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This story was written for Draegwolf in February 2020! It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, bondage, orgasm denial and incest. :3

A Baker's Dozen

Lycan whined in a mixture of embarrassment and desire as his mother walked into the room. For the last eternity, though given by what she and Shayla had told him as they strapped him to the bed earlier on probably only an hour of actual time, he had been bound by his wrists and ankles to the frame of his own bed. Lying there, naked and trembling while wrapped around the head of his cock, an egg vibrator buzzed at a still irresistibly arousing but overall incredibly low setting. He was so hard, so desperate to cum, and seeing his mother walk into the room without a stitch of clothing on her mature but still beautiful body his humiliation was overwhelmed by his desire to have her keep the promise she'd whispered to him before heading out of the room with Shayla sixty minutes ago.

"I'll be back in an hour. I'll ride you then, pet."

The lean male wolf tried to cry out, tried to tell his mother how desperately he needed to cum, but the words weren't there. All that escaped him was a strangled gurgle as without a word of her own Miranda paused by Lycan's side, pulled the rubber strap holding the vibrator to his erection free, and placed it down upon the bed between Lycan's legs. A moment later she was scrambling up onto the bed, and before her son could cry out in shame or lust at just how badly he wanted his mother to fuck him, she did precisely that. Without any build up, without any opportunity for Lycan to grow accustomed to her tightness or heat or wetness, she began to bounce upon his cock. To jiggle hungrily, urgently up and down upon his cock until suddenly, with even less warning than she had begun, the older wolf let loose a strained cry and pulled up off of Lycan's throbbing member.

"Nnhhh... mom! Don't stop, please!!"

Lycan couldn't help himself, and cried out desperately as the incredible pleasure ceased as rapidly as it had begun. His cries fell on deaf ears though, and even though he could see the desire on his mother's own face as she scrambled off him and fixed the vibrator back into place around his cock, he could also see that she was grinning. That his frenzied, needy state was exactly what she had wanted to see, and exactly what she had planned on. Miranda leaned down and pecked Lycan on the side of his muzzle, and in that same tender whisper as before addressed her son once again.

"We'll set you free when you cum, Lycan. You can ask to be set free of course, to be untied so you can make yourself cum at any point when me or Shayla are in the room. But if you do, as soon as you've finished cumming, we'll be locking you up in chastity for a week. The question is, would sparing yourself the torment now be worth a week's worth later, or... do you think that when one of us comes back in another hour and humps you again, you'll be able to cum that time?"

She kissed the other wolf deeply on the lips until he was groaning breathlessly through her tongue, then rose fully upright, and with one fingertip grazing over Lycan's throbbing tip to scoop up a droplet of the pre-cum now even more liberally oozing out of him she turned, giggled, and left the room before her son had any chance to respond.

Another hour passed. Another infinitely long and bliss stricken but tortuously teasing hour dragged by, and Lycan wailed happily when finally Shayla's beautiful bare body appeared in the bedroom doorway. She walked towards him slowly, roughly grinding a finger against her own clit as she approached, and moaned as she stood beside him and just watched him squirm, watched his cock throb and drool as his back arched and his hips humped mindlessly at the air. Whether she was truly just taking in the sight of him or waiting to see if he'd break already Lycan didn't know, but a minute or so later she licked her lips, shuddered as she removed her hand from between her legs, and playfully wiped off her glistening fingers on the fur directly surrounding Lycan's nose.

"Cum for me, brother."

She whispered in Lycan's ear as he inhaled her scent helplessly, eyes bulging, toes curling, a strained whimper escaping his muzzle while Shayla began to tease the vibrator free from his cock once again. Just like their mother she wasted no time scrambling up onto the bed and mounting Lycan, but unlike Miranda the younger wolf woman's strokes were somewhat more measured. She sank down onto Lycan's throbbing cock, lingered for a moment, then pulled off again.

"One."

She counted breathlessly, reaching down to start rubbing her clit vigorously once again.

"Two..."

She moaned after lowering then lifting herself in succession once more.

"Three..."

Her eyes fluttered as she attacked her clit roughly, Lycan whining in bliss as he desperately waited for her to thrust against him again, though it still felt incredible to have her pussy squeezing him, milking him for what was already longer than their mother had. Another half dozen strokes passed in a similar manner, but on number ten, Shayla's breath caught in her throat. She grunted, her back arched and her eyes bulged, and just as Lycan thought that maybe her orgasm would keep her from remembering the supposed rules of this game, she bounced herself vigorously three times in exceptionally swift succession. With an almighty scream Shayla pulled herself off Lycan's cock just as her pussy began to convulse, and a hot streak of her ejaculatory juices sprayed over the male wolf's already glistening wet, wildly throbbing erection while he strained and whimpered and tried to thrust up enough to slip even the tip of his cock back into the beautifully clenching, convulsing lips of his sister's nether regions.

