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Fucking Mom and Dodging Dad

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Mom!" Hiss groaned, tentacles wavering as his head rolled back. "Not here! God!"

Fyr only giggled at her son's admittedly weak protests, sneaking her paw down the front of his jeans as the chatter of the party burbled out through the cracked door down the corridor. It wasn't much of a party, really, more of a small gathering of friends, all very low key. Still, it allowed her something of a chance to tease her feline son with a wicked paw, tail sneaking up between his legs to coax them just a little bit further apart. It was all in the name of easier access for her, after all, and who wouldn't have to have fun with such a hot and horny dragoness? The question answered itself!

Leaning back against the wall, Hiss moaned as his mother wrapped her lips around his shaft, drawing out his pleasure as he rocked up into his muzzle. He pricked and tried to sink his claws into the wall, but thankfully found the surface unyielding enough that the most he could do was damage the paint. The cougar huffed through his nostrils, twin tentacles undulating wildly and eyes bulging. Having his mother drag him off into a quiet corridor at a get together in their local area - families he'd known since he had been a kitten - was not what he'd expected at all when he and Helena had been told to primp up and look pretty for an evening out.

Truth be told, the sex was better than the party and he really had no complaints. Who would have?

Whimpering, he thrust into her muzzle, cramming the tip of his cock right up her long muzzle to the back of her throat. Expertly, Fyr gulped, letting the slick stream of pre-cum disappear down her throat, eyes half-lidded in obvious pleasure. Wearing a skirt and suitably demure blouse, the dragoness would have been the picture of innocence if she'd not had his shaft stretching her lips wide into a lewd 'O' of rampant desire.

But there was a reason she'd hauled him off, quite literally, by the scruff of his neck, and that wasn't solely so she could tease him to an explosive climax. No: Fyr was well and truly a dragoness with needs. And her needs were building, a fire stoked in her loins that no amount of fingering and teasing flicks over her clit could satiate.

Groaning around her son's length, Fyr gulped, letting the head of his cock sit deep in her throat as she suppressed her gag reflex the best she could. With his jeans tugging around his thighs, Hiss could barely move as she bobbed her muzzle slowly, drawing out each slurp and moan until the cougar trembled beneath her paws, about to cum from the slightest bit of sensation too far.

And that was when she knew it was time.

Releasing his cock from her lips with a wet smack, Fyr stood, skirt falling modestly back down to her knees. But Hiss had a desperate look in his eyes and the red-brown cougar mewled like it was his first time all over again, spinning her about to face the wall. Fyr knew what was coming - hell, she'd teased him right to the point she'd wanted him at, after all - and arched her back, lifting her tail to show off her sex. Her panties clung to her damp folds, juices shimmering in the low light on the soft scales at the very top of her inner thighs, evidencing her clear arousal.

Hiss could not waste time when his body craved her so much. His hind paws scrabbled over the rough carpet as he lunged from her, driving the flat of his paw into the wall beside her head with such force that the painting hanging a couple of feet down the wall jumped on its hook, shivering. He pushed up his mother's skirt, underwear to one side, and growled like the demon his father was as he pressed the tip of his aching cock up to her wet pussy, easily sliding in as he forced her hips down and his up.

Fyr's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned loudly - too loudly. But what did she care? Champagne bubbled on her tongue and she giggled as she was fucked, though the giggles were mostly covered up by breathy moan after moan. Something about fun with Hiss just made her feel oh so alive! Her fingertips tingled and she curled and uncurled them, stretching out her fingers one by one as Hiss grabbed her hips, claws pricking sharply through scales. She knew she should have reprimanded him, but, as his confidence grew, each time with her son was rougher and rougher.

It reminded her of old times with her husband. Times when he would throw her on the bed and breed her over and over again until she had climaxed several times and had so much semen leaking from her well used pussy that it was as if several males had claimed her and not just the one. She shivered at the memory, rolling her buttocks back into Hiss as he yowled under his breath and thrust hard, barely in control of himself and yet still more so than her.

Each thrust of his uncut cock brought a fresh wave of pleasure to her senses, her chest pressed to the wall as she turned her cheek flat to the smooth paint. Her large, full breasts cooled to the touch of the wall, giving her some support from which she could push back onto her cougar's needy pole. The dragoness clenched her jaw, smoke roiling from her nostrils as if she had suddenly become one of the dragons of old, and stifled a throaty moan the best she could, head pleasantly spinning.

