A Mother's Moonlit View
I figured that it was about time to try my hand at the art of weaving a tale, so here it is, hopefully it’s not too bad for a first try.
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A Mother’s Moonlit View
           The dull red light shone in the dismal darkness: 3:00 A.M. Had it been any other night, the leopardess would have been viewing the clock through bleary, tired eyes and would have immediately gone back to sleep. Tonight, however, her eyes were wide and her vision clear. Slowly, as to not wake her husband, her lithe body slipped quietly out of bed and she silently exited the bedroom. As she padded down the carpeted hallway, she thought of the night that lay ahead of her, and it made her breath catch in her throat with sheer excitement. She entered the bathroom at the end of the hallway and turned to gaze at herself in a mirror. The pale moonlight illuminated the small room and cast a haunting glow on the slender figure reflected in the glass. With a slight shrug, the thin silk robe around her shoulders found its way to the floor. Although the low light made it hard for her to see the vibrant yellow and black of her fur, Sara had to admit that, even though she was 39, her body had lost none of its youthfulness. Her 32 C breasts were every bit as perky as when she was 18, and her small nipples were at attention. Although she had gained a slight amount of weight after giving birth to two kids, she was still only 150 pounds, and her five foot eight frame wore it well. Sara ran her hands down her body, relishing in the feel of her soft fur and shapely curves. Slowly, as if savoring the moment, her hands found her furred crotch. Gently, she teased her outer labia with a single digit, exciting herself. With a swift motion her finger parted her pink folds and plunged deeply into her waiting vagina. Sara felt her muscles tighten as she fingered herself rapidly, pleasure building deep inside her body. Abruptly however, she pulled her soaked finger out and brought it to her mouth. She tentatively licked the sweet juice from its tip, letting her rough feline tongue lap up more and more of it. Smiling, the beautiful leopardess made her way to the decorated door directly opposite of the bathroom.
           As she stood in front of the closed door, Sara tried to make sense of her feelings. Internally she felt like a maelstrom of emotion; feelings of excitement, trepidation, and even sheer terror swirled around in her mind. She knew what she was about to do would be considered â€wrong†by normal standards, but somehow that very fact made it all the more exhilarating. Gingerly, she placed her right paw upon the doorknob and, with enough care to handle live explosives, turned it counter clockwise. As she pushed the door open, every small creak made her go motionless, and only when she was sure she was alone did she continue. Finally, with the door halfway open, Sara edged into her daughter’s bedroom.
           With as much care as she had taken to open it, the leopardess closed the door. She took a look around her daughter’s room, making sure she heard the slow, steady breathing indicative of sleep, before moving to the room’s only window. Sara gently tugged the shade’s cord until it slid to the top of the window, letting moonlight spill into the dark bedroom. With enough light to see, thoughts began racing through her head once more.
           Am I really doing this? Chelsey is my daughter, and I know she is attractive, but is such a risky endeavor worth it?
Sara looked down at her body, fully exposed to her sleeping daughter, and she noticed that she was extremely wet; her pubic fur was glistening in the dim light, and she could see drips of fluid falling to the plush carpeting below.
           Look at me, I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life, there’s no way I’m wasting this chance.
           With her resolve newly strengthened, Sara padded to the side of Chelsey’s bed. At first she just gazed at her gorgeous 17 year old body. Her daughter was really quite beautiful, with a thin, sexy figure with curves that looked like they had been sculpted by a great artist. Her strawberry blonde hair framed her Elvin face and accented her yellow and black Cheetah fur. Although they were closed for the moment, her eyes were a piercing, vibrant green, and her lips were full but not ostentatious. Sara’s eyes drank in the sight as they made their way down to Chelsey’s ample chest, shown off wonderfully in the tight pink tank top she always wore to bed. Cautiously, with her heart beating like a jackhammer, Sara laid a steady paw upon her daughter’s left breast, feeling the warmth through the fur. The instant Sara’s palm felt Chelsey’s heartbeat it felt as though a jolt of electricity shot through her hand and up her entire arm. Her heart felt like it was trying to smash its way through her ribcage, and her entire body tingled with the very realization of what she was doing; to her own daughter nonetheless! The touch excited her lower regions much more, and she could feel vaginal juices running down the insides of her thighs which served only to make her even more aroused. The fact that something so small could create such a reaction amazed Sara, and made her eager to explore more of her daughter’s body. Her hands traveled down Chelsey’s abdomen, and ended their journey right above the waistband of her dark blue cotton panties. Up until now, the exploration had been easy, but now the moment of truth was at hand; if Sara made the slightest mistake, she risked waking her daughter and possibly losing Chelsey’s trust for the remainder of her life. None of it mattered, however, as Sara had practiced taking her own panties off literally hundreds of times, and she was now an expert at removing them without the slightest hint of movement. Sara placed her paws on either side of her daughter’s waistband, and hooked the tips of her claws into it. Although she had to be more delicate than ever, she felt strangely calm; her heart had slowed down its relentless attack on her ribs, her eyes adjusted to the moonlight perfectly, her sense of smell was acute so she could smell her daughter’s slight perfume, and her ears strained to hear every sound so that even Chelsey’s small bedside clock could not tick without Sara’s ears picking it up. The time to reveal her inner-most desire was at hand.
