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Family Business IV

(To read this chapter, you must agree with the disclaimer and copyright posted in the first chapter.)

(This chapter's gonna be basically all sex. Plot development will be put on hold for a while.)

Sara and Sam were in their living room, watching TV. The tigress was nude; her bare, striped form pressed up against her brother's as they reclined. Both siblings were purring, softly. Sam's arms snaked their way around his sister, snuggling against her.

After a two hour bout of lovemaking, all of which had been caught on film, both felines were quite exhausted. Sam in particular, since he'd been the one doing most of the work--save for a few minutes when Sara had gotten on top and ridden him with such enthusiasm and vigor that he'd shot not one but two loads into her.

The tiger gave her ear a nip, and sighed softly.

"Y'know, Sara... it's real nice to be able to fuck you. It's great for the ego... you're such a subby little whore."

"Only for you, Sam," the tigress purred. "Did you like it when I got on my knees and cupped my paws together, and begged for your cum?"

"Fuck yeah. That was hot..."

In response, Sara licked at her brother's paw, then lay still. She wasn't quite sure what time it was, but it was probably between three and four in the morning. Of course, it was also a Saturday night, and she and Sam spent Saturday nights wide awake, together--they dedicated the entire eight hour or so block of time to one another.

They'd probably mate again later, but for now, both siblings were content to relax. Even Sam, practical stallion that he was, had had enough for the moment.

"We have a big day on Monday, y'know," the tiger said. He yawned, briefly, and again nipped at his sister's ear, making the velvety flesh twitch. "That means I probably should take a break tomorrow... just the daily threesome, and that's it."

"Aww... I guess you're right, lil' bro. You and Mom've never done something like this before. Nervous?"

"Kind of," Sam admitted. He sighed, and rested his furred, striped cheek against his sister's. "I mean, we have practiced a lot, but I'm still worried about hurting Mom... and, well, vice versa. When we're finished, it's gonna take a long time to cool down..."

"Not too many people in the adult industry do this kinda stuff," Sara agreed. "But if there's one couple that can really nail something like this, it's you and Mom. If you do it right, kiddo, you could be in the history books for this."

"That would be pretty cool. I wonder who's gonna play me in the movie of my life? Hopefully, he's not related to Faisal Shahzad..."

Both siblings laughed softly, and snuggled for another few moments. Sam turned to the news, just to see what was going on in the world and sighed. Business had been good, of late, and they'd hauled in so much disposable income that they were actually having a hard time spending it. A vacation home in Hawaii was their most recent big-ticket purchase, but they rented it out--it was now more of a business venture than a low-liquidity asset. Charity seemed like a good way to blow a couple bucks, and maybe get incest pornography accepted as not _necessarily_evidence of complete moral corruption.

"So how are things with you, Sara? You've been practicing a lot... are you gonna be the next Angelina Jolie or somethin'?"

"If all goes well. There's actually auditions for a pretty big spot in an action flick next Tuesday... I was thinking of checking it out."

"Go for it," the tiger encouraged. "Sure, acting's a full time job, but you can balance that with our family business no sweat. As long as you got time for the daily threesome... we could video parts of it every now and then; keep your devout fans happy."

"Nice try, but no one watches our vids for me _that_much..."

"Think again, Sara. You're the one we started this all with, remember? Lots of the reviews we get are only about you."

The tigress blushed. She felt his arms wrap around her chest, squeezing her gently, pressing her form into his.

Soon, Sam grew tired of TV, and decided that he needed to... be more entertained. With that thought in mind, the tiger slowly turned his sister over so that she was face down on the sofa, and straddled her legs.

Sara turned, resting on her cheek, so that she could watch Sam remove his shirt, then his pants. Her striped, cuffed tail batted back and forth, slowly, briefly wrapping around his wrist.

"'Cha planning to do, little bro? Anal?" the tigress asked, lifting her hips suggestively, just for a moment. Her tight, toned rump was well defined, even under the thick rolls of her fur.

"Nah. I'm gonna be really gentle, this time. Dunno why..." He shrugged, nude, staring down at his sister's luscious form.

In moments, the tiger was resting his body weight on Sara's back, chin on her collarbone. His arms made their way around her waist, so that he could cuddle the small tigress, making her purr in delight and anticipation. There were few times that she appreciated being treated like anything besides a toy, sexually--but this was one of them.

Sam began to kiss his way up and down Sara's striped back, nuzzling her infrequently. Sometimes, he mixed things up by tracing his tongue across the slivers of black fur that broke up the tigress's form, but mostly, he was making his way down to her sweet, cute little ass.

Purring, the tiger made his movements as long and drawn out as possible. He made his sister gasp and moan in pleasure, nonverbally begging him to go on, to go further. His paws stroked up and down the female's sides, making her instinctively arch against him.

Soon, Sam was gently, affectionately planting any number of kisses and licks on the tigress's sweet, sexy ass. He wasn't submissive in general, and even then, he wasn't exactly letting Sara dominate him--this was just his way of spoiling her. She certainly seemed to like it, and moaningly purred, gently pressing her butt back against him.

The tiger's arms wrapped around her hips, and held her still in a sort of hug. Sara blushed, horribly, feeling his eyes on her, but rested in place, supporting her weight on her forearms. Soon, she let out a surprised "hyan!" of pleasure, feeling his tongue rasp, once, over her slit.

He'd been practicing his oral, recently, and Sara was feeling the full effects of her brother's efforts. She wriggled her hips, slightly, begging him to go deeper--which, all too gladly, he did. The tiger's tongue left his maw, snaking his way into Sara's hot, wet pink; it didn't take him a minute to find her G-spot.

Sam didn't bring her to a climax immediately, though. Not at all. Rather, he withdrew his head from between her legs, for a moment, and simply kiss at her thick, toned rump for a moment.

"Sara... you're one sexy tigress, you know that? I love you," he murmured. Again, Sam submissively nuzzled her ass, hugging her against him.

"Oh, Sam... you're so good, little bro... c'mon, please... give it to me..." She moaned. "I want to feel your tongue in my pussy, Sam... please..."

The tiger grinned, audibly, then complied. He shut his eyes to concentrate, not requiring sight to tell him that he was pleasing his sister. Her slight gyrations and quiet moans did the job well enough.