When she'd first made moves on her son, knowing just how often the younger cougar had been watching her, she could never have imagined that their liaisons would escalate to such delightful proportions. She could never have known how good his cock felt inside her, driving into her needy snatch, until she had made that first move back in the doctor's office, a hasty move in a surgery. It had been rash and unplanned, too quick for worries to creep in unbidden and Hiss had responded just as she'd thought he would - like a horny male that needed a good femfur to show him what real fun was all about.

But it had become much more of that and she sensed it in every harshly snatched breath, air raking through her nostrils as she heaved for it. The pictures jiggled on the wall as Hiss rammed her into it, the cougar thrusting with single-minded, brutal determination. Too rough, his claws bit past her scales and Fyr cried out softly, swinging her tail back against her son. He was too wrapped up in mounting her, however, to notice and light pain tingled through erotic pleasure as the warmth in her loins rose to a throbbing crescendo.

Hiss showed the first signs of approaching orgasm, his thrusts speeding up and the needy slap of his hips against her bare buttocks - well, nearly bare with her underwear tugged to the side - swelling in tempo. Fyr closed her eyes and lost herself in sensation, allowing him to drive her closer and closer to the edge until she would have no choice but to freefall off it, wings spread and howling in the glory of release.

Her son was quicker than her, alas, and slammed in one final time, wrapping his arms around her waist as he leaned over her back. Growling in her ear, he gyrated his hips slowly, giving short, sharp thrusts as his balls released the load she had been craving when she'd led him off out of the party. His balls pulled up closer to his crotch as he jammed in every last inch of his cock that he could possibly fit into her twitching, clenching cunny, the cougar tucking his chin down on top of his mother's shoulder. Panting as if he'd run a marathon, Hiss rocked into her, one paw dropping to find the nub of her clit.

That was all it took. With a shuddering moan, Fyr hit her high with her son's cock buried in her pussy, soaked with her juices and his cum. A wet paw clamped over her muzzle, a frenzied whisper in her ear begging her to be quiet, yet there was no hope of that. Her whole body vibrated with ecstasy, tendrils of pleasure stretching down to her flexing toes in her open-toed fancy shoes. Her legs trembled as if they could no longer bear the weight of her body and it was only Hiss' strong arm around her waist that kept her upright, the dragoness losing sense of her reality if but for a short time.

When she came back to herself, Hiss was slowly pulling his softening cock from her, looking anxiously left to right down the dimly lit corridor. His whiskers twitched and he kept his arm around her waist, drawing her upright with him. Fyr allowed her son to move her, finding her own feet and balance once more, albeit with some difficulty. Her skirt fell down over her stretched pussy as she stood tall, smoothing out the creases from her blouse from pure habit, muscle memory proving stronger than her senses. Who really cared about a few creases when she had a well fucked pussy? The coarse language sent a thrill through her and she smiled privately to herself, a cocky tilt to her muzzle.

Hiss fumbled for his clothes, breath coming quickly in short pants, fur matted and ruffled as if he'd been...well...doing exactly what he had been doing.

"We're gonna get caught if we keep this up," he muttered, stuffing his cock back into his pants, eyes darting around him warily as if someone could spring upon them at any moment. "We can't be doing this where anyone could walk in on us, mom, it's not right."

Fyr sighed and waved her paw dismissively.

"Honey, when you get to my age, you really do stop worrying about stuff like that. It really doesn't matter. Slink your tentacles down and you'll look just like any other cougar, even if a rather handsome one."

She studied him carefully, stroking the underside of her jaw.

"You could even look like your father in the right light. More red in your coat though. But you have the same face and the way that you hold yourself is so uncannily similar that sometimes I forget..."

Fyr smirked, fluttering her eyelashes promiscuously.

"And you do have the same, ah, vigour in mating, I must say!"

Hiss' lips twitched into a smile despite himself, buckling his belt and rubbing the flush from his neck as Fyr adjusted the neckline of her blouse.

"You sound like my grandmother now," he quipped. "She's always saying you can't let what other furs do sway or, or what they think change what you do. I'm not so sure she meant something like this though..."