           With her claws hooked into Chelsey’s panties, Sara began the first stage of removal by rolling the waistband gently so that the smooth fabric covered the elastic. When it was done, she gave a slight tug, with just enough pressure to start the panties on their way. She had discovered that sliding her own panties off in one smooth motion, rather than a little bit at a time, had produced less sensation in her thighs, so she had decided the technique would be the best choice for taking off her daughter’s panties. Slowly but surely, Chelsey’s dark blue panties started sliding down her firm, slender thighs, and Sara’s eyes eagerly took in every new sight the lowering fabric offered.
One quarter of the way down.
Chelsey’s trimmed area of pubic fur came into view, so light it was almost tan colored.
Half way down.
The tip of Chelsey’s pink slit poked out from behind the thin fabric, revealing all of her upper pubic fur.
Three quarters down.
The entirety of Chelsey’s vagina was exposed now, and the very sight made Sara almost giddy with excitement.
Success.
With the cotton panties fully off Chelsey’s crotch, Sara made quick work of sliding them over her knees and down her shins.  With her work done, Sara kneeled next to the bed and put her face level with her daughter’s naked crotch. Chelsey’s pubic fur looked almost ghostly white with only the moonlight illuminating it, and her light pink slit was easy to see in perfect clarity. Sara’s lust had been building to an almost uncontrollable level, and now was the time to let it burst forth from her. Her vagina had never been this wet in her entire life, and Sara decided it was time to finish what she had started in the bathroom. She deftly sunk two of her fingers deep into her vagina, and started pumping in and out vigorously. Ever sensation seemed to be magnified ten-fold, and it was all she could do to not scream with pleasure. She added another finger from her other hand and continued fingering herself, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her desire. She added three more fingers and pushed all six of them in as far as she could, straining to get deeper and deeper in her soaked pussy.
I’ve never felt this good in my life! So much sensation, I have to get deeper! Wait, I shouldn’t be the only one experiencing this…
With that thought, Sara pulled her right hand away from her crotch and brought it to Chelsey’s lower entrance. Dexterously, she parted her daughter’s vagina with her already wet finger, and sunk it gently within her depths. The feeling of her daughter’s hot vaginal walls clenching around her finger was more than enough to set her over the edge, and Sara had the single most powerful orgasm of her life. Every muscle in her body tensed to the breaking point; her vagina clenched around her fingers and sent wave upon wave of sensations up her torso and down to her toes; what felt like a wave of vaginal juices rushed out of her pussy, and Chelsey’s floor was thoroughly soaked. Sara sank down and leaned against her daughter’s bed, breathing heavily and in a euphoric state.
That was amazing…how am I still horny?
Sara turned to look at her sleeping daughter and her eyes lingered on her crotch. A small amount of Sara’s pussy juice on Chelsey’s pubic fur reflected the moonlight.
Well, why not? After all, I’ve come this far…
Sara quietly moved to the end of her daughter’s bed and bent over, putting her face dangerously close to Chelsey’s exposed pussy. She placed her paws on each of her daughter’s legs and gradually moved them apart, and leaned her face towards her object of desire. Had her mind not been clouded by lust, she would have thought twice about the action she was about to perform, but instead Sara pushed her face closer to her daughter’s vagina and gave it a slow, tender lick. Picking up the pace, but still careful not to disturb Chelsey too much, Sara licked her vagina several times before pushing her tongue between the fleshy pink folds. The sweet taste of the inside of Chelsey’s vagina drove Sara wild, and she eagerly pushed her tongue deeper into her daughter’s tight virgin pussy. Gradually, Sara moved her arms up Chelsey’s shirt, and began groping her firm breasts, teasing the nipples and making them hard. Sara could smell her daughter’s shampoo in her crotch fur, and she breathed the scent in deeply as she lapped up as much of Chelsey’s vaginal fluids as she could. Her hands danced gingerly across her daughter’s erect nipples, lightly flicking them and massaging the flesh around them. As she continued licking, Sara suddenly felt her thighs getting very wet again, and her second orgasm hit her. Her tongue stopped licking her daughter’s pussy, and her hands came down to her sides as the wave of pleasure flowed through her body, and eventually subsided. Finally satisfied, Sara wiped Chelsey’s pussy with a sock she found on the floor next to her, and began putting her daughter’s panties back on. After sliding them back to their original resting place, Sara padded to the head of her daughter’s bed and looked at her serene expression. Carefully, Sara bent over and kissed her daughter on the lips, gently parting them and slipping her tongue into Chelsey’s mouth. After briefly exploring the warm maw, she pulled away and slid a finger into her drenched vagina. She brought the wet digit to her daughter’s mouth, and gently smeared her vaginal juice across her daughter’s lips.
A kiss for you, my beautiful daughter, sleep well.
With her nightly endeavor finally coming to a close, Sara slipped out of Chelsey’s room, and quietly walked back to her own room, her tail flicking back and forth in the pale, silent moonlight.