carpet as he smoothed down the messy collection of hair and fur atop his head. He smoothed it down into something relatively boyish and smart enough, before he shuffled across the room.

The boy was in a half-asleep stupor, but he had enough coherence to get to the bathroom. He waddled into the tiled room and closed the door behind him, tugging the front of his pyjamas down and quickly doing his business as he swayed on his feet. He tiredly blinked his eyes as he tinkled down into the toilet. Slowly, he was waking up, but it was always a relatively long process.

Eventually, he was done. He waggled the end of his dick, before he tugged up his pants and shuffled his way back out of the room. As he stepped into the hallway, he smelt the all-too-familiar scent of bacon wafting through his nostrils. His eyes lit up, and his shuffled sped up considerably. By the time he reached the stairs, most of his energy had surged back into his body, renewed by the thought of a delicious breakfast. He bounded down the stairs and hurtled into the kitchen, sliding across the tiles and hopping up into his seat.

"Good morning." His mother was at the stove, her orange hair bobbing up and down between her ears as she moved from one counter to the next, trying to serve up food onto their plates. His father was sitting opposite him, his eyes staring down into The Daily Times, the only true British newspaper that was sold in Canada.

"Morning Mum! Morning Dad!" Leo, the young cat, was happy to bid them a good morning. The small fellow was 9 years old and belonged to a pair of loving parents who doted on him in their own way. In a matter of moments, a plate was slid in front of him, and after a moment, the same was done to his father. His mother slipped into a seat and they all began to eat.

"Any plans for today, old bean? Journey through the stars? Pirating across the peninsula?" His father asked his son with a heavy british inflection. He was originally from 'The Great Britannia', but he had moved to Canada a long time ago and met his beautiful wife. Whilst their child had ended up...well, not as they planned, they loved him all the same.

"I thought I might play a lot of video games." Leo muttered between chewing his bacon. That was no real surprise: it was a Saturday, and as usual, he was desperate to do what every child loved: nothing. He was already halfway through his breakfast, the greasy combo of bacon, sausages and egg giving him the much-needed energy he'd need to mash the buttons. Leo was a fan of fighting games: Soul Calibur 2 was especially his favourite.

"Golly. That sure does sound fun." The older feline slurred his words and rolled his eyes. He never understood kids these days and their fascination with the television screen. He, himself, had never had such things growing up in the most glorious country in the world, so for his son to be so interested in it was surprising. At least it kept him out of trouble.

"Oh, darling, I'm going down into town today to do some shopping." His mother turned to her husband and spoke to him, and he peered at her over his newspaper. His eyes narrowed.

"Tea?" He quizzed, and watched as she quickly nodded.

"Crumpets?" He added, and she nodded once more. A smile spread across his face: he appeared satisfied.

"Well, that's fine and dandy in my book," He assured her. "The weekend is for relaxation, and my place of work has given me the chance to spend some time with my son."

"I think it'd be good for the two of you to bond." Leo's mother chimed. Her husband nodded and a smile spread across his face as his eyes snapped in the young cat's direction. Leo beamed at him, with grease trickling down his chin. Leo's father cleared his throat and re-adjusted his monocle.

"Thanks for breakfast, Mum!" He grinned up at the pair of them, before he slipped from his seat and bounded out of the room. His parents heard them bounding up the stairs and winced when they heard the rather familiar 'thud' of Leo tripping on the stairs.

"Are you going to be alright with him?" Leo's mother asked her husband, and the older feline just smirked in response.

"I can handle a young scamp, I assure you." He assured her. His wife looked a little more relieved.

As Leo got dressed in a loose T-Shirt and a pair of shorts, he heard the front door open and close. That was an indication that his mother had already gone shopping, but that didn't bother him: she would have let him use the television all day anyway. He hopped out of his room and bounded down the stairs into the living room. He slid across the floor into a suitable position near the television, and reached out to grasp his gamecube controller. With a push of a button, he turned the console on, and reached back to change the channel over to the right one.

"Leo! Your mother is away, and you know what that means!" He heard his father call out from the kitchen. Leo paused and groaned, rolling his eyes as he planted his chin against the carpeted floor.

"But Daaaaad...!" He began to protest, hearing the quiet pads of his father's feet entering the living room. The young cat grumbled: he knew exactly what his dad was after.