Fyr's eyes narrowed, a plume of smoke curling dangerously from one nostril.

"If you think I'm anything like Sasha, you'll be walking around with blue balls for weeks, Hiss. I'll not have that kind of talk from you."

As the younger fur shuffled his hind paws and backed off with his chin more meekly dipped down towards his chest, she crossed her arms and fixed him with a stern stare. The look, however, would have held more sway if her nerves were not still thrumming pleasantly in the afterglow.

"Is that clear?" She said, though her lips softened her words, paw outstretched to Hiss.

Taking her paw, Hiss gallantly raised it to his lips where he presented the back of her paw to a gentle kiss. Fyr giggled like a schoolgirl, blushing as he released her and swept his torso down in a grand bow that would have been better suited to some English lord than a small town cougar.

"Crystalline, my lady!"

Fyr laughed and shook her head. Trust him to find a new word and to also find a way to use it; that was just so purely and utterly Hiss that it was endearing. She brushed her paw softly over his shoulder and slid it down to the small of his back, tail flicking happily back and forth while they returned to the arms of the party.

It was only some time later with her paw in the crook of her cougar husband's elbow that the lusty dragoness realised that her underwear was still pulled to the side of her pussy lips, Hiss' cum drooling slowly but surely down her thighs. She blushed and shook her head when Ropes leaned in to ask her what was wrong, knowing that she could never tell him. Still, she relished in the sensation, crossing her legs discreetly to stem the flow from dripping out onto the carpet; that was something that she surely would not have gotten away with.

And yet she languished in the notion that she was out at a party with her husband, Ropes not knowing and never knowing that Hiss had just spent himself in her pussy. She stifled a needy grunt and nuzzled into his neck, nipping and kissing in the way she knew got his tentacles whipping about, betraying his need. He turned her chin roughly up to face him and kissed her as deeply as he could in pleasant company, the motion strained as if he really wanted to slam her back against the wall and unknowingly mimic his son's actions.

But he didn't know about the quiet spot they could sneak off to and, with Hiss' cum slickening her cunt, Fyr wasn't about to tell him either. No, all she could do was wait until they were home and then have her fill and more of her loving husband. For, as much as she enjoyed being with Hiss, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could ever compare to the electricity of her husband's touch, brilliant in its exotic familiarity.

Fyr huffed quietly, leaning into his shoulder as he wound his arm tightly around her waist, fingers fitting in the curve as if - and they did - belong there. She would have him as she wanted him, she was sure of it. His tail flicked back and forth and he shot her a lustful look, lips tugging up on one side in his trademark, pleasantly dominant smirk. Fyr shivered and melted against him.

Like her lusts, she would have to wait it out until later.

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Much to her disappointment, however, Ropes collapsed into bed as soon as they were home and was snoring as soundly as the dead within a matter of minutes. Fyr stood in the doorway for several long minutes, need raging through her naked body, bare but for her red and yellow scales, before crawling, despondent, into her place beside him. She could not be too disheartened and strove to turn her thoughts back to Hiss and the rough and quick way he'd taken her, how his shaft had felt with her long, sinuous tongue curling around it.

With her son nude and powerful in her mind, she thrust two fingers into her sex and played her thumb over her clit, grinding and driving the digits until she brought herself to a quick, sharp orgasm. Trembling so badly that she feared, for a moment, that she may have woken Ropes, the dragoness rolled onto her side and flipped the pillow over to get the cool side, nerves jangled with the thrill of getting off while her husband was lying right there beside her. It wasn't something she'd want to repeat when the offer of having him fill her to the brim was on the table, but it was certainly another illicit thrill that stoked her internal fire to an ever greater blaze.

The next morning dawned bright and clear over their little farmhouse, the barn residing serenely outside as if it had come right off the front of a holiday postcard. It should have been the perfect day and yet the dragoness found herself distracted - far too distracted to go about her usual day without anyone noticing. Thankfully, her daughter, Helena, was out staying with a friend and she only had the males of the household to navigate, as difficult as that sometimes seemed to be. Especially when she couldn't keep certain thoughts out of her head as the day warmed and flies buzzed against the window panes.