Sam was experienced enough to know how to make his normally scratchy tongue soft and velvety. His lips pressed against Sara's labia while he concentrated on locating her G-spot again. Once he was successful, the feline began to gently nudge it, periodically, in time with his sister's rhythmic waves of pleasure.

He paused, for a moment, cheekrubbing Sara's tight pussy. Then, with a purr, he delved into her again. His tongue made its way into the tigress and thrashed around, exotically, as if it was a live animal--Sara gasped and set her paw on the back of her little brother's head, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure.

"Oh my God, Sam... oh, yeah, little bro," she gasped, purring, sucking on her own finger as if it were the tiger's fat, hard cock. "Lick my G-spot... c'mon, little bro. Tongue-fuck me... oh, mmm..."

She moaned out loud as Sam nestled his head against her fur, enveloping her G-spot with his tongue. He licked the hard nub of pleasure from all sides, tugging at it, softly. The tigress climaxed a little at that--but Sam wasn't done.

His tongue slowly lolled out of her, allowing him to purr as he kissed at Sara's thick, toned ass again. He could see her blush as he did that, and smiled--Sara was incredibly beautiful and an amazing lay, but she was still sometimes shy.

"Sis, your ass... it's amazing," the tiger said. He set his paws around her sweet, soft folds, kneading her toned rump with his padded fingers. Then, he gave her butt a sharp smack, making the tigress gasp in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Fucking hot ass... mmm..."

He nipped at her rump, once, making her jump, slightly, before moaning again. Sam had turned over to lay on his back, hugging Sara around the back of her thighs. One watching the couple would see the tiger's white, furred chin bob up and down, slowly, as he began to suck at his sister's clit.

Working a female's clit was different from working any other of the many nubs of pleasure across the body, Sam noted. One had to be especially gentle, and half the pleasure, he believed, either came from anticipation or was psychological. Keeping that in mind, the tiger purred audibly and kissed at the union of Sara's legs and her groin, paws slowly stroking at her legs. It was a moment before a strand of his fur so much as brushed her clit, but when it did, the tigress moaned, jolted by a burst of pleasurably electricity sent up and down her spine by her loving brother.

Sam purred, audibly, and this allowed him to pleasure his sister in a rather different manner. She purred along with him, so that the felines' combined vibrations shook both of their bodies, making them blur for the several cameras that had been set up to capture their lovemaking.

The tiger pressed his cold, hard nose against her clit, slowly fucking her with his tongue and just one finger--she was extremely tight, though she'd experienced his thick cock at least once a day for more than three years. Rubbing her with his muzzle, Sam was careful not to graze her with his teeth; to avoid the danger, he began to use his lips again--Sara responded well, nipping her own finger as she ground against him in pleasure.

Her groin mashed up against his snout, so he didn't have to hold her particularly tightly to maximize their contact. The tiger, unlike his sister, didn't get off by giving oral--but he knew that his turn would come soon. For now, though, he concentrated on working Sara just right, playing her like a skilled professional--which he was.

The tigress's climaxes weren't explosive--she simply gasped, throwing her head back, hair tossed through the air. A relatively small amount of tangy, tasty juices leaked from her tight slit, only to be lapped up by her brother's loving, gentle tongue. She continued to moan and purr for as long as he remained there, nuzzling and kissing at her tight cunt.

"Oh, Sam," Sara sighed thankfully, wriggling her hips from side to side in the afterglow of her climax, "that was great, little bro..."

In response, the tiger simply purred and gave her ass another smack--she didn't jump, this time, but just laughed quietly and sat up, straddling his chest. Looking down at her brother, she ran her paws through his short, auburn hair, and the multicolored fur on his cheeks and head.

Sam looked up at his older sister. He actually felt like he was shorter than her again, though he recall that he'd surpassed Sara in height at the age of about ten. His soft mittens were still resting on her bubble ass, kneading the soft flesh once or twice. He saw her blush--he knew she felt so sexy when he worshipped her beautiful form like that, and he was only too glad to. After all, she literally bowed her head in deference to his cock all the time.

Soon, the tigress was resting on top of him, breasts pressed up against his broad, muscular shoulders. She kissed and licked all over his face, like a feline mother, and Sam purred softly in appreciation. Shutting his eyes, he allowed his loving sister to clean him up with her raspy but gentle tongue.

He was still wearing clothes, but Sara didn't mind. Knowing what her brother wanted without even brushing a paw over the massive bulge in his pants, the tigress smiled, and began to nuzzle her way down his built neck.

Sam simply lay still and shut his eyes, purring--he loved being spoiled like this, having every inch of him nuzzled. Jasmine only gave him such treatment when he asked for it, but Sara did it on her own accord--she was submissive like that.

Soon, the small tigress was burying her face into his abdomen. Sam ground his hips upward, hopefully, allowing the rock-hard bulge in his pants to nudge at Sara's breasts, but she just smiled up at him, asking to wait for a moment--a bit reluctantly, Sam nodded. He didn't regret his choice.

The tigress pulled his shirt up, but left it on, and kissed his fur directly. Rubbing her velvet-soft snout and cheeks against his torso, she made Sam bite back a laugh--he was still somewhat ticklish. Sara found that cute, and licked him for a long moment, trailing his tongue up from his groin almost to his neck.

She spent a few minutes kissing at his nipples, just to be a tease. Then, the tigress carefully pulled his shirt back down, and, finally, straddled his knees, giving her hair a toss as she prepared to suck him off again.

"I'm gonna make you cum buckets, little bro," the tigress purred, slowly unbuckling his pants, fingers dancing across the arousal still hidden from her. "Hope you're up to it..."

She got his pants undone, and, without waiting a second, tugged them down. His boxers soon followed, and the tigress purred as his fat cock flopped out, standing rigid in the air just for her.

Sam sat up a little, resting his back against the sofa's armrest, so that he could watch Sara go to work. He moaned very softly as she wrapped one paw around the lower third or so of his cock, throbbing at the slight touch.

She loved being able to turn him on like that, and stroked him slowly, softly, laying down on his legs. She looked into his eyes with a shy smile, and kissed at the side of his veined, hard cock for a moment.

"Sam, you're so fucking big... I can't get tired of your big fucking cock. It's amazing, little bro... and I mean that." She shut her eyes and stroked her tongue from the base of his member to its tip, pausing at the end to give it an affectionate, suckling kiss. The tigress let out a purr and proceeded to do the same with the other side of his cock, before nuzzling it, treating it like most females might treat a teddy bear.