"You know the rules: whenever your mother is away on urgent business is when we get to bond," His father insisted. "Turn the TV off. Let's begin."

"Ugh." Leo groaned and wriggled on the floor, casting his sour gaze over Soul Calibur 2's intro menu. "Can't you just do your thing whilst I play?"

There was a momentary paused as his father mulled it over. Leo didn't hear much of a response yet, so he simply pushed the start button and flicked over to arcade mode to do a run.

"Well, I suppose that would be alright." His father mused. He looked down at his son and Leo craned his neck back, catching his expectant gaze. The young cat rolled his eyes and wriggled, reaching a hand down to his waistline. The 9 year old shuffled and squirmed in his seat as the shorts slipped over his young ass, and he shifted and wriggled his legs until they were down to his ankles. His underwear soon joined them, and his bare rump was quickly revealed.

Leo and his father had had this pre-existing relationship for a year or so now, and the two of them clearly enjoyed each other's company in these private moments, even if they only got it once a week. But, on this particular day, Leo just wanted to play video games. His father moved to kneel down behind his son as his hands pressed onto his son's squishy cheeks. His fingers dug into the malleable flesh and groped all over, leaving Leo feeling a little bit flustered.

As the young cat picked his character, Leo's father slowly began to move his head down, parting the small feline's cheeks and exposing the taut pucker housed between them. The young cat clenched his teeth together as he tried to concentrate, knowing he'd have a difficult few battles coming up if his father kept teasing him like this!

Unfortunately, his father wasn't done. Leo let out a small sigh as he suddenly felt the warm, fleshy sensation of a tongue against his entrance: he craned his neck back briefly to spot his father's head buried down in between his cheeks, and his toes curled from the sweet, sickly feeling he felt when his father's wet tongue prodded and smeared against his ring. He could feel his dad trying to push deeper, but Leo's muscles were instinctively squeezing and pressing against his tongue, almost denying entry.

But, Leo's father was there just to make sure it was sufficiently wet: he sat there for a couple of minutes, noisily slurping and sweetly kising his son's behind as Leo started his first battle. He let out a hot, shaky breath as he tried his best to concentrate on his game, his fingers wildly dancing over the buttons as he performed combo after combo. Soul Calibur was the type of game that had short, sweet combos, allowing for some time for the enemy to fight back in between. He had to stay on his toes, metaphorically speaking.

"D-Dad, could you not be so...distracting?" Leo winced and arched his back as he felt his father's hands spreading his ass even wider. His muscles had finally begun to relax as the tongue speared his tight entrance, sliding inc by inch into his ass and coating it in feline spit. The young cat bit down hard on his bottom lip as the AI managed to deal a sufficient amount of damage to him. This was going to be hard.

Luckily, he beat the stage, and it was just in the nick of time. He let out a small sigh when he finally felt his father's tongue begin to slide back, and heard his dad take a long, deep breath of pure bliss when he raised his head back up.

"Juicy and delicious as always, my dear boy." His father mused openly, and Leo wrinkled his nose, trying not to make any comment. To his young ears, it sounded rather gross, or at the very least peculiar, but he tried not to make a big deal out of it. He felt the weight on the floor shift and realise his father had stood up, and Leo could easily guess why. His dad always let a bottle of lubricant in the side drawer on the far end of the room for their lewd relations, and today was certainly no different. Leo's gaze briefly glanced over to the drawer in the corner and watched as his father dipped into it to retrieve the bottle.

The feline didn't say anything at first as his eyes snapped back to the television screen, and his father moved behind him, beginning to undress out of his son's line of sight. He slipped off his usual suit and unbuttoned his shirt, tugging off his trousers and finally removing the stereotypical white briefs to reveal his member. Despite his rather outlandish manners and his patriotism which gave every indication he probably wasn't packing, Leo's father was quite well hung for his age. He was steadily bobbing at half-hardness, 6 inches of twitching flesh eager to be touched and stroked. But, it wasn't going to his own hand doing anything today: he had other ideas in mind.

Now that he was sufficiently undressed, bar from his monocle, the feline moved back down behind his son and settled himself down. He spread his legs completely and sat down on his behind, with his son's body between his legs. Leo caught sight of his father's feet either side of him, but tried to act as if they weren't there. His eyes were firmly fixed on the television: he'd managed to do a couple of stages in the time his father took to undress and prepare himself.