Her son... She blushed. Why did she always have to be thinking of Hiss? She had many more males to fantasise about, that was true, but there was something about him, something in how he looked so much like his father and yet not. The increasingly dominant touch he played her body with. The look in his eyes when he was deep in her cunt. Fyr shivered, rubbing the back of her paw against her covered sex without consciously thinking of it. The lure was great. Would she be able to find time with Hiss again before the day was out?

No, Ropes was home all day, or so he'd said, but that wasn't inherently a bad thing to spend time with her husband either. Fyr sighed, leaning against the wall in the hallway - not an entirely dissimilar position to the one she'd taken at the party with Hiss. She shivered, delighting in the memory.

"Hey, honey."

Fyr nearly jumped out of her scales, leaping clean off the floor and whipping about with her eyes wide and heart thumping to see her husband standing there with a wide grin on his muzzle.

"Whoa, whoa!" He held up his paws, palms out. "Calm down! Nothing's happening! Easy there now..."

Fyr bristled and folded her arms across her chest.

"I am not a horse, Ropes. Just what do you think you're doing sneaking up on me like that?"

The cougar shrugged, but had the good grace to look ever so slightly abashed.

"I didn't think you'd jump so much. You were off in a world of your own. What were you thinking about to take you so far away?"

Fyr opened her mouth and closed it again, willing the heat to seep from her cheeks.

"Oh...nothing really." She waved her way and slid her gaze away. "Just work stuff, nothing important. I think I really only spaced out for a minute there."

Ropes chuckled and stepped up to her, sliding his arms around her torso to pull her close. She leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent. Freshly washed fur smelling of ginger and apple drew her in and she tucked her nose into the crook of his neck, arms automatically encircling him in return. If she'd been a feline, she would have purred in his warm embrace, Ropes resting his chin on her shoulder, ear twitching up against her head.

"It's been a while since I held you like this," he breathed.

"Not that we haven't held each other in other ways," Fyr said quickly in return, a tantalising heat returning between her legs. "But this is nice." She paused, tongue suddenly thick and unwieldy in her mouth. "This is really nice."

Ropes purred softly.

"I'm glad. I miss you like this."

"But I'm right here, love."

Ropes stepped back, breaking the embrace even as Fyr reached for him, paw hovering in the air between them. But he was only drawing himself gently away to admire her all the more completely, eyes taking in every inch of her body with apparent newfound admiration. He kept his paw on her forearm as if afraid to let her too far away from him and Fyr leaned lightly into his touch, crossing one ankle behind the other and blushing genuinely.

"What are you looking at?" She asked, needing to say something, anything, to break the silence. "You're so quiet."

"I'm looking at the best thing in my world."

A much younger Fyr would have squealed and melted from sheer delight at hearing those words, jumping up and down like a hatchling on her first date. And what femfur would have turned down such love, such adoration, when she so openly returned it?

As it was, the dragoness rubbed her neck in the barest semblance of shyness, peering up at Ropes coyly from under her eyelashes.

"Then why don't you follow me upstairs right now?"

Ropes smiled, but her heart sank: he was already shaking his head. Yet, this time, it was with the promise of more - far more.

"Not when I have to treat a dragoness as she deserves to be treated." His eyes glimmered, the white depths sparkling as only they could. "I'll go out, find some nice wine, have our dinner arranged..." He took her paw and pressed it to her chest. "And the night shall be ours."

"Repeatedly, I hope?"

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and Fyr gulped, cheeks burning. But Ropes didn't seem to notice her sudden burst of depravity and only growled softly, lashing his tail.

"I should expect it."

Fyr shivered.

"Then go," she said, pushing him gently away. "Only so I may have you back in my arms sooner."

As he left, Ropes glanced back, a sly grin pulling at his lips.

"I won't be anywhere else but in your arms, Fyr. Not unless I'm between your legs."

The dragoness giggled shyly and covered her muzzle with her paws. When she lifted them again, the cougar was gone, the front door closing and the truck starting outside their little house.

Fyr took a deep breath, chest expanding as someone - her son - shifted in the upstairs of their home, floorboards creaking. Her tail curled sinuously back and forth, a truly wicked deed taking hold in her mind.

No... She couldn't. Not when Ropes was coming back so soon. Fyr bit her lip. It wouldn't be enough time. But what harm could her having a little fun beforehand to ready herself for him do anyway?