Needless to say, Sam approved, and casually reached down to set his paw on his sister's head. A touch of red actually shaded his cheeks, for a moment, as she nuzzled against his furred appendage like a young cub, allowing her hair to glide between his fingers.

The tiger withdrew his paw, allowing Sara to take things at her own pace. As a result, she simply kissed and gently lapped at his member for over five minutes, caressing it in her by then wet, lubricated paws. Sam was enamored by his sister's ministrations, unable to take his eyes off her--the way she was building up to actual fellatio was astounding.

When the tigress finally slipped the head of his cock into her maw, his arousal was bigger than it ever had been before, or at least in a few weeks. Sara actually paused, for a moment, blushing, opening her eyes--she carefully took his cock out of her maw, and stared at it, stroking him slowly.

"W-wow, Sam," she said, laughing nervously, "I think you've grown, little bro... wow..." She gulped, staring at the almost fist sized cock head before her face. Sara was an experienced deepthroater, to be sure, but this... was a little much.

And yet, she had to try. For Sam's sake.

The tigress paused, for a few seconds, stretching her jaw in preparation to welcome that giant shaft into her maw. An audible click was heard, then Sara gave her hair a toss--she was as ready as she'd ever be.

She wrapped her lips around the very tip of Sam's cock, shutting her eyes as her tongue explored its contoured, barbed surface. Then, Sara began to push down, slowly; in seconds, her mouth was filled with the head and first two inches of her brother's member. Its rigid girth pushed her maw's capacity, but she persevered, and, murring deep in her throat, continued her descent.

Sam still had his paw on the back of his sister's head, but it was there more to yank her off if things got dangerous than anything else--he wasn't applying an ounce of pressure to her; he could feel his sister gag and cough around his thick member.

The female's eyes watered, but she managed to get Sam's extra-large cock all the way down into her throat. She pressed her cold, hard nose against his groin, several times, nuzzling the tiger's pubic fur a bit, before finally pulling away.

Her throat sore, Sara took a moment to relax, pumping at her brother's member with her paw. She swallowed the mixed fluid in her mouth--her own saliva, and Sam's pre-cum--and smiled up at her brother, kissing the side of his cock.

"How was that, little bro? I can't believe I just throated your big fucking cock. That was pretty intense..." She licked at the underside of his member, several times, teasingly, softly stroking its shaft.

"It was great, sis... mmmn... you're gonna make me cum..." He ground his hips upward, but then panted, calming down as Sara slowed her strokes down, squeezing at his member a bit.

"Not yet, little bro... like I said, I'm gonna make you cum buckets. You need a little more building up..." A bit apologetically, she smacked his cock against her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

"Alright... what did you have in mind, sis?" Sam toyed with a lock of the tigress's sleek hair, for a moment, as she moved forward, a bit, sloppily kissing his cock all over for a minute.

"How about a little titfucking? You like that... naughty little bro..." Sara set his shaft between her breasts, showing why she'd used so much spit just before. The tigress leaned down and teasingly sucked at Sam's barbed head, once, before kissing her own nipples teasingly.

The tiger didn't need to answer. He let his paw remain dominantly on Sara's head, holding her hair out of the way so he could watch as she used both paws to lasciviously rub both breasts against the sides of his shaft. He was easily big enough for her to slowly kiss and suckle at his cock's head at the same time.

Sara continued to massage his cock with her breasts for another moment, then changed things up somewhat. She used both paws to hold her tits around his shaft extra tight, and slid back and forth, looking naughtily up into Sam's eyes in the process. As a result, the tiger let out a low, long moan, his massive cock enveloped by his sister's chest.

"Do you like this, Sam? Do you like it when I fuck your big fucking cock with my tits?"

"Oh, shit, yeah... c'mon, sis, let me cum... please..." That was the first time in quite a few months that Sam had actually come so close to begging his sister for release--and much to her surprise, Sara found herself feeling empowered. She simply gave her brother's cock's head an affectionate lick, and shook her head.

"Not yet, little bro," she cooed. "But soon..."

Sam's ears nearly but didn't quite flatten. They did, however, perk up fully as his sister withdrew his cock from its happy embrace, and slapped its head against both of her breasts. In the process, she lapped at it and her nipple at the same time, causing a tablespoon or two of his thick, sweet cum to shoot over her chest.

Happily, the tigress sucked up the creamy fluid, continuing to please her brother with her paw. She noticed that he'd brought his massive cock under control, again; it was no longer overlarge. Now, she could handle it properly.

"Stand up, Sam... and fuck my face. Be as rough as you want," she said, shutting her eyes and bowing her head, rubbing his member all over her face in a self-degrading manner. "I'll like it any way you want to give it to me."

The tigress scooted back a little, giving her brother room to get to his feet, member brushing against her lips. Meekly, she looked up at the tiger as he rested both paws on her head, his erect cock nudging her mouth open.

Sara had to be careful not to graze her brother's sensitive organ with her sharp, deadly teeth as he began to rapidly, powerfully thrust in and out of her maw. Blushing at his obsession with her warm, wet, silky mouth, she shut her eyes as Sam repeatedly mashed her nose against his groin.

The tiger's heavy, full balls smacked against her chin until she reached up with a velvety paw, caressing them in her soft grip. Sam moaned, fingers interweaved with the tigress's hair, and thrust forward one last time--and stayed there. Forcing Sara's muzzle against his fur so hard that she couldn't breathe through her nose, the tiger held her like that, staring down at her meek expression--he murred, and continued to restrain the small female until she squirmed and gagged enough to let him know that he really ought to let her go.

Sara gasped for breath, massaging her throat with her neck, drooling a gloopy, opaque mixture of saliva and cum onto her breasts. She didn't have much down time, though--a moment after she'd nearly choked on her brother's cock, he was making rough, aggressive love to her submissive maw again.

The tigress let him ravage her as he would, stuffing her throat with his meaty rod. Looking up at him, she stroked his thighs and his muscular, toned rump a bit, purring, even as she was continuously forced to deepthroat his fat cock. She knew that her brother was relatively dominant--but she didn't foresee what he did next at all; it took her completely by surprise.