He soon felt the large hands in his small behind again, and he squirmed a little in his seat, his small, flaccid dick sliding against the warm carpet. He heard his father pop the cap on the lubricant bottle.

"I could use some help, my darling boy," His father began, making it clear what his intentions were. "Mind giving me a hand or two?"

Leo grunted in response. He wanted to play video games, not apply lubricant to his dad's cock! He slid his knees forward and spread his ass out a little bit as he cocked his ankles up. He squirmed around for a moment, attempting to pay attention to two parts of his body at once. Fortunately, his father gave him a bit of aid: in a matter of moments he felt the coolness of the lubricant against his feet. He bit his lip and winced a little, his toes curling down against his father's half-hard cock. Slowly, he slid his feet back.

He could practically hear the wet sounds of the sticky fluid sliding over his dad's cock, and he coirled his feet around to try and lube it up as best as possible. The coldness of the lubricant was quickly replaced with the warmth and the heat the emanated from the thick, pulsing cock, and Leo could steadily feel his dad's member getting harder and harder. Leo slid all the way to the base, his heels pressing into the member as he tugged his feet back, curling his toes against the cock and keeping as much purchase on the member as he could, all the way to the head. He smeared the lube around a little bit as he slid his feet back, dragging the foreskin with it.

"T-Thats it." His father's breath has soon turned heavy as he watched his son's feet slide back and forth. For someone who was particularly disinterested in their bonding session, Leo still knew how to make him feel good. It was that natural talent that gave his father hope for his son's future. Though, perhaps being good at 'smearing lube over a dick' wasn't that admirable.

"All done." His father assured him, slowly leaning his hips forward as his cock slid between the feet, moving closer towards his goal. The head of his member slid and squished between his son's cheeks as he smeared lubricant from his taint all the way up his crack. His hands kneaded the flesh again as he prodded and poked, lining himself up. Leo slowly moved his feet back down and curled his toes around the stickyness. He stuck out his tongue and grumbled to himself as he felt the needy head of his father's cock sliding around against his wet pucker.

His father didn't give him any indication that he was entering. Instead, he firmly grasped his son's behind and tugged him down onto his member, sliding the head of his cock into the tight ring and sinking himself deeper and deeper. Leo was used to such a treatment by now, though there was always a little bit of discomfort when it came to having sex with his father. He winced a little and already felt tears bubbling up into his tear ducts, but he ignored them. He had cried a little first time, but thereafter, it was just an instinctual thing. He wriggled in his seat as he tried his best to concentrate. Having his father fuck him whilst he was attempting to play his game was the most distracting thing he could ever think of. Perhaps he should have put the game down after all.

"H-Hnn...that's it, my boy. Squeeze." His father demanded with a shaky exhale as he stuffed himself deeper and deeper, sinking inch by inch into Leo's backside. He felt the young cat spasming and clenching around his dick, massaging every inch of his throbbing member. 7 inches slid back and forth in his son's 9 year old ass, and soon, his heart began to flutter. Like always, the pleasure was exquisite, and he gritted his teeth, letting out a warm groan.

Leo was finding it harder and harder to get comfortable, and it showed in his performance. He was losing battle after battle, until inevitably, he was facing the continue screen. His expression soured and his eyes snapped to the corner of his gaze, as if he was trying to shoot his father a rather sour look. Of course, Leo's dad couldn't even see him: he was too busy sliding his dick back and forth.

The thrusting soon began to speed up. Leo's father planted a hand against the floor as his hips slowly began to fuck and thrust up against his son's ass, his heels digging into the carpet, with one hand firmly holding Leo steady. The air was soon filled with a mixture of video game music and other sound effects, coupled with their hot panting and the wet, squishy sound of the girthy cock sliding back and forth. The mixture of lubricant was soon accompanied by thick, healthy dollops of pre-cum.

"Dad," Leo eventually grunted out, squirming in his seat. "You're distracting me."

"I'm sure you'll get used to it." His father assured him amidst groans and grunts. He slowly shifted into a more suitable position, scooping his legs back and he settled onto his knees. He pushed himself inside the young cat again as he leant over him, leaning down to occasionally nibble his neck. His hands were groping and touching what they could, his free hand dancing over his son's side and along to his chest. Leo could feel the cold, gold chain brushing against his slightly arched back.