As she walked upstairs, legs betraying her mind, Fyr unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her skirt, only taking them with her if only to not leave them scattered on the stairs and landing. Hiss' bedroom door was open and he had his phone in paw, but nothing could have stopped his eyes from latching on to her increasingly naked body, a low, needy growl rising unbidden from his throat.

"Mom..."

Fyr licked her lips and winked.

"Coming with me?" She whispered. "Ropes is out for a bit..." She squirmed in place, delightfully so. "And, well, I just couldn't resist seeing if you were up for fun with me now, sugar."

Hiss was already up and off the bed, taking his mother in his arms as he ushered her to her bedroom. Fyr laughed and tossed her clothes on the floor - she no longer had any care for tidiness - and sat on the edge of the bed, tail pressed up between her own thighs as if she was blocking her son, playing hard to get. The cougar pawed at her tail and yowled softly, though she only giggled and shook her head as the bulge in the front of his jeans tented out more and more.

"You don't want me?" He murmured. "I thought you wanted some fun, mom?"

Fyr played innocent, though there was no wiping her pleasure of the situation from her muzzle.

"When my husband will be home so soon?" She teased, playing up the scene as much as she could, although the scent of her arousal betrayed her true feelings all too aptly. "How could I possibly lie here and let you take me when my husband will be the next one to push into me?"

Catching onto me, Hiss grinned, showing his teeth as he nibbled on Fyr's neck. Moaning, she clung to him, feeble, pretended resolve crumbling slowly in the face of pleasure.

"Come now, mom," Hiss purred, tail lashing the air. "I know you want me as much as I want you and, well, why would you resist me now?"

Fyr chuckled and held up her paws in mock surrender, eyes dancing with mischief.

"Oh, but it would be a sin, sugar," she said, voice throaty and eyelashes lowered. "I could not possibly lie with such a strapping young cougar while my husband is out doing the shopping!"

Hiss grinned and pounced, paws landing on her shoulders as he toppled her back onto the bed, layering kiss after kiss over her muzzle. Fyr surrendered herself to it with a low moan, curling into his dominant touch with a little shiver that sent a deeper thrill through her body. Oh, there were times with Ropes and he had promised her fun... There was nothing wrong with their sex life after all, but there was just something about her son and the way he fucked her that made everything just a little bit more, well...

Delicious.

Oblivious to her thoughts, Hiss growled and nipped her neck eagerly.

"I'm sure you can spare just a few moments for me," he said, already unhooking her bra. "Dad won't be back for a while and...well..."

He paused, his expression fiercely intent, eyes burning.

"I've been thinking about you all night. I just can't get a dragoness like you off my mind."

Need surged in Fyr's chest and any protests she may have had - truth be told, there were exceedingly few of them - died on her lips as Hiss claimed her muzzle. His tongue danced back and forth with hers, rougher than how Ropes had become with her over the years, and she moaned into the passionate embrace. Her bra fell down her breasts and Hiss helped her get it down her arms without breaking the kiss, pushing down his boxer-briefs to allow his swelling cock to press up to her stomach. Fyr wrapped her paw around it, pumping the length to help him to full hardness, not that he needed her help. With an erotic head rush, she knew, inequitably, that her body was more than enough to rile her son up without any kind of manual stimulation.

And she loved it.

Hiss' shirt hit the floor, thrown over the side of the bed and her panties met the same fate, soaked through with her own juices. In another life, Fyr may have been embarrassed to have been so aroused, but it only added fuel to her inner fire.

Something outside the house banged, but she ignored it, Hiss' lips working their way down her neck to her breasts. Yet she could not let the scuffle downstairs slide, head shooting up as she struggled to focus on something other than the close proximity of her son's body, cock pressing into her thigh through his jeans.

"What was that?"

Fyr hissed, sitting bolt upright with her heart hammering. Hiss shrugged and wrapped his lips around her nipple, pulling it lightly out from her chest. She shuddered, aching to arch into him, but she'd heard something that she couldn't let go, not even in the heat of the moment. Oh, it would have been so easy to pretend that she'd heard nothing, nothing at all, and yet she could not.

Pushing him away with all the willpower she had at her disposal, she held him at arm's length, eyes flicking worriedly between him and the door.

No, those were definitely footsteps! And not just any footsteps either. Fyr's heart skipped a beat for all the wrong reasons, resuming its frantic beat tenfold once catching up with her mind.