Pulling his member mostly out of the tigress's maw, so she could only suck at the head, Sam looked down at his sister. Then, he lightly, but very meaningfully slapped her on the cheek. The furriness of his paw and her face diminished the felt affect of the blow, but its meaning wasn't reduced in the slightest. Sara blushed so brightly that he could see it under her fur, unsure of how to react, for a moment, before purring, and bowing her head again, swiveling her lips around his cock.

Sam smirked to himself, watching as Sara reached out with her tongue to caress the base of his member. Soon, the tigress was looking back up at him, sloppily bobbing her maw up and down around him--he could feel his cockhead thrust past her gag reflex without the slightest reaction, and moaned, very quietly.

"Ooh," the tiger said, as Sara pulled away, slowly, loudly slurping up the mixture of sweet precum and saliva on his rod. "Shit, sis... you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard..."

"Soon, little bro," the tigress smiled, teasingly, before giving the side of his cock a kiss, then giggling, "but not yet."

Sam would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't so enamored by his sister's affection. She wrapped both of her paws around his cock in a sort of hug, looking up at him as she began to plant a series of kisses on its barbed, aroused head.

"Oh, Sam," she sighed, "I love your big fucking cock... I just can't get over it. I mean, I've been getting a taste of it every day for a coupla years, but you're so fucking big, little bro... I'll never get tired of your cock..."

Dirty talking was something Sam rarely did, but always appreciated. He displayed this with a series of soft, low purrs, petting his sister in an affectionate, loving manner--only she so regularly spoiled him like this.

"Keep going," Sam requested, quietly, "please, Sara? For me?"

The tigress smiled up at her bro; when he asked her like that, she couldn't refuse. So, after thinking, for a moment, Sara began to gently smack her cheek with his rigid shaft.

"You're so big," she said again, sucking at the head of his cock. "I mean... I can't get over how big you are, but that's not all... I love your cock, little bro. It feels so fucking good in my ass, my pussy, my tits, my paws, or my mouth... I love every vein," she purred.

"And I can't believe how much you can cum," she sighed, shutting her eyes to nuzzle his rod, moving down to suck one of his balls, then the other, into her maw. "It's fucking amazing... and kinda scary, at times. You're such a beast, Sam... I'm so lucky I get to touch your big fucking cock..."

Even Sam's ego needed a bit of stroking, at times, and Sara knew how to make even the tall, attractive tiger blush in embarrassment. He reached down, gently caressing her smallish face in his paw, lost for words--she made him feel so good, particularly downstairs.

"Sis, I'm gonna shoot off real soon... and it's going to be a lot. You're probably not gonna want to take it all into your mouth... not the safest idea..."

Sara let out a soft, girlish gasp of pleasure. Her reaction was only exaggerated in the slightest--she could tell from the way her brother's massive cock throbbed that he wasn't exaggerating. Caressing his balls with her paw, the tigress wriggled her head from side to side as she began to work on giving her brother's cock a semi-permanent home in her maw and throat.

Somehow, while rubbing her noise against his groin, Sara managed to use her tongue to stroke his cock. She'd gotten incredibly skilled with the soft, pink, prehensile organ, but this was incredible--Sam savored the strange but exotic feeling, both paws again resting on the top of his sister's head.

Sara had been fellating her brother for over half an hour, now, and even Sam couldn't take things for much longer. The tigress could, if she wanted, keep him hard for several hours, lightly pleasuring him the whole time--but the constant, intense work she applied to his cock couldn't be sustained forever.

"Oh, shit, Sara," Sam suddenly moaned, rapidly but shallowly thrusting in and out of his sister's throat, "I can't take this much longer... I'm gonna fuckin' explode..."

The tigress knew that he wasn't lying, and, a second later, had wisely withdrawn his cock from her maw. Pawing at him, rapidly, she rested on her knees, looking up at him, seeing him squirm in ecstasy.

"Is that it, Sam? Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna shoot your big fucking load all over me? Hmm?" she said naughtily, now using both paws, out of sync, to massage the tiger's huge shaft.

Sam couldn't look at his sister anymore--he threw his head upwards, eyes shut tightily, moaning loudly. All at once, he felt a great discharge, cumming so hard that he saw stars. He heard Sara gasp in surprise, but was only able to get his breathing under control enough to look down a moment later.

When he did, he was astounded by his sexual prowess. Sara sat before him, her face, chest, tummy, and even the tops of her thighs covered in his thick, tasty, creamy cum. Blushing heavily, the tigress started to lick herself off, before falling still and laughing up at Sam nervously.

"Oh, wow... there's so much cum, I... literally... don't know what to do..."

Sam laughed back down at his sister, just as nervously. He wasn't sure if she saw this as a turnoff, and he wasn't at all sure what he thought about it. The tiger was finding it hard to think straight, and collapsed onto the couch a moment later.

"Um... should I get you a towel or somethin'?" he asked a moment later--then jumped, as a voice behind him answered.

"That won't be necessary..."

Sam relaxed as he felt his mother's paw rub his head, gently, but mrowled in protest as she toyed with his keen, velvety ears. Jasmine laughed in a motherly way, and leaned down to share a tender kiss with her exhausted son--then, she suddenly deepened it, sucking on his tongue aggressively, so much so that Sam squirmed almost in protest, paws flailing about around him.

The tigress smirked down at him in a predatory manner, then gave his cheek a lick, before making her way to Sara.

She was dressed in a pair of cotton pajama pants, and that was all. Nude from the waist up, her toned tummy and marvelous breasts were plainly on view as she gave her silky, sleek hair a toss, kneeling next to her daughter. Sara just seemed confused, for a moment, tilting her head even as she smiled in response to the kiss her mother favored her with.

"Poor baby," Jasmine cooed. "Look at what your brother has done... I suppose I'll have to clean you up..."

Sam could hardly watch as his mother's striped, orange back arched, allowing her to lick, kiss, and slurp the cum off of her daughter's form. The scene was absolutely exotic, and the tiger made a mental note to himself that they'd have to get it from a better angle, someday--that was his last thought, though. Sleep overtook the tiger, while Jasmine cleaned her daughter's cleavage out with her tongue.

Preparations had taken over a month of time and several thousand dollars. Sam had overseen most of it--after all, any mistakes could be very, very painful. Or worse.

The family was in studio that they'd rented for just this purpose, along with several professional cameramen. Not only did they want this scene to be madly profitable, they hoped to snag a few awards with it as well. Sara wouldn't be performing--but she'd won FVN awards for oral scenes several times. Sam and Jasmine wanted their pieces of the pie, too.