His father wasn't done yet, of course. He felt a hand slipping around his chest, and it grasped his clothing, slowly tugging the shirt up enough to expose his chest. His father groaned down into him as a finger slipped around around his body, pausing at the young cat's nipples. He lightly grazed his finger against the left-hand one, and gently pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. The sudden pleasure from the stimulation shot up Leo's body as he tried to play his game. He gulped considerably.

"D-Daddy..." Leo grumbled out in annoyance as he failed on his game for what felt like the hundredth time. By this point, his father wasn't listening: he groaned and panted into his son's ear as his hips slid back and forth in a hard, steady rhythm. His cock slid and in and out, sloppy adding pre-cum to his thrusts. His son's ass so lovingly tight: he could feel each squeeze and clench of his little muscles, and that made their sex all the more worthwhile.

Leo couldn't concentrate, and he knew it. He tried to set up for another battle, but the vigorous, rhythmic thrusting into his ass was screwing up his fingers: he was missing buttons, and he was barely able to remember any of his combos. He eventually gave in and dropped the controller, rolled his head back and beginning to pant harshly along with the thrust. Despite the slightly uncomfortable feeling of being full, the pleasure was incredible.

"Finally given up, have you?" His father sounded amused as he reached down, cupping under his son's chin. His mouth descended and ravaged Leo's neck, making the young cat quiver and squirm underneath him. His muscles instinctively tensed as his little dick flopped back and forth amidst the rigorous pounding.

Leo's father wasn't going to last much longer, and he knew it. He felt the pressure slowly building within his loins, and each small groan was growing more and more intense. He could hear his son panting beneath him, whimpering against his father's body. That was enough for him.

His thrusting eventually slowed as he let out a long, shaky groan of pure and utter ecstasy. His cock throbbed powerfully inside the young cat's hole as thick, gooey spurts of cum erupted from the end of his member, shooting into Leo's insides, deep into his most intimate areas. The older feline shuddered and sighed in pure bliss, feeling the muscles clamp down against the head of his sensitive cock as he emptied his balls, shooting string after string, occasionally joined by a gooey, viscous globule of cum that dribbled from his urethra and into his son's insides.

"There's a good boy." His father panted out, planting a sweet kiss against Leo's neck. The boy was roughly panting, flopping his chest down and he rested on his forearms. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy: though he hasn't really gotten the all-too-familiar tingly feeling in his own loins, it was still rather incredible. He heard and felt the wet sounds of his father sliding from his ass, leaving his hole slightly gaping.

"Oh dear, we've made quite a mess, my son." Leo's father remarked, staring down at his masterpiece he'd created. He spread his son's cheeks and admired the dribbling orifice and the way the cum leaked from his son's behind, down his taint and onto his tiny balls.

"I'll have to clean you up." His father mused, and Leo assumed he'd get up to get a towel. What he didn't expect was the warm, wet feeling of his father's tongue against his backside. He craned his neck around and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw his father's head bowed down to his ass once more. He squirmed and huffed, letting out tiny groans as he felt the tongue lashing and suckling at his pucker. It felt almost as if the cum were being sucked out of him.

His father continued to make sloppy, wet noises for a considerable length of time, and Leo felt flustered and pleasured. He curled his toes every so often with the suckling as his tight ring squeezed and clenched against the tongue. His father's prodding was met with the occasional lewd gasp and the odd eye-flutter, before finally, his father was done. His tongue ran one final time up and along his crack, before it descended down towards his balls.

Leo sighed sensually as he felt his father's tongue sliding across his taint, scooping the cum from his fur with a flick of his tongue. His mouth descended lower as his tongue scraped across the boy's young balls, dragging up and down and he scooped the cum off of them as well. Leo was left feeling mildly tantalised, with a familiar, tingling feeling in his loins that hadn't yet come to fruition. His father soon raised himself up and shuffled across the room on his knees getting closer to the television. His eyes glanced, briefly, to the menu screen, before down at his son.

"I cleaned you, my boy. Now you clean me. Sound fair?" His father jiggled his half-hard cock in his son's face, making it evident that it needed a good, decent mouth to clean it. The entire length glistened with sticky, wet cum and the older feline peeled the head of his member back to display the dollop of cum that was beginning to hand from his urethra. Leo gulped and glanced up at his father, before he did as he was told.

