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"You gonna play nice with Mayor Aura's little faggy secretary while we're out?"

Farrah smiled. It was not a coy expression, just the patient countenance of a mom who regularly dealt with an emotional fifteen-year-old son. The parallels she drew between her cub and Kahnso were staggering, and she let them be known on sweaty, knotted nights with the singer when he wanted to fuss and bitch.

"I think he's actually her Chief of Staff," the black bear corrected. She patted Kahnso's shoulder and went back to trimming, pruning his split ends with small, sharp scissors. "You really doll yourself up for this lady - s'kinda weird..."

Kahnso frowned at her in the mirror. "Aura and I are just friends. I like to look good, cameras're gonna be everywhere. They always are when I'm around."

"Sure, sure," Farrah chuckled. "'Sides, you already have me around to fuck silly, right?"

"Exactly," Kahnso agreed in an unironic tone of voice. "Leorajh wants to meet you, either way. He really likes what you do with my hair."

The bear dragged a steel comb through Kahnso's locks. Black, orphaned strands fluttered down to the floor. "Boy, traveling with a rock singer and licking his butthole on a nightly basis, and sleeping with his friends' associates? Mom was so wrong about my career choices."

Kahnso smiled, full of sleaze. "I mean, you can stop licking my ass if you want. We can just snuggle."

She laughed and popped him on top of the head with her comb, making him wince. "As if, that's my favorite part of you. You'd better go shower up now. I doubt your friend wants you shedding all over dinner."

"Gee whiz, sure thing mom," Kahnso chirped as he climbed out out of the chair with some difficulty. Farrah pretended not to notice when he bent and rubbed his knees. Clothes and towel in hand, he went into the bathroom and gulped some Advil with a fistful of water from the tap. He called a moment later, over the splash of shower water, "You want to help with the hard-to-reach spots, sugar?"

Farrah always wanted to help with the hard-to-reach spots. Like the sweat and loose hair under the steaming water, Farrah's remembrance of his wincing over bad joints washed away as he plowed her against the shower wall.

Much later that evening when Kahnso and Aura were off in the back of a limousine with tinted windows and a tight-lipped driver, Farrah made her way to Leorajh's apartment. She found herself liking Australia quite a bit, or at least the city Mayor Aura presided over. She thought it was unfortunate that Kahnso's girlfriend was too skittish to fly and visit the country herself.

The black bear's thoughts swiftly left Kahnso's girlfriend when she finally made it up to feline's home. She had never seen him before, knowing only that he was a big cat and a big faggot, the latter a bit of frankness nobody would outright confirm save for Kahnso, but which was never denied. When she saw Leorajh with her own two eyes, dressed for comfort in a bathrobe made to look like a Japanese kimono, wearing his hair long and straight with his hips making an alarmingly feminine shape in his clothing, she understood that he was most definitely a sissy. His obviously interested eyes, however, marked him as anything but a homosexual.

"You must be Mrs. Kushner," Leorajh said amicably, smiling a smile framed by saber teeth. He stepped away from the door and gestured, coaxing the bear in. He watched her hips and wide bottom as she entered. "Sorry for the bath robe," he chuckled, closing the door. "Comfortable clothes are hard to come by."

Farrah took a fleeting look around Leorajh's apartment. It was not a penthouse, but the cat still plainly lived in the lap of luxury. Hardwood floors underfoot; high ceilings overhead; a large television on the wall and a black sofa with a curve made for intimate cuddling sat before it. The illusion of fire crackled in a false fireplace nearby. Farrah was impressed.

She turned to look at the cat, following him with her head as he stepped around her, brushing against her within a hair's breadth. Liking what she could see and knowing exactly why she was really there, she tutted, "I just walk around my house nude, when my son is away. That's the most comfortable way to be."

Leorajh smiled, resting a paw on the sash of his robe. Tiger lilies bloomed all over it, adding garish color to moody blue fabric. "I like how you think, Mrs. Kushner," he purred, pulling the sash. The robe eased apart and he was about to shrug it off when the mother bear took him by the shoulders and pulled it down for him. Blinking, smiling, he tittered, "Well, goodness. I suppose you have to be proactive working with somebody like Kahnso, hm, Mrs. Kushner?"

Farrah bumped the thick, black pad of her nose into Leorajh's and smooched his lips. "Just call me Farrah - Mrs. Kushner is my mother-in-law." When Leorajh smooched her back, she cooed, "Or you can call me mom. If you really wanna, that is."