Oh yes. That was undoubtedly the heavy tread of her husband making his way up the bottom portion of the stairs, not close enough yet to work out just what was going on in the bedroom - his bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat, mouth dry and craving as her son tried to scoot closer with what he probably hoped was a winning purr. She clicked her jaws together, snapping into action. Ropes was home early and Hiss still hadn't noticed, trying to get to her like a kitten after milk!

"Quick!" Fyr snarled, voice taking on an uncharacteristically forceful tone as she shoved Hiss off the bed. "You have to move - now!"

He landed with an ungainly thud on his tail, grimacing and rubbing his backside where he'd taken the brunt of the fall. His tail flicked out and worked the kink out of itself, tentacles lashing the air in its place as they reared up as if in alarm on either side of his head. Finally, he understood and held himself back from making any sort of noise, one paw clapped firmly over his muzzle.

The footsteps stilled.

"Honey, are you there?" Ropes called up. "I heard something." He paused. "Are you okay?"

Fyr took a deep breath, steadying herself as their wide-eyed son backed away from the bed, looking down at his state of undress in open horror. Fyr flapped her paws at him, mind racing and yet coming up with nothing she could use to get her out of what was undoubtedly a very sticky situation.

But she just had to find her voice.

"Yes, sweetie, there's nothing wrong." She wished her voice was not as shaky as it came out. "Just knocked something off the dresser."

"Oh, what was it?"

The stairs creaked as his weight shifted and he ascended further, steps slow, as if distracted by something else that Fyr could not have possibly determined without being beside him.

"Nothing important!" She clutched at straws as Hiss dove out of her field of vision. "Just give me a minute, I'll come down!"

"No need, I'm nearly up there. What's going on?"

"Nothing!"

But she couldn't stop him - curiosity did kill the cat, after all. Hiss lunged for the wardrobe, rattling the door and finding it, blessedly, open. There were too many clothes inside for a feline to fit comfortably, but, with Ropes rapidly approaching, it was the best chance he had. He took a deep breath and dove in, nose first.

The bedroom door swung open just as Fyr whipped her head around, Hiss' tail disappearing around the door of their closet. The door clicked back into place as her husband stepped into the room, tentacles undulating at what he found there.

He smiled down at Fyr, completely unaware of what he had almost walked in on. Sitting bashfully on the edge of the bed, the dragoness had a flush creeping down her neck, the soft scales between her thighs damp with her own moisture, her arousal clear. She leaned back on her paws, trying to appear nonchalant as her lusts rose, tingling up to her pounding heart, but there was nothing she could do to hide her condition from him. For all intents and purposes, she may as well actually have been waiting for him.

Not that Ropes minded. In fact, Ropes very much liked what she had to show him.

"Well..." He purred, smoothing out his whiskers. "I didn't expect this."

Fyr turned her muzzle away, pretending to be shy as Ropes admired her body and Hiss hunkered down on the other side of the wardrobe door. She couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of her eye, that he'd left the door cracked as if the clothes within or the bulk of his body had not allowed him to seal himself away completely.

The cougar ran his paw over her shoulder, leaning in close as he purred and butted his head lightly into her cheek, ears twitching. For she had something on display for him that no cougar could refuse, yet was in another world entirely. Fyr snapped back to Ropes, attention solely on him. Focus! She couldn't think of Hiss when her husband was right there in front of her!

Or, if she could, it would be in a very different way to imagining him hiding, risking discovery at any moment.

The cougar cupped her muzzle and turned her lips up to his for a tender kiss that slowly grew more passionate, his tongue invading her muzzle. He battled with her longer, slenderer tongue, forcing it back as, against herself, Fyr moaned into his muzzle. It hadn't been long, but, oh heavens - it had certainly been long enough! A day or so was far too long to spend without her loving husband in her arms.

Fyr groaned and met his passion with her own, tail wrapping around his waist as they rolled onto the bed. And, all the while, Hiss watched from back in the wardrobe, eyes riveted on the intense erotic scene playing out before him. The cougar wriggled on top of a cluster of Fyr's shoes, trying and failing to get comfortable as it suddenly appeared that he was going to be stuck in there for a while - a good while.