He pressed his mouth forwards, and his first immediate thought was to lick up the cum off the head of the member. He coiled and rolled his tongue along the slightly sensitive head and felt the salty, slightly overpowering taste on his tongue of his father's cum. He'd tasted it many times before, but it never got any easier. He swallowed it down with gusto, before he stretched his mouth open wider. He slipped the head of the member into his mouth and struggling to get it to fit as he pushed deeper and deeper. The head grazed across the roof of his mouth as he went, and his tongue flicked and slathered over every inch he could reach in an effort to clean it of cum entirely.

"There we go. That's it." His father cooed and urged him onwards, with a hand on his head that gently stroked his fur. Leo bobbed deeper and deeper until half the member was in his mouth, and he could feel the head grazing against the back of his throat. His eyes squinted and he felt the tears forming at each corner, but he brushed them away with a hand. His tongue curled as best as it could around the member as he sweetly suckled, his free hand gripping the base of the cock and squeezing every so often.

With no way of cleaning the rest this way, his father pulled his hips back and slid the member from his son's mouth. The difference was evident: whilst the bottom half of his cock was caked in semen and pre-cum, the top half was coated in a clean gleam of spittle. Leo lowered his head down and slathered his tongue across the base of the cock, watching it twitch and pulse before his eyes. His father was already sporting full-hardness from his mouth, and he was clearly aching for another round very soon. Leo closed his eyes and rolled his tongue up the side of the member, before curling around and doing the same to the other side.

Leo was certainly getting better at going down on someone with each passing day, and it was a brilliant sight for his father to see, who was the one getting the full treatment. He gently stroked across Leo's ear, watching with eager intent as the tongue danced up and down his member, slathering any which way it could. Leo was even using his hands to angle the member this way and that, to catch all the difficult nooks and crannies that he couldn't normally teach with a tiny tongue. In a matter of minutes, the shaft was spotless, and his father looked pleased.

"You did good." He grinned, stroking his son's ears, before he slowly leant forwards. He planted a firm kiss on his son's forehead as he shuffled back, making his way back to his son's behind. Leo presumed he was going for a second round and turned back to face the television, but his father clearly had other ideas.

He felt hands grasping his hips, and he let out a yelp was he was suddenly flipped onto his back. His eyes widened in surprise as his naked father grinned down at him, before the feline's large hands went to his T-Shirt. In an swift, almost effortless tug, the shirt was yanked above Leo's head and tossed aside.

"What're y--" Leo began, but he abruptly stopped when his dad's hands went under his hips, hoisting his legs up high into the air. All of the feline's weight was pushed down onto his shoulders and his eyes widened further, rather surprised by the sudden change in position. His legs were spread-eagled, held firmly in his father's grip as he stared down at his surprised son with a wide grin spread across his face.

"I thought it time for a change, son." He explained vaguely. He got up onto his feet and squatted down into a suitable position as his cock slid up between the kid's buns. Leo's ass was completely exposed in his compromising position, his dick flopping about lazily, unsure where to settle. His fingers dug into the carpet and he gritted his teeth as his watched his father's well-endowed cock slid up and down his ass, grinding against his hole, making it clear he was going to receive another load.

"Brace yourself!" His father announced rather loudly as he pulled his hips back, and Leo winced as the head angled down, pushing firmly against his little entrance. Their previous 'love-making' session had already left him sufficiently loose enough: with a noticeable 'popping' sound, the head of the member slipped into the fine behind, and his father let out a groan of pleasure. He could already feel Leo squeezing down on him like a vice.

The father kept himself easily propped up by using his son's legs as leverage, and he lowered his squatting form, digging his cock deeper and deeper into his son's backside for a second time. Leo huffed and let out a small whimper in protest as the cock sunk deeper, but his body told a whole different story. His muscles squeezed with a vice-like grip and his toes curled from the pleasure. The colour rose to Leo's cheeks quite quickly from the insertion, and his heart began to pound in his chest.

"You like that, don't you, my boy?" His father asked with a wide grin, watching his son's pleasure face. He reached down with a hand and grasped his son's tiny, inch-long dick in his hand, or rather, his thumb and fore-finger. He squeezed the tiny length gently and slid his fingers back and forth, gently stroking the tiny cock before Leo's very eyes. The young cat squirmed beneath his father, caught between the two pleasures: the tingling feeling on his dick, and the stuffed feeling in his behind.