The cat slipped his arms around Farrah, hugging her loosely. Her large bust kept him somewhat at bay, preventing his wide hips from resting easily on hers. He thought that was a shame; her hips were even wider than his, and that was a surprisingly rare thing for him to encounter. "Mom, hm? I think I'd only indulge in that kind of role-playing if you were wet-nursing me." He winked and grinned. "Hint-hint."

"I've been dry for fourteen years, cutie," Farrah said with a chuckle. "You can still suck on 'em if you wanna, though... I'd let a sweet boy like you do just about anything."

If the mama bear was out of milk, that was a shame - but Leorajh was happy because he'd heard his favorite word when it came to sex. "Anything, hm?" He dragged his manicured claws down her back, pricking her lightly through the t-shirt she wore. His paws closed around her plush ass cheeks and squeezed until they dimpled. "My, but that's a dangerous word to use around me."

Farrah chuckled knowingly. She licked Leorajh's cheek with her big, broad bear tongue then nuzzled the wet spot. "Yeah, Kahnso warned me about that. Lucky for you he likes a fat ass on his face. Imagine if the tabloids knew."

The lion was modest. "I like to think my ample attributes could make anybody enjoy being sat on. What about you, however?"

A playful growl welled up in Farrah's throat. She nipped Leorajh's neck, finding it too open and feminine to ignore. The cat's gasp was a pleasure all its own. "Would I enjoy your big butt on my snout? Probably... usually I'm the one doin' the sitting. Could be fun to switch it up some."

The bear let Leorajh go and he shed his bathrobe into a heap on the floor, kicking it aside. Paws on her broad shoulders and a small, but very eager erection poking from his hips, he smiled toothily and purred, "What a fun woman you seem to be. No wonder Kahnso takes you along when his lovely lady won't accompany him. Does she know?"

"She's watched," Farrah said, proudly. "Sweet girl. Real pretty, nice hair. I showed her a thing or two about keeping her man happy. Sure worked on my old man."

Leorajh knew about her husband. He knew quite a lot, in fact, including that she ran a salon and had two kids. It wasn't creepy obsession that gave him so much knowledge over her but just retention of things he'd heard here and there spending time among Kahnso and Aura when they weren't conjoined at the hip. So when she mentioned her husband even in such jovial context, he nodded respectfully - and then kissed her cheek. "I'm sure a pretty mother like you knows exactly how to make a man happy, be it sexually... or with a nice dinner."

Farrah grinned, but there was a blush to it. She nipped Leorajh's lips and started nudging him toward his sofa. "You're saying I better cook you dinner, is that it?"

"I wouldn't say no if you felt obligated to after a thorough ravishing, no," Leorajh replied with a wide, smug grin. The bear returned it as she shoved him back, making his naked body hit the cushions.

"You're gonna have plenty to eat once you get a mouthful of my bush, you little dick," she laughed, straddling him. Her jeans were terrifically snug on her and as Leorajh's small, stiff penis ground against her loins, she cooed. "Cute dick. Fun Size, huh?"

"That's one way of putting it." Leorajh worked his paws under her shirt from the back, lifting it with lazy strokes against the grain of her black fur. "Mmm, you're very soft. I keep telling Mayor Aura how perfect she'd look with a bit more meat on her bones."

Farrah gyrated against his hips, crushing his small cock in a way he found unbearably erotic if the manner in which he was grinding and hissing was any indication of his feelings. "I've met her, yeah... she's got the figure for it, she'd look fine as hell with a little chub to her."

"Mmm, god. In the meantime, suppose I'll just have to make due with you, mom," said Leorajh with a wink. He chuckled slyly, pushing his fingers under her jeans and panties. He rubbed the naked hemispheres of her bottom reverently. "You've got such a perfect body. I'm jealous Kahnso gets to take you home."

The bear smiled, taken in by the flattery. She made a point of nibbling his cheek. "Lil' sweet-talker, aren't you? I bet you'd get sick of me after just a week together. Yelling at you about picking your clothes up and washing behind your ears."

"I'll have you know I'm extremely hygienic," Leorajh jabbed, yet his face was ever coy. "Unlike the boys you seem to put up with."