"Ohhfuck..."

Shayla gurgled as she leaned forward over her brother's helplessly bound body, still shaking, still cumming as her fingers pressed into herself and loudly, wetly slurped their way through the remainder of her peak. She moaned in Lycan's face, made him drink in the sight of her bliss-stricken features, and when she was finally done cumming, Shayla kissed her brother deeply on the muzzle before drawing back, giggling breathlessly in relief, and sliding off of the bed just a moment later. Lycan wailed as the vibrator was slipped back onto his ejaculate-soaked cock, and he helplessly begged his sister to make him cum. The other wolf just grinned though, and wiggled a finger chidingly at her brother as she began to walk towards the bedroom door.

"Aww, c'mon Lycan, don't start begging already. You're lucky it's only begging to be set free that means you forfeit. But, don't worry. We'll do everything we can to make you cum. Both me and mom."

Lycan trembled, not wanting to hope, knowing his sister better than that, but feeling his eyes widen longingly anyway. Sure enough though Shayla grinned wider still, shrugged, and called back over her shoulder as she padded out of the door.

"We'll try to make you cum again, I promise. In exactly one hour from now."

Sure enough, an hour later, it was Miranda's turn again. This time she rode her son slow, in constant motion but moving up and down Lycan's cock at such a measured pace that as incredible as her pussy felt, there was barely more stimulation being applied to his erection now than when the vibrator was buzzing away at him. It took several minutes for her to finally deliver her thirteenth stroke, and by the time she did both herself and Lycan were panting with equal desperation. For him however there was no respite, only the return of the vibrator buzzing so tortuously lightly against the head of his shaft. Miranda meanwhile had a more active and immediate way of sating her own lusts, and that manifested before too long in her returning to the bed yet again, but this time straddling her son's face and grasping hold of his headfur as she planted her pussy firmly against his muzzle.

"Eat me."

She growled hungrily.

"Eat me, and maybe... just maybe, I might turn the vibrator up another notch for you if you do a good enough job."

Five minutes later a panting and somewhat more placid looking older wolf scrambled off her son's face again, but when Lycan whined and gasped to her from his now wet muzzle as she began to stumble contentedly out of the room, she just waved a hand dismissively at him.

"Oh, shush. I'll turn it up at some point, but... c'mon, it'll be no fun if you just cum half way through the next hour. Don't you wanna let go with your cock buried deep inside me, or your sister?"

She turned her head just in time to see Lycan shudder with humiliated desire, and realise that yeah, no matter how much he wanted to cum, he wanted it to be inside one of them rather than just in the open air. His mother chuckled, and licked her lips teasingly at her son.

"Such a slut... desperate to fuck his own family."

With a grin, she winked at Lycan just before slipping out of the room and out of sight.

"That's my boy."

Another hour passed, with Shayla visiting at the end and informing that she was in the middle of watching a TV show with their mom, thus they had to be quick so she only missed the commercials. Her thirteen strokes were swift and not nearly as luxurious as the last couple of rounds, and with a giggle and a playful peck at Lycan's lips, Shayla was gone before the wolf could even try to beg her to stay and pleasure him some more. The hour after that brought not just his mother but both ladies, and Lycan wailed as they each rode him six times before playing rock paper scissors to decide which of them got the thirteenth stroke. Another hour and another visit from Miranda alone followed, then another with Shayla, and another one for each of the women after that. They did visit again between the fifth and sixth bouts of riding of course, to offer Lycan a drink through a straw and a rather tasty ham, cheese and pickle sandwich to keep his energy up. Even then however his relatives were stark naked all the while, and doing everything in their power to taunt and tease Lycan with suggestions that they might start stroking or otherwise pleasuring him while he ate and drank, but never quite following through.

It was approaching the end of the thirteenth hour of Lycan's bondage, going by the number of visits he'd received, when finally the male wolf found himself close enough to the brink that he thought he might actually have a chance of cumming. No matter how gentle the buzzing of the toy, it was suitably positioned against the sensitive head of his cock to ensure he remained at whatever pleasure level he had been at prior to the vibrations returning. Thus, the hornier and closer Miranda and Shayla got him to orgasm with their brief bouts of riding, the closer he stayed to the brink until their next visit.

Lycan howled happily when finally he heard footsteps in the hallway beyond his bedroom, but cried out in desperation when Shayla stuck her head in, raised a teasing eyebrow at him, and giggled...