"Y-Yeah." Leo panted out, closing his eyes as a feeling of utter pleasure overwhelmed him. The light tugging to his dick made his toes curl and his body squirm to-and-fro, his tail flicking left and right. His father's hand trailed down his body as he leant over him, his cock still firmly embedded in his son's behind as he slowly stroked his thumb down along his son's nipple again.

Leo gently squirmed and scrunched his eyes up, huffing and panting quietly to himself as he felt all manner of loving, delicious emotions coursing through his body, leaving him feeling peculiar all over. His little cock began to stiffen up in his father's jerking grip, bobbing into life and forming a steady, 3 inch stiffness that twitched and throbbed against his father's hand.

"Daddy..." Leo whined out, and his father was quick to lower his head down to him. The older feline curled his body around with a surprising amount of flexibility, and his mouth hovered inches from Leo's hand. He moved his hand away from the nipples, using it as leverage off the ground as he pushed his lips down onto his son's own. Leo flashed his eyes open in surprise, before he melted under the kiss. It gave him a warm feeling in his gut, and he found his ankles coiling around his father's waist.

His dad pressed the kiss deeper and deeper as his hips began to thrust. His tail flicked left and right in the air as he raised his hips up, slamming them down into his son's behind with a certain degree of gentleness, careful not to put too much strain onto his son's shoulders. He pushed his tongue against his son's mouth and soon enough, Leo parted his lips to grant him entry. The larger tongue forced it's way into the smaller mouth, and Leo squirmed his own tongue around his father's own, as if they were wrestling.

The exchange of saliva and wrestling of tongues made him feel peculiar: a strange quivering in his stomach made the pleasure all the more exquisite. Coupled with the steady, gentle thrusting into his backside and the slow tugging on his member, it wasn't a surprise for him to begin to feel a pressure rapidly building up in his body that he couldn't control. His hands reached up and desperately clenched against his father's fur, curling into and gripping at his skin. He found himself pulling his entire body up by his ankles, groaning between his father's lips. It was all too much.

Then it hit him. A whimper escaped his throat between their kiss, and he fought to pull it deeper as his body wracked with exquisite pleasure. His entire body seized up and his muscles clamped down, spasming infrequently. His cock twitched and orgasms, throbbing and pulsing powerfully with steady convulsions in his father's fast, jerking grip. He breathed hard through his nose, and that was enough indication to his father that he had climax. The jerking slowed, but the thrusting merely sped up, the pleasure of the squeezing orifice too much to pass up.

Soon, his father's hips began to piston up and down like a machine, even thrust met with a hot, wet slap of his balls into his son's behind. His cock slid in and out of the tight, squeezing hole with gusto, and the young cat found himself mewling and moaning in utter delight. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a hot, shaky breath of pleasure with each thrust down into his rump.

"H...Here it comes...get ready!" His father warned as he scrunched up his eyes, growling through his teeth. His tail stood up on end as he rammed his hips up and down, before soon enough, his orgasm hit him. A thick, guttural groan escaped his mouth and thick, gooey globs of cum dripped from the end of his cock, travelling deep into his son's tight ass as he plunged in as far as he could go. He huffed and panted in pure, exquisite pleasure, before he finally slid his hips back, grunting and panting in pleasure. He hovered, half-embedded, as he looked down at his son's flushed face.

"Hah...you certainly know how to squeeze, my boy." His father complimented him, and Leo couldn't help but smile in response. His father hovered there for a few more moments, before his member slid out of the rump, and the father rolled off onto his back. Leo's legs fell with ease down to the floor, his heels bouncing off the carpet. His little cock was dangling back in it's normal position, and he peered over at his father, looking down at his cum-coated cock. He'd have to be cleaned up again, surely, but his father didn't say a word about it.

"I must say," Leo's father began, rolling towards the cub and putting an arm around him on the floor. "I do so enjoy these sessions you and I have together. Don't you?"

"Yeah. Of course, Dad." Leo grinned shyly, not sure what else to say to that. His father leant his head down and planted a kiss on his forehead, before his mouth travelled lower. He kissed along the boy's cheek, and then down to his neck. Leo craned his head to expose the flesh to his father, letting out a shaky exhale as his dad's lips travelled to his collarbone, before they stopped at his nipples. He wasn't quite sure what his father was going to do at first, but then a squeak of surprise escaped his lips when he felt his father's teeth nibbling his nipple, his tongue lashing across the nub and shooting spikes of pleasure down his body.