The set-up was a bar of some sort, after it had closed down. Carefully adjusted lighting was designed to draw the audience's focus towards the "characters"--Sam and his mother.

The tiger was dressed in all black; a pair of slacks and a tucked in shirt with a leather belt and oxfords. None of these would last long, and Sam rather wondered why he wasn't to enter the scene naked, if just to save time. It was probably some bullshit about how porn flicks that disguised themselves for several seconds before the sex started tended to do better--he still didn't understand why that was so.

For her part, Jasmine was wearing a tight black dress that would have made females far less attractive than her eye-poppingly sexy. The brown-haired tigress looked incredible in it; its form-fitting cloth showed off her big, perfectly-shaped tits that hadn't at all sagged with age well, as well as her toned, trim waist and her voluptuous hips. Stroking her hair, for a moment, she got down on her knees before a soft, padded chair, and set her paws on her thighs, shutting her eyes for a moment. Though the scene would start out normally, she and Sam had planned for things to quickly spiral out of control.

Sam looked at the cameraman, questioningly. After a few final technical checks, then glanced back, all giving the tiger thumb's up--everything was ready.

He paused, for a minute, to take a few deep breaths, air-boxing to psyche himself up. It never worked, though Max recommended it as a good way to avoid nervousness and act naturally. Maybe today would be an exception.

After another moment, Sam walked forward. For the moment, he was keeping very, very careful control of his actions--his gait was neither too fast nor too slow; he looked like exactly what he was: a young male knowing that he was about to get great head no matter what he did.

Picking his way through the overturned chairs and tables of the faux restaurant, Sam didn't strut, not quite, but it was clear that he was pleased. Jasmine was almost never submissive, and to see her waiting for him, on her knees, head bowed, made the tiger's cuffed tail twitch eagerly.

Though the tigress could hear Sam approaching, and could tell from her powerful nose that he was already somewhat aroused, she didn't react, and simply sat still, until, a moment later, the tiger set his soft, furred paw on her head, caressing her as if she a young cub.

Jasmine might have been annoyed by that, normally, but now, she simply slowly looked up at her son, allowing her hazel brown eyes to travel over the nicely defined muscles of his legs and abs and neck, before she gave a low, aroused purr that made the fur on the back of Sam's neck stand on end.

Affectionately, the tigress nuzzled her son's paw, shutting her eyes again as she allowed his furred appendage to caress every inch of her face and head. She even kissed his soft mitten, once or twice, before looking back into his eyes with a lustrous expression on her face.

"I want you to shoot it into my mouth, Sam..." the tigress murmured, reaching forward to caress the bulge in his pants, before pulling her paw back as if she were forbidden from touching him yet. "And then... I'm going to swallow it."

Sam looked down at Jasmine without a trace of emotion, as if he was deciding whether or not to allow her to suck his cock. Pleadingly, Jasmine nuzzled his paw a bit more vigorously, then came up, sucking at his thumb.

"Please, Sam... I want to swallow it all..."

"Every drop?" the tiger murmured. He looked down at his mother again, slowly moving his paw to the back of her head. He held her hair tightly, so that her fur was stretched, showing off her stunning facial structure, every bone of which at least one of the rotating, moving cameras captured.

"Yes, my dear... every drop..." Jasmine purred again, looking up at him with a begging expression so sincere that even Sam was sure that it was real--but this was his mother. Naturally, she wasn't nearly this submissive, ever... was she?

Sam wasn't sure if he'd ever find out, but, for now, the tiger was content with curtly nodding, then stepping past his mother to sit down, yanking her towards him, somewhat--he hadn't let go of her hair.

Jasmine didn't complain in the slightest; instead, she simply purred again and took her place between her son's legs. Sam watched the shadow of one camera on the floor, for a second, then moved his head to the side, just a little, so that one of the views captured on film would be POV.

The massive bulge in the tiger's pants somewhat prevented him from seeing his mother, at least for the moment. The tigress was nuzzling every inch of him, rubbing the insides of his thighs with her cheeks, snout, and forehead. In moments, she was pressing her own face against the taught piece of fabric that still concealed Sam's fat cock, and the tiger couldn't help but wonder if Sara had taken a growth hormone, gotten her fur dyed, and adopted an accent overnight.

One camera drifted past Sam and his mother on a track, zooming in on Jasmine's enraptured expression. It slowed down to focus as the tigress sighed softly, pleasured, and rested her cheek against the fat bulge in Sam's pants, hugging him around the waist.

For his part, the tiger purred, deep in his throat, idly stroking his mother's dark hair. For the moment, he was content with letting her snuggle against his cock, gently kissing the nearly ripped fabric from time to time. Sam knew that she loved him, but still wasn't quite sure how far she was willing to go to show it.

After a few moments, Sam firmly gripped Jasmine's hair, and pulled her back so that the tip of her cold, wet nose was only barely nudging against the bulge in his pants. He'd stroked her somewhat wavy brown locks out of the cameras' view seconds before, and now looked down at his mother, speaking in a stage whisper.

"Is that how bad you want my cock?" he murmured, moving one paw to his zipper, toying with it, teasing his mother. "Are you really willing to nuzzle my balls to get it into your mouth?"

Jasmine blushed, under her fur, and the bright lighting that beamed down only on her and Sam showed this, well. She swallowed, gathering her nerves, and, after glancing away, for a moment, looked back up at Sam--then, she nodded once, very quickly.

Sam could see how much effort it took his mother to play her part, for the moment. Soon enough, she'd be able to go crazy--perhaps literally. For now, though, that brief nod wasn't nearly enough, so the tiger shook his own mother, just for a few seconds, and glared down at her.

"Say it... Jasmine..."

Sam wasn't sure what made him say that. He and Jasmine had gone over what was and wasn't off limits for this shoot, and, somehow, he'd forgotten to ask whether or not he could use his own mother's first name. Ah, well... if Jasmine was truly offended by it, she'd punish him after the shoot, or get revenge on him in it. Either way, the tiger was grateful to be able to say it with impunity, at least for the moment--he'd fantasized about dominating his mother in this manner for a very long time, even if she was really hamming up any natural submission she had for the shoot.

The tigress blinked when her son addressed her by her first name--then, though, she blushed, and bowed her head in deference to him. He was in charge--at least, for now.