She snickered, yanking his head ahead quite roughly to bite his neck. His sudden gasp and the way he dug his claws into her fat hide betrayed just how surprised he was by the roughness, but he pushed his pelvis into hers needfully. "Mmm, well, Kahnso's pretty good about cleaning up after himself... although he usually just walks around naked when I'm visiting, anyway."

With blushing cheeks, the big cat slipped his girly paws under the front of Farrah's shirt. The white block lettering spelling KOCAINE KAHNSO distorted under his touch. "So he's your oldest, hm?"

"He calls me mom sometimes, if that's what you're getting at." A peck on his lips, then she growled into his ear, "No bra. You're welcome, cutie."

"Thanks, mom," he sighed, clutching the mama bear's unencumbered jugs. They were easily among the thickest breasts he'd ever handled, and not entirely perky in that regard, but he appreciated the ways in which women aged. He thumbed her stiffened nipples, finding himself wondering what color they were.

Farrah closed her blue eyes and lightly gnawed Leorajh's ear, letting her loose jowls do much of the work. She rode his hips, pushing her pussy into his small penis over and over again, wondering how long it would take him to pop without her even taking her pants off. Into his ear, keeping its edge on her lips, she rumbled, "Real mama's boy, aren't you? You like older women, huh? MILF hunter?"

Leorajh closed his eyes too, relaxing against the couch. He rubbed Farrah's breasts in small circles, using his claws to lightly prick and scrape her nipples, tweaking the tiny bumps around the nubs. "Not exclusively," he chuckled. "You older ladies do have a certain charm, though..."

"We know what the fuck we're doing," growled Farrah, dipping her tongue into his ear a second later. She nibbled down the side of his head and pecked his lips when she was near them. With all her weight and strength, she shoved her hips down, mashing his cock between her loins and his; his low and needful mrowl was the most plaintive but genuine sound of pleasure Leorajh had dared make in months.

The beautiful bear pulled back, resisting Leorajh's grasp on her breasts, pulling her shirt outward before his paws finally fell away. "God, you're cute," she said, staring down into his feminine face. She made a show of licking her lips, smearing them with slobber. "And you're making me awfully wet."

Smiling wider, blushing, Leorajh laughed. "So direct. I've got a chicken-or-the-egg conundrum now."

Although Farrah tilted her head a moment, she didn't waste any more time in getting what she wanted out of Leorajh. She pulled the big cat aside, forcing him to lie on his sofa, head near the corner nook. Momentarily off the cushions herself, she undressed and gave the cat a good look at her full, black body. He was pleased to see that her nipples were pink and her carpet matched her drapes.

Climbing over Leorajh let him see that her bearded muff was noticeably damp. She asked playfully, "And what might that be, cute stuff?"

He took hold of her fat bottom as it hovered over his face, parting the cheeks slightly and baring a pink, mildly puffy pucker. "Well, were you this forward before you met Kahnso, or after?"

Farrah smirked, thrusting her ass down. She made Leorajh's face vanish under her plump cheeks, and his nose rubbed more-or-less into the pucker of her anus. "Before. Definitely before. I like to think I taught him a few things, too."

Understandably silenced but fine with the burden, Leorajh gripped the bear's chubby ass cheeks and let himself enjoy the pillowy hell he was stuck in. Farrah's body was clean, her fur conditioned and soft - no surprise given her vocation. Her ursine musk was delicate, but obvious with his nose stuffed right into the pucker of her asshole; Leorajh savored the intimacy and licked firmly and impartially across the run of her taint, where her fur was at its thinnest.

Grinning with eyes narrowed, Farrah gyrated skillfully upon Leorajh's pretty face. She clutched his genitals, stroking his penis with a thumb and forefinger, caressing his sack with the entirety of the other paw. In spite of the man she took alleged business trips with, Farrah wasn't a size queen. She enjoyed them big and small, and as she leaned over Leorajh and slopped her great, pink tongue over his penis, the moan she let loose was sincere.

Farrah's muff drooled on Leorajh's chin. Although he was licking only the bottommost edge of its lips, where they came together into a subtle vee shape, the bear loved his attention. It was one of the benefits of being a middle-aged mom that any attention from a male half her age was enough to make her happy; genuine lust and skilled lovemaking could give her a high for a week.

Leorajh was mostly helpless under her fat bottom, but his paws roamed her back and often swept around to her breasts. His cock throbbed needfully against the slick surface of her tongue, his balls aching in her gentle, chubby fingers; he was obviously in love with her body and her touch.

