Rise and Shine
While visiting his family at home, Kemper finds himself in an intensely intimate moment... though, not with who he expected. o.o
This story was written for Kemper as part of my Patreon request days for March 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and incest. :3
Rise and Shine
Whenever Kemper and Shelby returned home to visit their family, it meant several things. First, it meant that their mother slipped back into old routines from their younger years, prior to leaving for college and their own lives. Almost every morning they'd receive a knock on their bedroom doors, and a warm cheery call of the same words.
"Wakey-wakey, rise and shine!"
Secondly, it meant that the siblings would inevitably find themselves seeking moments alone. Moments to share in the secret, taboo nature that their relationship had taken on over the last year or so. When their parents were out, or busy, or otherwise more or less guaranteed to give them twenty or thirty minutes of peace, they'd find a quiet bedroom or slip into the bathroom together, and wouldn't emerge until they were red in the face and thoroughly, mutually satisfied. Unfortunately however, thanks to their mother's habit of wishing them a good night and rousing them from bed in the mornings, it made it more or less impossible for them to actually make use of their beds at either end of the day.
Unless, of course, one of them got up especially early in order to do so.
"O-ohh..."
Kemper moaned as he was drawn out of his slumber by an all too pleasant sensation. The warmth, the wetness, the stimulation of a toothy maw wrapping itself carefully around his cock, and a rough tongue beginning to devotedly tease and caress his morning wood. Peering down the length of his bed, the room still mostly dark with only what looked to be the first rays of dawn's light illuminating things, he could see a lump under his sheets. A lump that was gently rising and falling, bobbing up and down in time with the motion of the muzzle wrapped around his shaft. He whimpered again, louder this time, and the muzzle froze. When his hand drifted down the sheets and began to stroke the head in question through the soft material however, it resumed its work, and continued as Kemper purred happily under his breath.
"That feels... ahh, amazing. Please don't stop."
He heard a soft whine of delight in response, a little deeper and huskier than he was used to hearing, but that was easily explained by the blanket separating him from Shelby. He continued to rub his sister's head affectionately through the sheets, only ceasing that when one of her hands wrapped around the swelling knot at the base of his member. His back arched, and his eyes bulged as she squeezed and caressed that hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves. A strangled, barely stifled yelp escaped him, and his hand delved under the covers instead.
"God. Oh god, Shelby. You're gonna make me cum. Ahh... t-that feels so, so..."
He stroked her soft fur. He cupped her face as she squeezed his knot and suckled upon the shaft of his cock. But then, as he felt the shape of her features beneath his trembling digits, and as the figure heard him moan his sister's name, they both stopped. Kemper's eyes widened in shock, in confusion as he caressed the now motionless face whose muzzle was still wrapped around his erection, seeking out the identifiable tactile points that he knew to be present upon his sister's features from having known her his entire life, never mind the last year or so of their far more intimate relationship. They weren't there. Not because it was the morning and he was still a little foggy headed, not because Shelby's fur might have been somewhat tousled or for any other conceivable reason why they would be temporarily absent or unable to be located. Indeed, there was only one reason why it didn't feel like the face he was stroking belonged to his sister.
Kemper pulled back the bedsheets with a strangled cry of shock, and stared in stunned, overwhelmed wonder at the pair of wide green eyes peering back up at him. At the plump, softened and slightly greying features of her oh so familiar face. At her long, ponytail wrapped hair, and the lips that had called out to him with wakey wakey, rise and shine so many mornings for so many years... now wrapped around his cock and pursed, poised to continue doing so even now. He stared at his mother. At Christine. And of course, he moaned the only word that came to mind in that moment.
"M-mom?"
With a soft, slurping pop, Kemper's mother pulled her lips away from his thick and throbbing cock. Her tongue ran across those lips, sweeping up glistening droplets of saliva and pre-cum that had begun to drool down from the corners of her maw. A moment later, before Kemper could do anything more to react, she was crawling up his body. Pulling herself up from where she had been crouched over her son's lap to reveal that she wasn't wearing her normal thick, fluffy nightgown, but a silky negligee which did little to hide her curvaceous figure and her buxom chest. Soon she was straddling Kemper completely, looming down over him face to face. He could smell his own cock on her breath, he could see lust shimmering in her eyes just as he had seen it within his sister's gaze on countless occasions.