"I'm just going to the bathroom, jeez."

...before disappearing a few moments later. Lycan moaned in dismay, certain that it must have been an hour, and audibly growled in lustful anguish at his sister when she popped back around the door about thirty seconds later snorting with laughter.

"God, the look on your face."

She padded over to him, and rather more casually than her first few occasions given how many times that day they'd already gone through this, she removed the vibrator and hurriedly sank herself down upon Lycan's cock. Immediately the male wolf yelped in pleasure, unable to restrain himself, and Shayla's eyes widened, freezing before she could even rise up to complete thrust number one. She looked at his flushed and panting face, then closed her eyes as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. When she opened them again, she grinned toothily.

"Ohhfuck... mom's gonna be so pissed that you're gonna cum for me. She wanted this load for herself."

Shayla began to ride her brother, not slow, not fast, but with supple, sinuous movements that meant a whole lot of extra rocking and swaying of her hips, and thus a lot more stimulation for each thrust she was delivering to Lycan. He shook. He yelped once again, and his face burned so hot and bright he felt like he might combust as his sister growled to him throatily.

"Cum for me, Lycan..."

She slid down to the hilt around him once again, eight thrusts left.

"Cum inside your sister's hot pussy. You know you wanna."

She rolled her hips again. Seven to go.

"Do it."

She growled, Lycan whined desperately once again and nodded uncontrollably.

"Cum."

His sister commanded as her hand fell to her clit once again and began to roughly tweak it between two digits.

"Cum!"

Three thrusts were left.

"Lycan!"

Two.

"Now!"

One.

" Shayla! Ahhhhyesss! Yes! Cumming!"

Lycan wailed, and his sister did too as she plunged down onto his cock one last time and held herself there, hilted inside him still jilling at her clitoris wildly while he throbbed, spasmed and let loose an incredibly large and pent up load deep, deep inside Shayla's clutching pussy. He was still crying out, and Shayla herself had just begun to cum once again, when out of the corner of his glazed eyes Lycan saw his mother enter the bedroom doorway, drawn by the sounds of their shared ecstasy. He could see her hungrily pawing at her own crotch. Lycan could hear her grunting, huffing, snarling in ecstasy at the sight of her beautiful grown up children rutting so wildly together. But as their peaks trailed off; as Shayla leaned down and kissed him sloppily on the muzzle one more time before pulling off her brother and giving his engorged knot a playful, teasing squeeze as she slid off the bed, their mother entered the room with a determined look of her own.

Shayla moved aside with a giggle, and watched as Miranda reached down onto the bed between Lycan's legs, picked up the vibrator and its rubber strap, and began to affix it back into place around the male wolf's now incredibly sensitive cock.

"Well... I guess you won, Lycan. No chastity for you this week. And on top of that, I still owe you a little extra bonus, don't I."

The male wolf whined, shook his head, but cried out helplessly without a single coherent word as his mother adjusted the vibrator's controls, clicking them up a notch and thus making them even more intense on his over-stimulated erection.

"But... it wouldn't be fair to give you your reward and then just stop immediately, would it? What kind of prize is that?"

Miranda teased, glancing over at Shayla who nodded eagerly in agreement with her mother before their collective gaze turned back to the writhing, whimpering male once more.

"So... I suppose since you were so good, and so patient all day long..."

The older wolf murmured, licking her lips even as Shayla approached her from behind and wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, reaching down to start fondling Miranda's soaking wet but still obviously needy pussy while they continued to watch Lycan writhe in overwhelmed, overly sensitive desperation.

"...we'll give you another hour. Just one more hour between you and your fun little toy, while... ah... mmhh... while your sister and I go through to my bedroom, and we see if we can make each other scream louder than you."

A moment later, Lycan's whole body tensed, and he howled as Miranda cranked the vibrator's motor suddenly up to full power. After that though, he knew nothing else but the blissful anguish of that over-stimulation. He didn't see his mother and sister leave blushing and giggling together. He didn't hear their cries of pleasure from the next room over. And as he yelped and spasmed and felt himself cum helplessly barely ten minutes after the vibrator's more violent buzzing had begun, and again twenty minutes after that, and again barely five more minutes after that while his mind grew ever more utterly addled by the pleasure and his body was driven wild by the agonising intensity of the ceaseless stimulus, Lycan didn't even notice as a full hour raced by. An hour passed, yet still his family's cries rang out from across the house, and still no-one came to free him.

No-one came to check up on him, and no-one came to stop him from cumming not just as often as he wanted, but as often as his overwhelmed, mercilessly overworked cock was able to. Again, and again, and again.

By Jeeves

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