"S-Sam... please, I..." she swallowed, then leaned forward, resting the concealed head of his fat cock against her forehead. She then murmured something that the tiger wouldn't have heard, if it wasn't for the earbuds planted within the soft folds of his ears themselves--what she said was recorded, but Sam decided to really push it.

He reached down and slapped his own mother across the face--hard. If the tiger had extended his claws for the strike, Jasmine would have gotten several nasty cuts--as it was, three or four telltale red lines ran across her face as she turned, gasping.

Sam hadn't actually hurt her. He, like the tigress, was wearing safety covers over his claws. The devices were generally reserved for cubs, but he'd gotten some made especially for this scene--and tipped with red pigment. In short, they could literally draw fake blood with ease and without risk.

Jasmine gasped when her own son hit her, and, for just a moment, snarled up at him. At the unfamiliar expression on his face, and the dominance in his eyes, though--she quickly folded, and blushed. Again, the tigress rested her face against the massive but still growing bulge in Sam's pants--but this time, she spoke so that he and the rest of the world could hear her.

"Sam," the tigress said, quietly, before nuzzling, roughly, at the concealed monolith, "I live for your cock. Please, let me have it; I'll do anything... I'll nuzzle your balls gladly, Sam... please, let me have it..."

In response to treatment like this, the tiger generally would have stopped his mother and hugged her for a long, long time, before making sweet, sensual love to her--now, though, he had to be basically an asshole. So, after a moment, Sam reached to the back of the tigress's neck. Once he found the loose tuft of fur that had allowed her to be easily transported when she was a cub, so long ago, he gripped it tightly and pulled.

Jasmine was pressed underneath his masculine parts with such force that, for a moment, she couldn't breathe. For Sam, this wasn't a particularly enjoyable act--it was actually somewhat uncomfortable. But feeling and hearing his mother struggle, briefly, before submitting and simply drinking in his scent while purring softly made it rather worth it.

Sam let the tigress fall back, after a moment; his paw moved from the scruff of her neck to her hair. Looking down at her with a hard expression, he watched as Jasmine met his eyes once, blushed, then looked down again.

She released his member from its cloth prison slowly, punctuating every motion with a cheekrub or kiss to the concealed length. After a full minute, Sam's pants were finally down at about thigh level, though he was still wearing a pair of simple cotton boxers.

Jasmine stared at the huge bulge before her for a long, long moment. Her paw was wrapped ever so lightly around the base of the monster--one camera on a moving boom slowly made its way past as the tigress stroked it, twice, before bowing her head again and touching her forehead against Sam's thickened head.

"Oh, Sam," the tigress said, with a soft, purring sigh, "you're so big. It's amazing..." She looked up at him; the cameras were still focused on her as she slowly raked her tongue over him from the base of his member to the very tip, ending the lick with a soft, loving kiss.

Sam's paws moved forward, and it was a moment before one camera's angle changed to capture the expression on his face--it was not one of warmth or love. This, however, could be assumed: the tiger had taken his mother's hair into both of his paws, stroked it into a sloppy ponytail, then again mashed her snout and forehead against the monster still concealed from her.

"Purr, you slut," the tiger murmured--she wouldn't have heard it; his forearms had pressed against her ears. But the earbuds did their job, and, after a moment, Jasmine managed to purr at the feeling of being squeezed and pressed in such a demeaning fashion.

Sam didn't release her quickly, though. It wasn't until the slight vibrations managed to display a sort of desperation that he slowly allowed his mother to pull back--though he didn't let her go without grabbing her jaw in his paw and speaking to her disrespectful, a threatening snarl in his voice.

"I'm doing you a big favor by letting you suck my dick, Jasmine... don't try to take advantage of me." To show that he was serious, Sam extended his claws.

At the sight of such vicious weapons pressing against her face, the tigress froze in fear and simply nodded, her face hot to the touch. She felt the brief plastic coverings over Sam's claws rake through her facial fur and knew that he'd "cut" her again--to make things even more realistic, she gasped, as if in pain, consciously willing her tail to lash about even more than it already was.

He released her again, though, glaring down at her until the cameras turned away from him--at that, he chanced a brief, thankful smile that gave his mother the nerve to continue.

Jasmine unbuttoned his boxers slowly, unsnapping the catches one by one. When she finally allowed the cool air of the restaurant to strike his cock for the first time, Sam shifted his hips, slightly, sitting upright--his mother had promised him the blowjob of his life.

And he didn't think that she'd disappoint.

Her right paw was on his hip while her left paw slowly, testingly glided over his member. The silky, soft surface of her paw smoothed over the engorged veins and barbs that covered the tiger's member up to its smooth, perfectly-shaped head as Jasmine leaned forward as if to plant a kiss on his cock.

She seemingly changed her mind halfway through, though, and moved her head down somewhat. She brought her other paw forward to ease Sam's balls from his boxers, cupping them in her appendage with a soft, pleasured "ooh" as she felt their weight press again her paw.

Jasmine looked up at him, then, still somewhat wary of being so submissive for any amount of time. Sam nodded out of the view of the cameras--and, after a heartbeat of hesitation, the tigress was planting a series of soft, affectionate kisses all over her son's furred sack.

The lipstick she was wearing was useful in that it showed her exactly where she had and hadn't pressed her lips against him. Blushing heavily, Jasmine spent several moments lovingly kissing Sam's balls before she had the nerve to go forward with a line of explicitly dirty talking that she'd thought of some minutes before.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Sam," she said. Turning up at the tiger, she looked into his eyes while the camera next to his head caught every aspect of her enraptured expression. "Your balls... so amazing. How much cum are they producing just for me?... I can't wait to find out."

"You will, you submissive little slut," the tiger said, somehow managing to ignore the fear that he'd pay dearly for that comment soon enough. "If you earn it," he added.

Jasmine's response to that casual threat stunned Sam--even though she was really, really playing the submissive for this scene, he'd never thought that she was capable of nuzzling his member vigorously, begging him to at least give her a chance in the most intimate way.

"Oh, Sam," the tigress sighed, holding his member to the side of her face and snuggling against it, kissing its fat base sloppily for a few moments, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Let me get your cock all over my face, please?..."

She smiled up at the tiger, blushing--Sam could only nod, awed at the possibility that--his mother was actually getting into her role?