Kemper knew he should have been freaked out. But, then again, he knew he should have been freaked out in theory by sleeping with his sister too. Quite honestly and quite simply though, he didn't. He just... didn't. There was shock, yes. Instinctive embarrassment too at the idea of his mother seeing his erect cock, never mind wrapping her lips around it. But more so than that, there was unfathomably intense excitement, and curiosity as to why she was doing this. Why she would dare to take this risk.
"Do you remember Christmas, Kemper? How on Christmas morning your father and I were having a lie in, and how you crept into your big sister's bedroom... and the two of you rang in the season together, the way I know you've done many times since?"
His mother's voice was one long deep, sultry purr. It sent lustful tremors racing down Kemper's spine and up through his throbbing, now suddenly unattended cock. He whimpered bashfully, already knowing what was coming, and nodded.
"I got up to use the bathroom. I was walking past her door. You didn't even close it behind you. I heard purring. Giggling. Moaning. I shouldn't have, but... I looked. I thought I was going to see my daughter masturbating. I told myself I was happy she had a healthy sex drive, that I had raised a daughter who wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of her body. Instead... I saw my son's ass wiggling in the air, and his hand pumping his cock as he ate his big sister out. For ten minutes I stood and watched you, until my pussy was so soaking wet I was afraid you'd smell me from all the way across the room. I went to the bathroom... and I masturbated. I pushed my fingers up inside myself, and I imagined that they were you. Your cock. My own son's cock. Fucking me, humping me until I... until I squirted harder than I had in months, with or without your father's help."
Christine paused, shuddering visibly and panting as she tried to catch her breath, overwhelmed by the simple retelling of her truth. Finally she drew in a deep breath, let it out again with a ragged, lustful groan, and purred down at her handsome, all grown up son once more.
"I've caught you a dozen times since then, but you two were always far too busy... far too focused on what you were doing to notice me. So I wanted to do something that you couldn't ignore. S-something you couldn't miss. Because... oh, Kemper. My sweet boy, Kemper. I love you, and your sister so much. And I don't care what you do together, so long as you love each other, respect each other, and look after each other like you always have. All I want, a-all I hope I can ask from you... is whether there's a place in your heart to share this part of your life with me too. To show me the kind of love and care you show your sister. I never wanted it before I first saw you together. I never even considered it. But... now? I can't get you out of my head. I can't stop thinking about watching my son and daughter fuck, and how much I want to be a part of that with you. So... please. Please, Kemper. Either tell me you don't feel that way about me, so I know I just have to make my peace with it. Or... o-or..."
Her voice trailed off in desperate hope, but it didn't matter. She didn't need to say it. She didn't need to express her desperate need out loud.
Kemper growled tenderly, grasped at his mother's shoulders, and rolled her over until she was beneath him on the soft mattress of his bed. Now he loomed over her. Now he pressed his body down against hers, and as one of his hands fell down to her plump stomach and beyond, he felt the fabric of her negligee give way to... absolutely nothing. The male sabretooth purred loudly, and a moment later his hands were spreading her legs. His eyes were piercing deep down into her own, and he was nodding, snarling passionately as he guided her legs wider and wider apart, and lowered his hips towards hers.
"Mom..."
He moaned as his cock brushed against soft fur which soon gave way to warm, damp, swollen flesh. Christine mewled softly, and craned her neck up to lavish her son's face with tender, adoring strokes of her tongue.
"Yes. Oh, Kemper. Do it. Put it in. F-fuck me. Ohh... ohhh god... f-fuck mommy... my sweet boy..."
Their eyes widened. Their bodies shook. Kemper pressed downward. Christine arched her back, her hips up.
They grunted in frenzied, joyous unison. In a moment of sweet, perfect union the likes of which they had never dreamed of feeling with their mother, with their son.
And outside the bedroom door, staring through the mere crack by which it was open, Shelby watched. Trembling, gasping, unable to believe what she was seeing. Unable to conceive that she had come to wake Kemper up with a secret, early morning blow-job... only to see, to hear, to witness everything their mother had said to him.
With one hand leaning against the door frame, and the other down the front of her panties, Shelby quaked and fought back whimpers of pleasure as she watched her brother start to fuck their mom. And as she did so, she fantasised. She hoped. She wished to herself that tomorrow morning, it would be her bed into which their beautiful, sexy mother might creep next.
By Jeeves
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