Ropes kissed his way down Fyr's neck as he laid her back on the bed, adoring every inch of her scales like the loving husband he was. It wasn't that they didn't have a good sex life, only that things seemed to get in the way and, well... Fyr grinned to herself as Ropes found his way to the slick juices glistening between her thighs. Sometimes they just needed a little something to spice things up too.

As the cougar's tongue dug into her snatch, the dragoness growled and arched up shyly to meet his muzzle, digging her claws into the bed. In the back of her mind, she felt the prick of Hiss' claws through her scales as he took a more dominant touch than what she was used to. Sure, Ropes had been forceful and driving in their younger years, but that had tapered off over time, the cougar taking on a deeper, more loving stance in the bedroom.

Well, she'd just have to see if she could bring out the snarling wildcat again.

"Mmmph..." Fyr struggled for words as Ropes circled her clit repeatedly with the tip of his raspy tongue. "Please..."

She closed her eyes, jaws hanging open as she panted heavily. Ropes chuckled softly and pushed two digits easily into her soaked cunt, right up to the knuckle. He started as if surprised by how easy it had been to penetrate her and then growled so much like a feral cougar that Fyr's stomach flipped over, nerves tangling with excitement.

Leaving his fingers buried in her, Ropes kissed her muzzle sweetly, the hot edge disappearing from his touch. Fyr squirmed, wanting more, craving more. No! She panted, tongue hanging out the side of her muzzle. She needed more! More than he was giving her!

In the closet, Hiss grunted and wrapped his paw around his hard shaft, boxers pulled down enough to allow his uncut cock out into the air. His heart hammered against the inside of his ribcage; what would he do if he was caught? But Ropes seemed far too caught up in Fyr's wiles (really, who could've blamed him?) to think that there could possibly have been someone else in the room.

Huffing, Hiss wriggled, striving to adjust his weight and move pressure from the swiftly appearing sore spots. Why did Fyr have such angular, uncomfortable shoes? He grimaced, taking his mind off the soreness with the pump and stroke of his paw on his shaft. Rolling his head back, he groaned, catching himself before the sound grew too loud. Through the crack between the doors he could just about see his father's cock tenting out the front of his casual jeans, making a firm indent that could have been his.

Hiss bit his lip. He wished it was his. So, so very much.

Ropes leaned in to Fyr, tail curling as if it was trying to wrap around hers.

"What is it, my dear?" He purred in her ear, paw unbuttoning his shirt, button by tantalising button. "What do you want? Tell me."

Fyr locked her eyes with his and hissed, breath rushing hotly over his muzzle.

"You!"

Fyr moaned and kissed his lips deeply, wrapping her tongue around his as she begged him without words for what her body wanted. Anything, anything to sate the fire! Fyr clawed at his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders as if she simply couldn't bear to see it on his body anymore, hiding him from her eyes.

She ran her long tongue along the edge of her jaw. No, she didn't have any reason to hide anymore and neither did he.

"I've never seen you like this," Ropes breathed, letting Fyr undo his belt, working on his jeans with the lust of a female possessed by her heat. "What..." He shook his head, pushing his hips up to help her. "What on earth has brought this out in you?"

Fyr giggled breathlessly and shot her husband a flirty wink as she worked his jeans down his legs, taking his underwear along with them. He wouldn't be needing them anyway.

"Just you, darling. Now take me!"

Guiding rather than leading, the dragoness encouraged her husband over her, his bare cock slapping against her inner thigh. Ropes snarled, showing his teeth, and grabbed her wrists, slamming them back softly into the bedspread above her head. Wings crumpled beneath her body, Fyr should have squirmed in pain, but only found herself gasping for more, pushing her hips up to meet Ropes' eager cock as he sought out her cunt. After all, she was more than ready for him.

Ropes plowed into her, driving the dragon down into the bed as his hips met hers. Fur brushed over crimson scales as the cougar nipped lustfully at his wife's neck, fingers still curled lightly around her wrists, although it was not as if she needed to be held down. No, it was more the way that her body twisted and pushed up to him, wantonly pinned beneath his body while they both gave each other everything they needed and more.

Panting with an open mouth, Hiss watched avidly from within the closet, unable to drag his eyes away. Of course, it would have been far easier for him if he had not been staring at his mother getting fucked - perhaps his shaft would not have been so achingly hard, desperate for release - but there was something erotic about watching that had him riveted. He licked his lips and swallowed a yowl as Ropes hammered into Fyr, taking her in long, deep strokes that used every inch of his cock.