The head of his cock entered Jasmine's mouth slowly, before exiting just as reluctantly. A camera directly to the side of the tigress made it clear just how big Sam's member was in comparison to her mouth--she had to open it quite wide to allow him entry. The visible bulge in her striped cheek showed precisely how deep she was taking her son--not very for the moment.

Jasmine didn't wear makeup, and a few close-ups at the beginning of the scene as well as several HD photos made that undeniable. What made her fur lie flat and smooth against the perfect angles of her facial bones was a thick, sweet mixture of precum and saliva, courtesy of Sam's member and her own sloppy efforts. For several moments, the tigress had alternated giving the tiger's member wet, long kisses and rubbing her face all over it. In the process, she'd coaxed a full tablespoon of cum from him, happily washing her face with his thick seed.

Now, Jasmine was under Sam's cock, resting the shaft against her face as she sucked on each of his balls individually. She looked up at him once, blushed, then shut her eyes.

"Please, Sam, I need you to hit me with your cock... beat my face with your beautiful sword, Sam. I deserve it..." The tigress bowed her head and rubbed his member against her eyes, kissing it a few times, before blushing and falling still.

For a moment, though, Sam didn't move. So, Jasmine swallowed, once, then forced past her own embarrassment with a sudden burst of effort.

"Discipline me, Sam... injure me with your cock, please... I'm... begging you..."

Now, the tiger complied. At first, he intended to be gentle--after all, everything he did to his mother would be paid back in kind soon enough. Then, he decided--fuck it. He'd enjoy things as much as he could while he had the chance.

He reached down and tugged at his mother's head, tilting her head back. Then, moving his left paw out of the way, he took his member into his right hand and stroked himself, for a moment, just to reach optimal hardness again. His mother looked up at him expectantly, eyes opening, briefly as she purred at the sight of the huge meatsick being pumped in front of her.

A second later, she almost fell to the side with the power of Sam's blow. Gasping in pain, Jasmine set a paw to her cheek--she wasn't bleeding, but that had been extremely painful. Panting, slightly, she looked up at Sam--and he looked back down at her with a questioning expression. If she could take it, he'd continue... and a scene of such rough cockslapping would be looked on by the critics very well indeed.

Discretely, Jasmine nodded, and prostrated herself before the tiger again, nuzzling his member to show that she could take it. After giving her hair a toss, the tigress supported herself on her paws as well as her knees, eyes shut tightly to prevent any unfortunate accidents.

After taking that sight in for a few moments, Sam stood up the slightest bit and did as he was asked. He'd almost never cockslapped his mother before--but now, the tiger's member was smacking her face repeatedly, striking each side with such force that soon, Jasmine was moaning in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain.

When Sam was finished, his member--like Jasmine's face--was reddened and throbbing somewhat painfully, but both felines' lusts had only increased. Sam wasn't sure what was going on, but he liked it, and he was almost certain that his mother did as well. It was extremely hard to act so convincingly, even for veterans like them--Jasmine was almost certainly purring genuinely, panting, dazed but pleasured from the rough cockslapping.

It was a moment before the tigress recovered enough to realize that Sam was looking at her, concerned, with one paw on her head and the other on his member. She looked up at him, blushed, and then began to kiss at the underside of the tiger's shaft. She did so quite loudly, slowly getting on her knees again to rest her paws on his thighs.

"Thank you, Sam," Jasmine murmured softly, almost inaudibly. She purred loudly and opened her eyes to intimately look into her son's as she slowly licked from the base of his shaft to the very tip. She paused, then, and wetly encircled his head with her tongue several times, exploring its impressive contours with her maw.

For his part, Sam was breathing heavily from both the exertion of beating his mother about the face with his member and the excitement she was awakening in him. He set both of his paws on her head and stroked her, for a moment, as if she was a small cub--and the manner in which she nuzzled into his petting paws made it clear, at least to him, that this was no act. Jasmine... had a submissive side, apparently.

The tiger stood up, then, towering over his mother as she meekly looked up at him with her maw quite full with his thick meatstick. In a calm but assertive tone, he ordered her to lock her paws behind her back, which she shortly did. This distracted the tigress--what happened next shocked her.

Sam--her own son--spat in her face. Before Jasmine could get over that, though, he further demeaned her by pulling his member from the warm, silky wet embrace of her maw and resting it across her face. She was under his cock, but Sam went a step further than that, even.

"You smell like my cock, you disgusting whore," the tiger sneered. "Do you realize that? You got my scent into your own face. How does that make you feel, Jasmine?"

For a moment, Sam was worried that he really had crossed the line. He could see his mother shaking, her paws curled into fists, and felt real fear for a second--his member was out and exposed; if Jasmine tried to, she could really, seriously hurt him.

Something had been crushed in her, though. Although the tension lasted for a moment, in the end, Jasmine simply blushed hotly and bowed her head. She leaned forward and nuzzled Sam's balls gently, repeatedly, daring to go against his previous command and hug him around the waist.

"I love it," the tigress purred, apparently enamored with her son. She sucked on each of his massive balls individually, pausing to glance into a camera positioned just next to her as she took one into her maw and then let it out again with a wet pop. "Sam... I love everything you do to me. Please don't hold back..." She looked up at him, past his cock, and then gave the bottom of his shaft a loud, loving kiss. "Do anything you want to me, Sam. This night... it's all yours."

To show that she really was serious, Jasmine reached up to where the tiger's saliva had landed--on her cheek--and carefully picked it off with her fingers. She then opened her maw wide and licked his spit from her own silky digits. She swallowed so that he could see it, and then rubbed the fat head of his cock against her eyes, smiling and licking at it the whole time through.

There was a table nearby. Sam took his mother by the hair and led her, crawling on all fours, to a position perhaps a foot from the article of furniture. He then picked her up, bodily, and set her back down with her head dangling off the edge of the wooden top. Jasmine was careful to work with the tiger, purring the whole time--they'd practiced long and hard to make sure that she could be made to look as if Sam was flipping her around without any significant effort.

The two felines made eye contact with one another. It was a bit awkward, since Jasmine was upside down, but Sam had to make sure that he hadn't harmed his mother. He saw the tigress's hot, lusty gaze meet his and knew that he'd done well--so he continued, reaching down to the tigress's great breasts as two cameras took position next to her to watch what was going to happen next.