Although her large mouth was overkill, Farrah gulped Leorajh in, pushing her thick nose pad into his balls. She gulped and slobbered him, abusing his modest meat with the bulk of her tongue, grinding his cock into her palate as often as she could.

Beneath, trying to up the ante himself, Leorajh dragged his tongue exclusively across the slightly swollen button of her pucker. He guessed, somewhat rightly, that Kahnso must have enjoyed an awful lot of anal sex to keep her well-trained asshole in such a state of puffiness all the time. He didn't know the fellow she called her boyfriend had a horsecock and liked to put it there too.

With the bear doubled over, Leorajh found her breasts more troublesome to stroke and squeeze. He reached underneath her, down the chub of her belly in toward her groin. Feeling through the wiry hairs of her bush, he tweaked her clitoral hood and eased his fingers into her, claws fully retracted. His less dominant paw stayed on her bottom.

Farrah groaned over top of Leorajh, her back heaving. A smile tugged at her occupied jowls, trying to make her grin again. She let go of his balls and forced herself lower still, cupping the paw around his thigh and lifting him by it. With her mouth opened wide and her heavy tongue slopping past his loins, she outrageously dragged his delicate balls into her mouth and sucked the whole package.

It was one the boys never saw coming, and not even the worldly Leorajh could believe what was happening. His cocksure face was a mask of total bliss, unseen though it was under the bear's broad ass. He kissed her anus dreamily and tickled inside of her, teasing pink flesh with his soft pads. The bear was hot as an oven in her cunt, more humid than the dog days of summer, and he would have loved nothing more than to pop his nut inside of her. She was a perfect MILF as far as he was concerned.

But Leorajh knew he wasn't going to last. Farrah was just too good at what she did with her mouth, and he felt almost as if she was wasting her talents with his small endowment. Such was the bear's skill that Leorajh didn't want her to stop even though he thought she was overqualified for blowing him.

To Farrah, it was all just good clean fun. Leorajh was such a pretty boy and so eager for her body that she was all too happy to gulp and slobber and suck him until he couldn't handle anymore. She would have just as gladly let him shoot inside of her, or across her tits and her face, or even lick her toes if that was the kind of thing that got him going - she had learned, after forty-odd years, how to be flexible. But then and there, she knew that the cat was close, and she wanted him to feel good.

Without stopping to tease him, Farrah doubled down, sucking so hard that his waterlogged crotch throbbed in her mouth. She smothered him so severely that he couldn't catch an entire breath of air from under her ass. She let go of his thigh, sheepishly realizing she was still holding him up, only to reach under his balls. With the drool she'd let run down his taint, it was trivial to stuff a finger into his ass. He tensed beneath her, toes curling, exhaling his precious air sharply. The mama bear grinned wide.

At last, and very much aware of how passive he'd become in pleasuring her, Leorajh shot into the perfect bear's mouth. As he came he rubbed his feet together, toes curling against each other. He huffed against her ass, drawing his musk-laden breaths with much effort but hardly minding it. His orgasm into the bear's mouth was quite small compared to that of the usual men in her life, but the thought was what counted, as Farrah liked to think. She guzzled down his spunk, loosening the suction enough to let his balls out of her maw, his cock a moment later; her finger stayed buried in him until she climbed off of him, leaving his snout smeared with sweat.

Standing near the couch, Farrah stretched as if getting ready for yoga. Leorajh appreciated the show even in afterglow. He said with a wry little grin (and eyes still dazed from the smothering), "Thanks a lot, mom. You treat all your boys like that?"

"Only the cu-u-ute ones," said the black bear in the middle of touching her toes. "Mmm, now, how's about I lay back and you can show me exactly how thankful you are? I bet a cute kitty like you can get it up again..."

Leorajh sat up with some difficulty. He glanced at his waning erection. "I may be a bit slow to start," he admitted. "I'm not opposed to trying, of course."

Smiling resplendently, Farrah sat back on the hardwood floor. Chubby thighs spread and muff implicitly offered, she cooed, "Somebody's getting a nice dinner when we're done here."

The cat knelt between her legs with a laugh. Dropping to all fours, back arched, peering at the bear over the rolls and mounds of her perfectly feminine form, Leorajh growled, "I was hoping to have you for dessert, actually."

When the cat started to eat - and Farrah was delighted to find that he knew how - the bear sighed and closed her eyes. "That can be arranged, sweet stuff. For right now, just help your mama relax."