"T...That feels funny." Leo complained, wriggling in his seat. The feeling made his crotch tingle a little more and he reached out to put a hand on his father's head, his breathing heavy as his father assaulted his nipple. It felt oddly nice, despite the occasional, uncomfortable stinging of the teeth digging a bit too hard into his nipple every so often.

"Mmmh..." His father groaned and looked up at him, planting another kiss on his neck. "As much as I would thoroughly enjoy a third round...your mother will be home soon, and she mustn't know. Make sure to get dressed: I'll do clean myself up."

"Can't I join you? I need to...you know." Leo wriggled against the carpet, knowing he'd have to clean himself out as well, or else it'd leak in his underwear. His father quirked an eyebrow and slowly nodded, cocking a finger and gesturing to him as he got to his feet. He scooped up his clothes, along with his son's own clothes, and bounded up the stairs. Leo had a take a couple of moments to recuperate, before he soon followed.

By the time he reached the top of the stairs, the shower was already on, and he could see the steam emanating from the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, so he allowed himself to step inside. The steam fogged his vision a little, but that didn't bother him. He peered into the shower stall and grinned at his father, who was washing the cum off of his cock, stroking the half-hard member. Leo stepped in with him.

"Let me help you." His father insisted, and Leo nodded, knowing better than to argue. He stood there obediently as his father lathered soap onto his hands, before he began to rub it over his son's shoulders. He first started with the neck, coiling and curling around the muscle before he descended to the chest. His thumbs rubbed over his son's nipples, making Leo quiver and fidget on the spot, before he lathered the soap further down. He slid them across the boy's hips and all along his stomach, before he reached for the sponge. He would going to need it for the next part.

"Relax." He told his son, and Leo nodded firmly, taking in a deep breath as they stood under the hot water. He relaxed his finger, and his father slid a finger under his son's balls, sliding across his taint up to the tight entrance. He pressed his finger deep into his son's tight ass, and Leo winced a bit, wriggling on the spot as the finger dug deeper and deeper. Then, just as quickly as it had entered, it slipped it. His father wiped his finger with the sponge and then went at it again. Little by little, his father cleaned the cum out of him as he nosed and nuzzled against his son's neck. Leo found it a little uncomfortable, but there was a mixture of pleasure within in that made it all the more worthwhile.

"There we go. All done." He reached with the sponge and make sure to slide it over his son's rump, before he began to watch the shampoo off of him. He reached down to apply some more to his son's legs and made careful sure to get all the cum off of his son's feet, knowing it could stick quite badly. Leo moved and shifted himself each time until he found himself more or less spotless.

"There we go. One last spot, my boy." His father insisted, and Leo held his breath, wondering what on earth he meant. His father reached for a small plastic seat that his son often used in the shower, and he set it down, taking a seat on it himself. He grabbed Leo by the hips and shuffling the feline closer. Leo looked confused, but he was quick to do as he was told. He stared down at his father's face, realising his father was lacking the monocle he so often wore. Slowly, his father lowered his head down towards his son's crotch.

"D-Dad...?" Leo began in confusion, but he soon found out. A weak gasp of pleasure escaped his mouth as his father sucked his son's little cock into his mouth. The tiny, flaccid member settled on his father's tongue and he immediately felt his hands going to his father's head, a look of surprise plastered all over his face. He was about to say something, but a look of pleasure spread across his face as he felt the sweet suckling of his father's tongue and mouth over his member.

The pleasure was utterly unfathomable. His felt his hips stirring into life, and he began to thrust into his father's mouth based upon pure instinct. His hands stroked along his dad's head as his little cock slid back and forth, steadily beginning to stiffen against his father's tongue. The foreskin remained steady against the head of the member, but the pleasure was all the young boy needed.

Unfortunately, his father was about to let him cum. He pulled his head back, much to the whining protests of his son, and got to his feet. His own cock had swelled considerably from the little session, and Leo's father shot the grey-furred cat an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, my dear boy." His father stroked his son's head as Leo openly complained at him in a series of grunts, looking down at his stiff, 3-inch cock. He was desperate to do something, and soon: the tingly feeling would fade otherwise! His father turned to begin to wash his shoulders, and for whatever reason, Leo got an idea.