Although Sarah liked throatfucking, Jasmine found it pretty boring, if not an outright turn-off. She enjoyed giving her son oral while looking into his eyes--that was a lot more intimate, and, of late, she'd actually found herself enjoying it on a physical as well as a psychological level. But, as she'd said... this night was all Sam's. Well, not really--but for the moment, it was.

Jasmine's paws were seen feeling around until they rested on top of Sam's, guiding and encouraging him to knead her breasts rather roughly. She was a tough female, she could take it--but when the tiger gave her chest an open-handed slap, she did gasp with a slight amount of pain in her voice. She immediately purred, however, and one camera placed behind and below Sam captured her reaching out with her tongue for the huge, heavy meatstick that the tiger was still keeping just out of her reach.

Sam ground forward, a little bit, and the feeling that resulted would have made most males cum within seconds. It even made the tiger let out a low, almost inaudible moan--the feeling of his mother sucking hard on the union of his shaft and his head was almost too good to describe. Sam enjoyed that, for several long seconds, before forcefully pulling his cock out of her maw with a loud pop.

"Submissive little whore," the tiger murmured, as he pawed off directly in front of his mother's face, feeling her tongue lash out over his knuckles. His free paw was still at the tigress's breasts, but, after a moment of consideration, he reached down, somewhat and took her throat into his grasp.

He was very gentle, although it didn't look it. Jasmine made sure to gasp, loudly, and then breath more quietly--which was a feat, considering how aroused she was by that point. One of her velvety, feminine paws slipped down from her chest to in between her legs, and when it disappeared into the black, unseen folds of her dress, she ground both her hips and her chest upward, letting out soft, hungry moans of pleasure and anticipation.

Sam proceeded to cockslap his mother again, although perhaps not in the strictest sense of the term. It would be more accurate to say that he anointed her with his hard, throbbing member--he gently but firmly smacked it all over her face, rubbing all of the teaspoon or so of fresh precum he produced into her fur with the thick part of his shaft just below his head. Following that, he spent a few moments rubbing his cock against his mother's eyes and snout, hearing her purr audibly in response to the demeaning treatment.

The tiger was ready to explode at any time, but he did have to make love to his mother's mouth before he could cum for the first time that evening. So, after stroking himself a few times and smacking his cock against Jasmine's lips, he slowly slid his member inside her.

Fucking a willing and skilled mouth was just as good, if not better than doing the same to a pussy, in Sam's opinion. There was far more the female could do, after all, to please him, and Jasmine was an oral master. Sam mated her maw slowly, and somewhat shallowly, in comparison to the size of his cock--every time he felt the barbed tip approach the back of her throat, he pulled back to avoid making the tigress gag or choke.

Jasmine's technique, then, was not optimized for maximum pleasure (although Sam barely knew it). She was as sloppy as possible; the movements of her tongue around Sam's cock were accentuated so that they could be recorded on film. Sam continued to grope her breasts--she alternated between helping him with that happy task and playing with her own nether regions, all the while looking deep into whatever camera's lone eye was the closest. She had never been very good at achieving intimacy with the audience--but she was learning well.

A few times, Sam pulled his member out of Jasmine's maw. This gave the tigress time to catch her breath and moan, all the while arching her head so that she could lick the head of his cock in an attempt to coax it back where it belonged. She did nothing to stop the strands of precum and saliva produced by her affections from snapping and landing messily across her face--and so after repeating that happy pattern for a moment or two, Sam took things to the next level.

His mother was groping herself alone, now, as he had both of his paws on her throat. He clung her fur entirely--that was a convincing way of faking a chokehold, and it didn't hurt or distract Jasmine at all. Better yet, it meant when Sam pushed his hips forward and, for the first time, allowed his cock to enter Jasmine's throat, at least two camera's picked up the unmistakable bulge of his endowment in Jasmine's throat.

The tigress could only deepthroat Sam once, however, before he had to pull out of her maw and let her breathe. She did so heavily and loudly, and was cut off from compliments to the tiger's member and how its barbs felt as they rubbed against her throat when he entered her again.

Soon, Sam was purring in pleasure and murring in approval when he saw the outline of his thick cockhead deep in his mother's throat. He was at the very base of her neck--she was, after all, quite a tall female, and Sam was pretty sure she was testing her physical limits as it was. Her lips sucked him further in, however, so he appeased her and let her kiss the base of his member around his cock.

Just to see what Jasmine really was capable of, Sam did not pull out immediately. He felt Jasmine squirm two seconds later, and hastily thrust backward--but her paws planted themselves on his rump and pulled him back in. She was struggling, but she wasn't gagging--impossibly, Jasmine was deepthroating him properly, while he throatfucked her. Sam was almost wide-eyed in awe, and as the seconds ticked on, Jasmine really upped the ante by setting a paw on her own throat and massaging the head of Sam's cock through her own flesh.

"Shit, M--Jasmine," Sam murmured, intoxicated by the kinky act, "I am gonna paint your face..." The tiger ground against her maw, for a moment, realizing that his balls had come to rest on the tigress's eyes. She responded in approval by planting a series of loving butterfly kisses all over Sam's heavy sac--and this made the tiger purr, involuntarily, before finally sliding his cock out of his mother's mouth. She'd taken it and owned it for a full fifteen seconds.

He gave her breasts a smack so that she'd turn over--by the time the tigress was on her belly, looking up at her son, Sam was stroking himself off right in front of her face.

With great anticipation in her expression, the tigress looked up at her son as if he was some sort of God. Purring deeply, she nuzzled against the swaying tip of his member as he continued to run his paw up and down the length of his shaft, begging for him to bless her with his cum.

And, in time, he did. Sam's issue sprayed all over Jasmine's face, covering her from forehead to chin with at least a tablespoon of his seed per inch of her face. To further coax cum from the tiger, Jasmine had cupped out her paws before her and bowed her head; that served the dual purpose of preventing any cum from falling off her face for very far.

Sam was panting by the time he was finished; his reddened member throbbed in the air--but stiffened up, rigidly, as he watched what happened next. Jasmine began to rub her face, effectively washing her fur with his cum, leaving her sticky and smelling heavily of the tiger's own thick, musky seed. She continued this act for a long moment--and then made Sam's eyes widen as she got down on her belly before him and licked his cum off the floor, hugging and nuzzling at his feet.

(Can't give any promises on the next update, but you've waited nine months for this. You can wait a bit more. ;D)