Fyr moaned and rocked up to meet her husband's thrusts, allowing him to use her and cover her as he pleased, only wanting everything he had to offer her and more. Her juices eased the thrust and grind of his cock as he jammed the head up against her cervix, unable to go any deeper if he tried. Fyr squirmed. But it wasn't enough. It could never be enough when she just knew he had more in the tank for her.

"Harder," she hissed, paw on the back of his neck as she demanded his attention. "I want you to really fuck me, Ropes. Fuck me like you haven't done in years!"

He yowled. He knew what she was talking about, all those younger nights when they couldn't keep their paws off each other, brutal thrusts claiming his dragoness as he drove her hips down into the bed all night long.

He didn't need to say anything to give her what she craved. His tentacles flipped her, cock sliding out, so that she abruptly found herself on all fours, gasping for lost breath. But there was no time to gather herself as he slammed back into her, the weight of his body on top of hers holding her down.

And it couldn't have been more perfect.

Their bodies rocked together as she cougar's tentacles wound around her chest, groping and massage her breasts with the dextrous tips, hips slapping against her buttocks with every brutal thrust. Fur matted beneath his arms with the effort he put into his thrusts, driving into her as they had in their younger days. Fyr gasped and moaned, unable to say anything more coherent as she let her husband take her while her son watched from the closet.

Hiss could have looked away from the scene before him, but it was impossible in the moment. He squeezed and pumped his own shaft, balancing on the precipice of orgasm, waiting for his mother to reach the explosive climax that he just knew was coming. And he was not denied his pleasure.

Fyr's breasts heaved, squeezed out from her chest as Ropes' tentacles pushed them out lightly from her body. She didn't know her orgasm was upon her until it came with a heady head rush of ecstasy, her entire body convulsing a moment before the pleasure hit. She tried to moan, but her breath had been ripped away along with her voice, leaving her unable to do anything more than twist and thrash in Ropes' grasp while the cougar snarled above her. He hammered her needy cunt through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure second by delectable second, until he too joined her in climax.

A feral yowl burst from his lips, the cougar nowhere near being silenced as his wife was, and he jerked his hips up against her buttocks, scales glimmering with the hint of sweat from their exertions. Fyr groaned faintly and dropped her chest to the bed, barely able to support her own weight on her forearms as she pushed her buttocks back up into her husband's crotch, wanting every drop of seed he had to give her. She trembled at the thought of Hiss watching and, now that she had at least somewhat returned to her senses, put on a bit of a show for him, panting as she ground back on Ropes' hard pole.

The cougar panted as heavily as his wife couldn't take anymore and collapsed on the bed beneath him, his slickened cock slipping easily from her pussy. His cock softened slowly, uncut length promising more, and he ran his tentacles down her back gently, soothing the ache from muscles that she had not even expected to be so abused. Shivering, Fyr murmured something too quietly for him to hear and relaxed beneath his touch. The dragoness smiled to herself. There was nothing quite like his touch.

"Mmmph," Ropes groaned, slumping on the bed as he recovered, softer cock already throbbing with fresh blood; it was the way of a demon of lust, after all. "I've never seen you like that before..." His eyes locked onto hers. "I want to see more of it. Much more."

Fyr inhaled slowly, nostrils tickling with the hint of a flare. Was it being watched? Was it her husband? Was it Hiss? She couldn't tell what had brought out such a feral side of her, only that she loved it too. Fyr trembled as Ropes' arm snaked around her waist. She loved it very, very much. And perhaps the answer why was as obvious as the first explanation her lust-addled mind had come up with.

Sliding her gaze over to the closet where the crack between the doors still betrayed a younger cougar's presence, Fyr put a finger to her lips where Ropes could not see and winked.

"There's plenty more where that came from, sugar."

In the wardrobe, Hiss slumped into the clothes, his own semen splattering the inside of the door. He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch their aftermath when he could revel in the eroticism of his own, cum glistening at the head of his shaft. But he could still go for more - always more. The younger cougar stifled a moan, cracking one eye to watch as his father caressed Fyr's breasts softly, cock already hardening once more.

He hoped he'd be able to watch again.