The young feline leant forwards and grasped onto his Dad's ass, causing his father to jump in surprise. The older feline craned his neck around and watched with mild curiosity as Leo peeled his cheeks apart, staring at the crevice within. A smile played upon the father's lips, and he slowly began to bend over to give his son better ease of access.

Leo watched with wide eyes as his father bent over, parting his grey-furred cheeks and exposing his tight ring to his very own, 9 year old son. Leo leant forwards and stared at the pink pucker, frowning. Is that what his looked like? But, he had his father's blood in him, and that gave him an alarming amount of courage. Much like his father did the first time, he pressed his mouth in without warning.

His lips smacked against the pucker and he heard his father groan in surprise. Leo stuck out his tongue, slathering it across the pucker and feeling it squeeze and clench against his appendage, before it began to loosen. His father could hear the wet squelching of the tongue worming around the entrance amidst the water, and that very sound was already making his dick swell. He took a hand to his cock and furiously began to rub himself.

Leo was, more or less, doing the same: he wrapped two fingers around his member and was furiously jerking his stiff 3-incher as his tongue explored all it could, barely making it past his father's inner sphincter. Nevertheless, his tongue swirled and explored where it could reach, which was more than enough for the older feline to get off to. He didn't think that his son would rim him, but the surprise certainly made it all the more thrilling. Still, he had other ideas he would like to explore instead.

"Ooh, son...you should sit down on the seat. Trust me." He assured his son, who slipped his mouth back and wiped his lips, panting softly under his breath. He wasn't sure what his father meant, but he surely must have a good reason. The feline moved and sat down on the small little seat, spreading his legs a little, with his small cock twitching frantically in the air. He resisted the urge to touch it, thinking that his father might go again.

Instead, his father did something altogether different that left Leo stunned. He watched as his father turned away from him, his ass facing the young feline, before he slowly began to squat down. Leo watched with wide eyes as the ass moved closer and closer to his crotch, before his dick began to slide between his father's ass cheeks. He groaned gently under his breath, and his dad chuckled in response.

"Angle your stiffy up, son," His father chimed. "Make sure to hold it steady."

Slowly, the feline did as he was told, and watched as his father raised his ass up again. His dad's tail coiled around the cub's neck as the ass lowered, the pucker meeting with the end of Leo's little member. After a moment of adjustment, Leo watched with an intense gaze as the head of his cock was swallowed up by the inviting pucker.

"D-Daddy...!" Leo was in shock, but damn, it felt incredible! He clasped his hands around his father's hips as the ass sunk lower and lower on his throbbing little cock, and he pushed his hips up against his father's ass and curled his toes, mewling in pleasure. He heard his father groan gently and Leo could feel the muscles clenching around his member, squeezing and milking him for all it was worth.

Leo knew that he wasn't going to last. This was his first time entering his father's ass, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. He leant forwards and shuddered as he pumped his cock back and forth a little bit as he suddenly felt his orgasm hit him. He groaned out in ecstasy, practically squirming in his seat as his little cock pulsed and throbbed, dry-cumming into his father's asshole. He leant forwards and stroked the grey fur on his dad's hips as his father furiously wanked himself, tugging and groping his large member. Leo peered around to have a look and realised his father had orgasmed too: he could see the cum dripping down onto his dad's fingers.

The two had very little time to relax and enjoy one-another before they heard the front door opening.

"I'm home!" They heard Leo's mother call, and the two exchanged a worried glance. His father quickly got to his feet, sliding off his son's dick as he wished his hands under the water. He grabbed a towel and put it around himself as he walked out of the bathroom, swiftly crossing the hall to the bedroom. He returned to the bathroom moments later to retrieve his monocle whilst patting himself down, pulling on a shirt. He hoped it would suffice.

"U-Up here, darling! I was just helping Leo wash his back-- he's in the shower." The father called down, and Leo peeked out from the shower stall with a worried expression.

"That's okay! I've got the shopping." Their mother called in response, and the two male felines exchanged a small sigh of relief. They were safe, for now.

"Until next time, my dear boy." His father leant forwards and planted a firm kiss on his son's forehead, before he left the bathroom, leaving the young feline to clean up. Leo relaxed a little and leant back against the shower wall. That was eventful.

He returned downstairs moments later to continue his computer game. Like always, the two would pretend that nothing ever happened. And it would remain that way for as long as they lived.